Category: Prattling On

A Sure Bet

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There are few things that I love more than the beginning of golden afternoons, cool, crisp mornings, the crackle and pop of a firelogs and a carpet of leaves crunching under my feet. {insert sound of screeching brakes here}

A girl can dream can't she? Every year I am giddy with he approach of fall. Even though fall in Central Texas is not the showstopper it is in the Northeast, it still has it's moments. I cannot tell you how excited I am to see how the maples we planted in spring ignite… a blazing red tree is a rarity in these parts.

I am once again practicing my annual mantra of "It's fall damnit…somewhere". So, yes that's me digging out my cordurouys and perusing sweater patterns to knit. Yup, I'm the crazy woman in denial that while it may technically be fall, it's still kinda hot.

Steve and I are headed to Shreveport tomorrow to attend the wedding of a good friend. I think it's a sure bet that a wedding in crazy ass Louisiana may prove to be fun.

I'll let you know.

S

WEDDING UPDATE:

Few things are more quintessentially southern than eating raw oysters, fried chicken and cheese grits in a coktail dress. Yes, the wedding was fun.

Bright Star

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I finally saw this last night. I'm still thinking about how beautiful it was. The costumes were not only amazing, but the fabrics seemd to be the star. It was achingly beautiful. I knew from the opening scene I was going to love this.

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Take My Hand…

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Thanks to the new Target ads I can't get this theme song out of my head. I knew when I heard those first banjo plinks that it was Free to be You and Me, and I remembered all the words. What I didn't know is what an emotional connection I had with this song. Yesterday morning before work I had to look up the song and hear it in it's entirety. I immediately started to sob, really sob. Not sad painful tears, but I think happy ones. If you were in elementary school in the mid seventies you more than likely remember the series from PBS and probably got to watch it at school too. I can remember how much I looked forward to each segment. I was especially in Love with When We Grow Up with Michael jackson & Roberta Flack. Okay, it just struck me how damn sad and tragic the irony really is, but I digress. In 1974 my sister and I had been with our adopted family about a year, I was 9. I guess this series was just what I needed at a time when I felt like an outsider at school and home. Also wondering if the banjo was familiar to me at that age, since my mother had played one. Hmmm.

Thinking it's time to fix up my mom's banjo and learn to play.