Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven 2013

Chilly night! Chili night! Happy Saturday!

Day Two Hundred Seventy Three 2013

“This is my carefree, this is my freedom–this is MY HAPPY.”
― Coco J. Ginger

Monday at the beach

Rained this morning

Kelly and I treated ourselves to a pedicure ~ my very first. It was wonderful. Happy Nails, indeed!

The sky cleared, a nice cool breeze blew, so we headed to the sand and waves and read and ate and snoozed. Someone was flying this neat kite ~ looked like a pelican.

Eastern sky

Home away from home

Happy feet!

Yellow flag has been blowing each day ~ the waves weren’t as fierce today, though.

Kerry and Knox hittin the beach this afternoon after a nap

Neil and Knox playing in the sand ~ Neil kept trying to build a sand castle ~

~ and Knox kept [gleefully] tearing them down

Smokin! Kelly noticed that this cloud formation made the buildings look like they were on fire

Happy toddler toes in the sand

Knox was running in and out of the water ~ the sand under the water is very uneven in places and you can suddenly drop off into deeper water ~

~ which is what happened to Knox who fell in face first ~ getting a taste of salty sea water didn’t upset him at all

We had an unusual supper ~ Neil and Kerry bought some fresh shrimp ~ Neil shucked the shells and Kerry Googled a good way to boil it ~ and it was really good with the homemade cocktail sauce they bought and a slice of cheese ~ the meal was unusual because

we also enjoyed homemade chili which was yummy, too ~ can’t say that I’ve ever had these two dishes together but it was all good

We enjoyed another beautiful but subtle sunset and tucked this day into the memory books ~

Day Two Hundred Forty Three 2013

Randomness

I was in organize mode today upstairs in the bedroom where grandson Knox plays when he’s visiting. Having grandkids is like your own kids never grew up and moved away from home. Knox obviously has a great time playing in here.

Neatness counts. But it doesn’t last. And that’s OK. The most fun can be had in making the mess.

Neil spent part of his afternoon cleaning out the debris in our 1920s basement. He always finds interesting stuff down there ~ leftovers from a bygone era ~ like this strip of linoleum that used to cover the kitchen floor, maybe back in the thirties. He also found an old rusty ax.

It seemed like a good night to make a pot of chili, maybe because it’s Football Time In Tennessee! Go Big Orange! They trampled all over Austin Peay ~ 45 to ZIP. Not surprising, but we’ll see what happens when UT plays a real team.  Hope your Saturday was a winner! [So long, August, we hardly knew ya.]

Day Sixty Four 2013

Fed the birds. They should enjoy the seeds and peanut butter tomorrow when the weather is back to winter again.

Fed the humans. Homemade chili (although there was nothing chilly about it) was tasty comfort food on a cold, windy, wet winter’s night.

Day Twenty One 2013

Duct tape is a man’s best friend. And only a man would do something like this. Hubby Neil had the day off and planned on doing a little crawling around under the house, cleaning out our nasty basement. His equally nasty jeans have huge holes in the knees, and it was cold out, so he covered up the holes with duct tape. Nice insulation, but I’m sure it made for some sticky knees.

Such a gorgeous day! Not a cloud.

We decided it was a good day for a walk. The sun was out. The sky was blue. We didn’t realize how cold it actually was when we set out around four. Sun was going down by then. Long shadows. Short walk.

Chilly night = chili night! Oh yummy!  Happy Monday, everyone!

“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.” 
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Day Two Hundred Ninety One 2010

It's What's For Supper

Neil and I enjoyed homemade chili in the hand made bowls we bought at Fall Homecoming at the Museum of Appalachia. The bowl made the chili taste better, of course. I'm just saying.