Day One Hundred Forty One

T.G.I.F. At The Nashville Flea Market

That's the great thing about the flea market--you can wear just any old thing and nobody cares. Red heels, green bag, sequined gown. Let's go junkin!

These cast iron mermaids were my favorite thing I saw all afternoon. There was a fourth one sitting all by herself in a chair. Wouldn't they look great perched on the side of a swimming pool? Well, maybe.

Lots of vintage trunks to be had at the flea market. This was a nice one--if you like pink. It was probably bright red in another life.

Flood damage at the Nashville Fairgrounds. A vendor who happens to be from Cookeville told us the Nolensville Road entrance to the fairgrounds was under twenty feet of water during the worst of the flooding which buckled the pavement, tore down fences, and made a huge mess.

We enjoyed our traditional dinner at Olive Garden in Mt. Juliet with daughter Kelly. Yum!

Homeward bound on I-40. We were blessed with such an unexpectedly beautiful day! Happy T.G.I.F., everyone! Have a great weekend!

Day One Hundred Forty

Happy 49Th Birthday, Don!

My brother in law, Don Foy, celebrated his 49th birthday today. We enjoyed Jane's Jell-0 cake and punch and the fudge royale ice cream. Good stuff, great partay!

Party people: daughters Julia and Sarah with the birthday boy, who didn't seem to mind turning 49. Happy birthday, Don! Wishing you all the best today and always and many more happy birthdays to come! Love ya!

Day One Hundred Thirty Nine

Happy Anniversary!

Celebrating 37 big ones today! I love you, dear husband of mine. Looking forward to the rest of the story.

Day One Hundred Thirty Eight

E & S in B & W

Day One Hundred Thirty Seven

Memento

My baby brother Rob Mabry passed away very suddenly two years ago today in Destin, Florida. Sometimes I remember something funny he did or said or I see a picture of him surrounded by his family and then it hits me and I think, Oh yeah...he's not around any more. Oh, but that's not entirely true. He's around. In my memories. In my heart. He drew this little self portrait on the envelope of a birthday card he gave me in 1980. He was 16 years old at the time and already a marvelous drummer, his lifelong passion. Who's this? he asked. Like I could ever forget.