The Last Saturday in July
Early this morning we sat outside on the back patio drinking coffee. The grass was wet with dew, and spiderwebs hung between the trees and in little fist-sized mesh nets all over the dew soaked lawn. We were listening to the birds, looking at the birds through binoculars, taking pictures of spiderwebs in the trees and in the grass, and talking about the John Kerry speech the other night. We liked his speech.
We talked about how we might take the boys on a day-trip. Maybe drive to and climb up Mt. Magazine, the state's highest mountain. Then we decided it's too buggy this time of year. Lots of ticks, spiders... So we sat a while longer watching the birds, listening to the birds. There were a couple of Carolina Wrens singing their hearts out up in the dead tree.
It was nice. I enjoyed myself. Sitting out there listening to the birds. The kiddos were still asleep, and this morning-time on the back patio with J, taking pictures and listening to birds and talking about things like the John Kerry speech was a welcomed rare "date."
Eventually the boys did wake up, and then our ears tuned to them, and the birds' singing and twittering was drowned out, and our coffee and talking time on the patio was being replaced with enjoying the company and liveliness of our awesome boys.
I cooked up a big Saturday Morning Breakfast. Apple and gouda sausage, eggs, oven baked hashbrowns, and some spinch too which I stired up and cooked with the sausage. After we ate this late morning breakfast we decided to go shopping.
First we stopped at Office Max. J wanted a journal, and our older son wanted a package of plastic trading card holder pages. Our youngest didn't want to go to Office Max because there were no toys there.
After Office Max we went to Hobby Lobby. No reason, really. But the boys spent their allowance on a model building kit each.
Then we went to Barnes and Noble... to look for a journal there. J didn't find one he liked at the office store. At Barnes and Noble I grab a stack of magazines and take the boys to the kid section while J looks for a journal. I sit down and page through the latest issue of Photoshop magazine. After a while J finds us. He didn't find a journal, although he liked the moleskines, if only there had been a medium size one with plain pages. Instead he purchased a book, Arkansas Wildflowers Fieldguide. We left Barnes and Noble and walked next door to Kids Are Us. I know, I know. We could've gone across the way to the Wal-Mart and maybe seen Bill Clinton who was there on a book tour stop. But no. We went to Toys Are US instead.
At the toy store we let the boys "window shop" for about thirty minutes. This is a great way to find out what they want for Christmas... which will be here before you know it! Eventually we left - buying each of them a little lego car because how mean would it be on a scale anyway to take your kids to the toy store and leave without buying them a single thing?
When we got home I made everyone sandwiches and then it was lay down and relax for a bit. The boys went to sleep, I went to the photo store to order prints from our vacation pictures and J mowed the lawn.
Around 5:30 everyone is up again and back from errands. But guess what. We head back out to shop some more!!!
J decides he wants to go to Target to buy a toy biocular-camera thing for the "boys." We all pile in the car again and head to Target. Now, this Target is located in the same general vacinity as the Wal-Mart where Bill Clinton was having his book signing thing earlier today at 2:00 pm. It's almost 6 pm so we pretty much assume that he is gone already until we drive past the Wal-Mart and J notices that one of the firetrucks is parked behind the Wal-Mart and his C-shift firefighter buddies are standing by it looking down toward the loading dock area. Then he sees the black limos and the secret servicemens black Ford Explorers (or some other SUV - like vehicles) and says, hey there's Clinton's limos. We keep driving on to Target. Along the hardly ever traveled back road to Target we notice a car pulled over here and a minivan stopped along the road there, and in the cars or standing by the vehicles are people ready and prepared with cameras in hand.
We are not going to stop. We are going to Target. Seriously, if it is meant for us to see Bill Clinton, we will see Bill Clinton, and good lord, what kind of karma is it anyway to get excited about getting a mere glimpse of someone? If we are going to see this former president of the United States we would just as soon MEET the man, and then we can talk about getting a groovy celebrity picture for the scrapbook to show the grandkids one day.
Besides. I didn't have a camera with me...
Ok then. And then. And then. The boys shopped at Target, taking their time, looking at everything, and finally got that binocular camera thing and then we went back home.
At home J washed my car in the drive-way and I heated up leftovers in the microwave for dinner. The boys worked on their new model kits.
Later this evening, after dinner and loading pictures onto the computer and not a lot more than that we stood out in the front yard and looked at the full-moon in the sky. I set up my new tri-pod and captured a few pictures of the moon with my 75-300 mm zoom lens. J attached his spotting scope and we looked at the mood really really close. The moon. The same moon people in China can see. The same moon people in Iraq can see. Then same moon folks in Sweden can see. When they are looking up at it.
Now I have been in front of the computer working on our vaction picture web pages, and have been writing this. And now it is suddenly 1:22 am, August 1, which would've been my mom's 61st birthday.
Yawn/ I am tired.
We talked about how we might take the boys on a day-trip. Maybe drive to and climb up Mt. Magazine, the state's highest mountain. Then we decided it's too buggy this time of year. Lots of ticks, spiders... So we sat a while longer watching the birds, listening to the birds. There were a couple of Carolina Wrens singing their hearts out up in the dead tree.
It was nice. I enjoyed myself. Sitting out there listening to the birds. The kiddos were still asleep, and this morning-time on the back patio with J, taking pictures and listening to birds and talking about things like the John Kerry speech was a welcomed rare "date."
Eventually the boys did wake up, and then our ears tuned to them, and the birds' singing and twittering was drowned out, and our coffee and talking time on the patio was being replaced with enjoying the company and liveliness of our awesome boys.
I cooked up a big Saturday Morning Breakfast. Apple and gouda sausage, eggs, oven baked hashbrowns, and some spinch too which I stired up and cooked with the sausage. After we ate this late morning breakfast we decided to go shopping.
First we stopped at Office Max. J wanted a journal, and our older son wanted a package of plastic trading card holder pages. Our youngest didn't want to go to Office Max because there were no toys there.
After Office Max we went to Hobby Lobby. No reason, really. But the boys spent their allowance on a model building kit each.
Then we went to Barnes and Noble... to look for a journal there. J didn't find one he liked at the office store. At Barnes and Noble I grab a stack of magazines and take the boys to the kid section while J looks for a journal. I sit down and page through the latest issue of Photoshop magazine. After a while J finds us. He didn't find a journal, although he liked the moleskines, if only there had been a medium size one with plain pages. Instead he purchased a book, Arkansas Wildflowers Fieldguide. We left Barnes and Noble and walked next door to Kids Are Us. I know, I know. We could've gone across the way to the Wal-Mart and maybe seen Bill Clinton who was there on a book tour stop. But no. We went to Toys Are US instead.
At the toy store we let the boys "window shop" for about thirty minutes. This is a great way to find out what they want for Christmas... which will be here before you know it! Eventually we left - buying each of them a little lego car because how mean would it be on a scale anyway to take your kids to the toy store and leave without buying them a single thing?
When we got home I made everyone sandwiches and then it was lay down and relax for a bit. The boys went to sleep, I went to the photo store to order prints from our vacation pictures and J mowed the lawn.
Around 5:30 everyone is up again and back from errands. But guess what. We head back out to shop some more!!!
J decides he wants to go to Target to buy a toy biocular-camera thing for the "boys." We all pile in the car again and head to Target. Now, this Target is located in the same general vacinity as the Wal-Mart where Bill Clinton was having his book signing thing earlier today at 2:00 pm. It's almost 6 pm so we pretty much assume that he is gone already until we drive past the Wal-Mart and J notices that one of the firetrucks is parked behind the Wal-Mart and his C-shift firefighter buddies are standing by it looking down toward the loading dock area. Then he sees the black limos and the secret servicemens black Ford Explorers (or some other SUV - like vehicles) and says, hey there's Clinton's limos. We keep driving on to Target. Along the hardly ever traveled back road to Target we notice a car pulled over here and a minivan stopped along the road there, and in the cars or standing by the vehicles are people ready and prepared with cameras in hand.
We are not going to stop. We are going to Target. Seriously, if it is meant for us to see Bill Clinton, we will see Bill Clinton, and good lord, what kind of karma is it anyway to get excited about getting a mere glimpse of someone? If we are going to see this former president of the United States we would just as soon MEET the man, and then we can talk about getting a groovy celebrity picture for the scrapbook to show the grandkids one day.
Besides. I didn't have a camera with me...
Ok then. And then. And then. The boys shopped at Target, taking their time, looking at everything, and finally got that binocular camera thing and then we went back home.
At home J washed my car in the drive-way and I heated up leftovers in the microwave for dinner. The boys worked on their new model kits.
Later this evening, after dinner and loading pictures onto the computer and not a lot more than that we stood out in the front yard and looked at the full-moon in the sky. I set up my new tri-pod and captured a few pictures of the moon with my 75-300 mm zoom lens. J attached his spotting scope and we looked at the mood really really close. The moon. The same moon people in China can see. The same moon people in Iraq can see. Then same moon folks in Sweden can see. When they are looking up at it.
Now I have been in front of the computer working on our vaction picture web pages, and have been writing this. And now it is suddenly 1:22 am, August 1, which would've been my mom's 61st birthday.
Yawn/ I am tired.
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