Amid, Amidst, Among- Writing Tips Blog describes the difference of these three words.
You decide if I made the right choice- amid. Amidst is outdated but I chose that first. Then I wondered if I chose correctly.
The more I thought about the choice, the more confused I became. But we are among friends.
Where did that boy go?
“There he is. Is he going to throw that stick, or what? I’ll fetch it.”
Photographer Christopher Boffoli has the best use of the miniatures I’ve seen. He’s created a book Big Appetites.
Creative and humorous, his work cheers me. Makes me laugh.
Reblogged from Feb 2010 Snowmageddon. German Shepherd and Biker.
When I look at the comments from four years ago, I see Deb saw a snow heart in the tree. Happy Valentine’s. We’ve had lots of snow this year but never all at once like 2010.
One more dog post. There’s been a lot of dogs watching TV on my blog this season. And it’s been kids and dogs while I’m on vacation which is fast coming to a close.
We’ve all missed Murphy, the gentleman Airedale, who passed last Spring. Such a well mannered fellow, and loved dearly.
Erika keeps asking me when I am going to knit Henry a sweater.
He’s still a pup, exuberant and finding his place in the pack, making his way into our hearts with his humorous antics. He’s trying to figure things out.
He certainly likes being with his family where the activity is happening. And did he ever relish his new bone. (Laura asked if it came from a Wooly Mammoth.)
The handy iPhone camera, pulled out of a pocket. catches a moment without my leaving the family room seat or putting down my knitting.
There will be tomorrow to speak of the last post of the old year, bring in the new year- making resolutions or not.
Hmmmmm I wonder if I could bury this outside.
Please let me out with this giant bone.
And Henry eyes Maura’s horse
And then eyes me!
A p.s. to today’s blog
Henry’s breakfast Time for grandma to go home
Jack, Anna, Michael, Maura and Henry the Airedale
Henry seems to be enjoying the festivities so far. Even
tolerated enjoyed kept the Santa hat on for the photo session. He was sniffing around the presents under the tree, looking for squeaky toys and Kongs, Bully Sticks and such.
The grandchildren fell asleep pretty fast and now, so should I.
Matthew already here from Croatia and Laura and James arrive from Centerline in the morning for breakfast. Erika’s parents are here, too. Having everyone together is the best part of Christmas to me. (And we’re getting along nicely, too!) No small task with so many of us under one roof.
Ate some wonderful Polish food Donald prepared tonight for Polish Christmas Eve. Homemade Kielbasa and Haluski and Pierogis and then we gathered in a circle while we shared Oplatki, the Christmas wafer. Donald did a great job as Patriarch, leading the ritual.
Wishing all blog readers a good day, whatever you’re celebrating or not. I appreciate all the lovely greetings I’ve received.
Knock knock knock. What is that noise?
Can’t say I blame him wanting to be sure I heard him as it was still snowing outside.
Once he was in and dried off, I got a quick photo by the tree
My son-in-law James and Penny the Golden Doodle, exhausted! James was happy with the results of two games (Ohio State and Auburn winning) and said he didn’t care much about the last one- USC and UCLA. He gave me permission to blog the two of them resting on the couch. Laura had already headed to bed.
I went down the street to photograph a crazy Christmasy house lit up full force but they’d flipped the off switch early and gone to bed. Thought that would have been good for the Let There Be Light challenge part two.
The pink afghan covering James has a label in it from my father’s mother Mary Alta Hendricks, who knit it in 1976 at age 84.
Born in 1892. That was a long time ago.
I’d been knitting all evening while the games were on. Earlier in the day, my granddaughter Anna and my daughter Laura had been knitting as we all sat on the same couch. Passed down four generations. There’s another afghan my grandmother knit from Bobbie, she sent it to Laura and James.
Tonight I am in the guest room at Laura and James’ sleeping under a quilt my grandmother stitched.
Thinking of family as the holiday weekend comes to a close. Grateful for all the love passed down.
Thinking of those nearby and those no longer with us on earth, just in our hearts.
James and Penny are exhausted
Two years in a row on Thanksgiving, Penny the Golden Doodle watches the National Dog Show. Seriously.
I saw it today with my own eyes.
The link said there was an audience of eighteen million viewers. Plus Penny!
2013 National Dog Show
She got so excited she stood up on her hind legs
After knitting at Ann’s, I drove her other friend to the Frick Market so she could order a fresh turkey. Right across from Sterrett School.
And when I parked I saw all of these fine items waiting to picked up at the curb. I talked to the people outside the market and they said they were going to be listed on Craiglist under CURB APPEAL
. It was the fake log fireplace and andirons that set the mood.
…and that was Tuesday night, August 6th. There’ve been two more games since then in the series (both wins) and I bet she went to them, too.
As we were leaving the game and I saw her, I asked if it would be okay to photograph her in her Pirates costume.
Pittsburgh Pirates Game Tuesday Night Photo Essay
Headed to the game.
Steve waits to buy tickets. We got 2 together @ $14. Row Y. Tippy top. Last row.
MMarching to the dugout
The crowds have increased significantly at PNC Park
There’s the pitch
Three kinds- boats, ship, kayak
Just liked the light on the fan’s leg
Hoist the Colors
Seventh Inning Stretch Take me Out to the Ball Game
Bottom of the ninth win with “pinch-hit solo home run” by Josh Harrison . Very exciting.
Fireworks for the win! Pirates beat Marlins 4-3
Wonder who has to clean up
As of Tuesday, she has been to THIRTY NINE games this season!!!!
People pose at the Roberto Clemente Statue
Sixth Street Bridge closed for pedestrians
My son Mark, my grandson Jack and Henry the 3 month old Airedale Terrier, not paying any attention to me.
Reviews of the book The Art of Raising a Puppy by the Monks of New Skete click here. Mark and Erika did a beautiful job training Murphy.
Ooops Jack jumped off and Henry noticed me.