Monday morning started out foggy but as the day wore on it burned off.
And darn if I don’t have another Ailanthus tree to cut down and try and get the roots out. These supposed trees called Tree of Heaven are definitely invasive. Ugh.
Monday morning fog from the front porch
When I got to the Mellon Park fountain for a photo shoot, I saw a wedding bouquet and an abandoned fan with the names
Rae and Nick 8-2-14
And then right in the middle of the shoot, I met Margaret a 7 month old Giant Schnauzer named Margaret and I gave her owner a postcard with the blog address and said to email me and I’d send the pic. What a distinctive looking dog.
Margaret has a lot of creative energy. You can just tell. She is still a pup but about 70 pounds!!!
Well, Giant Schnauzer. A lucky dog to be a rescue.
Another view of the abandoned bouquet at the fountain.
There are lots of ways to mark the passage of time. You rip the calendar pages off and suddenly a whole year has passed!
When I was at school, I saw there was a missed call and a voicemail from my DIL Erika.
Later when I didn’t have students I listened on the phone’s speaker.
The message was a
howling/animal crying and then my granddaughter Anna(10) saying, “Henry, stop it. That’s enough. ” Then some more doggy crying and Anna saying, ” Aww Henry don’t feel bad.”
When Erika got on the phone when I called back, she said that Henry ran to the computer first thing this morning and was sad he wasn’t featured on the blog today, celebrating his first birthday.
So Anna took some photos and I PROMISED Hnery would be on the blog before the end of the day. Forgetful Grandma!
The thoughtful breeder, Diana McKenna, remembered and sent a card via email and E forwarded it to me. Screen shot below.
Here is the photo of the family getting ready to take Henry back to Ohio from Michigan. Thanks Diana.
Erika sent a photo of the birthday Airedale biscuits she baked for Henry’s first bday. I’ll have to get the recipe.
One year old today. Anna took these photographs and sent them through her Mother’s phone to me.
Henry loves to hide bones. Big ones!
Thanks Anna for the photos. Nice job.
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 Amidst is outdated but I chose that first.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