Found this card in my Family Archives (read 'Old Stuff'). My mom had given it to my dad on his 64th birthday! Life Goes On!


(Thanks to Gary Lund for the artwork on this card, published by Lyric Art Productions.)

ObLaDi

Well, life goes on. So because we have deemed it necessary to keep track of time, we count our birthdays, and thus a day which is basically a celebration of our arrival on earth, becomes all about how old we are getting to be. But as my dad always said, look at the alternative. I have now celebrated yet another year on the planet, and am fortunate to have family and friends who celebrate it with me.
Starting off with a 7 AM arrival at Market Days, and a gift of a Lavender Cowgirl Hat, continuing on with the arrival there of friends who Actually Sang Happy Birthday to me (I am so lucky to be loved by you!) Evening Festivities included dinner at the Redbud Cafe, surrounded by Ones I Love, eating, drinking, and listening to some great musicians. And yes, once again having Happy Birthday dedicated to me, this time played by the band. One has to put aside the embarrasment in this situation and 'feel the love' because after all, people wouldn't sing to you in public if they didn't love ya! So thanks to all ya'll for loving me and being In My Life. And serving Cheesecake with a candle in it. Ob La Da!

Shadow Shot Sunday

 
In between the rains, an ancient cypress stands claim to its ground in a dry creek bed, somewhere in central Texas.

 
 
 

Vacation Revisited

Well, the Euro is creeping up and the weather in Ireland is wet again. Seems like we were there at the perfect moment! My lovely daughter in law, Karen, threw a St. Patrick's Day feast (even though we know the only snakes St. P. banished were the ones the pagans viewed as symbols of wisdom - he was the real snake in the grass). Anyway, I overlooked my disapproval of the fabled saint and enjoyed the feast as a celebration of Ireland. I mean, what are ya gonna do, miss out on the fun and food? So we gathered for the evening, family and friends, including one friend who has been to Ireland many times, and we enjoyed a scrumptious meal: Irish Stew, which we all pronounced "real" having sufficient Guinness and stout used in the cooking of it, and just potatoes and carrots, none of that ridiculous peas or corn. She had started the dinner with an appetizer of a couple of kinds of Irish cheese - the irony being that we had had no real Irish cheese while we were in Ireland. (I did not tell them about the cheese fiasco at the B & B.) She also had purchased some good Irish soda bread and of course butter, although not Irish butter. But the real treats were 1. the Trifle she made - in Karen-style, she made two huge Trifles, the same but different, both picture worthy and both fabulous. and 2. Irish coffees with Bushmills and more whipped cream; I brought my Celtic Women CDs and the Street Music CD I had purchased in Dublin, put my photos on a computer slide show, and we all sat around and talked about Irish stuff - history, politics, our trips there, the wicked Catholic clergy, etc.

Wish you could been there!

Karen, thanks for the Memorable Feast!

I think we should all go back to Galway.

Echos of Ireland

 

 

 

 

Some more photos from Ireland. By train and bus, we crisscrossed the island from Dublin to Galway, spending a few days in Drogheda, a half hour outside of Dublin, then stayed in Salthill, a "suburb" of Galway. From there we made day trips to Doolin, Cliffs of Moher, The Burren and Spiddal, a quaint coastal village outside of Galway. Only actually spent one night in Dublin. That would be a trip in itself, and we really wanted to not be in a big city very much. My only regret: we didn't have more time.

The Emerald Isle

Seems like quite a while since I posted. Winter has come and gone, at least from my hill country spot. Meanwhile, I have been to Ireland again. Early March is not when it is at it's most Emerald, but it's still lovely.