Thursday, March 31, 2011


So, we went bowling for some "wholesome recreational activity."

As you can see by the scores (and Heather's face) we're not quite ready for the leagues. 
I think we'll stick to Wii bowling for the time being. We are much better at that.  :-)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

out with the old...

Good-bye, Chevy Malibu.  *sniff*  *sniff*

in with the new ...

Hello, Honda Civic Hybrid!  Hurray!

Saturday, March 19, 2011


I was

totally surprised when Nelson came home and explained that he was in a car accident on the way home from work

totally relieved and thankful that neither he nor anyone else was hurt

totally shocked by the appearance of the car--the whole frame is bent.  You can barely open the trunk and the passenger-side door

totally anxious about dealing with the insurance company

totally sad because we just paid the car off

totally thankful again that Nelson wasn't hurt

The insurance guy came yesterday.  Of course, the car is totaled.  I guess we're going car shopping next week.  (I totally hate that.)

dancing with the daffodils

We'd never been to the Junction City Daffodil Festival, so this year we decided to check it out.  Daffodils are MY FAVORITE flower.  They look so cheerful in the spring.  The day was drizzly and muddy, but it was a fun, new thing to do.  Here are things we saw:


a tipi

 a nineteen-fifty-something Bel-Air, one of our favorites

a tuba band

kettle korn

and, of course, daffodils

including some on hats

The drive to the festival wasn't as amazing as it had been described.  There were pretty flowers, but not as many as I'd imagined.  It was low-key, but fun.  Here's how William Wordsworth felt about daffodils:


  I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth