Two random photos from Vince's barn . . .

Anne . . .

You asked how your Cherokee was.

It's parked by the caboose . . .

And, your usual parking spot was taken by . . .

It's owner has spent the evening at the Big Barn.

Today . . . nothing.
Except an elevator ceiling . . .

Food for thought from "Just One Look" by Harlan Coben:

Loneliness, the precursor to boredom, is conducive to the creative process. That was what artistic meditation was all about - boring yourself to the point where inspiration must emerge if only to preserve your sanity.

The key to serenity, Wu knew, was to keep working, keep moving forward. When you're moving, you don't think about guilt or innocence.  You don't think about your past or your dreams, your joys or disappointments.

Child-rearing experts - those namby-pamby, lobotomy-voiced Ph.D.s on cable TV - would probably tsk-tsk, but Grace was not one of those tell-kids-everything parents.  Above all else a mother's job was to protect.  Emma was not old enough to handle the truth.  Plain and simple.  Deception was a necessary part of parenting.  Of course Grace could be wrong - she knew that - but the old adage is true:  Kids don't come with instructions. We all mess up.  Raising a child is pure impromptu.

The problem with tragedy is that you have to go on.  There is no choice. You cannot just pull off the road and wait it out - much as you might want to.  If you have other children you understand that right away.  Your life may be over, but you get out of bed for others.

Last Fuji apple.

Morning sunshine and shadow . . .

Oil and water don't mix.

From zoomed in to full view . . .

[Theresa made banana bread.  Yum.]

And, yesterday, Miss Anya started using

her johnny-jump-up and her high chair.

Growing (too) fast.

The field (beans) between us and the river is flooded.

Happens most every year.

This is the big barn . . .

Turn 180 degrees and this is the field . . .

Walk to the gate . . .

I've always wanted to live on a lake.

Maybe someday.

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This is what happens to your shoes

when visiting Brian's shop . . .

Metal shavings.

Luckily, they come out easily.

Glossing Polish.

Something I use when my hair is particularly

dry or fly-away.

It makes my hair shiny, smooth and frizz-free.

I may need Glossing Polish for my life.

From a bathroom at the Methodist Rehabilitation Center

in Franklin (where my Aunt Kay is temporarily) . . .

Sarah sent this to me (from jan's cell phone)

before they left for China . . .

He got through one telling of "Curious George"

before he crashed . . .

John and Lee built a tree "house" when they were young . . .

On Friday evening, most of the tree came down

in the wind . . .

Jack came over with his electric dirt bike

and Ian has a new motorcycle jacket and hat

from his Ganna (Theresa's mom) . . .

Update:

jan, Greg, Thomas, and Sarah met Abigail

in person today at about 2pm (in China - 2am in Indiana) . . .

Follow along at Abigail MistyMing

Three random photos, Barry's new pets,
and a jan-update . . .

Barry's new pets . . .

jan update from 12 hours ago:
she and Thomas and Sarah are in China.
Greg's flight was delayed, but was due soon.
Hopefully her blog will have an update this evening.
[There is a 12 hour time difference]

Here is a photo she sent from Chicago's O'Hare airport . . .

Swimming pool (PSE edit) . . .

In a car wash . . .

Food for thought from "Bee Season" by Myla Goldberg:

Aaron is certain he will be making a foray into his own adulthood.  He is still child enough to believe that adulthood brings certainty and self-confidence.

Thirty-two years.

An afternoon at Lake Monroe, with visitors.

Ian . . .

Anya . . .

Vince with John and Theresa . . .

Leaving for home soon . . .

[[ Hey, kiddo . . . love you ]]

The sun and sky on my way to work . . .

The above photo was cropped from this photo . . .

Same photo with posterizing, glowing edges, solarizing,

and lastly, a stained glass effect . . .

Just one more Mallow Run photo . . .

Guess where?

Pretty tiles . . .

And a plaque . . .

It's a McDonald's bathroom . . .

Major thunderstorm starting

and internet getting iffy,

so only two photos from yesterday

at Mallow Run.

Anya . . .

Ian (take my picture, Gramma). . .