Many fish bites if ya got good bait
Here's a little tip I would like to relate
Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I 'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby goin' fishin' too
Taj Mahal -- "Big Fish Blues"
The above photo is for my father. Katie P. is doin' her Daden proud in the fishing department; she likes the challenge, the glory, and most especially the eating. That's my girl.
Art Camp officially ended today. Bye-bye, 8:30 t0 5:00 break from the oldest Short Person. I am mostly pleased, because I did miss her very much, but it was wonderful to have so many fight-free days.
India had a ball, and came home laden with an appalling amount of unidentifiable glazed clay figurines, a new tie-dye shirt (we just can't have enough of those in this house), a papier mache hat covered with blobs of tissue paper, an array of drawings and lots of new skills, including PLATE SPINNING. They did a "circus" segment, that included tumbling, juggling, etc. Thank goodness she hasn't asked to hone those skills at home.
Her favorite class by far was music (imagine that) and she surprised her teacher with the selections she brought in, which ranged from Del McCoury and Bobby Darin to Spanish music. I had to steer her away from her perennial favorite, "Willin'". Call me crazy, but I just didn't think the "weed, whites and wine" line would go over well. Although, after getting a good look at the music teacher and the bumper stickers on her guitar case, it might have been a welcome addition.
Notice that India is by far the tiniest in her little group. She's at about the 10% percentile...odd given that Tracy is 6ft 2in and I am 5ft 7in. I do have to say, though, that despite her height her apple didn't fall far from our tree!
The weather is looking dreadful this weekend, so beach and boating is out. I suppose that means Tracy and I may have to face painting the bookshelves we have had sitting unfinished in our den since Christmas. Damn. Somebody's gonna have to break it to Kate that she won't be fishin' this weekend, and it's not gonna be me.
The weather is looking dreadful this weekend, so beach and boating is out. I suppose that means Tracy and I may have to face painting the bookshelves we have had sitting unfinished in our den since Christmas. Damn. Somebody's gonna have to break it to Kate that she won't be fishin' this weekend, and it's not gonna be me.
8 comments:
Aaarrgghh! Damn margins on Blogger!
Well, I have to say both of your short people are just as cute as they can be!
How wonderful that you had an art camp to send India to...it is such a wonderful way to expand their creativity! And, anyone who likes music is cool in my world.
BTW, Hello, Michele sent me - and she wants me to wish you a great week-end...maybe the storms will stay at bay!
P. S. Forgot to mention, I do so love the photo of you and the margarita!!! Looks like my size glass :)
greetings from michele!
you have two wonderful chort people, congratulations.
Glad you are back! Been thinking about you. Thanks for the recommendations on sharing room procedures, we need to start thinking about getting that underway but it is something I dread. As for other baby prep we really haven't done much and no name as of yet. We finally sat down on Wednesday and put some ideas together but nothing for sure. Hey - are you all planning to go to the 20th reunion in September. I will be very very pregnant at that point but Mike is looking forward to it.
Those tie-dye shorts sure ar cute.
Michele sent me.
Those kids look like the little ones at Floydfest with all that tie dye...too cute! I like the pic of her fishing..I am a fishergirl myself. It is about the only time in the world I have any patience.
Back again from Michele's, and I had more fun this time than the last.
What are you shooting with and what training have you had? Your pictures are extraordinary.
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