Busy, Busy Day

I finished this quilt, "just in time." It is for Charming's brother, who is coming in from New York City for Charming's family get-together tomorrow.
Most of the squares have a NYC theme, and I alternated them with nine-patch squares. The bright blue in the quilt is one of my favorite fabrics ever, ever, ever.

Today was Alvin's last day of baseball for the summer season. He is in the middle front, with the green batting helmet:

I made him come closer so I could get a better photo:

Johnny Tremain (left) came with two of my grandbabies. MacGuyver (right) came from Indy as a surprise for Alvin. He even made a t-shirt for Alvin with his name on it:

MacGuyver's girlfriend, Tiny Dancer, tossed a ball with Junior Asparagus. She is breaking in her brand-new mitt, which Mac bought on clearance at Wal-mart yesterday for...wait for it...Two Dollars. (gotta get me to Wallyworld...)

Sweet Pea stayed close by Grandma. She's wearing a Notre Dame cap as protection against the raindrops during the game:

After the game, awards were given. Alvin received the Silver Bat award for the highest batting average--a whopping .588! (so proud, here...) Then we all caravanned over to my Dad's nursing home for a visit. We finished our morning with lunch out, then home for some downtime.

I have finished my batch of potato salad for the reunion tomorrow, and found bathing suits, towels, and camp chairs. Tomorrow early, I will make an oatmeal cake (recipe to follow in a couple of days, Jennifer!) and we'll be off for the day to Charming's Mom's house. Another great-big-day, full of food, love, food, conversation, food, softball, swimming, music, and...food!

See ya' later. Gotta get some sleep!

Junior's Purple Period

After homeschooling for many years, you seem to collect a lot of crayons. You probably have a box like this one:
Yesterday, Junior Asparagus came to visit. This is what I found when he left:

Hmm. Must be going through a purple phase. Or maybe his Daddy read him Harold and the Purple Crayon yesterday afternoon?

Old Home Week

My sister was in town last week from Arizona. We did so many, many things! But I think she took 'way most of the photos. The few that were on my camera were *pitiful*, if I was trying to make you understand the fun, Fun, FUN we had.

Monday last, Janny came over for supper. Lily brought over some of her scrapbooking equipment, because I had purchased a vintage photo album (you know, the kind with the black pages) to use to make a Yo-Yo Sisterhood scrap album. This is what we call our little sisterhood, and, yes, it's like the movie of the similar name. Only take out the mental illness/cr*ppy childhood things. Keep the great memories/coming of age/love abounding stuff.

We had some photos of our previous gatherings that I wanted to put in the Book. I found out that the fancy "white" pen I bought (archival, acid free, etc. etc.) didn't work as well as a plain ol' white crayola crayon. The idea for this book is not to be archival (although my parents' old photo albums are still in as pristine condition as when they put them together) but just FUN.

So we put the pages together, and I glued some fabric yo-yos on the cover, and put in big green glitter letters: The Divine Secrets of the Yo-Yo Sisterhood:

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Tuesday night was the meeting of the Sisterhood. Four members were present--my sister and I, and my two brothers' wives, Robin and Debbie. We met at Janny's hotel room, and had the pool and whirlpool to ourselves for a long time. We then went back to the room for the yummiest food you could get "to go"--chicken salad on croissants, broccoli/raisin salad, berries, good cheese. For dessert we had creme brulee, introduced to us at the 2003 Yo-Yo "convention" by our Auntie Marylin. We share this dessert every time we meet in our town.

We shared gifts, including Chocolate. We shared little bits of those girlie books that have quotes and poems and little stories about being Sisters or Mothers and such. We talked and talked and laughed and laughed--girl style. It was a beautiful evening, made even more beautiful because of the blessing of four sisters who love the Lord and have loved each other for decades.

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Wednesday was Janny and Barbie Day. We wanted to make it special, but not too far away. We chose to go to Huntington, a town 25 miles away, where my father was born, and forty-seven-twelve thousand other family members lived. We first went to Plaster*er's Antiques (take out the asterisk and you have my maiden name). It is run by a distant cousin, the grandson of Eiffel Plasterer and his wife. We had a wonderful time, talking family history. Edward (the cousin) and I could both rattle off the "roll" of our family genealogy in America--Heinrich, Conrad, Conrad, George, Henry, Richard, Robert (my Dad) and Barbie. That makes me eighth generation, and my grandbabies tenth generation Americans. Edward's line diverged after George, but what is really cool is that we could still feel the connection--we are "blood" relatives. Kinda puts that boring Numbers and Chronicles stuff I've been reading into perspective. I realize that all those Biblical genealogies were important--at least to the Israelites, right?

Janny and I both bought two teacup-and-saucer sets for our collections. We then went to Elizabeth's Tea Room (no website, but a super-cool place) for lunch. It is in a historical home, and was "atmosphere sublime" for chicks. I don't think they mean to cater to men...well, the guys have their "sports bars" for that purpose, right?

Wonderful time lingering over lunch, talking and talking together.

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Thursday, we had Janny to dinner at my house again, and it was her chance to visit with my children (and grands!) and my one lone nephew in town. Lots of laughter and talkin' goin' on. AND...she brought me my fabulous birthday present. (which I will share when I have a photo...)

Friday, I think all we did was to have lunch together. We were pretty tired by that time, after all.

Saturday morning, Janny went back to Huntington, to the Indiana Room at the Public Library, where they have an enormous file on our family. She chose several things to photocopy and share with us. Saturday night, my brother had all of us siblingsand spouses over for a cookout. (He makes fabulous ribs!) We had wonderful fellowship around the fire, as well. A great ending to a full, full, "family" week.

Now, it's back to laundry, dishes, and the myriad little chores that keep the house running. I'm also working on lesson plans for the fall semester (a little late, but, oh, well...). Saturday we have the get-together of Charming's family. In two weeks is our vacation. Somewhere along the line, Normalcy will return.

I'm hopin'.

The Jury is In

117 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Superior Take the test!

I really think I could have done a little better, even. Some of the answers I did not choose would have, I thought, also been appropriate. My favorite thing about the test is that I really had to get my head into hers (my 1930's counterpart).

Meredith at Like Merchant Ships titled her post "fails to wash tops of milk bottles." I don't remember my mother washing the tops of the bottles we got from the milkman. She always told us that Tonne Dairy bottled their milk "under the most sanitary conditions."

Thanks to Meredith for this fun link! By the way, there is a "husband" test, as well!

Anybody hungry?

My son Joe Hardy is a member of a Hispanic church, who wants to do a food fundraiser. Joe asked me if I would like to make potato salad for the event. We decided that four batches would make enough for 60-80 dinners (depending on portion control).

So...

Twenty pounds of potatoes, peeled, boiled, chopped. Four dozen eggs, boiled, peeled, sliced. Eight ribs of celery, two large onions, chopped. Four quarts of Miracle Whip, mustard, pickle juice. Dill weed and paprika.

Hours and hours and hours. Large-O mess. I filled two foil "turkey roasters" full to the top. Probably 25 pounds. Called Joe at work to tell him I Was Finished.

Mom. The fundraiser is Next Saturday, not This.

I pictured myself going door-to-door, crying, begging people to Please Take My Potato Salad.

I called Charming at work and boo-hooed on his shoulder. He said, "but, Honey, potato salad can be frozen."

Ray of hope? Light at the end of a very dark tunnel?

The jury is still out. Everywhere I go on the internet says that potatoes are good for nothing but the garbage can if they have been frozen and thawed. Gritty. Mushy.

So how come they sell Frozen Mashed Potatoes and Frozen Hashed Brown Potatoes? And, helloooo, French Fries...

edited to add: I think I have found my answer here. It appears you can freeze potatoes if you don't thaw them before cooking (thus the stuff you find in the stores). It is when they are thawed that the gritty mushiness occurs. Looks like I'm sunk.

If you are in the neighborhood, come on over! I'll warn you, though. Potato Salad will be the appetizer, entree, and dessert...

edited Again: My neighbor Linda's church is having a happenin' this weekend as well, and said she would welcome the potato salad. Praise the Lord!

Ooh, a giveaway!

And How!! Click on the photo to go see pictures of this gorgeous quilt, and find out how you can win it! While you're there, check out all of Dana's cool stuff. You will not be disappointed!

Goodwill Happiness

Had a great trip to two Goodwills in town this week. I found six bread-and-butter plates and four dinner plates in the vintage "Colonial Homestead" pattern. I actually collect "The Olde Curiosity Shop" pattern, but this is very similar, and with my family growing (19 now and with no signs of stopping!) this is very welcome. I also found *just one* Mikasa plate, which will go into the everyday stack: These were new, ($3.99 each) and I got three: one for Alvin Fernald, one for Junior Asparagus, and one for Blueberry. They have my last name printed on them--fun!!

Ooh, and this goodie--a Pampered Chef coffee carafe--$3.00:

I also scored several books for the Gift Box, and a Spiderman camp chair for Blueberry.

Now, back to work!

Just Shoot Me And Get It Over With

Blackeyed Susan after youth group last evening, pointing out two foreign exchange students:

"Joao is from Brazil, and Alberto is from Italy. Are those two countries next to each other?"

In her defense, she made the statement because the two boys knew each other before they started coming to youth group this summer, and she was trying to figure that out. AND...

We all say really dumb stuff from time to time, right? AND...

So, all the times I lament public school students not knowing where Mexico or Canada is, and saying, Thank Goodness I'm homeschooling, 'cause that would Never Happen to Me...well...

I guess we are all human.

But I *am* going to dig out that Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego game.

Today.

I Ain't Movin'!

I live in the second-largest city in the state of Indiana. We are known here for our low cost-of-living, and, probably the comment most made by people who live here is, "it's a great place to raise a family." We are also known as the "city of churches," which is not a bad thing, either. I can think of nine or ten churches within a mile of my home, and I might be missing some!

I heard a story on the radio today. The "morning guy" played a sound-bite from a tv news story in Pittsburgh, where a Fort Wayne native had moved. He was shocked to find his property tax bill was $7000 a year.

Seven. thousand. dollars. I pay less than $500 over that amount per year for my mortgage, which *includes* property tax AND homeowner's insurance. My property taxes are about 10% of the guy in Pittsburgh's.

Another man called in to say that he moved here from Corpus Christi, TX, and the property tax bill for a 2500 sq. ft. home was *eight* thousand dollars! So that is more than I pay for everything. (guess I won't complain about my natural gas bill budget going up this month...)

My daughter Violet used to work for the Convention and Visitor's Bureau here in town, and would often receive calls from people who were moving here from other parts of the country. A man called from California, and asked if it were "possible" to find "anything" to house his family for $350,000. Now, of course you *can* find homes here for that price (at one time, our town had more per-capita millionaires than anywhere else in the country), but that her parents' home was in a lovely old neighborhood inhabited by many artsy-types (including the director of the symphony), and [our] home was less than $100,000. The man 'bout fell off his chair. Now, I understand that, him being from California and all. My aunt lived in a 1400 sq.ft. two-bedroom, one bath dealie that listed for $578,000. I can't even imagine how much money you would have to make, in order to make the payments on a mortgage like that.

Would any of you like to come "be my neighbor?" We'd love to have you!

A Blessed, Blessed Evening

Charming and Alvin Fernald were privileged to be part of a group ministering at a small fellowship this evening. Here they are, setting up:
I'm so Mommy-proud, because this is Alvin's first "gig" playing *out,* and he got to do it with his Daddy.

This is a group of musicians that get together for a Jam Session every other Tuesday. The leaders are Charming and Nancy Honeytree. Nancy is in blue:

Also among the muscians are two of the original members ofPetra. The lead guitar is behind Alvin, in front of the window:

So, not only was the worship amazing, and the message "right-to-the-heart," this Jesus freak chick was in groupie heaven...

This capped off a day of beautiful weather, wonderful worship at our home church, and then the evening Honeytree and Friends concert. I feel full and warm inside, encouraged and Ready For The Week Ahead!

Oh, yeah, Baby!

MSNBC has posted a Citizenship test that you can take for fun. Here are my results:

You answered 100% of questions correctly.

Oh, yeah, baby!

I notice, however, that all of the questions have to do with History dates or History facts. Not to pooh-pooh the homeschool mantra that "that is no way to learn history/history learned that way will be soon-forgotten," I am thirty-five years "out" from high school, and, of course, some of those questions I learned in fourth-grade civics class.

I am certainly teaching my children from Good Books--they are what makes history "come alive." But I have found, especially in my homeschooling experience, that the Facts and the Dates are where you place the Great Stories. Don't forget the penchant of homeschooling families to have a Timeline around the perimeter of their dining rooms!

Okay. Down off my soapbox. Time to toot my own horn!

Challenge to my family peeps to do the test yourselves!

For My Sister

Sewing...
Checking vintage recipes:

and more.

Can you guess why?

Do you need a Clue?

Here it is:

Twisted

I was never a video game player. I've never played Pac-man or Space Invaders or Tetris. I *do* do a few computer games--Spider Solitaire, for instance. And I'm a madwoman for Mahjongg.

A couple of years ago, a neighborhood friend turned me on to Text Twist. I got to be pretty good at it (tho' it *is* rather addictive, and can take time out of your day...) and got up to 400,000 once.

Playing it the other day, I was getting close to 400,000, and decided to see how far I could go. This meant that I couldn't turn off the computer at night (the game doesn't have a "save" feature). Now, in my defense, I didn't sit all day staring at the screen; my children ate all three meals, *and* I caught up the laundry. Here I am, hitting the million mark:
And here is where I landed, last night at midnight:

Then I turned off the computer. I mean, there isn't a "hall of fame" for this game. I am Officially Retired.

The day was full of "twisted" things. I stepped on my glasses:

Fortunately, I had an old pair. The "top" part (the single-vision part) works really well. I can see to drive and cook and stuff. The Bifocal part, however, is Sadly Lacking. It was my first bifocal pair, and now the computer screen is really wiggly. Thank goodness I don't use my glasses to read books--I'm better with my eyes alone within twelve inches or so. I also go "naked" while hand-quilting, so I did a fair bit last evening (between text-twisting, of course!)

I had a difficult time with said eight-year-old glasses at the Bi-annual Quilt Show yesterday. I couldn't stand far enough away from the quilts for the glasses to work, and almost had to put my nose on the displays to see them without them. (do all the signs PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH THE QUILTS mean noses, too?)

One more "twisted" thing about my day: I didn't spend any money at the quilt show. (insert Twilight Zone theme here...) Twenty quilt shop vendors hawking their wares at Reduced Quilt Show Prices and I come out empty-handed? Never been seen before. I just kept thinking--I could buy gasoline instead of more fabric.

I have an appointment today at 5:30 pm for an eye exam. It's my first time with vision insurance--gotta love $15 copays each for exam AND glasses, unless I go over the $125 allowance for frames. Still, my last glasses were about $380. Hoping to get by for under $100.

This last part isn't "twisted": I found a brownie box camera at the thrift store. Violet has always wanted one. I called her to ask, and she wondered whether film would still be available. I thought probably so, as Everything Retro has been picked up again, and *somewhere* on the internet, you can find anything, right?

Isn't it cute?

This morning, kids and I are off to my Daddy's nursing home for a picnic. My two brothers and wives are coming, tho' Charming has to work. They are providing free Family Pictures, so Daddy will have a new one to put on his shelf. So I'm Off to Get Beautiful (in my eight-year old glasses)!

New Blogger on the Block

Hey, everybody!

Go visit my honey's blog . He is finally stepping into the bloggy waters, and I think he'll find them full of wonderful folks.

Charming is a thinker, so that is what you are sure to find. He is a worshipper and lover of the Lord Jesus, and my favorite Anyone!

Go check him out, and leave a comment. Thanks!

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

(photo: Lily and children and I went to see "Great-grandpa" last week.)

Today, my Daddy turns 86 years old.

Somehow, I still see him at near-40, the age he was when I began to have memories. Climbing on his back for horsey-play. Saturday afternoons when he would lay on a lawn-chaise lounge in the family room, with one baseball game on the black-and-white tv, and another on the radio, perched next to his ear, Carling Black-label beer in hand. Him being home on Memorial Day (always May 30 in those days), mowing the lawn, prepping for a cookout in the afternoon.

The first time I saw him cry, in the limo going to the cemetery to bury my five-year-old sister. Him leading us in family prayers: the rosary in early summer evenings, special prayers before supper during Advent. Grabbing my Mother for a quick kiss while cooking breakfast or dinner.

Helping him buy "the prettiest" jewelry box we could find, for Mother for Christmas one year. Him "standing in the gap" between Mother and her teenaged girl, who just thought that Life Was Unbearable with a mother who couldn't *possibly* understand...Daddy always did.

And always, always on his birthday (the first full-day of summer) Daddy saying to us, "Winter's coming--the days are getting shorter!"

But my most important memory--teaching me about God the Father, and the love He has for us--just like the love Daddy had for me.

For these things and so many, many more...Happy Birthday, Daddy. I love you.

Tidbits

Last Sunday, we had the privilege of being at the baby dedication of both Oxford and Cambridge. Here is Johnny Tremain, Lily, and Cambridge before the ceremony:
I didn't get a photo of Oxford until after church. Note that I trashed the jacket because the a/c at church wasn't *quite* working. Here is Rocky Balboa, Forget-me-not, and Ox with his brother Blueberry:

Tuesday, both girls came over with the babes. Somehow, I only got a picture of Forget-me-not's boys. Here she is with Oxford, who is rapidly growing out of his hat:

Blueberry wanted to play guitar while singing some of his "hits"--the B-I-B-L-E, I May Never March In The Infantry, and Zaccheus. I'm *very* proud, because he will strum through the entire song. I think we may have a musician here:

Lily helped me put together my quilt sandwich for Pretty Baskets:

This is how it will look, when I fill it with vintage hankies:

I just love it when a project turns out the way it looks when it is inside my head!

Alvin Fernald is supposed to have a baseball game in an hour, but it is raining pretty hard right now. We'll see...and this afternoon, Blackeyed Susan comes back from church camp! I have missed her, and I'm sure she will have lots to tell when she gets home!

Busy, Busy

Wow. The end-of-school-year whizzed right by me. I had a huge-O party on Memorial Day. Three days later, MacGuyver, his girlfriend Tiny Dancer, and Violet came into town. Chucked entire schedules for visiting, Visiting, VISITING. Violet stayed till this Monday. Still not on top of the Regular Schedule. (do you sometimes just LONG to Stay Home and Clean Floors?)

I started a new project. (Don't tell Charming. The phrase "new project" is not his favorite.) These are called "pretty baskets," and the handles have to be done by hand, perfect for *visiting* times:
I've seen "basket" quilt patterns many times before, but was never tempted to make one. This one makes the baskets into little pockets. I'm planning to put vintage hankies in them. I think it will be a neat way to display them, but still protecting them (I always handwash my hankies).

Last week, Blackeyed Susan decided she wanted to go to church camp (this coming-up Monday). Since she has grown six inches and lost three dress sizes since her last bathing suit, we had to hurry-up-buy-one. A difficult job, because I don't have time to order something online I was *sure* was modest. Here is what we found, at Target:

Verra, verra Hollywood-glam, don't you think? She'll be wearing shorts over it at camp.

Now, the best part:

Can you say "eight dollars and seventy-four cents?"

I'm afraid I won't get by so cheaply when I call the a/c repairman. I think we need a shot of coolant or something. Cold air is coming out of the vents, but I don't think it's up to speed. Erghhh.

Next on my plate: take Susan to the mall, pick up Alvin Fernald at a friend's, home for awhile...I'm sure there's more! The floors will have to wait just a bit longer...

Family Love

Lily is a girl of many talents; she can manage two babes at once. Here you see Oxford on top, and Cambridge on bottom:
Or she can pull a switch, as when Cambridge needed attention:

Lots of love to go around:

Now, lest you think Lily is the only one with talent, while these photos were taken, Forget-me-not was managing dinner for two two-year-olds, a three-year-old, and a five-year-old. I think it's a win-win for me. Couldn't have hand-picked better mommies for my grandbabies!

Yesterday, MacGuyver and his girlfriend Tiny Dancer came into town for the weekend. They have moved this week from NYC to Indy, only two hours away. It is going to be so, so nice. Violet is also in town for the weekend. It was a Noisy Day yesterday, with all of the catching up going on. Alvin Fernald, MacGuyver, Johnny Tremain, and Rocky Balboa had a great workout playing basketball. Lots of dirt and sweat. Today I'm looking for a Quieter Day. I wonder if I can find it anywhere around here?

I'll let you know...

I'm a Winner, too!

I received an Excellent Blog award from my new friend Ruthie . She is a wonderful blogger from Colorado. Be sure and visit and see not only her great photos, but she is running a China series of stories. She was born in China to missionary parents. I just love reading those stories, of her being the "little white girl" with the parents who loved to tell the people about the Lord.

I'm honored that Ruthie has chosen me! Now, as soon as I can figure out how to copy the graphic, I'll be glad to pass it along!

Alvin's a Winner!

At our homeschool fair last week, Lily put Alvin Fernald's and Blackeyed Susan's names in for a chance to win a prize package from a local radio station. We got the call today that Alvin had won!

Besides two cds, he received a beach towel, radio station t-shirt, earbuds, picture frame, bumper stickers, rubber-band bracelets, and, last but certainly not least, a two-pound bag of Twizzlers!

Coming Out of the Cave...

...or a Coma. Some four-letter word beginning with the letter C.

As in a Cold.

A Massive, Sleep for Eighteen Hours one day, followed by two more days on the couch...Cold.

"Upper Respiratory Infection," they call it. But sometimes, it takes your eyes (swollen so badly you can't read), *and* your brain (tried to blog one day, couldn't make the keyboard work).

No remedies touched it. This one just had to be Waited Out.

I've conquered it, but its dregs remain. I figure I'm now at about 60% full-strength. Maybe 70%.

but...

Charming is off on Sunday and Monday, and we're cooking out. So, the Good News is that, by then, I should be pretty good. So, I'm considering it a blessing that it happened this week. I missed a couple of beautiful days outside, but the weekend looks great--mid-seventies and sunny.

So, all in all, nothin' to complain about.

Now, back to housework and schoolwork!

Priceless

Electric guitar: $179.00:

Amp: $99.00:

Adaptor for HEADPHONES:$2.99 PRICELESS $2.99 (sorry, I guess it's only Priceless to Mommy...):

Day Alvin has been waiting for "Forever":

Priceless.

Congratulations, Alvin. You've been diligent in your music studies, and you deserve it!

Now, where did I put that bottle of ibuprofen?

Busy This Week

I finished a bridal shower gift for my nephew's soon-to-be-wife. Isn't this Alexander Henry print cute, cute, cute?
I finished a couple of tea towels to match...

...and two knitted dishcloths, the green one with a "pear" design, and the yellow one with an "apple":

Might as well set up housekeeping in luxurious style, I say!

I also finished a summer purse for moi. I've been sewing hobo bags for Blackeyed Susan's friends for weeks--now it was my turn. Another Alexander Henry fabric--pink goldfinches:

Inside, I have green confetti dots, and cuter-than-cute China Dolls (yep, another A. Henry):

I used McCall's 5599, view C.

Now, to begin the daunting job of transferring purse stuff. I'm one of those whose purses are registered with the FBI as Lethal Weapons. Heavy as dirt, but...I will probably have what you need if you need it. Dental floss? Extra buttons? Five lipsticks? (I'm a Lipstick Girl.)

I'll let you know when I come up for air.

Mother's Day

My darling Alvin Fernald planned a surprise cake for me for Mother's Day. (he just forgot to take the photo until after he cut the cake, and put my piece on a plate.) It is decorated in my favorite color, green:It was waiting for me after my yummy nap on Sunday. (since Charming had to work, a nap was my Plan for the Day.) This explained why I heard Alvin rummaging around his room at 3 am on Saturday night. He had called Charming at work, and asked him to pick up the fixin's at the 24-hour grocery after he got off work. They had just been delivered to his bedroom by his Dad.

Did I tell you it was yummy?

It was.

Magic on the Porch

Yesterday, the weather was perfect to have the grandbabies over for some playtime. I got to sit on the porch with my newest two, Cambridge (on the left, one month) and Oxford (two months):
Oh, I just *know* you want a close-up:

Here is Pop-pop, reading a book to Laura Carrot, Blueberry, and Sweet Pea:

Junior Asparagus was fascinated with a pillbug, which 'round these parts, we call a roly-poly:

I had a wonderful visit with the mommies, Lily and Forget-me-not, as well. Johnny Tremain, who works as a teacher at the public school a block away from our home, walked over for lunch. What a treat!

The *only* problem when you have a magic-on-the-porch kind of day, is that your To-Do list becomes a Still-To-Do list. But, my mom always said that your T0-Do list is never, ever a Completely-Done list, and she always chose the "better part" when it came to grandbabies. A great example for me to follow...