We don't shop on Thanksgiving or Black Friday. As my granddaddy would say, "We're agin it cause
people need to be home with their families." So today, we went out to pick up some things for the nieces and nephews.
The shopping took longer than we'd anticipated and we were both starving. We decided to grab a few tacos to tide us over until we finished our galavanting.
The next stop was the cemetery to decorate for Christmas. We pulled up to the top of the hill where my folks are buried and cut the engine. I cranked down the side window of the truck while Jilda pulled a couple tacos from the bag.
We ate them sitting there in the cab of the truck. There was a cool breeze out of the west, but the sun was warm. It was peaceful in the cemetery.
We took the old faded flowers from the vases, put them in plastic garbage bags, and I tossed them in the bed of the truck for disposal when we got home.
The red and white poinsettias should take our folks through Christmas. After the first of the year, we'll do some arrangements that will be there until Decoration Day.
As I wrote this entry, my computer dinged. When I looked at the notification, it said "Rick's Blog Anniversary." My first entry was 11 years ago tonight.
I wasn't sure where I was heading with the blog. It started out as a blog for the alumni of my old high school. But it evolved into a kind of daily journal for me.
I've posted every day with few exceptions. The times I missed was because violent weather knocked out power for extended periods of time. Even then, when the roads were clear, I'd drive to the McDonalds which is 11 miles away and post using their WiFi.
Someone once asked me why I write every day. My only response is – so that I can find my voice.
The shopping took longer than we'd anticipated and we were both starving. We decided to grab a few tacos to tide us over until we finished our galavanting.
The next stop was the cemetery to decorate for Christmas. We pulled up to the top of the hill where my folks are buried and cut the engine. I cranked down the side window of the truck while Jilda pulled a couple tacos from the bag.
We ate them sitting there in the cab of the truck. There was a cool breeze out of the west, but the sun was warm. It was peaceful in the cemetery.
We took the old faded flowers from the vases, put them in plastic garbage bags, and I tossed them in the bed of the truck for disposal when we got home.
The red and white poinsettias should take our folks through Christmas. After the first of the year, we'll do some arrangements that will be there until Decoration Day.
As I wrote this entry, my computer dinged. When I looked at the notification, it said "Rick's Blog Anniversary." My first entry was 11 years ago tonight.
I wasn't sure where I was heading with the blog. It started out as a blog for the alumni of my old high school. But it evolved into a kind of daily journal for me.
I've posted every day with few exceptions. The times I missed was because violent weather knocked out power for extended periods of time. Even then, when the roads were clear, I'd drive to the McDonalds which is 11 miles away and post using their WiFi.
Someone once asked me why I write every day. My only response is – so that I can find my voice.
I think it's great that you been blogging for 11 years and pretty well daily. I started writing to find my voice and it helped find answers xox
ReplyDelete11th is the steel anniversary...were glad you are steel blogging.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your 11th blogiversary!!
Eleven years of blogging is quite an achievement. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary. And I'm sure the remembrances left at the cemetery are lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Rick - I do read every post. Happy 11th Blog Anniversary. You keep things real, sometimes bring a few tears and some chuckles and lots of empathy. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteJoy
Congratulations on your blogoversary.
ReplyDeleteCemeteries are often lovely places. And your decorations will add to that.
I agree with your grandfather. One should always stay home during these times and be with family and just enjoy the time. We have so many days of shopping that we don't need to be out there for that so called sale. I think that is sweet to create a little bit of Christmas for your parents. I'm sorry I have not been around but I just have had a bit of stress and our one pussy cat died suddenly last night.
ReplyDeleteAs you are fond of saying Rick:Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteAnd Black Saturday has come to Australia and I am plain disgusted.
In Victoria, Black Saturday to me, was that dreadful day in 2009 when raging bushfires swept through parts of Victoria and killed over 150 people. Not consumerism and money grubbing!
Alphie
I'm not a fan of shopping and I stay away from big sale events just because I hate crowds. All the hype drives me crazy. Your grandaddy was right.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Julia
Happy blogiversary!
ReplyDeleteLisa
Nice to put out poinsettias.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on eleven years. Wow! I only know one other person who has been blogging longer.
Happy 11th anniversary--quite an achievement!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Blogoversary! I'm glad you used the word "gallivanting" (I spell it differently). Willy Dunne Wooters says that I go out gallivanting around, which I think is hilarious since I seldom leave the house.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
I'm very glad that you find and share your voice on a regular basis. Happy 11th blogiversary. Wishing you many more years of blogging to come.
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ReplyDelete(I switched carriers (or something) LOL) When I posted it said ‘Publishing’ but nothing happened.
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I will try again. As always a sweet visit to Life 101. I do like the b/w picture. Shows mood with the scene.
Have a great Sunday! BTW Happy anniversary day.
Glad you found a place to voice your thoughts. I like reading what you have to say! Happy Blogger anniversary !
ReplyDelete11 years wow, a long time, hope you are around for many more years to come.
ReplyDeleteThe red and white poinsettias are the best for Christmas, just reading that made me think of my nan she loved poinsettias at Christmas time