Sunday, October 26, 2014

Monster truck on the Hooch

Lovely day on the river.  Home bodied today.

 Moved out a couch to my booth at Bluffton Antiques. Teapots.  Very cute.  Go buy it.

Got to hug on those sweet Hedgie boys today. So cute and so active.  Hedgie baby boy #1 just woke up into a new personality.  Monster truck comes to mind when you him watch go over the top of his brother for the toy he wants.  Hedgie Baby boy #2 has gotten calmer--like they decided to swap personalities.  So interesting. God is good.  One Monster Truck is plenty.

I'm retiring in January and looking forward to spending more time with them. More on that later.

Peace from the Hooch.  Enjoy these adorable shots of our punkins.

squishy and healthy

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Roosevelts and the Erwins

Watching the Roosevelt special on PBS.  Indomitable spirits those folks.  I think my Dad was that kind of guy too.  Smaller scale than Roosevelts' but ever bit as contagious.  Dad's is raining down through all his children, grands, and great grands.  So proud of all of you.  Watch the special if you get a chance. They, of course, were humans and did human things.  I won't go there with my own shortcomings either. 

Another beautiful day on the Hooch.  Turned the heat on for a minute.  Duke Boy gone early taking his Mom to the doctor.  Don't tell him what I did with the heat.  Of course, the windows are open upstairs which may be why I needed heat in the living room. Duh!

Here's this gorgeous fall image. 
oh, and Roll Tide.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Crowmotion on the Hooch

Planted on my porch for last couple of hours. Watered myself with coffee.  What a beautiful day. Crows are causing a crowmotion down by the river.  Several were in the front garden yesterday. Must be gearing up for Halloween.  Those guys are big.  Haven't spotted Tippy Hedron in the neighborhood.  Duke Boy is totally freaking out by those things and any birds after that movie. 

Leaves falling from the trees. Views of orange, red, yellow, green, and brown. Jacket on but I'm about to shed it like the tree dropping these leaves. Temp is 65 but feel is 70 according to my phone. Still lovely.  Sun creeping over the top of the house so the porch is mostly shady. 

Tomorrow is homecoming at Shawmut UMC.  11 ET. Come on over, down, up, just come. Bob Morgan, grandson, of Bob Harding is our speaker.  Bob Harding, as in the one the school in Shawmut is name for.  He's quite a legend in these parts.  Food will be fabulous.  Bring a dish if you'd like or just bring your appetite.  Great cooks at Shawmut. Duke Boy will bring chicken and dumplings to remember Miss Georgia.  Our most recently passed oldest member. 

Hedgie Twin Boy #1 is crawling.  It's official.  Nothing will be the same.  Missing my lap babies already.  Those guys are such joy.  Twin Boy #2 laid on the floor with Duke Boy when he arrived yesterday just gazing in his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. Too cute. Settling down for sleep not their fav.  Too much to  see and do when you are 7 months old.

Get outside. See this day.
Peace from the Hooch.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Seashells, sand and shrimp

Apologies to Valley Times readers--this will be duplicated in print.  You do get to enjoy great pictures with this one though.  Hope you all have a wonderful Friday.

Resting on my porch after vacation.   Hiking in the Alps.  Ha. Most of you know if I’d been doing that that I wouldn’t be writing about it because I wouldn’t have returned unless it was in a small urn.  I admire people who can do those kinds of adventures.  A hike through the streets of Paris is still on my bucket list. 

The most difficult part of my vacation was the one time I carried a car seat complete with baby from the car to the condo.  I did not have to volunteer for that opportunity again.  Hedgie Girl can balance one on each hip if she has too.  If push comes to shove I could run for my life with a baby on each hip—without the car seats—ok –if it was life and death I could carry the full car seats and the car.  It did not come to that—thus the word, vacation.

Back to vacation.  I never cease to be amazed at how many seashells God still makes.  I only made it home with a small jar of mainly interesting pieces.  If truth be told most of them were a rescue of cast offs from some serious shellers.  One perfect specimen did await me on the sand as I loaded up chairs and all the paraphernalia that one has to take to the beach with twins.  When I picked it up I flashed back to a year ago when I picked up such a beautiful shell from the waters’ edge that I looked around to see if someone had placed it there for me to find. It appeared to be store bought because it was empty, perfect, and highly polished.  It is somewhere in my office?

Back to vacation again.  The boys were amazed with sand and of course wanted to taste it.  We did our best to not let that happen but salty fingers are even more amazing than plain ones when you are seven months old. It made bo-bo (pacifier) stealing particularly intriguing.  Keeping them from poking fingers in each other’s eyes while bo-bo stealing is the biggest issue when they are left to sit in the sand or on a blanket together.  Now it’s a cute behavior but we try not to encourage it by laughing too much.  They already are very interested in the other brother’s toy even if it’s identical to the one they are currently holding.  Seems we don’t have to teach envy.

Vacation again.  Sunrises, shrimp, sand, salt, security.  People on the beach at night with flashlights chasing sand crabs.  Sitting on the balcony each morning and evening, I was in awe of the beauty and security.  I have that same feeling as I sit on my porch this morning.  I am grateful for this feeling and sad for those who don’t have this kind of wonderful life.  

Back to real non-vacation life:  thanks to all of you who made the fundraiser for the Pastoral Institute such a success.  The food, venue, door prizes, table sales, donations, program, volunteers. Amazing just like sea shells. 

Karen Erwin-Brown is the director of the Valley office of the Pastoral Institute.  She offers counseling for individuals, couples, and families by appointment only at the Shawmut United Methodist Church.  Call 334-768-2341 for more information or to schedule an appointment.  She and her husband, Donnie, also facilitate the Naomi group, a support group for women who are grieving the loss of a spouse or partner. The group meets on the second Thursday of each month at noon at Shawmut United Methodist Church.  A lunch is provided.  Call 334-768-2341 to make a reservation for the November 13th meeting.