Saturday, October 30, 2010

Hello folks,

Here is a link:

If you don't know some of the words in this post, use it.

Sorry, I just have this love of vocabulary.

Have a splendiferous fortnight.


This first photo reminds me of a limerick I read in Literature a few years ago:

There was a young man at Devizes,
Whose ears were of different sizes.

One was so small,

It was no use at all,

But the other won several prizes.

It took a good eye and a steady hand (not a big ear) to win that ribbon.

I'm curious what all these people who get blue are supposed to do? Get blue? At the risk of sounding unpatriotic, I admit that the Canadian method (first gets red and second gets blue) makes more sense. After all, if you only come in second, you might have something to feel blue about.

Dilettantes or connoisseurs?

Either way, if I were a cake, I would be shivering under my icing: these folks know how to pick cakes apart.

Is there anyone who doesn't think we should go that direction?

So much color - local color.

On display...

...packed away...

...time to add up all the pay.

Family Fun Night 2010

Duly registered and stickered.

Those ubiquitous Crocs.

It's all about getting caught. He can pretend that's not the goal, but it is.

Tikes on trikes.

Um, what do you call that thing on front? The engine?

Hurry up. The guys over there already have pants on their calf.

Not to mention suspenders.

What's up with the Krauters? Or should I ask, "What's down?"

"I've always dreamed of being in a three-legged race..." - Anne Shirley

The dust rises. Will they?

The suspense before.

And the publicity after.



Once again, a very balanced individual.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade? Hmm...

...wonder what you do when life gives you potatoes.

Speed-pick - that's what.

When is someone going to notice I have my bucket up?

An orange microphone and a clipboard - he's got to be important.

Now that's rejoicing with those that rejoice.

The Last Straw

Matthias and his eggplant.

Not sure who's getting strangled: the balloon or Charity.

The balloon is massaged back into shape...

...only to have its neck stretched a few minutes later.

Yup, that is what you think it is.
(That is, if you're thinking of the right thing.)

Egg-scellent catch.

A time for high-fives.

And a time for paper towels.

A time to end...

...and here is Mercy to bid you farewell.

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With blessings,

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Attention Everyone.

The Saturday Evening Post has fallen on hard times. Nah, make that "busy times" - sounds better.

There have been, and still are, so many places to go, so many friendships to maintain, and so much of life to live, that I have had little time for virtual places (think Blogger). In the end, however, this busyness bodes well. After all, the places we've gone and the people we've gone with are the stuff that blog posts are made of.

Trips and folks and everyday jokes,
That's what this blog is made of.

Literal Technology II

Last time, as you might recall, Mr. Bedelia had a photo that he wanted to get rid of, badly. Now, half a year later, it seems he's found some photos that he likes and, consequently, wants to save off his computer. His friend recommended that he burn a CD.

Mr. Bedelia burns a CD.

We Got Cows!

Yeah, we looked as surprised as you when we found out.

They didn't look surprised. Quite at home rather.

What they were was obvious, but where they came from and whose they were was a head-scratching problem.

What, not yours either?

All Mercy can figure out is that those cows must have made a big moostake.

Christian patrols with a hockey stick.

Wait, Clayton. Last I heard, wind drives away chaff, not chaff drives away cows.

Head sentry thinks he's got these C.O.W.s under control.

Bull starts his way.

You sure you don't need some aid from the homeland security department?

No, I'm fine...

I've got my methods.

You're hungry, eh?

We'll use that to our advantage.

Dad extends his hospitality to all the cows.

Ungrateful beast.

Eventually the owner shows up, the cows (and the excitement) leave, and...

...Conrad washes down the barn.

Now that's a day in Lancaster Cownty for you!

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God Bless Every One.