March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Wheels are Off

I want to learn how to put comments on a picture with arrows to the objects of note, but since I can only do it in word and not transfer it to my blog post you will have to use your imagination.

First, I will let you take a gander at the scene around the house as we were leaving for Birmingham last night. What do you see that you find disturbing?

Now for the objects that we have noted as comical ~ hey we've got to keep laughing or we are not going to enjoy the ride...

* doggie vomit ~ Norval was notorious practical jokes ~ vomit being one of the favorites ~ Frank walks by the hearth and says "that's some pretty good fake throw up" to which Steve replied "that's not fake"
* bag of Christmas trash that had no yet made it to the dump~
* house plans ~ Frank wanted to make sure we had the house plans, ruler, and paper at the hospital so we could work on drawing cabinet elevations
* random assortment of children's toys and discarded clothes
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