Here's the view as I was driving home from the Ride 'N Dine tonight.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
They Scooped Our Poop
Yes, that's right.
Today the septic tank cleaners came to our home to pump the poo. Now, how's that for alliteration?
Why am I telling you this? Because I wanted to write a blog post with that headline. Because I wanted you to know that I appreciate potty humor. Because I can be puerile...and after all, Everyone Poops! Oh yeah, that book has already been written...
OK, no more poop posts! At least for now...
Today the septic tank cleaners came to our home to pump the poo. Now, how's that for alliteration?
Why am I telling you this? Because I wanted to write a blog post with that headline. Because I wanted you to know that I appreciate potty humor. Because I can be puerile...and after all, Everyone Poops! Oh yeah, that book has already been written...
OK, no more poop posts! At least for now...
Yesterday's Post...
Ooooops. I goofed. I wasn't referring to a "crap" pot. It was really a "crab" pot.
Here's the crap pot. Sorry for the potty humor. I couldn't resist.
How do you like the black toilet against the cayenne colored walls? More on painting later...
Monday, April 6, 2009
Scenery from the Lowcountry
The was the view I saw when we were coming back from the crap pot experience. Isn't it beautiful?
Going Crabbing...
Well, what fun! One of the most hilarious parts of my new life is that quite often we go out to catch our dinner...flounder, redfish...and now crabs.
We put the crab pot out last night and promised to return in 24 hours to see what happened.
Not much actually. Here's what we got. A really little crab. Oh well, that's OK because even though it was too small to keep, I still thought it was fun. And, now I know how to catch crabs.
What a life we have. We catch our dinner and we can pick the vegatables too. I like the simple life. The simple, healthy outdoors life suits me. What about you?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Action Jacksonette
I am becoming an Action Jackson-ette. That's what we call my husband -- Action Jackson -- because he's always on the go, doing something exciting.
Yesterday we went flying -- here's a plane that took off while we were waiting outside the main office.
We flew over our property we call Hoota Woods to see how it looked from the air. Everything looked great; - the pond, the hardwood bottom, the shed, the work camper, the newly planted fruit orchard, even the prepared planting beds looked great from the air.
And, then, as we were leaving, we noticed something tragic. The pine forest next to our property is getting cut, clear cut. What a shame. It's a beautiful pine stand -- couldn't they at least just think about doing a 3rd row cut to thin? It made me feel sick to my stomach (or was that feeling from the turns we were doing in the air?!)
Then we drove to Hoota Woods to meet Linda and to do some work. And, I mean work! Linda and I hoed 9 large beds and two long beds. Man, was that tiring work, but gratifying. This city girl is rapidly becoming countrified!
We all went to the fruit orchard, checked the 90 trees, some flowering, others putting out some fruit, and still others with no sign of life externally, except that by the firmness of their branches, we know they are still alive. We placed orange flags by every tree so that when the tractor comes in to plough under the weeds, he won't take the trees with him. Some of the trees are just 8 inches high.
On to Jinna's florist where we bought trees and shrubs and other things. A man carefully takes cuttings from his trees and repots them and nurtures them. You can buy beautiful azaleas for next to nothing. I bought hydrangeas, and Linda bought azaleas and a banana tree.
Then we went to Linda's house where she had planted many shrubs and trees and inspected her greenhouse. No doubt Linda has a green thumb.
Finally, our day began to come to a close when we were invited to the "Skinning Shed," a local, informal hangout run by her husband. It's a collection of buildings where his dad used to have a hog farm. They have two ponds, one stocked exclusively with catfish, and the other with bass and bream.
We ended the night by sitting by the fire in our Carolina room and watching the sun set over the marsh. It was a perfect day in the country...
Yesterday we went flying -- here's a plane that took off while we were waiting outside the main office.
We flew over our property we call Hoota Woods to see how it looked from the air. Everything looked great; - the pond, the hardwood bottom, the shed, the work camper, the newly planted fruit orchard, even the prepared planting beds looked great from the air.
And, then, as we were leaving, we noticed something tragic. The pine forest next to our property is getting cut, clear cut. What a shame. It's a beautiful pine stand -- couldn't they at least just think about doing a 3rd row cut to thin? It made me feel sick to my stomach (or was that feeling from the turns we were doing in the air?!)
Then we drove to Hoota Woods to meet Linda and to do some work. And, I mean work! Linda and I hoed 9 large beds and two long beds. Man, was that tiring work, but gratifying. This city girl is rapidly becoming countrified!
We all went to the fruit orchard, checked the 90 trees, some flowering, others putting out some fruit, and still others with no sign of life externally, except that by the firmness of their branches, we know they are still alive. We placed orange flags by every tree so that when the tractor comes in to plough under the weeds, he won't take the trees with him. Some of the trees are just 8 inches high.
On to Jinna's florist where we bought trees and shrubs and other things. A man carefully takes cuttings from his trees and repots them and nurtures them. You can buy beautiful azaleas for next to nothing. I bought hydrangeas, and Linda bought azaleas and a banana tree.
Then we went to Linda's house where she had planted many shrubs and trees and inspected her greenhouse. No doubt Linda has a green thumb.
Finally, our day began to come to a close when we were invited to the "Skinning Shed," a local, informal hangout run by her husband. It's a collection of buildings where his dad used to have a hog farm. They have two ponds, one stocked exclusively with catfish, and the other with bass and bream.
We ended the night by sitting by the fire in our Carolina room and watching the sun set over the marsh. It was a perfect day in the country...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The New Leslie
I am no longer Leslie J. Evans.
I am now Leslie Evans Thorne. My new social security card came in the mail today. It’s official.
It is a strange thing to change your identity. Sure, you can say that it is simply a name change and nothing more, but that’s not how it seems to me.
The Leslie J. Evans of yesterday doesn’t exist any more. She has been replaced by Leslie Evans Thorne.
I liked the Leslie J. Evans. She was fun and she liked to have fun. She would swing dance and figure skate and go to hear classical music and swim at Bally’s gym and network and meet people and walk in the park and give church services and hang out with her friends and go to Connecticut to see her parents. She was independent, single, a career woman. Well, not really a career woman, not in the sense that she sacrificed her life for her work because she sees her “work” as an opportunity to express who she is in the world and in that sense, “work” is “play.” And, since she loves to play, she loved to work.
Who is the new Leslie Evans Thorne? I don’t know yet. She’s married to Landon, which is a dream come true, and she’s living in South Carolina in a beautiful home with lots of love and support, for all of which she is grateful. But, she knows that she is in a chryallis state, a state of becoming. What will she become? Who will she be? Time will tell…
Will she become a horseback rider? Will she become a media star with an Internet TV show? Will she ever finish her two books? Will she become a farmer? Will she become a cook? Will she fall in love with the Lowcountry and not want to leave? Who will she be inside? Will she be loving and generous and grateful and full of grace? Or could she become bitter, unhappy, sad?
The exciting thing is that if she stays fully aware and is conscious about the choices she makes in her life, she can create the Leslie Evans Thorne of her choosing and help her to become the woman she always wanted, and knew that she could, be. Fat or thin, blond or brunette, these things don’t really matter. What matters is that she is able to grow into the woman she aspires to be. And, that is her personal definition of success.
I am now Leslie Evans Thorne. My new social security card came in the mail today. It’s official.
It is a strange thing to change your identity. Sure, you can say that it is simply a name change and nothing more, but that’s not how it seems to me.
The Leslie J. Evans of yesterday doesn’t exist any more. She has been replaced by Leslie Evans Thorne.
I liked the Leslie J. Evans. She was fun and she liked to have fun. She would swing dance and figure skate and go to hear classical music and swim at Bally’s gym and network and meet people and walk in the park and give church services and hang out with her friends and go to Connecticut to see her parents. She was independent, single, a career woman. Well, not really a career woman, not in the sense that she sacrificed her life for her work because she sees her “work” as an opportunity to express who she is in the world and in that sense, “work” is “play.” And, since she loves to play, she loved to work.
Who is the new Leslie Evans Thorne? I don’t know yet. She’s married to Landon, which is a dream come true, and she’s living in South Carolina in a beautiful home with lots of love and support, for all of which she is grateful. But, she knows that she is in a chryallis state, a state of becoming. What will she become? Who will she be? Time will tell…
Will she become a horseback rider? Will she become a media star with an Internet TV show? Will she ever finish her two books? Will she become a farmer? Will she become a cook? Will she fall in love with the Lowcountry and not want to leave? Who will she be inside? Will she be loving and generous and grateful and full of grace? Or could she become bitter, unhappy, sad?
The exciting thing is that if she stays fully aware and is conscious about the choices she makes in her life, she can create the Leslie Evans Thorne of her choosing and help her to become the woman she always wanted, and knew that she could, be. Fat or thin, blond or brunette, these things don’t really matter. What matters is that she is able to grow into the woman she aspires to be. And, that is her personal definition of success.
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