A Week in Translation

*The rain is relentless.

Translation, there are mushrooms growing in my flower boxes.

*I have been heavy hearted. A sweet young man took his life this week, leaving our small town turned inside out. Very loving people in the community have shown amazing courage in coping with this loss.

Translation, I'm exhausted.

*Have I mentioned the kids are out of school?

Translation, my house is a mess the refrigerator is empty and my truck should have a taxi sign installed on the roof.

*I'm an officer for our town's business association...(wouldn't it be nice if meetings could be rained out like ball games once in a while?) This week the business association sponsored the State of the County Dinner. It went very well, we gave out canvas totes to all that attended. We also designed and printed a rack card/tourist piece in under 48 hours to have as a handout for the evening. It's beautiful.

Translation, emails to members, searched for pictures, wrote text, gathered stuff for the bags and last minute stuffing, a hectic mess.

*The evening provided a photo opportunity with the who's who of the county, a meet and greet, a brief introduction and a on stage thank you to the seventy people in attendance.

Translation, glad it's over and wish I had thought more about what to wear than the darn bags and the rack card.

*A customer/resident gave a sizable donation through me to the business association to move forward on designing and posting signs on the outskirts of our town . A very generous gift.

Translation, time to gather the troops for more meetings.

*Delegated weeding of the front of the house to my twelve year old.

Translation, I should have done it myself weeks ago.

*The Red,White and Blue bunting is up on the building for the holiday.

Translation, I can't believe it's July!

*I had a run in with a bat while using the lawn hose at the shop.
Translation, I'm a really good screamer.
I'm sure fifty other things need translating from the past week, but it's time to start working on next week....

Katharine Hepburn and a Gift

A dress...


A gift...

...Deanna continues the birthday fun with a movie star day, and who would be more fun then Katharine at a party?

Like Deanna, classics never grow old...

Happy Birthday Deanna!

As a result of blogging I have met many new and wonderful friends. Today is my friend Deanna's Birthday. She is having a Baby, Blogging, Birthday Bash. At her request I post these shots of me as a tot....( in my party best of course)This picture was taken at a birthday party on the Ms. Berlin, the ship we went to Europe on, in 1964. This was my party dress, a light blue and tiny white polka dot dress my Mom made, my sister and I had matching ones.Me and my big brother in front of a toy store in Germany the same year. I'm sure if I had known Deanna then we would have gotten her something wonderful!

Many Happy Returns of the Day Deanna!

You can visit Deanna too and wish her a Happy Birthday by going to http://www.myloveaffairwiththriftshops.blogspot.com/

Only Days Away...

With the unseasonably rainy and cool weather I thought it might be a good idea to remind everyone the Fourth of July is only days away!

I Forgot!

I know, I know, I'm suppose to post for Pink Saturday... The week got away from me, the laundry is piling up and I forgot to RSVP to Beverly, at How Sweet The Sound. Sorry. Real life happens...and even though things were hectic I had a good week.

On Tuesday I finally got around to picking up some furniture,( I had bought a week and a half earlier). I finally did some weeding in my garden( isn't it nearly July?) and opened the screen porch at the house. Surely the rain has effected my timing on things (otherwise I'm just getting old, and that can't be!) This morning I had to drive two towns over to pick up bags for the candy, because I ran out. However, I enjoyed my visit with the ladies at the wholesale store.the leather chair on the left is SOLD

This is a shot of some of the furniture I "spaced out" on picking up. Hard to believe I could forget two cool chairs, right? They are comfy too.

Too many meetings, working on some PR items for the town, the kids last days of school, a date night with Mr. HiHo, preparations for the State of the County dinner, the arrival of the Summer heat and the continuing rain, all add up to a rich and full week. My porch looks great and it's really nice to sit in the breeze. The garden looks better and the laundry can wait. Hmmm, and somehow, I think, next week's Pink Saturday will still be going strong, even though I didn't share pink this week. Have a great day and if you want to enjoy some pink fun click on the I LOVE PINK button in my side bar.

New Picture Frames

SOLD
A graduation gift, teacher gift or just the perfect thing to highlight that amazing shot you took of the kids getting off the bus the last day of school. Two different designs in an assortment of colors, more than half of them sold over the weekend, so they are going fast.

SOLD

All are priced under twenty dollars!

A Fathers Day Love Note

I started a tradition last year of posting to my Dad on Fathers Day,

please allow me to indulge myself this one day a year and break from HiHo happenings.

Dad with Whitney, Aubrey and Everett in the 90's.
Once he even rode his bicycle from Buffalo to Gardiner!

One word congers up visions of the Buffalo Yacht Club in an instant for me. The word is not sailing, commodore or even regatta, it's Dad. If he is in town, you can find him there at least once a week having lunch (with the little past commodore flag in front of his place setting). He knows everyone in the room and refers to the server by name. He was commodore in 1984, there is a wall of portrait shots of every commodore on display at the club. His is dashing, of course. When my daughter Whitney was three or four, she saw the framed photo for the first time. Her response to the picture..."this building must be really old", it still makes me smile.
Most of my tween and early teen Summers were spent at the Yacht Club.( I don't think they used the word tween then) Where Dad raced in regatta's, spent time enjoying friends,enjoyed the lake and set an example of what life can be if you pursue your dreams. He has always been passionate about things, running, art, traveling, sailing and his Doris. I reflect on sunny days at the Yacht Club where I witnessed the adults in my life happy. He has planted the seeds in me to pursue my passions and live passionately. I have not chosen the same course, but have just as much passion in my life, thanks to his living example.

Dad and Doris at the Yacht Club in the 80's

Dad, a word that congers up feelings of love and gratitude.

Happy Fathers Day, Dad!