Posts Tagged: Madison. Georgia

Attitude Matters / Fitness / Uncategorized — No Comments
26
Jan 12

Musing on attitudes at the pool. You look Marvelous.

“Hi, Andy.”

Andy is a huge Alabama fan and the last time I swam in the afternoon was the day of National Championship game.

“Congratulations,” I said. For in the South we congratulate people if “their” team wins as if they were in uniform on the field throwing the ball around.

Then I had a bit of panic.

Did Alabama win? They did win didn’t they?

I couldn’t for the life of me remember if they indeed won.

“Yes, they did,” Andrew replied. “Quite handily.”

That’s why I was at the pool. If I needed to dunk my head in water to clear the fog — I might as well get some exercise.

I got in my lane and did my workout.

The older guy to my left was smoking fast (for an older guy.) Then to my great relief I saw he was wearing huge scuba-type fins.

There were two older women to my right. They exercised up and down the lane.

I’m not by any means an extroverted swimmer, but if I’m kicking with the board and make eye contact with another pool participant, I only think it civil to smile, nod, or give some recognition that they are another human.

I swam and tried to enjoy it. Tried to squash thoughts how my shoulders will never rotate like they should on the backstroke and how my chest never seems to pop out of the water like the aqua queens.

I got done and went to the locker room.

While getting dressed, I heard the two older women come in.

And one remarked to the other, “That was Marveloouusss.” The word went on for about 10 syllables and was as rich, deep and melodic as a banana split on a July evening.

Her marvelous resonated over and over in my head. I wish I had it recorded.

I’d play it and swim in it.

She didn’t look like she was haven’t all that much more fantastical fun than me. Heck, even pokey me lapped her constantly. (Yes, I live to lap octogenarians at the Aquatics Center.)

But she was having a marrrveelllouusss time.

So am I — next time.

For it’s up to me you know.

 

 

Christmas / Life in Madison — 4 Comments
10
Dec 11

Madison, Georgia 2011 HOLIDAY PARADE. Video musing…

Wow. Christmas is taking a toll on my blogging but today was a SUPER day in Madison, G Aay.

First, was the Christmas Rush Road Race and then the Christmas Parade.

When we found our spots on the Square, my eight year old asked for the camera.

I gave it to him.

What follows is his interpretation of the parade. (He did super.)

My only addition were photos of former running partner Kim Sitzmann plugging a promised run date with me on her smartphone. After I hurt my knee (which Praise God has recovered) she moved on to younger, prettier running partners.

I WANT HER BACK.

Sit back and enjoy — small town at its best.

Waves, smiles and horse manure.

Merry Christmas, ya’ll.

South — 3 Comments
20
Nov 11

Musing on Sunday School. Laura Margaret I’ve got your back.

As child, did you go to Sunday School?

No. That’s not the right question.

Maybe the way to approach this would be to ask…as an adult, have you ever taught children’s Sunday School?

Help.

Meet Laura Margaret Burbach. I’ve blogged about her before, but one thing you might not know about this special high school senior is that she teaches the Kindergarten – Second Grade class every week at church.

 

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I taught three-year-old Sunday School class at Peachtree Road Methodist. Actually it was more like Children’s Church during the eleven o’clock service.

There I learned two things.

* If you teach, your child will then become possessed a demon vomiting pea soup. (And be the only child that has to be sent out to sit in the hall.)

* And if you continue to feed your young charges, they sit there quietly. I don’t know how many Sunday lunches I ruined by letting children stuff themselves with Cheez-Its. But I didn’t care.

 

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Today they acted up a little. But for the most part, they were just cute kids learning about Joseph and how he provided grain for the nation of Israel.

 

 

Look at this hair....love it.

 

 

Then it was time to make some Thanksgiving napkin holders.

I tried real hard to stay in the lines when coloring my Indian corn.

This was Sydney's. She was quite the perfectionist corn colorer.

 

It was taking Sydney a long time. She asked if I could help her.

I said, “No way.” I had my own napkin holders for Thanksgiving dinner to worry about. Where did she think I was? Church?

 

Working away...

 

 

 

Done.

Laura Margaret had to leave early to head to Atlanta for the Georgia Youth Assembly.

I only let go of her ankle  halfway down the hall after the sight of me sobbing and pleading “Don’t leave” was upsetting the babies in the nursery.

So with her gone, I entertained the kiddies with a rousing game of Thanksgiving charades.

They loved it.

I had them spellbound.

But the best surprise of the day was how good my son acted.

He actually said he loved having me there and wants me to come every Sunday.

I don’t think so. I think I kind of peaked today.

Thanks Laura Margaret for volunteering your time with the kids each week.

Do you teach Sunday School? What are any tips…rather than just keeping them eating?

Life in Madison / Uncategorized — 1 Comment
10
Nov 11

Musing on the Mag Ladies. The Magnolia Garden Club Invades Madison’s Le Petit Jardin.

Today the Magnolia Garden Club swooped in on Madison’s Le Petit Jardin.  

Our November meeting was held at this lovely garden nook and Rosemary, Elizabeth and I brought the vittles.

Mine's in the middle.

 

We Three SoupMakers made  butternut squash, kale with carrots and I brought chicken noodle. It was terribly hard opening up all those cans and dumping them in my Crock Pot. I suffered a nasty flesh wound on the tip of my right index finger.

We also provided sandwiches. Ham, chicken salad and I made pimento cheese. I got a little crazy and tried a new recipe with cream cheese in addition to mayonnaise.

It was unbelievably yummy. Sometimes my good luck surprises me.

Debbie, the owner, treated us to a demonstration on decorating with succulents.  Say that six times fast.

 

 

It was really lovely to be in such a perfect looking spot.

All full of holiday cheer.

 

Made mental note of this display. This is exactly how my dining table is going to look this Christmas. Without the deer. Sans the lovely balls. Well, without most of it -- but I do have a stash of magnolia leaves.

 

I wanted to take this big guy home -- but he refused to leave his mate.

 

The lovely Jules Speyer looked over the display.

 

 

The past few weeks, I've been dying to pull over and pick some cotton. But I think it's pretty much gone from the fields now.

 

 

Shelley called the meeting to order. This usually takes some threat of violence. It's a crazy, wild group.

 

Seems Ann was paying lots of attention to the program.

 

We sang the best, most forgiving mother-in-law in the world "Happy Birthday."

 

Then we adjourned for the wonderful lunch. Mary I'd be careful displaying such unbridled enthusiasm at these things -- the nominating committee is always watching. I'm thinking our next president?

 

Great fun was had by all.

If you are in town, head to Le Petit Jardin. I made note that she is getting fresh lettuce in..I need to plant more.

How do you keep your gardening interest piqued in the colder months?

Besides hanging out with the Magnolia ladies.

 

 

football / high school football / Life in Madison — No Comments
6
Nov 11

Musing on the Premier of “Cold and No Bleachers. Morgan County @Greene County.”

Okay. I didn’t take enough pictures of the defense. I didn’t take enough pictures of my daughter. I took too many pictures of Coach Huff. 

These were some of the observations by my children after watching my video repose of the Bulldogs visit to Greene County Friday night.

Morgan County won 35 – 7.

Yay.

Regarding the complaint about lack of defensive pictures, there were very small risers on visiting side because the stadium was undergoing renovations.

I shot what I could ground level.

So there are photos of Astro Turf.

No lanes on the track.

The band sitting on folding chairs.

Cheerleaders.

I guess I got a lot of Coach Huff. But I thought I was getting him and Coach Malone.

Go Figure.

Basically whatever was on the sidelines —  I got great shot of.

And then my son. It was his last regular season game for high school. EVER.

Great season Bulldogs.

Can’t wait to head to Augusta for first round of playoffs Friday night.

Are you going?

Georgia / South — 16 Comments
14
Sep 11

Musing on Plants I killed this Summer. #PPP

 

One of my favorite people and renown (in these parts) Master Gardner, Flossie Dodge asked if she could put one of these large placards in my yard.

The Morgan County Master Gardeners are having a plant sale to raise money for projects — one being a heirloom medicinal garden (funky medicine plants from last century) at Madison’s Heritage Hall.

As fellow Magnolia Garden Club member, I was thrilled to help out.

There are Master Gardeners and then there are people who should be thankful there isn’t a Department for Potted Ferns and Begonia Services.

I’ll try to identify the charred remains of the potted plants decorating my yard.

 

 

A petunia. I think.

 

 

 

No idea. I think too much water killed this. Seriously, I better poke a hole or two in bottom.

 

I think this was Flossie’s favorite.

 

A vinca.

 

No idea what this was.

 

 

To avoid any confusion after looking at these specimens, the sale is NOT AT MY HOUSE weekend after next but on Hancock Street in Madison behind the old jail.

And how did your garden grow this summer?
iPhone Photo Phun

 

 

Life in Madison — 4 Comments
9
Jul 11

Musing on Shoeless Joe.

I am at the Chick-Fil-A in Madison — hopping on their WiFi.

Had nice chat with Burns who runs the best CFA in the universe of fast food chicken spots.

My modem is still dead. My under arm wound is healing nicely since the new deoderant cap incident. I only have to change my dressing twice daily.

Yesterday, Joe and I showed up at Wal-Mart.

No shoes. (Don't look any further into the car.)

 He didn’t  have any shoes. There were no shoes in the car.
 
Confession.
 
As a first born, I am an obsessive rule follower.
 
I determined I was going to not worry about any rules saying “no shoes, no shirt, no charcoal.”
 
I learned something.
 
You can spend all day in Walmart with no shoes.
 
Not sure about no clothes.
 
Maybe we’ll try that next week.
 
 

 

Buzz Lightyear?

 

No. Buzz too baby.

 

He went with the skull and crossbones.

But we still shopped with nary a shoe. Because we could.

When I got home..this was in the front seat.

 

So his shoes were with us the whole time.

I’m glad we didn’t know.

I would have never learned the freedom of walking shoeless through Walmart.

I’m taking my sandals off right now. Burns won’t mind.

Have you ever showed up anywhere without shoes?

Without clothes?