Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
No electricity at the Carter household last night, so we headed to Mimi and Papa's to watch the UK-Florida game. I hung in there until right after P Pat got hurt... and then I just couldn't take it. So, we loaded up and headed home. I wouldn't even turn on the radio. I knew Nick (who was spending the night at Marisa's because they just HAVE to be together when they watch their CATS) was going to be in a foul mood when he arrived home in the morning. I went to bed not knowing exactly how bad we got beat. :) When Marisa and Nick came in this morning, Nick seemed okay, and I was puzzled, but decided not to bring it up.
Finally, I said, "How much did we lose by?"
Marisa looked at me funny and said, " How much did WHO lose by?"
"OH my goodness, did you not SEE IT?"
Oh ME of little faith! By the way... BLUE is still my favorite color!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
This is Mr. Ron Smalley. I met him yesterday at Nick's basketball game at Severns Valley. As Mr. Smalley slowly passed by our seats, it was evident that his health had been compromised in some way. Mama asked him if he'd had surgery, and the woman with him said that he had injured his carotid artery in Iraq, and as a result, had suffered two strokes. I explained that I was a photographer, and asked if I could take his picture. When I was finished, I sat back down and did a little eavesdropping. He was there to coach the next game, and he was helping some of his players memorize the Bible verse they were to recite before the game. I wish I'd known his story as he passed by me. I would have stood up. Thank you, Mr. Smalley - for all you've given, and all you continue to give. How ironic that your last name would be Smalley. You are anything but small.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
This is my grandmother, Mama Lucy. It was in her attic that I spent many childhood Sunday afternoons. She's been in Heaven for more than 15 years now, but I can still smell her kitchen, taste her (turkey and) dressing, hear her reading Uncle Remus stories with a piece of peppermint in her mouth, and see her nod approvingly, eyes closed, while she listened to her oldest grandchild play something pleasing on the piano. We shared a love for music, family, poetry, affection, humor, animals, and tenderness. I'm so grateful to have had the honor of being her grandchild. She was- she IS- my treasure.