Friday, November 28, 2014

A Snowy, Snug Thanksgiving

We awoke to a couple of inches of snow but the roads were clear and our friends from Shelton Laurel and our nephew and great-nephew from Asheville were able to join in the feasting. Our older son and his wife had made the drive from Atlanta the day before so we were ten at table. Daughter-in-law Claui had to be at the Asheville VA hospital all day --- she is is the final semester of nursing school and has a number of hours to fulfill. (She joined us late in the afternoon to enjoy some of the great food .)

Some creative table arranging was called for . . .  everyone contributed to the meal and there was an embarrassment of riches.  There was room for the cranberry-apple compote, the cranberry gelatin salad with pecans and celery, the cranberry sauce, and the cranberry salsa, the green salad, the fennel salad, the rolls and butter -- but the rest of the food had to stay in the kitchen . . .

Turkey, of course, and dressing and gravy, winter squash gratin, thin-sliced Brussels sprouts, sauteed and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese and bacon, green beans with almond slivers . . .   

I forgot to get pictures of the nibbly befores: crackers and cheeses and spreads (chopped liver, smoked salmon, pumpkin hummus!) and Bloody Mary's . . .  and after all the sparkling wine, it's  no wonder I also forgot to take a picture of Aileen's delicious pumpkin/cranberry cake with maple icing . . . and her cinnamon ice cream. 

We had no more snow but what had fallen continued to decorate our view all day. 
Our house and our hearts were overflowing on this fine Thanksgiving Day

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!

. . . and that includes all of you,


Wednesday, November 26, 2014


"But let justice roll down like waters;
 And righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. . ."
Amos 5:24

Like many, I've had the situation in Ferguson on my mind. Absent a video tape of the entire confrontation, there's probably no way of knowing the truth of what happened, no way of knowing if justice was done. 

The media has been over-flowing with stories, memes, interviews, and explanations of the judicial system, statistics of cop killers and killer cops. . . everyone has an opinion.

Here's mine. It's time for every law enforcement officer to wear a camera .

When people with toy guns, developmentally disabled people, mentally ill, or even angry people who feel they've been picked on just one time too many are shot dead, a videotape of the incident would make clear the level of the threat the officer was confronting.

I know that law enforcement people at at a huge risk. I know that they are (mostly) good guys. I know that the trope of shooting the gun out of the bad guy's hand a la westerns from my childhood isn't feasible.  But when officers aren't held to close scrutiny for the use of deadly force, perhaps they become a little overeager to defend themselves against a perceived threat.

'Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six," the sheriff's deputy conducting my concealed carry class told us, in discussing the use of deadly force.  

How much clearer that judgement would be if those twelve could watch a videotape of the incident. And perhaps this simple step would go a long way to restoring confidence in our law enforcement. . . and our justice system.  

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Twenty Five Hundred

Ay, law.  

Would you believe this is post number 2,500 of my (almost) daily blog.  I began this blog the day after Christmas in 2007.

Since then it's been a hodge-podge of . . . 


I've chronicled weddings  anniversaries and funerals . . .

 I've talked about writing, the glamorous life of an author, and an exciting moment for an author . . .

There've been walks and musings, philosophical  and grammatical . . .

And photos and Miss Birdie and any amount of random foolishness ...  

And I'm not done yet.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Life's Little Ironies

At Wendy's . . . a feller can only eat so much pizza before he needs a burger.