About a year and a half ago, I wrote a post about my Memorial Day weekend. I drove to Madre’s house for that weekend and spent a lot of time with family, sighing and being happy. You can go back and read it if you like, here.
For Thanksgiving this year, I did the same thing. I spent the day with family at Madre’s house, sighing and being happy. Brother Boo came in all the way from Oklahoma City and it was just so nice to see him. Martie and Coach and family were there as was roomie, Kasi Starr. I took a lot of pictures that day. Want to see?
This is Home.
Brother Boo with his manly leaf blower.
Brother Boo with his manly leaf blower in sexy pose.
A walk in the woods.
Rifle Range in the back yard, where I learned to shoot at age 16.
Vicious attack cat, Sonic.
Madre’s favorite horse, her longtime companion, is buried here.
A creek, where we used to play.
Jam session: Boo. Man, can he play.
Jam session: Martie. She’s got a set of pipes on her.
Jam session: Poppa. Listening from a distance.
Jam session: Lucy Loo. One tired pup.
It was such a lovely day. I was so happy. I walked around in an amazed wonder at all the good stuff in my life. Family, friends, beautiful weather. (An aside here -don’t you kind of wish Tennessee could just pick a season and stick with that for a little while, like a month? I’m super happy about the sunshine but I’m getting whiplash with all the back and forth: hot! cold! hot! cold! It’s exhausting.)
There will be a part two to this. I took loads of pictures. It’s like I just discovered my camera or something . . .
Love, Jimmie 
Dec 03, 2012 @ 08:30:50
I do like this, though I can’t just click like without signing up for who knows what. Doesn’t happiness feel good? And doesn’t it make a lousy basis for fiction? I wonder why that is, why conflict is so necessary to a good story…
Dec 03, 2012 @ 09:12:09
You must have the bad to appreciate the good. It’s what I tell myself anyway.