lifeasiseeit

the beach

2008-07-30T12:00:00.005-05:00

I don't know if there are blogging rules pertaining to timing or not, but this post is about something that happened a couple of weeks ago and not something current. I hope I'm not breaking any blogging conventions.

I won't go into the story behind our beach trip, but suffice it to say, this trip meant more to my siblings and I (and our brother-in-law, Stew) than just a nice getaway. This trip was several years in the making and was meant to be a healing time. It was just that, as we all stepped back in time a bit and let the child in us float to the surface. We played in the surf, we hunted for shells, we sat in our beach chairs for countless hours, we sometimes drank our coffee in the early morning with our toes in the surf and the breeze in our faces, and we moved amongst each other, sometimes staying close to each other and relishing the unspoken bonds and sometimes retreating to our own space where we each looked within ourselves to see what was left- what was too damaged to save, what might be salvaged, and what seeds there were for growing something new.

We ate too much, slept often, laughed a lot, got sunburned (we're Irish/Scottish for gosh sakes) but not too bad, had a close encounter with a roving gaggle? of raccoons (actually he was quite polite and seemed hurt when we shooed him off our 2nd floor balcony), and after 8 days, realized we wanted to stay a lot longer.

Big Band at Centennial Park

2008-07-26T23:20:00.008-05:00

The sibs and I were looking for something different (and cheap) to do, so we ventured out to Centennial Park for the Big Band concert.

I can't convey to you the enormous amount of disdain I held for the radio station WAMB when I was growing up, but now, of course, I, and my sibs, are relishing all things that were my parents- and this music was definitely . . . my parents.

Now, not only is this event held every Saturday night from Spring to Fall, it has been going on for 25 years! There were several hundred people of all ages present and I couldn't help but take some photos.

There were the cute little girls and the cute not-so-little girls.

This last photo was just sitting the camera on a bench and pointing it blindly toward the pavillion, but I like it nonetheless.

Peace . . .

a separate peace

2008-07-26T17:25:00.003-05:00

"A Separate Peace" just happens to be the book I am reading. I have a copy of it someplace, probably my storage unit (along with lord knows what else), but I picked up another copy of it at McKay's on Charlotte for $1.50.
The theme of war and a loss of innocence seemed relevant at this time, but it also makes me think of my father who left Father Ryan (a Catholic high school here in Nashville- My Dad, my 3 brothers and I all attended) to join the Navy during World War II.
Anyway, that's my first post- not very poetic or profound, but oh well.