Monday, July 23, 2012

From Flowergirl to Bride

Eighteen years ago Tiffani Romano walked down the aisle as the flowergirl at my wedding in Eastport, Maine...


and yesterday, at Broadturn Farm in Scarborough, Maine, she walked down the aisle as the bride.


The farm was a beautifully casual setting, with fields of wildflowers, a beehive and the prettiest outhouse I've ever encountered. My AT tent mates, Liz and Peg would have appreciated the elegance of this building for sure. It put our "pee shanty" and "poo loo" to shame.


To complete the rustic feel there was an outdoor sink. It was adorned with a bouquet which attracted a honeybee who decided to get a sip of water at the tap. Although it made an interesting picture, I could have done without the bee hanging around.


Tiffani and Mark held the ceremony in a beautiful small barn filled with white folding chairs, rustic beams, a wide wood plank floor and spiders, one of which attempted to crawl up the back of Tiffani's dress during the ceremony. It was my uncle John, formerly of NCIS and the Secret Service, to the rescue. He confidently rose from his seat in the third row, briskly strode to the bride, dispatched the spider with one swipe and a stomp and the wedding continued on smoothly. The reception was held just outside the barn under a white canopy at the end of a gorgeous summer day with handmade decorations, made in large part by Tiffani's sister-in-law, Meghan. There were tacos for supper and in lieu of cake, there was an assortment of gelato from The Gelato Fiasco in Brunswick. While in line for the tacos, Tell disappeared. Unknown to me, he had been eyeing one of the storebought smooth river rocks that was placed on the pile of napkins. He returned with a rock of comparable size from the driveway and quickly swapped the two, saying "I really like thith rock. I'm gonna bring it home so I I had to get one to replathe it."

Of course the nicest part of the wedding was spending time with the family that came.


Although she was exhausted and in recovery mode today, I know Aunt Suci enjoyed this special day with her family.


I made a promise to Annah that I would only post good photos of her so I was left with only this one of her hand. Sorry, Annah. On a side note about Annah, at one point several of us were engaged in a discussion about my Aunt Cheryl's tattoo and Annah proceeded to inform us that she had given some serious thought to the "what"and "where" of a tattoo. She would have the words "I love you this much" with some type of measuring line placed on her backside. That way, as she got older and her backside got bigger, the "I love you" line would just get wider. Thank you, Annah for one of my heartiest laughs of the evening.





As the sun made its way toward the horizon, Tell asked me to go with him to where the music was, so I ended the evening dancing in the barn with Atira, Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Frank. Tell joined us on the dance floor but only stood, looking at everyone else. I found out later that as he was playing outside the barn earlier, he had been asked by a little girl to come inside and dance. He brushed her off in typical Tell fashion, "No, I don't think so....I'm not much of a dancer person." Well, I'm not much of a dancer either, but it sure was a fun way to end a very nice day!
Congratulations
Tiffani and Mark Furrow!


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Friday, July 6, 2012

Cruisin'

While Jim headed north to bring Jubal back from working Week 1 of Camp Good News, Suci and I hopped in her vehicle and headed south to meet up with the Buxton crowd at Panera. I drove and once we hit 295, I wanted to engage the cruise control. I expected that the owner of the vehicle might know which buttons to push. It turns out I was wrong. Suci doesn't like cruise control and had no idea how it worked so out came the owner's manual for some study. After eight years of SUV ownership Suci learned something new and I happily cruised the rest of the way to Westbrook for our girl's night out.


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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Crescent Beach-Full Moon

It's once again beach season in the state of Maine......drive to Cape Elizabeth, kids and beach toys in tow...arrive late and bump into Annah, the Buxton Crowd's other consistently late-arriver, near the bathrooms....plant your beach chair next to Heather's only to move a half hour later because of the incoming tide....catch up on the latest happenings while snacking on refreshingly cool grapes that Aunt Suci froze for us the night before....dig your toes into the burning sand and then shock them into numbness as you wade into the Atlantic....come home without a sunburn.....watch a full moon rise.....and call it a good day.


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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Mulching

I should be tending to my neglected flower gardens but instead I mulched a bin of socks today with my Aunt Suci, who is staying with us until her apartment is ready.


Have you ever mulched a mass of unmatched socks? Turning the pile over and over looking for the elusive mate? I find it a tedious and only moderately productive exercise. We barely found the necessary amount of matches to prevent sending Jubal off to CYIA sockless. I love summer just for the fact that socks are rarely needed. While mulching I entertained with Suci with my on the spot summer rewrite of a Christmas classic......
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....We don't need to match socks, 'cause we wear our flip-flops.......It's the most wonderful t-i-m-e of the year!

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Evaluations

The first night of WWBC's VBS is complete. My three lesson times seemed to go well with some minor adjustments after the inevitable guinea pig first session. As usual I found it difficult to keep within the time constraint... There's a rumor that I'm long-winded.....preacher's daughter, must be in the blood.

While driving home, Jubal provided me with an impromptu personality assessment after a very lively conversation. I quote:
"I'm trying to imagine you as a quiet person. It's not working out."


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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Meet the Neighbors

I met a new neighbor this evening. Apparently there was a retirement party at the fire station and Andy from up the road had a bit too much to drink. While sweeping the living room just after 11, I heard the front door open. I thought everyone was already in bed so I was curious. Looking down the stairs, I saw a young man that I didn't recognize. Completely intoxicated, he was mumbling, "I'm just going to take off my shoes" as he proceeded to remove his one shoe. Yes, he was only wearing one. With my expression half confused and half amused, I stated, "Um...this isn't your house." At first I told him that he needed to go home but as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I thought to myself, "He's not going to make it home in that condition." I asked him if he could make it back by himself and he said, "No." I have to say I agreed with his assessment so I had Nolan go down and wake up Jim, who took him home safely. He was extremely apologetic and I have a feeling that one-shoe Andy will have some interesting recollections in the morning. Perhaps it's time to start locking my door at night?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Marching Through the Milestones

This past weekend we celebrated the 40th birthday of friends Jeremy Redlon.......


and Peter Paradis..........


It struck me that this 40th birthday has been a common occurrence among my friends lately. I'm thankful that God has given me so many lifelong friends that I have shared the milestones with, some even from childhood.


Wasn't it only yesterday that I celebrated Mom's 40th birthday before heading off to Australia to get engaged? Now, here I am approaching the same milestone...minus the engaged first-born, thankfully. Time is a funny thing......and 40 is no longer old.

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