40

I snapped this dimly lit photo with my phone of some flowers my family sent me on my 40th birthday and stuck it here as a marker because I intended to come back and write about my birthday. And here we are 15 days later and I haven’t done it. Somehow it seems like cheating to mark a place and not come back to it. Oh, well.

So, I turned 40. Some friends had a great party for me the weekend before. With pork BBQ, sweet tea and cupcakes. My birthday day was like any other work day. Long day of putting out fires. Except that a friend took me out to a really great dinner that night.

40 is the new 30, right?


tunes and tomes

listening to:
Red Rocks Live: Carved In Stone Vol. 3
Amy Winehouse, Back to Black

reading:
Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places, Eugene Peterson
Vanity Fair


mrs. beasley rides again


Remember Mrs. Beasley? She was one of my favorite childhood toys. Early in her life, she talked. Then I barfed on her, and when you pulled her cord, she spoke in tongues. Then she quit that, and all you get now is a whirring noise when you pull the cord.

Where the hell did Mrs. Beasley surface from, you ask? I’m just back from a 10-day road trip to Tennessee for the express purpose of retrieving some family heirlooms that were in storage. My mom’s china and silver, a couple of globes for my vintage globe collection, a rocking chair, a side table, and some other random things had been stored at a friend’s house since my dad moved to Nashville last year.

Besides the china and silver, the other item I am most proud to have is the clock that my grandfather purchased in 1927 and hung in my grandmother’s one-room schoolhouse. It hung in her classroom for most of the 47 years that she taught school. I’ll post a picture once I get it on the wall here.

Back to Mrs. Beasley…she was among the boxes of stuff I sorted through and brought back with me. You should also know that she was baptized on July 4th by my niece. I know many of you will have a problem with the fact that a) she was baptized by a female; b) that same female is only two years old; c) she was not fully immersed.

Mrs. Beasley thoroughly enjoyed her road trip to Denver, and looked out the window the entire trip. Not sure how long she will be around, but she deserves a photo shoot. And she’s currently contemplating a retirement option in Richmond, where she could live with her childhood friend, Cookie Maness.