Swedish Pancakes

This weekend is LDS General Conference.  It occurs twice a year, on the first full weekend of April and October, when regular church meetings are not held and the leaders of the church broadcast music and talks (that's Mormon for sermons) on television, cable, the internet, and the church's satellite system (this goes to meeting houses around the world).  At these meetings (which occur at Utah time of 10-12 am and 2-4 pm Saturday and Sunday, with a Saturday night meeting for the men from 6-8 pm), information about church leadership changes, new church policies, and important news is given and there is a lot of doctrinal teachings and exhortation, usually about things we all know but should be reminded of frequently (See also, prayer, kindness, family unity, scripture study, faith, the life of Jesus, etc.) and there are great choirs that sing, especially the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

Since I spent the majority of my growing up years in Utah, General Conference was always broadcast on local television and radio, with no need to travel to a meeting house to access the meetings.  For that reason, I always got to spend Conference Weekend with my grandmother.  it was our tradition for nearly 20 years, until the demands of college life got to be too much.  We listened to each session together and discussed the messages afterward.  She had her favorite speakers and I had mine and always stood up to sing the rest hymn at midway with the choir and congregation.  When the weather was nice we would always take the radio out to the back garden (my grandmother was born in England -- we had a back yard, grandma had a back garden -- it took me years to realize they were the same thing!).  When I was younger, I would color or build jigsaw puzzles or sew or embroider while I listened; when I got older I took notes.  I loved those weekends.

We had other fun traditions that were a part of Conference Weekend.  On Saturdays between sessions we walked or took the bus (grandma didn't drive) to the Wonder Bread Bakery Outlet store and the Salvation Army Thrift Store to shop (grandma did not live in the nicest part of town -- it used to be those were the only places anywhere near her).  We baked cookies in the afternoons or made other desserts in her old wood-fired stove (her primary means of cooking).  And Sunday morning was always Swedish Pancakes.  We would sit at her tiny old table, in front of her tiny old television with the sound coming from the old radio (if you got picture on the tv, you usually had static on the audio).  I would mix the ingredients in her old aluminum bowls while sitting on the red stool.  She would slump against the green stool and supervise, until it came time to pour them in her tiny electric skillet.  She managed to get them spread just thin enough and we usually cooked at least a dozen.  We ate them with brown sugar and lemon juice sprinkled on them, although occasionally we considered putting homemade jam on them (never did, but we talked about it).

Conference Weekends at Grandmas are some of my best memories from my childhood.  The morning session here won't start until noon local time, but I just might dig out her recipe and whip up a batch of Swedish Pancakes this morning.  Or I might not need to, since I can taste them right now and if I close my eyes I will be back in that kitchen with her again.

Irrepressible and Irreplaceable

I was talking yesterday with my friends Melydia and Ruby about how people may not be indispensable but are always irreplaceable.  This morning I thought about how appropriate that conversation had been, since today is the 10th anniversary of the day my Dad died.  Talk about irreplaceable -- there is definitely still a Dad-shaped hole in my heart, although I have grown used to his absence.

I have always said that Dad was one of those unforgettable characters and no one who knew him would disagree, whatever their personal feelings about him.  Certainly everyone always agreed he was a character.  So what, exactly, made him irreplaceable:

1. He was crazy.  Or silly.  However you put it, he was not your normal fellow.  Nonsense was his stock in trade.
2. He had a sense of adventure.  Whatever I have in me that is interested in exploring the unknown comes from him -- he never met a road he wouldn't explore.
3. He adored his children, although he didn't always understand them or communicate well with them.
4. He took his assigned jobs very seriously -- definitely he instilled a strong work-ethic in his children.
5. He saw the value in others -- most of the "life lesson" lectures I remember being repeated the most were to do with acknowledging that value.

Some of the things I remember him doing that illustrate this:

He read Nancy Drew Mysteries.  It was part of his way of being involved in my life when I was in elementary, reading every book I brought home from the library to read on my own.  He had his favorite Nancy Drew stories, too, and wasn't shy about saying "feel free to check that one out again, it was good."
He loved little children and they loved him, in part because he was willing to be silly and to pay attention to them.  The kids from down the street would come to the house and ring the doorbell and ask if he could come out and play, because he was willing to push them on the swings or just watch them dance on our lawn or ride their bicycles.
He went out of his way to acknowledge good customer service when he received it, usually in writing, presenting a copy to the manager or supervisor and to the individual, to be sure that it had maximum effect.
He believed there was no excuse for missing a month of his home teaching -- even if it meant tracking his families down at their place of work to check in on them.  He felt that he was responsible for making sure that his assigned families were acknowledged and visited and the times he was unable to visit even one family in a given month irritated him for years afterward.
He taught his children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren to play the piano -- sort of.  Dad could not play the piano or read music, but that didn't slow him down.  From a few months old to about 4, each child would at some point end up on his lap at the dinner table, chubby little hands in his, fingers splayed out, doing a Ferrante and Teicher imitation, racing up and down the "keyboard", while he sang "Born Free."  He loved Ferrante and Teicher and he loved that song, so it was always that rendition and no other that he taught.  It was his trademark.

Probably the one thing I remember most is that he was almost always singing unless he was in a really bad mood.  I will likely never know how many of the songs he sang were ones he made up, which were ones where he made up only some of the lyrics, and which were just bizarre songs from his youth.  But whenever I catch myself singing nonsense songs to my cat, I think how much it is like what Dad would have done.  Sometimes that makes me miss him less -- sometimes that makes me miss him more.

He was definitely irreplaceable.

101 Things Update

I am really quite awful about posting regularly, but I will be trying to be better.  On my last day of 41, it seemed like a good idea to update myself as much as anyone else on what I have managed to accomplish goal-wise from my 101 Things in 1001 Days.  Melydia and Kate K both have separate blogs where they track goals as they are completed, but since I have proven that this is not my natural creative medium, I will stick to a single blog.

Goals Accomplished {thunderous applause from the crowd -- or at least a yawn from the cat}

1. Take a photo a day for one month -- completed March 2013.  This was fun but also something of a stretch, because some days I had to create something I wanted to photograph.  If you want to see the results, try this link
2. Pay off private student loan -- completed December 2012.  This was my "cheat" goal, because I knew I only had one payment left before I set the goal -- but I had been aiming for having it paid off in 2012 all along and working towards that all year.
3. Visit/photo/snarf Pittsburgh -- completed August 2013.  Big thanks to my good friend Arif who chose to get married in his home town and was kind enough to invite me to the wedding.  I loved this city and had a blast there and plan to return one of these days.
4. Get a mani-pedi -- completed February 2013.  My Valentine's gift to myself.  It was nice enough that I went again with a friend in July and got another.
5. Change banks/redo automatic deposits and withdrawals -- completed July 2013.  I started working on this goal in January 2013 by opening a new bank account.  Slowly changed over deposits and withdrawals and finally closed out the Chase account in July.
6. Make an A to Z list of world travel goals -- completed March 2013.  That was done in an earlier post here.
7. Take a tour of the Capitol -- completed February 2013.  Done with my friends Nanette and Shaun and Gehrig as part of a CLE (continuing legal education) weekend that Nanette attended with me.
8. Replace the truck with a more passenger-friendly vehicle -- completed August 2013.  Have had my new 2013 Honda Fit (Regina/"Reggie") for 3 weeks today.  Drove her to Pittsburgh.  Have had as many as 3 passengers at once.  Lovin' it!
9. Do a "Clinton and Stacey" on entire current wardrobe -- completed May 2013.  I started this project in January and dragged it out through May, but managed to purge a lot of things that no longer fit or I no longer wore.
10. Transition at least 50 books from non-BC to wild releasable -- completed March 2013.  I scoured my shelves prior to the BCinDC book giveaway at My Child's Closet in Leesburg and came up with 65 books that were then registered and wild released there and at Kensington and at Gaithersburg.  I have moved a few more since, but I stopped counting.
11. Renew passport -- completed March 2013.  This was a definite must, since the passport expired prior to my trip to Europe this spring.
12. Attend BC Convention in Sweden -- completed April 2013.  This was what I needed the passport for.  Cori and I went and had a fabulous time at convention and spent an enjoyable week after that in Amsterdam.
13. Visit/photo/snarf Rock Creek Cemetery -- completed July 2013.  KateKintail and I managed to get together and explore this local site on July 4.  We had a great time and the mosquitoes had a great feast on my legs in the shorts I decided to wear.
14. Upgrade to a DSLR camera -- completed April 2013.  I bought a new camera before my trip to Europe.  Good thing I have attending some photography classes on my list, because I clearly need a lot of practice using it.  More than half of the photos I took with the new camera didn't come out that great -- luckily I took my digital point-and-shoot as well.

Goals In Progress {hushed anticipation for their completion}

1. Wild release 101 books every year besides those at Gaithersburg/Kensington festivals.  -- 2012 completed.  2013 will be completed tomorrow with the 40+ books I plan to release at the National Zoo with the BCinDC crowd for You're Such an Animal Month.  Will have to start counting again in 2014 and 2015.
2. Read all "found" books received prior to 9/1/2012.  -- As of my birthday 2012, I had 57 books on my shelf that had come from other BookCrossers.  To date I have read 25 of them and am in the middle of #26.  Not quite half.
3. Take 3 photography courses. --  I have signed up for an on-line course that will start next month and have talked to my friend Helen, a food blogger, about a private tutorial in still-life photography because she does a beautiful job on her website.
4. Adjust investments for Deferred Compensation for most comfortable ROI.  -- Investments have been adjusted.  Come year-end I will compare the ROI and see if I am satisfied with the results.
5. Record at least 25 memories.  -- That I am doing on this site and I think so far I have managed 2.  Have a few more ideas I need to work on in the next month or so.
6. Take lunch to work at least once a week for 6 weeks. -- Next week will be week 6 of my new improved eating plan and since I just got another delivery from NutriSystem, I will be taking my lunch to work almost every day for another 6 weeks.  Don't know that I have saved any money so far, given that I am doing NutriSystem, but I have lost a little weight.  And I have been hungry.
7. Make at least 5 whimsy jars.  -- Okay, true confessions.  What I was picturing as whimsy jars and what the web keeps showing to me as whimsy jars are not the same.  I am going with my idea, since this is my goal.  I have "ingredients" for 4, but I have encountered a problem with assembly and I need to get some advice about it.
8. Do a Gratitude Photo Project. -- So far, I have gotten as far as figuring out what I want the project to look like and outlining the photos I need to assemble and/or take.  Need to get back to work on that one.
9. Develop a budget.  -- I would say this is 90% complete.  Budget has been drawn up.  Just need to actually follow it for long enough to make sure it is workable.
10. Bring total of Markeroni snarfs to at least 1001.  -- At this very and exact moment, my total is 710.  Once I add in my snarfs from Pittsburgh, some from recent excursions locally, and definitely Antietam from the Second Not-so-annual Great Easter Weekend Snarfari, I will definitely be solidly in quadruple digits.
11. Take a yoga class, at least 6 weeks worth. -- So far, my attendance at yoga has been spotty, but I have gone to a few classes, enough to know that I enjoy it and want to keep going and to know what level of class works best for me.  Have found another class starting soon in my area and plan to attend -- it is a 15 week class, so as long as the first one doesn't kill me, I should be able to cross this goal off in December.
12. Join Kiva and make at least 1 loan per year.  -- Joined Kiva earlier this year and have made 5 loans to date.
13. Save at least $1 per day for travel fun.  -- I decided to do this in increments, so I have made 2 $100 deposits in my travel savings account so far.
14. Give blood 4 times per year.  -- Have managed it once so far this year and will make another attempt this weekend (the last 3 times I went my iron was too low, so I started an iron supplement).

Okay, so I have a lot more work to do.  But there are also a couple things on my radar screen for this weekend, like reading a Shakespeare play and attending a performance at the Kennedy Center, and I hope to start my poem-a-day month tomorrow.

On the Road Again with Dad

Fair Warning: What follows is bound to be long, but then I've been a long time in putting it together.

As mentioned earlier, my father was a bit of a gypsy soul, which is not really surprising.  His early years involved a lot of to-ing and fro-ing between his father and step-mother in California, his mother and her parents in Utah, and more than one foster home and orphanage -- one summer even the county jail.  His mother came to the US from England as a young girl and always loved to travel.  His father had run away from home at a young age and joined the circus (yes, really) and spent a lot of his later years travelling around the world doing work for his church.  Dad loved the open road and he came by it quite naturally.

When my dad married my mom in 1967, he probably knew he was destined for a lot of road trips in his future.  My parents married in Utah and lived there until late in 1973.  My mother, though, is from Southern Alberta in Canada, which is where we lived from 1973 to 1978.  Between these two places runs Interstate 15 (at least as far as the northern Montana border) and a couple of fairly straight highways on the Canadian side.  My parents first made that drive just a couple of weeks after they married and they drove it regularly until my grandmother died in 1984 or so.  I often tell people I grew up on that road.

Let me take a moment to make it clear that I grew up in the good old days, where you had to learn to entertain yourself and appreciate the scenery.  I didn't realize how old-fashioned that was until 2000 when I made that trip with my parents and my little brother and his family, who traveled in their own car.  My nieces and nephew spent the entire trip watching television or playing video games -- they missed so much!  When I was growing up, there were many acceptable ways of amusing oneself (alas, fighting with siblings was considered unacceptable and brought on the threat of "Don't make me stop this car!") -- including counting cows, counting tumbleweeds, counting train cars, counting up-n-downs (the term my little brothers and I had for the oil pumps that used to dot northern Montana and southern Alberta).  We collected state and provincial license plates and played the alphabet game.  We read road signs, although we never stopped at historical markers (a whole nother opera, as the Russians say).  We played Beavers and Buffaloes (a game I always believed my father invented and have no wish to be disillusioned about) -- a Beaver being a VW Beetle and a Buffalo being a VW Bus.  Beaver = 1 point, Buffalo = 5 points, point values double for red ones.  The point is, we looked out the windows.

Dad and I could drive Mom crazy with our own game of U-Turn/U-Haul.  When one of us would spot a No U-Turn sign or a U-Haul truck, the dialogue began, "Dad, U-Haul!"  "No, I don't want to haul, U-Haul."  "No way, I did it last time, U-Haul." ad nauseum, until Mom threatened to murder us both.  Then we would be quite for as long as 50 miles.  The cars we had when I was a kid definitely had radios (I distinctly remember driving our Chevy to the local pool/ice rink while Don McLean was driving his to the levee) but radio stations on the open road were hard to come by, and we didn't all agree on musical styles, so we just made our own background noise.  On occasion we might try singing, but usually only when Mom was asleep (it kept her from getting motion-sick), so that got shut down pretty quickly.  So we learned to watch the miles go by and to know where and when the next rest stop would be or the motel or the picnic grounds or the gas stations.  We usually went to the same places every time -- both on the way there and on the way home.

Okay, so I have peeked at my notes about what else I wanted to say and it would double or even triple the size of this entry.  Perhaps I will do installments, because I am too tired to do it tonight.  Stay tuned for more adventures to come.

Sir Leonardo

Father's Day is fast approaching and once again I think about my Dad.  Not that I need any specific reminder, but the reminders tend to be a little sharper after the passage of time -- and it is nearly 10 years since Dad died.

Who was my father?  That is not a simple question nor does it have a clear-cut answer.  My father was not one person, he was many people.  I often think of that Reader's Digest segment entitled "My Most Unforgettable Character" -- Dad was several of my most unforgettable characters and I think he was pretty unforgettable for a lot of people who knew him.  He had several moods, many of them -- er -- eccentric?  silly? unusual?  And he was able to change and grow over time in his life, even when you thought he never would.

Most people who know me would comment on the fact that I am -- a few fries short of a Happy Meal? a trifle cracked?  strange?  my elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor?  All of these fit -- and all are descriptions of my father that he was happy to embrace.    I think there were a lot of people who never knew if he was serious or joking/sarcastic/ironic/facetious -- because he could be so crazy with such a straight face.  There have been times I wondered if his difficult and painful upbringing led him to hide behind a mask, but most of the time I think, "No, he was just able to embrace the silly more easily than most people."

He used to tell stories about his early life that were perhaps not one hundred percent factual.  When my foreign exchange student sister Mayuko, who was blind, was trying to study her history book, having it read aloud to her, he tended to interject and correct errors.  The real story was that his old buddy Chris Columbus discovered America because he couldn't stand paella in Spain, was tired of Italian food, and was craving a McDonald's hamburger.  He always insisted he was older than dirt and just one second younger than air.  He would tell people he was aging backwards, that he had started at 300 or 3000 and was only now in his fifties or sixties.  I think some of his grandchildren believed him.  His historic persona was "Sir Leonardo DaVinci, the 13th, at your service."

Dad loved to drive -- from the time he learned as a teenager and raced at break-neck speed from place to place, to his early marriage to my mother when they would travel from Northern Utah to Southern Alberta for the weekend to visit her family, to his time driving a semi-truck when I was 12.  In fact, we knew his health had gotten bad when he no longer wanted to drive.  I grew up on the road with Dad, whether it was Sunday drives, running errands, or trips to and from Canada.  On local drives, he was James the Chauffeur and liked to do things with a flourish.  Or the Lone Stranger at the reins of his horse Paint ("Hi Ho, Paint -- Let's get where we ain't!").  Or an explorer, "Where did that road come from?  Where does it go?"

If we were going to the airport or from the airport, he was the Chief Pilot and occasionally Head Stewardess (not steward, stewardess) of Ruggle-Duggle Airlines.  Ruggle-Duggle Airlines only flew round-trip, non-stop -- if you wished to get off somewhere other than the place you got on (what to any other airline would be your "destination"), you were advised to bring your own parachute.  And if you wanted a place to sit, flights in Coach (and there was no First or Business Class on RDA), that was strictly BYOC -- Bring Your Own Chair.  If you were nice and the pilot was in the mood, in-flight entertainment would be provided in the form of the pilot passing around photos from his last vacation or (on a really good day) showing slides.  All of these things, plus the latest innovations added to the plane (actually a station wagon or van) would be explained only en route in his best annoying voice -- somewhere between a New Jersey accent and Edward G. Robinson.  When coming in for a landing, passengers were advised to "Drag your feet!  Throw out the anchor!"

Road trips with Dad are a whole 'nother story -- but more about that next time.

For the Record

One of the things that my friends and family have been urging me to do more of in the last few years is write.  One of the goals I set for myself as part of the 101 things in 1001 days project was to record 25 memories.  It seems to me that if I am going to record those memories, this is the logical place to put them.  My mother has also been trying to get all of us kids (8 of us -- of which I am, indeed, 6th) to record more memories of our father, since he always meant to put together his life history and never did.  Dad died in September of 2003.  And this weekend is Father's Day, which makes it a perfect time to dig out a few memories.

HOWEVER, several years back I went to law school -- an educational experience that permanently re-arranges your thinking and hardwires your brain for "CYA" and "make no firm commitments about things beyond your control -- which is everything."  So I cannot embark on any recording of memories without a Disclaimer -- it might cost me my bar membership.  So what follows is both an explanation and an apology, if one is needed, for any of the memories that I post in the future, especially childhood memories:

Every child has a unique set of parents -- even if that child has an identical twin.  This is so because each person sees the world differently and has a different personality and interacts differently with each parent.  Sibling rivalries, inherited tendencies, quirks of memory, and the passage of time coupled with experience means that each child's "Life with Father"/"Life with Mother" would be unique, even from others who grew up in the same family unit.  The mere presence of a sibling, as both a rival for a parent's attention and affection, as well as a companion and co-conspirator against the world, shapes each individual uniquely.  Therefore, each child (and possibly each parent) would be quite likely to find something in everyone else's memories to dispute or correct.

In simple English -- if I recount my memories of my childhood, they are just that, MINE.  They may not be completely accurate to how things actually happened and they almost surely will not gel with at least one of my sibling's recollections of what really happened.  But they did not live my life inside my head and heart, with all of my quirks and eccentricities and perspectives on life.  They are free to see and remember things differently and should respect my right to do the same.

Must post more, or so I'm told

Actually, I always mean to post, but I never have ideas when I am home and I can't do it from work (go figure -- they'd rather I do what they pay me for) which is where I do have the ideas.  It occurred to me yesterday, though, that I could do a couple of things that would resolve that issue -- like send myself e-mail from work when I have an idea so that it will be available to me for composing.

Now, one of the little things I do every day when I first get to work is look at a website or two featuring cute critters.  It allows me to start the day on a positive note.  Plus, studies have shown that if you look at cute baby animals, you instinctively want to protect them, and that makes you more careful in everything you do.  Being careful is important in my work, so I figure it is helpful.

And because I am a somewhat social critter myself, I tend to get a charge out of sharing fun things with others.  As a result, I have gotten into the habit of sending several of my friends at work e-mails featuring the photos of baby animals at least once a week.  On Friday I decided to do something a little different.  I thought I would share it here.  I call it "Mama's Boy -- A Story in Pictures".

[Oh, and to give credit where it is due, most of these photos came from with a couple from]

Here you go:

Mom, can I go play with the guys?


Have you finished all of your chores?


Okay, then, give me a kiss and go play – and try to stay out of trouble!

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Guys, Mom said I could play with you – wait up!

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Wait a minute, what are you doing back so soon?  I thought you were going to play with the guys!
Sorry, Mom, I forgot my baseball mitt.

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Stop shoving so much – it’s my turn, you know!


I wanna play too!


Hey – just because I’m white and fluffy and can fly, you can’t always make me be the substitute baseball!

C cu

Ah, quit your whining!  You’re just a mama’s boy!


Mom, they were picking on me again – I don’t want to play anymore!

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I’m sorry the guys were mean to you, son!  There’s nothing wrong with being a mama’s boy

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Crossing off a few more things

I have survived my trip to Europe and the 2013 BC Convention, so I can cross a couple more things off my to-do list.  Amsterdam was an adventure and definitely a step outside my comfort zone, much more so than I was was expecting.

Glad to be home and hanging with the kitten again.  She has managed to make a statement about disowning me for my absence -- she has managed to escape from her collar and I have yet to locate it.  She is enjoying being able to sneak up on me, but I worry that she is not street legal without her tags.

Today will be an attempt to remember what real sleep in a real bed is like.  I have been awake for nearly 48 hours, with a few brief naps here and there on the plane and when I got home.  Also some bonding with a needy furry friend, whose ears and chin have not been scratched in eons. 
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Working on the List

One of the 101 Goals I made was kind of strange, at least for me, but went along with figuring out what I want to do with my life: Make an A to Z list of travel goals.

This was both easier and harder than I thought -- not an awful lot of places starting with X or Q, even fewer that I am interested in visiting.  R or S on the other hand . . .  I finally made a double list, one that was largely cities/regions/specific attractions vs. one that was largely countries or, failing that, larger areas.  Some were ones where I would definitely like to travel, and some, by default, are "most interesting place I can think of that starts with this letter."  One rule I made was that it had to be places I have not been -- no cheating and naming places I've already seen, since those are not goals but memories.  Below is what I came up with

Amsterdam               Australia
Boston                      Botswana
Christchurch             Costa Rica
Drumheller                Denmark
Everglades                England
Fez                            Fiji
Glasgow                    Grand Canyon
Havana                      Hebrides
Iguazu Falls               Iceland
Juneau                      Jamaica
Kyoto                        Korea
Loire Valley               Liechtenstein
Maine                        Malta
Nashville                    New Zealand
Ottawa                       Oahu
Prague                       Portugal
Quantico                    Quebec
Rome                         Russia
San Diego                  Spain
Trans-Siberian RR     Thailand
Upstate New York       Umbria
Venice                        Virgin Islands
Williamsburg               Wales
Xian                            Xanten
Yerevan                      Yucatan Peninsula
Zanzibar                      Zambia

One of my other goals was to do a gratitude photo project and I was sitting there wondering how to even go about that.  Having just done an A to Z list, I decided to start with an A to Z list of things I am most thankful for.  As you might expect, some of these are fudged a bit to fit the letter, but I am content with the list.  Now to start putting together the project itself.

Animals; Books; Colors; Darkness & Light; Eyes; Family; Great Architecture; Home; Imagination; Joy; Kitty cat; Love; Music; New Experiences; Our Modern Amenities; Pretty Flowers; Quilts; Religion; School; Travel; Unusual Things; Very Good Friends; Water; Xmas (apologies to my mother, who believed it should never be spelled that way!); Yummy Food; Zippy Cars.

Yippee -- Joining the Saturday PhotoHunt

One of my friends participates in the Saturday PhotoHunt and posts photos on her LJ account. I have been looking at the site every Saturday for a long time and saying I would love to participate, but I don't have a blog to post on.

Now I have a blog. Problem solved.

This week's theme is FLOW (there's a different theme every week and you try to find something in your own photo collection that fits that theme to post).  Classic choice for this theme is, of course, a waterfall.  Shot this one in Ireland on our Ring of Kerry tour.