Celebrating Family

For a few days around Father’s Day, all of our children and grandchildren except Lise were here to celebrate. Lise lives in Denmark and usually comes once a year at Thanksgiving. There aren’t many of us, but we make up for it with loud laughter. Nathaniel volunteered to transform fake crab into crab cakes, which we all enjoyed.

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Nathaniel, John $, John, David, Kate

On Father’s Day, I persuaded (commanded) John to pose with our daughter and her sons for an official photo.

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John had the day off from kitchen duties, so Nathaniel started the charcoal fire. He had slung his tie over his shoulder, reminding me of a mini-cape. He seems to have magical powers when he is around food.

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I took a photo of the self-proclaimed twins after they worked out the math that John and Nathaniel were now the same age. When John turned 70, he declared that he would revert to being 21 and take a year off his age with every birthday. He teased Nathaniel that when he regressed to being a toddler, Nate would have to push him around in a stroller. Before agreeing that Grandpa/Dad is now 17, the math people talked about calculating this tricky age. Word-coiner Nathaniel said they had to include “monthage” to be more exact.

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While David worked at Burger King, the rest of us went on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Son John $ guided us on a short detour to see the Lake Junaluska overlook. We were surprised that we could see part of Maggie Valley, the above-mentioned lake, the defunct Ghost Town ride, and the ski area in the valley. We see part of the ski run from the other side of the mountain when we take our morning walk.

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Nathaniel was not here for David’s birthday a couple of weeks ago. I heard him asking his brother what kind of cake he would like, and soon a deep chocolate three-layer cake was being frosted.

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Can you tell that David was very pleased by the expression on his face?

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The cake was marvelous.  We demolished half of it at one sitting.

Country Pursuits

Daughter Kate enjoyed watching the horses that board in the pasture behind our house. They were gone several months, and we are still adjusting to having them back. In preparation for our family tourist season, John bought a bag of carrots which Kate and Nathaniel put to good use. Even though light rain was falling, we stood there talking to the horses. It was a win/win situation for humans and animals.

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Someone turned and noticed the sky. I’m sure the horses wondered why we abandoned them and ran toward the house. A lovely rainbow was getting brighter by the minute, and our eyes were glued to it. My photo doesn’t do it justice, but you get the idea. Seeing rainbows is a feature that should be listed for this property, along with mountain views.

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While David worked, we planned to go to a ranger station in the national park. Son John $ came to visit with his sister, and he thought the park would be crowded. We headed for Waynesville instead. We walked the shady side of Main Street and back on the egg side (sunny side up), browsing in shops that attracted Kate. Poking around the town is something we do only with guests, so it’s a treat for us. John was the only one who bought something. In an art shop he found a book on local history about lumber and railroads out of Canton. John $ is standing in line to read it next. There will not be a stampede for that waiting line.

Back in the car, Nathaniel teased, “I’m feeling a bit peckish. Shall we go to Burger King?”

He said that because David was still at work, and all of us wanted to see him in action. Chef Nathaniel does not eat fast food and declined a burger, but we peeked at David working “back cash”. He was facing away from us, wearing headphones, using a computer screen, and accepting customers’ money. David was never aware of our being there, so I took a picture to prove it to him later.

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Never Too Old to Play with Food

Grandson David (22) and I had a rare day together when John drove to New York to pick up grandson Nathaniel. Kate, the boys’ mother, was driving herself down from New Jersey. David and I had an easy treat for dinner – pepperoni pizza. One bite, and David succumbed to temptation.

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Daughter Kate phoned around eight in the morning, and I turned my phone over to David while doing other things. They talked for HOURS. Only at the end did I find out they were chatting while she began the long trip from New Jersey. We continued the conversation on our mountain excursion, and David talked with her again the last two hours of her drive. David kept his mother company from NJ to NC, almost like an inexperienced pilot being talked down from the sky.

While we waited for the others to come, David and I explored one section of the Blue Ridge Parkway for several hours. It was a perfect day for it with lots of clouds, rain showers, and a little thunder thrown in. Bright sunshine on a cloudless day seems to wash half the character from the mountains.

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The next morning, Nathaniel (17) and Kate said I looked tired and sent me back to bed. When I got up, that dynamic duo were cooking breakfast. Kate was assistant to the chef.

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All five of us gathered to eat Nathaniel’s sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, and biscuits. It was a leisurely meal. John sent us out for half the morning walk while he cleaned the kitchen.

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We were not at our best to pose for a breakfast photo.

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After David went to work, Kate asked Nathaniel to pose for a photo to show how tall he is. I think we all felt our visit was off to a great start.

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Nathaniel is 6′ 5″, in case you were wondering.

Anniversary Week

When your marriage passes the 50 mark, you need to celebrate for at least a week. We began by going to the Pisgah Inn on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was grandson David’s first time, so we marked that by taking a selfie on the new observation deck.

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John usually takes me by my favorite waterfall on the way home, and that treat was included in the day. David has been there a number of times. He’s always game to get out and look at it with me. I took two shots of him as he explored the falls up close.

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We crossed the road to look at the falls downstream. When David squatted down on that high pillar, I took the shot and had to walk away. It gives me the willies to see anyone there, knowing a tumble from that height could be lethal. I saw son John $ sit at the same spot with his legs dangling down. It had the same effect on me.

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David and I saw our neighbors on their front porch and went over to visit for a while. Logan wanted to play Old Bunny, a card game based on the idea of Old Maid. A storm was coming up behind us, complete with thunder and lightning.

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On our actual anniversary, John didn’t complain when I took a selfie to show us at the creek.

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David was the photographer when we had breakfast at The Buttered Biscuit.  My hair was still wet.

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We tried for a more formal portrait with the balloon David bought for us. As you can see, we are not formal people.

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We split a tiny chocolate cake from the supermarket bakery, and John was off to New York to pick up grandson Nathaniel for the summer.

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Kindness of Neighbors

Neighbor Dave, at the head of the street, battles mud that washes down the mountain and clogs the pipes under his driveway. John was concerned about the pipe under ours. Recently Dave came down to look, offering his advice and the loan of his long tool. Grandson David wielded it deftly to bring out leaves and debris.

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At the other end, John shoveled mud. We have been here almost three years, and this was the first time he worked on the pipe. It’s wonderful to have neighbors who share their expertise.

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A different kind of sharing came from neighbor Bob across the street. He phoned and asked, “Do you like barbecue?”

In the light of his subsequent statement, I would paraphrase that as, “If I bring you some really special BBQ, could you possibly appreciate it as much as I do?”

Bob had no way of knowing that we are FANATICS when it comes to Southern barbecued pork. As he handed it to me, he explained that it had come from a fund-raiser for an upcoming mission trip. His friend had cooked the meat, and the sauce was from a special person, too.

He said, “We had meat left over, and I’ve been eating it. On top of that, my daughter-in-law gave me a plate of food from her food truck [a brand new venture]. I wish I could eat it all, but it is not good for me to have so much.”

I wanted to make Bob realize he had brought his precious gift to the right home. I said, “We LOVE barbecue. Once when we were house-hunting down here, we ate BBQ five or six days in a row.”

In order to commemorate Bob’s generosity, I snapped David’s photo as we were about to eat the meat. I didn’t realize the sauce seemed to have top billing here. The meat was superb, and we left the table with contented smiles on our faces.

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Aren’t our neighbors wonderful? It took a while for me to realize that Bob’s sharing was actually sacrificial giving.

Bursting with Pride

Grandson Nathaniel had stunning news today. His teacher asked him to come to the ceremony for the graduating high school seniors in the culinary arts program. He is a junior and has been willing to do anything that special teacher asked. He was totally surprised when they called his name and awarded him a medal for the Most Outstanding Student of the Year. This included a small scholarship, as well. Yes!! That’s our grandson!! You can imagine how very proud we are of him.

Being that kind of grandmother, I asked for a selfie before we hung up.

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Eggsactly

Son John $ was able to put on shoes and drive his car a week after the gout attack started. Before he left, he was preparing breakfast for himself and offered to boil extra eggs for the family. All of us love egg dishes, but I dread peeling them. After he made his breakfast sandwich, he said the peeling was a snap. He offered to demonstrate with one of the extras. It wasn’t bad, so I joined him, and we soon had them all shelled. Wait. We don’t shell eggs, do we? We peel them. If anything should be shelled, it’s an egg.

John and I have our favorites. He opts for egg salad, and I adore deviled eggs. I asked David, “Would you prefer your eggs deviled or saladed?”

Being careful of my feelings, he gently asked, “Would you mind if I had mine plain?”

That’s how we came to have six eggs three different ways. David’s was easiest, and John’s ranked next. It was good the cook opted for the fussiest.

I’m curious. Would anyone join me in shelling eggs?