Category Archives: Mrs. Charm

Where are the peaches?

Posted on July 11, 2010 | Comments Off on Where are the peaches?

HEB, it seems, is only carrying East Texas peaches at the moment. Mrs. Charm, back last night from her week in California, bought some this afternoon. Huh, I said, what happened to the Hill Country crop? None in evidence, said she. Must be just around the corner, though, as the growers out there are advertising away.

Meanwhile, surfing a little while ago I learnt that I have been misinformed forever in thinking that Stonewall Jackson loved and ate lemons. Ha! Turns out it was peaches he loved. Makes sense. Never could understand the alleged lemon preference. Except that it was, I suppose, meant to show how tough and eccentric he was. Lots of good peaches out in Stonewall, his namesake town!

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Posted in Blogosphere, Civil War, Mrs. Charm, Texana

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Happy Independence Day

Posted on July 4, 2010 | Comments Off on Happy Independence Day

 

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Mr. B. and I will do it alone this year, as we drive Mrs. Charm to the airport shortly after noon to fly to California to spend a week with my sister. We’re going to buy some sparklers on the way home to do it right this year. Fortunately for me, he’s still leery of firecrackers, so I don’t have that battle.

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Moment to moment

Posted on May 16, 2010 | Comments Off on Moment to moment

Confluence of events here. Mrs. C., whose best friend is dying, was distraught last night about how the friend and others she relies on are all older than she and so she will have to face their deaths. Probably so, I said, and paraphrased Accuweather’s Joe Bastardi’s tag line (“Enjoy the weather, it’s the only weather you’ve got”) as: “Enjoy the moment, it’s the only moment you’ve got.”

Because we live in the present, always. The past is beyond retrieval and the future never arrives. Or as John Stuart Mill put it in 1874 (found in Jack McDevitt’s space opera Seeker, which I’m reading at the moment, so to speak): “The past and the future are alike shrouded for us: We neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.” What a life. The only one we’ve got.

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Roses on a rainy weekend

Posted on May 16, 2010 | Comments Off on Roses on a rainy weekend

redrose1Not our usual Rancho antiques, but reliable Knockouts, or Radrazz beauts.

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Mourning dove and chicks

Posted on April 21, 2010 | Comments Off on Mourning dove and chicks

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Mr. B.’s grandma in Fort Worth took this one of a nest on her back porch.

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Happy Birthday, Israel (and Mrs. Charm)

Posted on April 20, 2010 | Comments Off on Happy Birthday, Israel (and Mrs. Charm)

Mrs. C.’s fiftieth coincides with Israel’s sixty-second. Israel’s celebration will be noisy. Mrs. C.’s will be muted, a bit bemused, in keeping with the shock of having so many candles, a veritable blowtorch. Shhh. We have to keep this low-key.

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The Pavarotti of the Plains

Posted on April 8, 2010 | Comments Off on The Pavarotti of the Plains

TFG has a nice video clip of Big Don Walser in concert, at his yodeling best. Reminds me when he sang at a friend’s wedding and later when Mrs. Charm and I saw him at little club in South Austin. Then he was so obese that he waddled getting onto the small stage. His almost-equally obese wife sat nearby. TFG says we make too much of DW’s overweight, but he might be with us yet if he’d taken it more seriously himself.

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Posted in Library, Mrs. Charm, Rancho Roly Poly, Texana

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