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OrangeBeach01Nov13b

Sunsetinthestudio

This is my makeshift studio for two weeks. Bless my heart, right?

Speaking of shopping (not that I was, exactly, but it’s never a big leap to shopping), as I dashed through a fabric store recently, I happened to catch a glimpse of stick-on finger protectors. Bought me a package and they work so good, I’m planning to buy ’em in bulk from here on out. Not like I need a bonus, but I figure I’ll make more friends now that I don’t have to walk around with my middle finger stuck up in the air to stop the throbbing.

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Brightspot14oct12

This is how my morning started: with a bright spot Out There, waiting for me.

We watched Felix Baumgartner parachute through space. Transported me right back to those early morning space launches. Daddy woke up me and carried me to the sofa where I watched it all on a black and white tv. Today my son, Kipp, texted me to turn on the tv, and I sat on the sofa and watched it unfold, this time in living color.

Clouds14oct12

Thunderstorms are predicted for tomorrow,
and the clouds are rolling in early in preparation.
It’s quite lovely here, dark clouds or no.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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Beach

It was tired out today, so we moved slowly.

Shrimpfestival1

This evening, once it had cooled off,
we went to the Shrimp Festival.

Bottletree

Many artisans had closed by the time we got there, but I did spy one of my all-time favorite things: bottle trees. They’re an old Southern custom, brought over from Africa, I’m told. The bright colors reportedly mesmerize and beckon evil spirits who are ultimately captured and imprisoned inside the bottle, preventing them from wreaking further havoc.

LulusSign

Then it was Lulu’s for supper.

Littrees

Where the trees were so lit up it looked like Christmas in Alabama,
and the people were so lit up,
they looked like University of Alabama fans
(who had a very good day, I’m told.)

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And not a minute too soon: bedtime.

~~~~~~~~~

She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.