So Much to Tell, So Little Motivation to Type

Yeah, yeah, it's been awhile. I feel sorta bad about that. And to make it up to you, I shall overrun you with pictures galore from the last month or so.

It's that, or having to write a bunch of stuff, which may have played a role in my recent laziness.

These pictures are in no particular order. I couldn't get much lazier than I am right now.

Last of the summer vegetables from the teeny-weeny back yard:

Lettuce, spinach, chives and beet plants collected from my favorite garden center while out on a bike ride. I can't pass that place without stopping.

Flutterbug is another year older. Again.

My mom's cat enjoying the view of the bird restaurant.

Mike's been busy doing that thing he does.

Flutterbug has learned how to change a tire.

Met one of her favorite authors, a local woman who writes humorous mysteries set in the Hampton Roads area: Christy Barritt.


AND, when we were waiting last week for a reporter to arrive to interview us for an article on Victory Home, I looked out the window of Mike's office to see a woman walk by, and I turned and said, "WHO are we meeting?"

"Christy Barritt," responded our grant-writer who had set up the interview. Turns out she writes for the paper, too, and we got to spend a little more time getting to know each other. She already knows Flutterbug pretty well, thanks to the glories of Facebook.

Now, back to short, lazy comments...

Uncle Bob feeling a little back-woodsy while shopping at the Mast General Store in SC:


Auntie rocking baby grand-nephew (not to be mistaken for baby grand pi...oh brother, I need to hit the hay).

Grandma and Flutterbug.


Victory Home Thrift Store is going strong, helped by a couple of great guys who run the daily operation:

Ummm...I'm referring to the guy in blue, and one who's not in the picture, lest you be confused.

Our heading-toward-ninety-years-old volunteer busy at work:

She doesn't like having her picture taken. If she'd known I had done this, she'd have grabbed my forearm in a death grip (I kid you not) and reminded me.

My favorite Wawa treat:

A hint of this year's Christmas gifts:

A beautiful day in the Virginia mountains.

Squint and put your finger in your ear to see the hidden object in this one:

THIS was the most awesome thing we saw in the mountains:

Never go into a garden maze with a full bladder.

There you have it - 24,000 words and hardly a thing to read!

Now that you're all caught up (and Dad has hopefully figured out what Wawa is) I'll move on to the adventure of this weekend's nor'easter, and maybe write a bit about the Cat Treat Mistake of '09, and perhaps post a pic of Buddy in his new v-neck sweater (just as soon as I wash the tinkle off it - we forgot to train him how to remove it before going outside).

Such momentous and profound things shared on this blog - aren't you glad I'm back?