So, this has been a long time coming. And it was a big miss this weekend when my
dad scribe did not take the opportunity to write the blog about family traditions since all his sisters and their dudes were here for a concert at Ravinia – which in a way has turned into one of their family traditions. I of course was on my bestest behavior the entire weekend even when Sammy was misbehaving. My aunt K and uncle S came in on Friday and they left us alone while they dined at Bluegrass. Saturday the other two sisters and A and G came in – that afternoon was all spent getting everything together for going to the show which includes a lot of food, blankets, tarps (it had been raining), chairs and etc. Us dogs once again were giving our assistance in the preparatory activities…totally being cool and only jumping in when an extra paw was needed. So, in short, I get why there was no time for blogging. However, the next morning, everyone was kind of just lounging around the front and back yards. Aside from a HUGE breakfast my mother threw together (and we sat and provided everyone the space they needed to enjoy their meal out at the picnic table) they did NOTHING all morning. Seemed like a perfect time for writing the Family Tradition (FT) blog…but no. They packed up their cars around noon and took off with my parents in tow. Thankfully, those two returned after an hour or two – hard to keep track of time during such a busy weekend – but rather than getting to work on the blog they laid down on the couch and fell asleep. Granted, I am always – well almost always – ready for a nap (especially when it is raining) but I had just woken up from my nap with Sam while they were out and the next best thing to sleeping when it is raining is writing. Boy were my juices flowing and my ideas and creativity bursting in beautiful, colorful arrays of words and imagery. But alas, their snoring quickly put to rest any chance I had of getting my ideas on paper, so I just crossed my black painted toe nails and prayed I could remember what I wanted to say in this post. And listened to the pouring rain and bent my head in…zzz…So, without further ado, I will begin testing my powers of recollection. Ready?
Montana and Tempi “gardening”
OK folks. We started this on Tuesday (or maybe Wednesday) and today it is Sunday. Once again the old guy lost his focus and my storytelling was cut short. The worst part about this delay in getting Family Traditions published is that so many other fascinating things have gone on in my life since. Hopefully, I will be able to entertain you with these stories before long but I have come to realize that when it comes to this particular topic, I better strike quick – while the ol’ ion is hot (I am assuming this adage has something to do with radioactivity but not sure why you’d want to strike it). So, rather than regaling my readers with little stories of each of the following photo montages, I will proceed with a simple caption. IF, in time, I can capture my scribes attention long enough, I might provide a few amusing antidotes around the different sequences…
Dining Al Fresco:
In the Elephant with Sammy:
Hotels (dad swears he has a great video of Montana jumping from bed to bed but his cataloging of photo skills lacks a bit)
Hurt Foot (aka – child abuse)
Fourth of July in grandfathers rocking chair in NM (shhhhh don’t let him know we were up there – we made sure we wiped up any fur that may have gotten on the chair 😉 )
In the garden with Sam:
Saying goodbye to grandmother and grandfather:
(or maybe it was hello?)
This is a time honored tradition (just look at how the old guy – in the case Sammy – looks!):
The Snows of New Mexico:
And more snow:
Couches (maybe humankind’s best invention)
Peanut butter (a close second). And by the way, note to parents, there is a message in the number of occurrences that each dog showed up in this sequence despite the fact that the photographic history actually has more instances of Mooner with PB jars)…
Sitting on the porch looking northeast-ish. There are pics of Sam on the porch too but he tends not to look out this way. Unfortunately, Banshee never got to sit on the porch but she was there when it was an actual pine forest. I guess the take home here is enjoy what you’ve got! (?!?!)
(note: Sammy doesn’t have the feminine figure Montana and I share – despite what the vet says about my current 58.2 lbs of dog power!)
Helping with fall leaf clean up:
(note: there are only two pics of Montana and none of Sammy. SO, who is the bigger helper! THE TEMPEST!!!!)
Taking a break (dad is the best at this 🙂 ):
And when he is not sleeping or taking a break, Sammy has been known to drink on the job…dad, does that remind you of anyone? And I don’t mean all the Coke Zero’s you currently drink :). BTW – you might want to kick that habit as the powers that be at Coke headquarters just decided you’ll be cut off (see top story at the below link):
Looking into the never ending pit (or the well house):
The seat wall arbor (which I assume is like Ann Arbor only smaller):
Water art (Montana – left; Tempest – right). Mooner had a certain flair that I am trying to adapt into my own work but I am also trying to incorporate my natural surroundings, eg – pigs, bones, water bowl pieces, fire pit…)
Sharing a blanket with our big brother…something we both enjoy(ed)!
Shredded dog bed. Well that was Montana’s work (for proof see: https://montanamomentstrn.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/scarneckia/), I certainly wouldn’t do anything like that! I am a princess so unless there was a pea under my bed I would rest peacefully.
Looking under the fence…and boy does Sam and Banshee look like pups in that pic (bottom left)!
Speaking of under, what kind of dog would we be if we didn’t spend some time under the dogwoods?
And, although we naturally have awesome tongues, who doesn’t like to exaggerate now and again?
…but seriously dad, pulling our tongues, even if they are fake is a pretty nasty thing to do!
Then there is our theater style seating…
…which reminds me, isn’t there a new episode of Game of Thrones tonight?!!?