You’d think I would have known better than allow the orples to come along to the river. Now, I can’t go anywhere without them wanting to tag along. It appears they had stowed away on my Staunton trip. Evidently, while I was peeping in store windows, the orples were too. Olivia loves to read. She’s found a storefront that has really captured her attention. Look at all the stuff there is to read in that window! This might take awhile!
I was going to post this set of shots earlier, but the orples were bugging me, and then they got hung up in some tree roots trying to cross the path, so I did a post on the orples to keep them satisfied. If they can keep up, they can join us as I show you one way to reach the rocks bordering the James River. This is a popular hangout spot for old and young alike on our hot summer days in the city. When the rains are heavy, sometimes the rocks can no longer be seen as the river rises within the boundaries of its shores. To begin the trek to the river, we must first park the car, then climb some old steps onto the well worn path.
For those of you who are new to my blog and don’t know what orples are, you can go to the Orples Overview section of my blog to learn more about them, if you so desire. 😉 In the meantime, it is off to the river we go…
Today I was getting ready to set up a post along an interesting path, leading to some of the rocks on the James River. Of course, the orples have been haunting me, and pouting because they didn’t get to join us on our walk around the block in Richmond on Saturday and I’ve been ignoring them ever since. So before we stroll the entire path, let’s give the orples time to catch up. It appears they’re stuck in some tree roots along the path. They’re helping each other across, so we may have to wait for the next post … “A path to the river’s edge“. Those silly little orples just have to come along sometimes, or they bug me to death.
Stay tuned, we’ll visit the river when Olivia and Oscar get untangled and can keep up with the rest of us. 😉 I wouldn’t want to leave them behind.
Enjoy today, whatever your day brings.
Yesterday, I went to Richmond to pop off a few shots to share with those who have never visited our State’s capitol city. I chose to focus on the basic street views for yesterday’s post to give you an overall feel of the surroundings. Today’s post will cover the ground at our feet as we wall along the street. Enjoy your stroll, please.
Oscar has decided to try his hand at painting. He had to rig some scaffolding from the tree to be able to reach his canvas. Evidently, it is not easy being an orple. Meanwhile, now that Olivia has learned to read, she is reading her books, and enjoying being outside on such a beautiful day.
Olivia and Oscar have joined Jacob to eat some ice cream sandwiches in celebration of summer. Yum! They’ve been so left out lately, it is past time for a treat, or so I’ve been told.
When I was in Staunton last weekend, these charming little characters were flaunting their personalities through a closed shop window. Thank God, or I may have spent a lot of money on a whim. At least now, if I go back, I’ll have had more time to choose the ones I really ‘can’t’ live without. These guys give the little yellow rubber duck a run for his money.
Yeah, I’m cheating a little, presenting a video instead of a photo. Sorry, but my mind keeps straying to this song, so why fight it? If you’re not familiar with it already, I think you’ll like it … Linda has a beautiful voice! Or if you are an old foggie, like me, this will no doubt be a blast from the past. Either way … enjoy!
This is a little late getting posted today as I’ve been trying to catch up on my blogging. However, my mother has been on my mind all day for obvious reasons, so to put my mind at ease, I would like to pay tribute to her. I was so honored and very lucky to call this woman “Mom”. May she RIP and know where ever she is that she is as much loved today as she was when I was so blessed to have her here in this life to converse with and to confide in.
To all mother’s everywhere in celebration of ‘our’ day, I wish to you a very Happy Mother’s Day.
This is from an e-mail I got. I have no idea who wrote it originally, but they did a bang up job … this is sad, but true, too often today.
An Obituary printed in the London Times…..Absolutely Brilliant!!!
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense , who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
– Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
– Why the early bird gets the worm;
– Life isn’t always fair;
– and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim