Posted on 12/21/2004 12:25:42 PM PST by hk409
Edited on 12/21/2004 12:54:14 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
So am I. Even when I don't think I am...;o]
Maybe that's it...I never had a honeymoon...:o[
I tend to wander.
*sigh*
Old habit I guess.
What do you get when you talk to a nerd?
His lunch money.
Sometimes life is like that.
We went to Missouri ... "honeymoon" with my father and grandmother.
Yes, and tired. Of course, getting up for a 6 AM departure to the airport didn't help...
Where did you go and how did you like it?
It was a church camp just outside Yosemite. Nice, but HOT and a bit humid (unusual for this part of California). A little difficult for us mossbacks (PNWesterners) to take -- a far cry from cool drizzle.
Liked it (our 2nd year) -- great people even if (to focus on the sole negative) liturgically this is not our cuppa tea. I've long liked folk music and as a teen enjoyed folk masses when they were introduced... but although I still enjoy folk music, I now dislike folk masses and especially the steady and unrelieved diet at camp of what high-church Anglicans & Romans call "Happy-Clappy" music.
But to put it in perspective, we're planning to attend next year.
OTOH, they provide opportunities for teaching creative activities of all sorts (I have before me a couple of icons I made last year), secular and otherwise, and the goodwife agrees with me, if the camp leaders agree we might conduct a class next year in "Anglican Chant."
And did you take pictures?
Ummm... yes. One of this year's classes was in photographic composition. Few of those would tell you anything about camp, however, so here are some others:
A brief visit from the (ailing) bishop.
Birdfeeder back of main hall, upper deck, overlooking pond.
A protrait of one of the priests by a talented teen.
Baptism (renewal) of a younger camper in the nearby "New Jordan" river (it's snowmelt -- VERY cold!).
Talk to them. I'll split it with you.
My mother, Old Tax-lady, says, "Never lend money expecting to get it back."
Thanks for the pix.
I have completed my investigation. You must go to Phaffenhoven, Germany. You will find what you are seeking in the Brausteller.
It does look like fun...I'm glad you enjoyed it. I haven't been camping since 1984, darnit.
Thanks for the photos! Kewl stuff!
Very good -- but questions/comments come to mind:
- Is she the dragon or had the dragon taken her?
- The words would seemingly not have been enough, perhaps, even were they repeated*
- Dented? The significance escapes me... (is this a pun on "teeth"?)
(* I am minded of a family member from another generation who, although not like this, was by reports frequently overbearing and very difficult... until medicine advanced to the point that her condition became both diagnosable and treatable -- and her long-suffering husband and she spent the last year of their life together in renewed marital bliss...)
Uh...I had that in the Crenshaw District, thanks, and it wasn't a honeymoon. Still, it was effective...
Don't pay any attention to your mother. I'll meetcha round the corner in a half an hour.
Howdy!
I did my best to make it rain today. Ran around with the top down and everything, but no dice.
ON THE CAR!!! The top was down on the CAR!!!
Thanks.
I did put some odd elements into that one, some things were symbolic rather than literal which is unusual for what I usually write.
So in the story, she is the dragon, and his papers that he has handed her are his Saint Georges lance.
She'd spent her entire time stomping him into the dirt and humiliating him, and he'd finally, stealthily, decided to do something.
As there were more than just words, there were deeds unmentioned.
The ring, dented, symbolizes the end of vows, the breaking of the circle.
Once done, it cannot be uundone or made new as too much has gone on for there to berconciliation.
The Book of Foreshadowed Sorrows runs in sections, one section dealing with death, another dealing with despair.
The twist to tale III was that in the end, the one in despair wasn't who it had initially apopeared to be.
(She'd made her entire life revolve around him and destroying him on a daily basis. Once he was gone, she had no life. A slain dragon withering within her own scales.)
I will be more than happy to send you some of ours! But the heat might be more than you want...90's...:o|
Awwww Ratz!
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