Sunday Evening Post

Pictures from the week.

 Tuesday was plump, as in Fat Tuesday, as in Mardi Gras.  My wife made the annual batch of jambalaya, which we call "Jewbalaya."  It was as good as it looks.

 My son found the baby in his piece of king cake, so we will be hosting next year's event.
Laissez les bons temps rouler!

 Poor Eli was ill this week...

 but his spirits lifted a little during a Skype session.

 An all day swim meet in a humid, eighty degree environment taught us patience.

 I did, however, catch a sunset.

That is a rarity these days, so I suspect I should be grateful.

 A photo of buddha in New York City, sent to my wife by a good friend.

"You only lose what you cling to."

-The Buddha

"What if 'Dog' spelled 'Cat'?"

-Ogre

 I believe this was to be the title of Hemingway's second part of A Moveable Feast.

 The left over scrapings of the guacamole dip at Restaurante Jalapeños in Annapolis. Hands down, the best Mexican meal I have eaten.

 Meats and cheeses.

Cheeses and meats.

 The big dodgeball tournament is coming up next month.  Training for success begins now.

My wife's new purse.  I guess I shouldn't complain. 

It ain't Gucci.


See you next week.

Sunday Evening Post

I won't give up.

This is the Sunday Evening Post.

Haters be hatin'.

 Bail Bonds sign spotted in Dover.

Just make sure you show up for court...

or else.

 Pinball Wizard.

 Thanks to my spouse's allergies, this is the closest I can come to having a dog.

 Gumbo cook-off in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.  This is the Greeter at the Purple Parrot and the second year her picture has been highlighted in the blog.

 Frankly, my darling,

I don't give a damn.

 I get out about three times a year.  

Fellow gumbo consumers and I getting down to the nitty gritty.

 My Selection for the best Gumbo was Mixx.

The Seafood Shack Got a frowny face for running out before we got there.

 Valentine Days.

 My Valentine knows how to touch my heart.

 I kid you not, but I actually witnessed doggy acupuncture.  The two white things sticking out of his back are needles.

 Baby feet with baby stocking shoes.

 The great expanse of the marshy wetlands at Saint Jones.

Locals.

 God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.

 Sushi that look likes a muppet.

 My son thinks he's Buddy from the TV show "Cake Boss."  Here is his strawberry whipped cream soaked layered cake. 

Eli Mobile.

The beginning of Lent is almost here.


See you next week.

Sunday Evening Post

Sunday evenings are a time for reflection; a time to look within yourself and discover the true meaning of life.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

 I saw this logo on the back of a truck, but I didn't catch the product.

I'm still scratching my head.

 Bird of prey that hangs around my office.  If you're lucky, you can catch him swooping down to snatch a field mouse or baby mole.

 I caught the Spartans wrestling team take on Delmar.  Lake had a female wrestler, but the Delmar team would not compete against her, so the Spartans took six points for the forfeited match.  

Weird.

 The last cookie from Sunday night dinner.

 I received this text early in the week.  We were sweating it, but it turns out Rehoboth is indeed having their annual gumbo cook-off.

Just in time for Lent.

 Either she tried too hard or too little.  I'm not sure.  My wife took the photo and sent it to her friend.

 Not to be outdone, she received this shot of said friend's boyfriend in reply.  This ensemble says, "I'm a Jedi, but I also support breast cancer research."

 For Phaedra's fortieth, the home-ladies were all going bowling.

She got this card.

 The real deal is so much better-

and the swordfish makes it.

Nice shot of Rox, but I want to know about the woman behind her:

Is she walking like an Egyptian?

 My wife's friends happened to walk into a Kiss tribute band concert.

Some people have all the luck.

 The end of the weekend brought a swim meet.

Good stuff.

See you next week.

Sunday Evening Post

Super Bowl Sunday 

and I don't care -

My master's gone away

(Sung to the tune of "Jimmy crack corn").

Pics from the week.

After a picture count for this post, I realized I had whittled it down to 12 - one dozen.

Anytime I deal in a dozen, I have to include Lee Marvin of the movie "The Dirty Dozen".

Anything less would be unAmerican.

“I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.”

-Pablo Picasso

 Poor Man's Towing spotted in Baltimore, MD.

 My nephew's school project for the Chinese New Year.

 My son and his cousin playing with cars and race tracks.  This was one of my favorite pastimes as a child, too.  Gravity is fun.

 Baby magic tricks.  

She made a chicken disappear earlier.

 Speaking of disappearing, these pastries walked away from the fridge on their own.

I wonder where they went.

 Locals at the local diner.  I swear some days my parents eat three meals a day there.  People yell "Norm" when they walk in.

My wife received this video from a friend.

It starts out as "Man and his Best Friend" and ends as "The Horror of Spider Island".

 Anytime I visit Lewes, DE, I make certain I get a moment to hit the historical church in town to walk the labryinth and reflect.  I am happy to report that it turns out my hometown historical church has its own labyrinth, so I will be visiting often.

This one is for Dorothy Howe,
wherever she is.

"Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree."

-Joyce Kilmer

I saw this smashed pumpkin while walking through town, so I imagine I am required to finish up with a Smashing Pumpkins tune

(Originally Fleetwood Mac).

See you next week.