December 25, 2008
December 23, 2008
night lights
December 19, 2008
a little songbird sang to me
Well...actually it was a choir of high school songbirds. Last night My Darling Husband and I were in for a treat when we attended the Christmas concert at the local public high school.
Ahhh, their voices! Especially the locally prestigious senior class choir could compete with a professional choir. And, they sang a cappella. I'd love to have them serenade me to sleep each night. Sweet dreams gare-on-teeed.
Another highlight of the concert is that the song selections included old Christmas hymns. Hymns, not just carols. Hymns that spoke the names Jesus, God the Father, Christ.... How refreshing that in this age of reality-denying political correctness that the high school choir director in this small town is not quivering in his boots at the thought of offending a single someone with accurate historical tradition. Take that, bully ACLU. Christ is in Christmas.
Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming was one of the songs.
December 18, 2008
Princess Calico
"A Word A Day
calico
PRONUNCIATION:(KAL-i-co)
MEANING:
noun:
1. A brightly printed coarse cotton cloth.
2. (Mainly British) A plain white cotton cloth.
3. An animal having a spotted coat, especially with red and black patches.
adjective:
1. Made from such a cloth.
2. Having a spotted pattern.
ETYMOLOGY:
From Calicut, former name of Kozhikode, a city in southern India from where this cloth was exported. Other words for clothes with Indian origins are bandana, cashmere, chintz, dungarees, jodhpurs, khakis, madras, pajamas, and seersucker (not all are toponyms). "
I still like a good calico, both feline and fabric form. Here's a good feline picture. I can just feel that velvet nose.
December 11, 2008
roses are red, roses on blue
December 5, 2008
fair enough
High school marching bands.
The Small Town really is a small town, but you'd never know it during this celebration.
Political promotions.
Love these vintage vehicles. Classy.
The usual suspects. Clowns, tractors and marching bands. Something for everyone.
This one's for you, Brother-In-Law-O'-Mine.
Stunt riders.
The end.