


I found this old bentwood high chair at the Christmas Craft Show in Perry Hall, Maryland. Sheila Crocken, who runs the show, not only has a variety of hand crafted and gift items but also a whole room of used furniture, housewares and other great old pieces. The high chair does not have its tray but I think it can be pulled up to the table when darlin' Dylan gets a bit older. The chair is oak and I'm debating on having it stripped and refinished, or just cleaning it and painting it another color. It's been sitting in the shop since December so I think I'd better do something with it before Hubbie gets irritated with moving it around the room everytime he needs to use a saw or sander and tosses it out the door.
I woke up around 4 am to the sound of the wind howling and the rain pounding. Looked at Hubbie who sleeps like he's dead and Lucy curled up between us.







This photograph was taken on the Boardwalk in Ocean City over fifty years ago. From left to right...my aunt Joan who is carrying the the umbrella, my Dad, my Mom, my Grandmother Lil

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Meagan and Erik with their high school art teacher, Diana Mand,
Lucy is such a wild child, and we thought she would be so interested in the baby that we would have to worry about her jumping on him and kissing him. But she has surprised us. She always greets him with a sniff but then backs off and shows no interest. Have to wonder when Dylan is running after her how she will react.
An update on Lucy Girl...the vet called to let us know the results on Lucy's biopsy. It seems that the lump wasn't a tumor. It was scar tissue from an injury. Lou and I are trying to remember how she could have hit that spot so hard to have caused this. The lump was located on her right side, just where her back right leg meets her body. I guess that really doesn't matter how she did it...I'm just so thankful that it wasn't something worse.
On Saturday night we attended a surprise birthday for Lou's brother Charly, given by his wife Jen and his children. He turned 60 this week. The party was at his daughter's house. This time he didn't have a clue. When his wife threw him a surprise party for his 40th, he somehow found out. So Charly...did Jen do better at keeping it a secret, or is the old brain slowing down? You're only as old as you remember you are.