|Jamie Lee Furney and Zachary James Wachter|
On the Day Jamie graduated from ENMU with her Masters Degree in Education
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
|James Baldwin Rhody, my Great Grandfather|
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
|Kee Bird in Key West|
I was stumped for a minute over what picture to use for this question. How do you capture a nick name in a picture? I thought I should look for a picture that captures the "essence" of me, but that is a pretty subjective question when you think about it. What I like to think of as "me" probably bears little resemblance to the me that other people know, and because I am the worlds leading expert on "Me" I decided that no one picture sums me up sufficiently. I finally settled on the picture above even though I have used it in the blog before because it captures a part of me that I like, but think sees daylight too infrequently. I like to think I am a fun loving, free wheeling, uninhibited life of the party, and once in a while I can be, but usually I am a little too clenched for that. This picture captures one of those rare moments so I decided to go with it. Plus I could not pass up the pun...you see, it was taken in KEY West! We drove down with our friends Jeff and Cathy Dull who always manage to coax out the better me, I think that is why I like being with them so much. We had a great time and on the drive home as we were hopscotching up the keys I saw a fleeting glimpse of a Key Deer. Cathy told me that they are very rare and that I was lucky to have seen one, and then she wondered allowed if it might be my totem animal. It only just dawned on me today how appropriate a Key Deer would be as a totem animal for a Kee Bird...Maybe I should read up on totem animals and see if she is right.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
|Our current house in Columbia, SC|
Since then my homes have always been pleasant, and while I have lived technically in cities proper, it has never had that urban loft apartment lifestyle I think of when I think of urban dwellers. I have usually lived in a detached or semi detached house with a lawn, though there were exceptions. We lived in a three story Dutch duplex in Terschuur; a small village in the middle of the farmland of Gelderland. Then we moved into base housing in Soesterberg, The NL where we were stacked up like cord wood. From there we went to a ranch house in Lubbock Texas, the first house we owned. Another military duplex at Offut AFB near Omaha Nebraska was our next stop. Something we called stairwell housing in Kaiserlsautern Germany came after that. That was as close to urban living as I have gotten. Vogelweh Military housing are apartment buildings that have three stairwells each. In each stairwell there are four floors and two apartments per floor so a total of 24 families lived in each building. We lived on the the third floor on the outside edge of the building. We had no yard, so taking Milford out for his potty brakes several times a day got to be a real pain in the butt, but we got fit doing it. We even got in the habit of racing each other up the stairs...couldn't pay me to run up three flights of stairs now! From Germany we went to our house in Alabama. We bought it sight unseen off the Internet. A risky move we knew, but the gamble paid off and we sold it at a small profit after only two years because we were off to Hawaii! The house we rented there was nothing to write home about, a standard dated 60's ranch house badly in need of updating, but it was in an exclusive neighborhood called Maunawili and our back yard looked straight up the Ko'olau mountains. On rainy days silvery thin water falls would come down the green fluted cliffs. I counted 20 one day. It was a view we never tired of. After a while you generally stop noticing your surroundings. That never happened in Hawaii. We treasured each day there. Finally, the second to last house I will live in, or so I hope, is this house, also secured sight unseen over the Internet. We are only renting this time so it was not the okole clencher that the first one was. We gambled and won again. Its a perfectly adequate house that has served its purpose well. Of all the houses though it has seemed the least like home and I know it is because Zach has never lived here. In about a year from now we will pack up the boxes one more time and move home for good, back to NM where I can finally spend all I want on flower bulbs knowing that I will get to stick around and watch them bloom.