Possumblog

Not only...

...did we have to get dressed up, we also had to go all the way across the county in the OPPOSITE direction to pick up Oldest, who'd spent the last couple of days with her other grandparents, so after everyone was clean and smelling good, off we went. Boy, was I sleepy. Seems a day out in the sun makes you that way. Made it to Forestdale, then made it back to Leeds, and in one of those things that rarely happens, made it exactly on time.

Very nice reception, although it was hard to seee what was going on since they had the fellowship hall lit by candles. Dim, but at least you couldn't see all the scuff marks in the walls and the torn carpet. The wedding had been on a boat on the lake, so there hadn't been room to invite everyone to that, so we all got to come to the dinner, and watch the video of the wedding.

Didn't know it at the time, but we found out yesterday that the groom had dropped the ring. Overboard. They had to hire a scuba diver to find it before the ceremony. There's probably several cautionary tales in there for those who want to tease them out.

We didn't stay long, and then it was back home and to bed for everyone.

Up early Sunday, and spent a long day doing church things. After lunch was nice--I read my paper, and we all watched old home movies. Good golly, I have gotten old.

Also, we need a new video recording device.

SOLICITATION FOR ADVICE

I think I might have already asked this question, but we need a new video camera. I don't want to do VHS tape, which I suppose leaves mini-DVD and whatever else there is out there. So, what else is there out there? What can I find that takes excellent pictures, and only costs a little bit of money? What doesn't require special batteries?

Your help is greatly appreciated.

Now then, back to the story--on back to church for evening worship, where it was my turn to lead singing. HEY! I DIDN'T COUGH! Seems like every time I get up, I get a tickle in my throat or a phlegm gusher, and neither is conducive to getting people's edification up. But, didn't happen this time, which was nice. Also, no squeakers or missed cues or beats. I wonder how all this happened at once? I'm sure it'll all get back to normal by the time my turn rolls around again.

Home, supper, and time to order my Volvo parts. Decide to get some other stuff, since I'm going to have stuff broken apart anyway, and wind up with a breathtaking bill. Well, at least it won't be as expensive as having a shop do it. What I paid for parts would only buy a couple of hours' worth of labor. So, it's all good.

Well, sorta.

THEN, our vacation plans.

I have being bugged mercilessly about where we're going, and I have resisted making any commitment until I was sure everyone had made up their respective minds about what they wanted to do.

Seems the mountains were the final choice.

For mine and Reba's family, this has always meant Gatlinburg (or Chattanooga). The idea that there might be mountains elsewhere just doesn't compute. What's a Rocky? A Pocono!? Ozark?! Huh?

So, it looks like we'll be going to the Smokies. It's been a while. We went to Chattanooga back when Reba was pregnant with Jonathan, so that's twelve years ago. The rest of the time has been the beach--or no where. Didn't get one last year due to Reba being cheated out of her vacation days. Not that I'm bitter.

Looked around a bit, and decided I'd see what there was in the way of cabins--I've never gotten to stay in a cabin before. Of course, the cabins people build nowadays should be called "cabins," and you should make little quote marks with your fingers when you say it, because they're really just nice beach houses in the mountains. Pools, hot tubs, satellite teevee, pool tables, kitchens--all the stuff that Thoreau guy didn't know about, or else he'd never have gone and made such a little ramshackle pile of junk.

Finally found one that looks nice over in Pigeon Forge, and although it was more than I wanted to spend, it's nice to have something a bit more private than a hotel room.

Sorta hard to see the beach from there, though.

Anywho, that there's the weekend for you.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 12, 2006 12:04 PM