Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Hoosier Sunday - Sunday 6/21/2009


Mom holds a nest I found while trimming one of the shrubs yesterday. Isn't it beautiful?



Cool mural in an alley in Churubusco, IN.


Mom, Pegerty and I ditch our shoes on the way into the maze of plantings that is Joy's Flowers.


They look like blossoms, don't they?


Interesting little platforms leading up to a tiny window. Hmm.


Worked up an appetite, so we stopped at the Magic Wand in 'Busco. Great sign. Inside the diner: grilled tenderloin. Wish I'd seen the huge, decorated (presumably empty) hornet's nest hanging over the booth next to ours before we walked out. An interesting addition to the clown motif inside.


Turtle Days just ended last night. They used to think there was a giant (Loch Ness style) turtle living in a lake near Churubusco. The rumor was still going when I was in school. Here's the story as it's told by the Chamber of Commerce.


Ended up in Columbia City again, where Pegerty and I walked downtown and spent a little time chatting in the gazebo on the courthouse lawn and watching the sunlight drain from the sky. Stopped by Beans' place on the way home.

Sigh.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

100 Degree Wedding Party - Saturday 5/18/2008


The orchids don't seem to mind that it was over 100 degrees in the outdoor courtyard where the wedding reception was held.

People who had come from out of state scampered over to a mall to buy lighter clothes before the shindig started at 5pm. The sun went down behind the walls that surrounded the courtyard shortly after we sat down for dinner.

Between the heat and the dancing, the champagne seemed to burn right off. It was great to hang out with our Hoosier friends and their son's new family.



Jim is quite a guy. He's the bride's grandfather. He's smart, sharp, and a great storyteller. He's also a World War II vet.

I snapped several pictures of Jim's hands as he and Hydra talked. He was very animated and they moved a lot, sometimes clasped around his knee.

The sincere thumbs up seems, to me, to be the quintessential gesture of the World War II generation.