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By looking at the photo below, see if you can guess what news we are telling David's family...
Need a hint...?
Is it:
A. We're expecting a baby.
B. David is learning a new chiropractic technique that involves adjusting a person from the front.
C. Karen took her first voice lesson this week.
Scroll down for the answer...
If you picked answer C, you got it! I was demonstrating one of the many awkward moments from my voice lesson, during which the instructor placed one of my hands on her bosom and one on her belly so I could feel the difference between improper chest breathing and proper gut breathing. She then got distracted and started talking about something else, but kept my hands there all the while.
This was probably the 2nd most awkward part of the lesson. The most awkward was right at the beginning when she told me to stand in front of her and sing something.
Sing something? Just like that?? With you looking right at me???!
The 3rd most awkward moment was when we lay flat on our backs on the floor next to each other, once again to illustrate proper breathing.
By now you may be wondering why I'm taking voice lessons. After that incredibly awkward 30 minutes, I was wondering the same thing. But that's a story for another time. This post is long enough already.
When one's garden is for the most part incredibly sad and pathetic, the joy of a harvest, no matter how small, seems all the more intense.
Tonight's dinner:
- potatoes, unearthed from the backyard garden ... TODAY (seasoned with freshly snipped rosemary and parsley from the patio garden, and garlic from the farmer's market)
- green beans, picked from the backyard garden ... TODAY
- venison steaks, from a friend who went hunting in Canada
Dear Mr. Mailman,
Please accept our deepest apologies for the aggravation we've caused you over the last three and a half years as you've dealt with our tippy, rusty, creaky mailbox. We admit that we have missed countless opportunities to replace the sorry excuse for a mailbox.
First, when we moved in. We renovated so many other features of the house -- inside and out -- and yet somehow managed to neglect the dilapidated hunk of metal at the end of our driveway.
Second, a year or two ago when we received a postcard from the U.S. Postal Service with a not-so-subtle hint that our mailbox wasn't up to par.
Third, basically every single day for the last 1,260+ days when we opened the mailbox, half expecting you to have given up on us and left nothing ... or worse, left something. Like a nasty note, or roadkill, or a bomb.
We would have deserved it.
Again, please receive our humble apologies. We hope you will enjoy our new mailbox. We've dedicated it to you.
