King of Kong?

January 16th, 2016

Now just to get the back together and take it to a Mona to quilt….. The quilt top for the grandgirl’s school auction is made. 60 x 60 inches.

I swore off bridge tournaments last spring or summer when the ACBL nationals were here. But a regional I could drive to, and play in one event only made me break my word. We played in a single elimination tournament as a team of four. We squeaked by the first two opponents and then met a bump we couldn’t overcome. I never dreamed this team was in our bracket, but they were. A much stronger team than we were.

Last night I went to bed trying to get the bridge cooties off of me and wondering why I disliked the women we played against so much. Then I heard a commentary on the movie, King of Kong. It’s a documentary on the world of gamers, specifically those who are still living in Donkey Kong world. The high scorer has held his title for many years, and was challenged and beaten. But in the commentary on the man, the King of Kong, was insufferably arrogant and self-important, based solely on his ability to play a video game. Bridge world is littered with quite a few people who are in the same league.

Being able to play bridge decently is NOT my main point of pride. Some of the top bridge players are quite able to imitate the King of Kong. Anyway, I was at a table for 12 hands where the air was practically sucked out of the room by “Her Arrogantness.” There are a lot of ways to assuage my poor wounded ego. For the most part I’ll just think about it no more! Likely if I go soft again and go to a tournament, it’s highly unlikely I’ll play against the Ice Queen.

Budget woes

January 13th, 2016

No, I’m not going to beg.  But one thing that is on my mind is getting through this month.  So when I picked up the first of Mother’s books, what did I turn to but my grandparents budget.  This is the journal entry Mother reports for January 30, 1919

Original Capital

Cash on hand     146.35

Liberty Bonds      250.00

Mortgages           950.00

Notes Recievable (from Mamma) 130.00

Notes Recievable (from University)  116.66

Oil Royalty Evaluation    1000.00

Credit with Chicago Bank     40.38

Net worth                         2633.39

Budget Plan

Rent      23.00

Groceries  30.00

Fay allowance  15.00

Ray allowance  12.50

Heat and light  7.00

Church            12.50

Telephone         1.25

Newspapers and Magazines   1.50

Incidentals         2.25

Savings            20.00

Total              $125.00

I notice that he planned to tithe, and that the line item for savings was even bigger than the tithe.  Mother got her life long accounting habits honestly.

Photo Safari

January 4th, 2016

Into the wilds of midcity New Orleans. This is a random house in New Orleans. The homes fascinate me. The architectural detail people put into these houses, modest homes always surprises.

Strange Start to a New Year

January 3rd, 2016

Louisiana is warm and the fireworks are thick at midnight as we move into a new year. I awoke after mostly slumbering through the commotion to a cold, damp house. Stumbling around a bit, I discovered the reason I could hear the morning rain so well was that my front door was standing ajar with nothing between me and the weather. I’d been camping outside and didn’t even know it!

But as jarring as an open door is, it started a meditation on opening a new year, It reminded me that a challenge before me as I age is to push open the closed doors of my life. Clearly this is not a new thought, as I saved and pasted to my composition book currently in use for journalling, a church bulletin of the same message.

composition book

Today is the first Sunday of the year. My plan is to pick up Louis for church and make him an offer of a room with heat for the remainder of the winter anyway. Let’s see if I keep my nerve!

Another year, another resolution

January 1st, 2016

Christmas with the family in Houston was the end of the feasting season for me.  But I’ll not type about that resolution tonight.

The main deal is to get a photo to post and tell a bit about it.

Luzon feng shui

Luzon still life

The ex husband lives in Houston on Luzon. He’s got taste running through his veins. I was struck by the little side table in his kitchen. I call the photo the Luzon still life. He’d arranged some simple things so as to be attractive and something of a celebration of living.

So, now I’ve recalled how to get a photo posted. I am sure I’ve made it much more difficult than it has to be. Next I need to figure how to reduce the number of pixels so it can load on the receiving end of the interwebs at a decent speed.

Where are you on the resolution or no resolution thing. I’ve made it through Jan 1, and my 3 resolutions are still in tact. Posting some photos and some light lifting in the way of writing is my next hurdle.

Happy New Year. May 2016 bring blessings to one and all. I’ll still be working on gratitude and humility. A lifetime project that!

Out on the where the swamp turns to marsh

June 29th, 2015


Walking into the Light

What will it be passing from this world to the next?
May I place an order? For the visual effects, this will do quite nicely.
Bachground music please.
SS class last Sunday was on the waters of creation. I enjoyed teaching the class. God said let there be… and it was GOOD!

Humanity was given dominion over creation, which they’re defining down to stewardship, but that works for me. I’m not a tree hugger, but how can we trash what is so beautiful, so GOOD.

And the wage slaves have to work hard to not fall captive to busy. The seventh day of creation is to be honored. Stop. Listen. Let your creatiive nature, a godly gift, shine forth. Dream.

These last couple evenings have been relatively cool… 89 degrees and 98 percent humidity, but I’ve been wanting to get out into the magic evening light and see what this cool jewel of a camera can do.

So far I’m impressed enough to not regret paying for it.

Twelve photos I saved into iPhoto from this evening. I have spares for days ahead.

Come to the Waters?

June 22nd, 2015


I started working on a SS lesson on baptism, and thought I’d find a photo of water to include. Not exactly a baptismal font there, but it’s the best of the evening.

I’m trying to channel my 12 year old self and recall what I thought about being baptized. None of my children were baptized because I didn’t feel like it was an adult choice. I was more worried about messing up somehow in front of the church. Guess that’s more than enough about my moment in front of the church!

Do you remember your baptism? Or confirmation? Was it meaningful to you?

How quickly they grow!

June 18th, 2015

The camera has made me rejoin the world in some sense. I had forgotten how much I enjoy having that window on the world, trying to make the photo better, puttering around the edges with a good camera!

Last night as I was playing bridge online, I was watching the activity at the nest outside my window. One of the baby birds flew out of the blueberry bush. I went out and watched for a bit. I hope it made the adjustment to life without a nest. But there were two more birds. This morning I watched the activity as and tried to get more photos. Another little bird is flirting with the idea of flying away. No more down on the head, and it hops around all over the blueberry bush. Very awkward little thing, but so far it’s stayed in the bush. But I’ll watch the bird outside the nest, and the parent swoop in and feed one IN the nest. So there’s MORE!


I thought it mildly amusing when my parents watched some wild rabbits settle into their yard and make themselves at home. They watched and commented on rabbit doings, and had a good time. This is part of the joy of retirement? It works for me! I’m not missing the time as a wage slave, though I might like the wages. Slack time and lots of it… works for me!

The nest outside my window

June 15th, 2015

mad mocker

Hey you! Get away from here with your camera! Mom’s coming in and YOU are making her very skittish. Don’t you know it’s hungry out here?

mad mocker

There are two little mocking birds in the nest. One seems to pop his little head up fastest. For a while I thought we’d lost the other little one. The parents do not like us harvesting blueberries. Not at all! Photography is not to be tolerated either.

Old Photo

June 11th, 2015

Ok, those of you who really know your flora… whazit?

Lastish photos on the old Nikon

This was blooming in the Barataria Swamp when we took a hike in February.