This comes with a seriousness warning, along with a heart-warming-story warning. If you read on, you have no one to blame but yourself.
A couple of weeks ago, the refugee crisis activated J., who couldn’t sit back and wring her hands any longer, she had to do something, so set her network in motion and we helped her plan a village coffee morning. (She is one hell of an organizer—I wish I had half her skill.)
The coffee morning’s a tradition here. The Methodist Church has one regularly—something I know only because I see a sign out outside the chapel, not because I go. And the Macmillan cancer charity has a yearly one, which they call the world’s largest coffee morning since it’s on the same day everywhere in the country. And, and, and. Lots of similar examples that won’t make you any wiser if I take more of your…
Just remember folks, you might’ve read it here first, even though I borrowed every bit from Pinterest. Read and learn. You can thank me later. Or now. I like being thanked. With bacon.
Every man should come with a side of bacon.
I have been known to steal bacon. I’m not proud of it, but I’ll probably do it again.
The next one, I have to disagree with a little. That’s still not enough bacon.
True story, I really thought it was called bacon soda for years.
Studly only looks at bacon like its bacon.
Really, this happens.
And now I’ll return to my previously scheduled diet.
Cascades Park is the newest social center of our community, enhancing our quality of life by offering one venue that brings together arts, entertainment, education, history and wellness. It is the perfect example of how the one-cent local option sales tax we pay is invested back into our community.
Located in the heart of downtown, Cascades Park offers a variety of outdoor and recreational amenities, including a state-of-the-art amphitheater, interactive water fountain, children’s play area, Smokey Hollow Commemoration and miles of multi-use trails. Constructed by Blueprint 2000 in partnership with the City of Tallahassee and Leon County, Cascades Park is a stormwater facility that doubles as a unique urban park. Designed to flood, the park will offer relief to nearby areas during major storm events. This park was built by the citizens of Tallahassee and Leon County through the use of a one-cent local option sales tax.
I’ve been driving across Tallahassee a couple of times a week to get in my 10,000 steps by walking in Cascades Park, and every time I spot something new.
On Saturday I discovered the Korean War Memorial:
Korean War Memorial
The piece that gives the impression of having broken off lists the names of those from Leon County who died in the conflict.
Note the word, “LIFE” on this sculpture.
I sat and read each of the names and thought about the loss to the families, the community, and perhaps to the world. We use the word moving to describe many things. This memorial moved me to tears.
The amphitheater, below, hosts concerts and plays in a beautiful setting. Every time I walk I make a detour through the stage area. Sometimes I dance a few steps, other times I sing a few notes, but I always take a bow.
I’ve still got a lot left to explore! I didn’t even realize how big the park was until I found this map while writing this post.
Come visit me in Tallahassee. We’ll walk.
I might’ve found a friend today in the handbag department at Dillard’s. She moved to Tallahassee a year to the day before I did. If that’s not the basis for a good friendship I don’t know what is.
We bonded over this Frye bag. Good heavens the woman has good taste!
Peace, people.
Her name is Harper, and she is three. She also happens to be a certified nutty kid. I miss her and her family like crazy. It’s a long way from our home in Tallahassee, Florida to their home in eastern Illinois. Videos like this help, though.
I had my first bonafide injury as a kennel assistant this past week when a reluctant-to-be-held kitten sunk her sharp little claws into the skin on my chest.
The kitten was way cuter than Ted Nugent, and is much more politically savvy than the aging has-been rocker, so of course I forgave her.
The incident with the kitten does indicate that I have not quite reached the coveted level of kitten cuddler. Kitten cuddlers are well versed in proper handling techniques.
And there’s more to the job than this photo ^^^ would have us believe.
Still, I am wearing my scratches as part reminder/part badge of honor: I came, I cuddled, I was clawed. There is no honor without sacrifice, and stuff like that.
Praying for Eyebrowz 