August Potpourri

Playing catch up like I did last year. Active summers, lazy bloggin' and before you know it - it's Thanksgiving and I haven't blogged about August yet. Sometime maybe I'l do what my wife and some friends do and post as it happens, but probably not. I'm a notorious procrastinator. And as soon as I say that, I know it's not quite true. Depending, sometimes I do things immediately, but sometimes I wait until deadline, and if there is not deadline? Well, who knows, not I.

So here's a collage of photos taken during the month of August. No rhyme no reason no story, so you can make up your own on the way. Actually they all have a story but I guess it will be for internal use only.
Barb getting a little tipsy, and although I don't drink it seems to be affecting me anyway. Believe this to be at Bixby Cottage.
Perhaps the alcohol entered by osmosis, my biology teacher always told me when in doubt, say osmosis. Here in an apparent rummy-ness, I tell a tall tale while using an arm gesture with the look of say...Mortimer Snerd?
Back home, Barb pretends to lay down and read...note book left rear, but ends up taking a nap while a sentinel stays at the ready.
If there be a dragon, there's only so many things that can be happening. Obviously we've slipped back in time to middle ages, or ancient China. That is unless that dragon tamer at the front is Steve Miller.

"Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'

Into the future". ~Steve Miller

I love a parade,the tramping of feet,

I love every beat I hear of a drum.

I love a parade, when I hear a band

I just want to stand and cheer as they come. ~Arden & Ohman

The barrister got a new dew this summer. Distinguished no?
The Mug King and the Cup Queen. A couple caffeine addicts at a local coffee house.
This is a book club. I figured I should tell you that or you'd be guessing forever. I won't tell you what they are doing, but it's not about books and I'm way to shy to even think about it so on to the next photo.
Sisters have gotten closer because of Barbie's challenge over the past year. Well, they've always been close...oh you know what I mean. The Olson Sisters, Kari and Barbara.
This may seem like nothing to you, but it is something, it would have to be or it would be nothing. I know it's something because I was driving back in the woods and saw a bear, and this is that bear's nest...or a place they took a break anyway. Do bears have lairs or nests?
Must be school time. The Bixby Girls and Barbara go shopping for school clothes for Ashley, Barb plays step-grandmother while shooting a photo, see her in the mirror. Aren't mirrors fun, if you look close, you see things you might have missed from another angle. Do you take mirrors for granted? Do you take Meuers for granted?
The scent of a woman. Look how well it works, the poster depicts what will happen if you buy this product, consequently Rachelle told Ashley she'd have to wait until she's seventeen.
Saddened by Rachelle's playing strict mama, Ashley and Barbara walk on leaving Mother behind.
I don't know, seems like she don't need no scent to me.

"Up in the mornin' and out to school

The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule

American history and practical math

You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass

Workin' your fingers right down to the bone

And the guy behind you won't leave you alone". ~Chuck Berry

School days, school days

Dear old golden rule days

Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic

Taught to the tune of the hickory stick". ~Edwards/Cobb

Been windy from time to time. Couple trees across the drive. This day got me to go to my antique tool collection and grab the cant hook. Here I rest and explain to these "local girls" what a cant hook can and can't do. Funny, when you start explaining such things and you have a reputation for pulling peoples legs, they think this is one of the times.
Amazed and amused I am that they think I jest about what a cant hook can or can't do or hook for that matter. Course it also gives me a break from trying to roll the log round. Logs would have to be round by the way or a cant hook couldn't.
Now the cant hook goes to work and can do the job. Hands on hips, "I'll be darned" says they, not wanting to go into how we used to save on socks I ignore the comment. Photos by Barbara Ann Studios.

Me and three other guys take a break.

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