Old Dominion

I've been really stewing over what to write this morning.  Sometimes I wake up and think, I've got a great idea of something I want to write down.

You'd think that after this weekend there would be something.  I mean, people, last night we were driving home blasting Celine Dion songs from the mid-nineties on my fanciphone while J-Man sang along and remixed them.  We ate at the Silver Diner and had edamame that was already peeled out of the pod.  We watched at least six hours of a Ken Burns documentary on the Civil War.  We didn't even nap, that's the kind of oddly busy yet low key weekend it was.

Where is my inspiration?  Where?

I guess I could write about Papa H's birthday dinner.  And perhaps if you're a vegetarian it won't impress you to know that we had delicious lamb with rice and peas that I mashed up all together on my plate with pick-a-peppa sauce and devoured.  And that when the most-adorable-boys-ever called to wish Granddad happy birthday they also stopped to talk to Aunt Nicole, (or Aunt 'Cole depending) and to describe how they were home alone, had turned themselves into avatars, and were currently airbending and earthbending but they promised they weren't getting dirty or making a mess.

Could I write about all the things I learned about Virginia history?  Like how Ulysses S Grant was a drunkard who drank when he missed his wife or just got bored.  And he still managed to be a hero.  (Though right now it's 1864 and he's stuck outside Petersburg and things aren't looking so good for the Union).

edible orchids

Or about McClellan, who was a giant p-word and scared to fight, despite having pretty much the best army ever. I mean, after the enemy would say screw it and leave the battle since he never came out of hiding, he'd declare it a grand success.  And how he thought he was soooo much smarter than Lincoln and how when he was called as general the second time he said it was because Abe "needed" him to "save the Union."  "Again." (yes, the quotations were needed) We're excited to see how the '64 election goes when we inevitably curl up with some oreos tonight for a chill Monday evening.

And I guess I could even reach back to Friday night when I made ribs in the crockpot and set the table with wedding gifts and made my own barbecue sauce and was amazed how much sugar goes in it. 

I could've written a grand post about any of those.  Oh well.  At least you get some (better late than never) pictures of springtime 'round these here parts!