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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
These are my adorable new glasses from Eye Buy Direct. They feel perfectly comfortable, they look great, and I have eagle-eye vision. I'd been on their email list for several months, and had tried on several pairs of glasses with their "EyeTry before you buy" option, where you upload a picture of yourself and try on different frames. I was hesitant to actually order a pair, though, because I wear progressive (no lines) bifocals, I have astigmatism, I've had lasik surgery twice, and I'm really picky about anything to do with my eyes. But I'm a sucker for a bargain, so when Eye Buy Direct contacted me and offered me a free pair of prescription glasses I jumped on the opportunity!
Their site has a HUGE selection of frames, including designer frames. They describe each frame in detail, including the exact dimensions of each portion of the frame. It is clearly marked on each frame whether they can be made bifocal, trifocal, or progressive. I actually had an EASIER time picking out frames on this site than I've had in most optometrist's offices. I called the office where I'd had my last eye exam and had them fax me my prescription (it's YOURS, you paid for it, don't hesitate to do this) and the order form was easy to fill out. The only part I had a problem with was "pupillary distance". I'm not sure if this is only on prescriptions that aren't single-vision or if it's on all, but this is the distance between your pupils. There is a handy instructional page for how to measure it, but let me just warn you NOT to try to do it yourself in the mirror. That's what I did and Eye Buy Direct sent me a nice email saying "We are concerned this measurement may not be correct." Well, of course I'd done it wrong, and if they hadn't caught it I would have ended up with glasses that made me cross-eyed.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
John 15: 9-12 “As God has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete. “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.”
Yesterday I attended a beautiful wedding. My eldest niece, Lauren, and her fiance, Zach, celebrated their marriage with a lovely, simple ceremony, and a joyous reception. Friends and family traveled from many states to wish them well.
First off, I apologize for the lousy quality of the pictures. My subjects were stunning, and the lighting at the reception was perfect, but since I didn't properly set everything on the camera all my pictures came out less than stellar. It probably also had something to do with the pain pills I was taking to ease the discomfort of the long car ride and the Merlot I was drinking.
This is Michael, John and me. Michael was giving someone directions when the picture was taken, John just wanted to take his jacket off, and I was wearing a frumpy pantsuit instead of the adorable dress I bought because it was FREEZING. We were all having a fabulous time, though.
Two more of my nieces, Ashley and Amanda, having fun with leftover bubble wands. Yes, ALL my nieces are stunningly beautiful, thanks for noticing.
Some Ballard girls dancing up a storm. That's Ashley and Amanda's mom, Kelley, in the brown dress, and that's Lauren's sister, Emily, in the blue bridesmaid's dress. She was the perfect Maid of Honor - very calm. Emily's always calm - she's kind of the female version of Aaron.
Yes, I forced my eleven-year-old, John, to dance with me. He refused to stand closer than arm's length, to move his feet, or to even pretend to enjoy it. Now notice my hair. Cute bun, right?
Lauren and her dad, Chris, dancing to "Unforgettable" for their Father-Daughter dance. That song gives me chills just hearing it on the car radio. These two SANG it to each other, and neither one shed a tear. They are obviously made of stronger stuff than I am. I boo-hoo'd throughout the wedding and through half the reception - it's what I do.
John and Alex playing X-Box 360 in our room. Parents of girls pack shoes and clothes and make-up and hair accessories for an overnight trip. Parents of boys pack game systems. Alex doesn't visit his Kentucky relatives often, but when he does he embraces the full spirit of the experience. The camo cap is John's and the faux mullet is my bun from the night before. Yes, scroll back up and see. Yep, that's my hair. I bought it, so it's mine. Honestly, when you're lying on a heating pad for a 4-hour car trip and check-in time at the hotel is 3pm for a 4pm wedding I think a big hunk of fake hair is a reasonable option. AND it obviously has entertainment value.
While Sam jumped back into bed with Michael I took a quick shower. When I came out my husband was still grumbling about wet dogs and sand in the bed. I ignored him as I grabbed a long, loose skirt and a stretchy tee out of the closet, pulled them on, and slid my feet into a pair of Birkies.
The walk to the shop was only three blocks or so, but the box of yard sale finds I was carrying in to use for today’s window display was heavier than I’d thought. Thankfully Melinda saw me coming and held the door open for me. Melinda owns Pippi’s, the bookstore where I work. Her father bought the store when Mel was just a little girl and wanted more than anything to live in a house by herself with a horse and a monkey, just like Pippi Longstocking. Thus, the name.
“Oooh, good junk!” Mel said, peering into the box as I set it down near the front window. I left her to root through the box and went to the back of the shop to pour myself a cup of coffee. Next to the coffee pot sat two huge, beautiful blueberry muffins.
“Oh my God, Mel, is the flag up already?!” I raced to the door and stuck my head out. There it was, waving in the breeze high above a roof four houses down – a piece of an old crazy quilt about the size of a pillowcase, with sunshine-yellow binding and streamers. The hand-lettered sign in the front window of Beverly’s Back Porch says:
OPEN: When I feel like it
CLOSED: Whenever I damn well please
When she felt like cooking she’d run the flag up the flagpole. She said that kept so many people from calling asking if she was open or not. She cooked whatever she felt like cooking whenever the urge struck and everyone was just glad to get it. She’d been open for supper earlier in the week and we’d taken the boys in for grillades and grits – YUM! Anyway, Mel couldn’t bake to save her life, so I knew the muffins were Bev’s.
It took us a whole pot of coffee and all of both muffins, but we finally decided on the best way to arrange the furniture in the shop for Friday’s book signing. Then I dumped a big bag of sand in the front window and started arranging the old tools I’d brought. A pick, a shovel, and a couple of old brushes went in, along with a salt-stained broad-brimmed khaki hat. I hoped our author wouldn’t think it was too cheesy a display, but I kind of liked it as a background for the copies of her new Young Adult novel, much of which was set at an archaeological dig. I’d known Lisa a long time, even before her first novel was published, and I really wanted everything to go smoothly.
I was standing on the sidewalk critiquing the display when Maggie walked up. Maggie’s one of our best customers, always looking for a new mystery to read. Nothing too gory, nothing too racy, her tastes lean toward the mysteries that are solved by someone’s clever pet or that include recipes in the back.
“Hey, Maggie! Are you coming to the signing tomorrow night? It’ll be a lot of fun!”
“Oh, I don’t know. I just, well, there are some books I’m looking for.”
“Well come on in. Who’s the author?”
“I’m not quite sure. I just happened to see a show on TV Sunday night and I think they said it was based on a series of books.” She was turned away from me and was speaking so quietly I had to lean in close to hear her.
“What show was it?”
“Umm, it was on HBO.”
“Oh, it was a movie, then?”
“Noo, I think it’s a series. It comes on every Sunday night.”
Sunday night. HBO. No, it couldn’t be what I was thinking, surely.
“Maggie, is this a show about . . . vampires?”
Maggie blushed to the roots of her meticulously dyed and set hairdo and nodded, still refusing to meet my eyes.
“Oh, you must mean True Blood,” I said casually, and waved for her to follow me further into the shop. "I just love Charlaine Harris! Those Southern Vampire books are so good, and she’s got a couple of other series out, too, if you decide you like her style.” I handed her the first two books in the series, and then leaned in close and whispered, “But if you want vampires and werewolves the way HBO does it – you know, STEAMY – then give this a try.” I grabbed a novel in the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. I love my job.
By the time I rang Maggie up and sent her on her way with a treasure trove of sexy vampires, a couple of high school kids slouched in to buy their required reading for the summer with their mom, who was looking for some light reading for the beach. They were all three excited about the signing, and had reserved their copies early. Business was steady throughout the morning, and the next time I glanced at the clock it was time for lunch. I was only working a half day because of the event Friday night, so I called goodbye to Mel in the back and headed to Bev’s for lunch since the flag was still flying.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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