Monday, September 18, 2006

Saying Good Bye

I know most of you who read this also read the Sunday Passage...so I won't go into details of the entire week end...However, if you did not subscribe, let me know and I will send a copy to you.

Philip left this morning. We said good bye in the yard under the twinkle lights of the trellis before dawn. The rain was falling soft and gentle and the only sounds were that of the early morning crickets.

It was dark and quiet in the house when I went back in...I wiped off the rain from my eyes..or maybe they were tears.


Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Mackinac Island

It was a lovely week end...sigh.

Philip and I left Angola Thursday evening after school and headed toward the upper peninsula. It was a step back in time for me as we visited places I haven't been to in years.

We traveled up to White Fish Point to view Lake Superior at it's finest. It was the perfect day as it was cool and rainy and the wind was whipping off of White Fish Bay. Of course, once there we had to visit the Shipwreck museum which held much of the same equipment that was used on the Outer Banks.

Mackinac Island. (Pronounced Mackinaw), a French mistake. I visited every year as a child, but now I was with Philip, and I loved it.

We toured and hiked and climbed and viewed everything possible including the carriage ride.

We found a great pub with Irish music for evenings. The skies were clear and the air clear by the time we reached the Island so it was just great for us. It was fun for Philip to be The Tourist.

We drove home Sunday through the mist.

Lovely.

Lou Ann

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The Fringe Festival

The days just fly by...I think I have time to do a blog..or have done a blog..and then new events just pop up.

I spent the week end in Indy with Ellen. It was a great time visiting...having dinner with friends and attending the Indy Fringe Festival.

I loved every moment of it. The theatre pieces were short, one hour in duration. Many were definitely on the edge or should I say on the fringe.

That is such a great word..the fringe..on the fringe..on the edge. A good place to be.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Do-Si-Do with your partner...

This week my friend, Mackenzie (she is 11), and I took our first Western Square Dance class.

We looked forward to it for days. Mackenzie is always up for adventure (remember she is 11), and my grown up married friends just go home from work and go to bed early. (Being a single gal in northern Indiana is sometimes a stretch!)

The dance was held in a local elementary school in the cafeteria. The tables were pushed aside and snacks were set up in the corner. That immediately caught Mackenzie's eye as she filled a cup with M&M's. I decided to pass, I mean I was there for the workout!

Everyone was friendly. They all belong to the Magic Squares, a Western Square dancing club. They had nametags and were very oficial. The caller used a small microphone and played small 45's on a turntable. I was amazed at that. Most of the songs he sung along with.

We danced for two hours never lacking a partner as those Magic Square folks wanted us to learn!! We caught on pretty fast. Mackenzie is young and smart. I have to excuse to catch on fast, except I know the old hoe down!!

During a break I asked Mackenzie what she thought. "Well," she said, "for one thing, I thought we would be outside under a tent."

"That would be fun," I said. "Anything else?"

"Yea, they are all older than us!"

I looked around, she wasn't quite correct in that...how old does she think I am. But not wanting to burst her bubble, I simply agreed.

As for next week? If we show up agian, we have to bring $50. Of course, there are those M&M's.......


Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.