As I may have mentioned, Lydia has been taking ballet lessons once a week since October 2009. It was almost inevitable, since in the year or two before that, she would move around the room so gracefully and deliberately that people kept asking, “Is she taking dance lessons?”
This was NOT anything that we pushed her into doing, but rather something she asked to do a few times before we relented. While I’m not anticipating her become a prima ballerina, it has instilled in her a sense of confidence she had been lacking. Continue reading “The Lydster, Part 77: Dancing Queen”
Part of my enjoyment of The switch is the relationship between Bateman and…
Carol and Lydia went to the Poconos with Carol’s parents, one of her brothers, his wife and their twin daughters a couple Saturdays ago. Carol came back on Wednesday, because she had work on Thursday, but Lydia stayed. So Friday night, we felt almost obliged to see a movie. For one thing, it wouldn’t cost anything for a babysitter. For another, said babysitter is getting married in two weeks, so she might not be available for a while.
So what to see?
Scott Pilgrim is at the mall that I dislike, and it’s supposed to move to the local theater soon. Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky I knew nothing about, Winter’s Bone seemed too intense for date night, and Inception started too early, and Dinner for Schmucks too late. It came down to Eat Pray Love, and The Switch, and since the latter not only reviewed better (52% positive vs. 38% on Rotten Tomatoes), but was also considerably shorter, we went with that. Continue reading “MOVIE REVIEW: The Switch”
Hard to believe he’s been gone 30 years this summer.
The instruction was to provide an older picture; nothing stated suggests who or what should be the subject. Since my sister Leslie sent me these pictures, along with some of of my father, I thought I’d show these.
This is my grandfather, McKinley Green, who I wrote about a few times early in my blogging, here and here and here.
The particulars are lost to me so far, but apparently McKinley, or Pop as almost called him (the others called him Mac), was my father’s stepfather. He’s not in the picture in the 1930 Census; I’ve seen the records. Yet, my father’s birth certificate, dated 1944, when my father was 18, lists Pop as my father’s father. There was a clear clerical error however. In the section that lists the age of the parents at the time of my father’s birth, my grandmother’s info is correct, but Mac’s info listed his age in 1944, not my father’s birth year of 1926. Continue reading “30-Day Challenge: Day 20 – A 10+ Year Old Picture”