Ain't it a fine life, writin' in your LJ through it all?
A few tidbits of my week so far:
~ One of my managers in the habit of telling me all about his farm, lawn, goats, etc., even though I couldn't care less. One day he was showing me the callouses on his hands and said, "Look at my hands, Rebecca. See, I have a working man's hands." I said, "Well, I think that working man wants his hands back." He glared at me for a minute, then laughed.
~ So, Osama bin Laden is finally dead. I'm just glad that he wasn't killed under the Bush Administration; I can only imagine how crudley Shrub would've celebrated. Our Rabbi directed us to a line from the Passover liturgy: when the Israelites saw the Egyptians drowning in the sea, they started to celebrate, but G-d scolded them, "How can you celebrate when my creatures are dying?"
~ Shabbat services at the temple tonight were really lovely. The Rabbi was in town, there was music, and for some reason, Maggie (she's five or six, one of the few kids in our congregation) left her seat next to her mom and spent the entire service right next to me. I'm not someone who's ever been good with kids, and at first, I was tempted to ask her what the hell she was doing. But then she kept leaning against me, holding my hand, and at one point, laid down on the pew and put her head in my lap. I felt like the grouchy old man who gets his heart melted in every Shirley Temple movie.
On our second day in Little Rock, we had breakfast at The Rosemont with the other guests, including an aspiring country singer, Charlotte Autry, who was visiting from Nashville. Then we drove across the river to The Baker House, the second bed-and-breakfast where we stayed.
I was in love with these roses growing on the wrought-iron gates outside The Baker House.
But the inside of the house wasn't quite so lovely, so I didn't take any pictures except for this one of...
... that's right, another tall, narrow, winding staircase!
Mom had drunk too much coffee in breakfast, felt nauseous (which happens to her often), and hardly left the bed-and-breakfast that day. I spent the morning fetching things for her, but that afternoon, I was able to get away with Athena to visit nearby Mount Holly Cemetery. The cemetery was so beautiful and will have a post all to itself later on. That evening, we strolled through and ate dinner in downtown Little Rock.
We were in an area called the Argenta Arts District. The artistic flavor felt a little manufactured to me. I mean, the neighborhood hadn't gotten that way by accident; it had obviously been cultivated. Still, it was really pretty.
These big flowerboxes lined the streets.
And their "under construction" sign looked like this.
And this was "Earth Mother," a big sculpture almost directly across the street from our bed-and-breakfast.
I still have not bought Mom a gift for Mother's Day, and I'm not sure what to get her. Hm.