Buttering our Scotch

The Military Tattoo* in Edinburgh is something George has always wanted to see/hear/attend. So when the Tauck brochure arrived, I said, "Let's do it!" That was, I promise, long before we even had a clue that Lisa and family were going to England and Scotland for her 50th birthday and for their 25th wedding anniversary. Our respective travel plans will merge in Edinburgh for one day two weeks from today.....what are the odds of that?????

And what are the odds of the online Tattoo update saying, in paragraph 4:

"Show-stopping turns are expected from the United States as the Citadel Band from Charleston, South Carolina will present an inspiring musical display which has enlivened events across the globe." 

For the record, the Citadel and the Virginia Military Institute have been arch rivals for years. My VMI Keydet, on hearing that we were going to be 'inspired AND enlivened' by the Citadel Band said a very bad word. We are going anyway.

Perhaps next year we can all meet at the Dodge Poetry Festival!?

 

*Military Tattoo, you ask? That's thousands of bagpipes from all over the world in one place.....or a billion fingernails scratching across a blackboard all at once.....depending on how you feel about the pipes.

Stone Harbor 2010

I have been working on THE list.....A list.....SEVERAL lists.....ok.....MANY lists for our upcoming one week by the sea in Stone Harbor. One week! I have a collection of lists from years back in almost every drawer, in almost every nook and cranny of the house. Since 1971. Some are even clever and cutsie. Some are sadly simple. Some are trite and way overdone. The 1978 list spells mayonnaise wrong. That's fine with me; only one of us eats mayonnaise anyway.

So I thought: no more lists.

What we need, we'll get.

What we want, we'll find.

What we can't afford, we'll do without.

That pretty much sums up living anywhere, anytime, doesn't it?

(I'm not that secure: the toilet paper is already packed.)