Sunday, February 26, 2012

GIRL TIME, PLUS ONE OLD GUY

This weekend, Debra and I hosted a wild weekend with Daisy, Baylee, Ally and Rylie. This is not the first time we've done this.




It started Friday, when I drove to Brookings, took Belinda out to lunch, spent a couple of hours on the beach with Josh and Neo, picked up Daisy and Ally from school, then returned to the House on Hybiscus.

After returning home, we got Baylee and Rylie and our weekend began. Friday night was low key, eating pizza and watching recorded episodes of last week's American Idol.

Saturday was busy, spending a couple of hours at a place called Kid Zone, then heading to the theater to watch Journey 2: The Mysterious Island in 3-D.

Today, we went to church, enjoyed a fine dining experience at Taco Bell, then returned all four girls to their parents.

As expected, it was all fun!





Nana cooked scrambled eggs and pancakes for breakfast on Saturday morning.






Kid Zone included 60,000 cubic feet of tunnels for crawling. Rylie and Ally are shown above and Baylee and Daisy are shown below.






Daisy, Ally, Rylie and Baylee in a rope cage.








Stationary bicycles controlled a video game.








The big sister team defeated the little sister team in a game of air hockey.






Two minutes before leaving for church.



Sunday, February 19, 2012

DEDICATING TYLER BRUCE

Today, our youngest grandson, Tyler Bruce, was dedicated to the Lord by his parents at their church near Portland.

Unfortunately, we were not able to leave town and attend the service this weekend. But Bethany sent us a link so we could watch the dedication live from home on our computer.






Watching the entire Weathersby family take the stage for Tyler's dedication.









Pastor Brett holds Tyler while the rest of the family looks on. Except for Naomi who scopes out the audience.






During Pastor Brett's dedicatory prayer, in which people are supposed to close their eyes, Naomi waves at someone in the congregation who is apparently also not closing their eyes but waving at her instead. It was fun to notice Devon, who was apparently peeking at Naomi when he was also supposed to be closing his eyes. When Naomi waved at the audience (more than once), Devon gave her a gentle nudge which probably meant, "Quit waving and close your eyes". But since I don't have the gift of "interpretation of nudges", I'm only guessing.




Saturday, February 4, 2012

THE 2012 ROSTER

Papa + Nana + 2 Generations = The following:





1. Daisy

December 1999

Courtesy of Josh and Belinda

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2. Baylee

November 2000

Courtesy of Gordon and Josie


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3. Ally

December 2001

Courtesy of Josh and Belinda



_______________________________


4. Rylie

May 2002

Courtesy of Gordon and Josie



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5. Silas

June 2002

Courtesy of Tim and Bethany



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6. Devon

June 2004

Courtesy of Tim and Bethany



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7. Hunter

July 2005

Courtesy of Ben and Tracy



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8. Neo

February 2007

Courtesy of Josh and Belinda



_________________________


9. Makiah

July 2007

Courtesy of Gordon and Josie



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10. Naomi

August 2007

Courtesy of Tim and Bethany



_____________________________


11. Alexia

October 2010

Courtesy of Gordon and Josie



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12. Tyler

December 2011

Courtesy of Tim and Bethany



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Thursday, January 19, 2012

DEJA VU FOR TWO

Debra and I were married ten years ago today. After our wedding, we spent the night at the highest room in the Rogue Valley, on the ninth floor of the historic Ashland Springs Hotel. Tonight, we revisited the same hotel, went out to a movie and ate out at an Italian restaurant.


I also presented Debra with a new wedding ring. She has been unable to wear her original wedding ring because of a skin reaction to the gold in the band. She is now able to wear a ring that is compatible with her sensitive skin.








Debra's new ring is more sparkly than this photo indicates.





Looking up from the sidewalk, our room is behind the top left three windows.









Our view from the south window of our room. The building at the end of the street on the left side is the Oregon Cabaret Theatre.





The movie we attended was showing at the Varsity Theater, located on the same block as the hotel, and seen here from another window on the ninth floor.






Sharing a chair in Room 910.






Sharing the same chair ten years ago.






Sitting on a corner of the bed in Room 910.






Sitting on the same corner ten years ago.




Saturday, January 14, 2012

SISTERS ON STAGE

When Debra and I visited Josh and Belinda and the kids last month, we were able to watch both Daisy and Ally audition for parts in the play, Pinocchio. They both ended up getting parts and today we took Rylie with us for a trip to Brookings to watch the play.

After the play, Josh's mom invited about a dozen of us who attended the play to her house to eat food, to visit and to watch some football. Then we drove back home.

Daisy and Ally were outstanding on stage and the day trip to Brookings could not have been more fun.






The program cover.







Along the way, Debra and Rylie and I stopped at a rest area next to the Highway 199 tunnel.







Daisy was cast as Lorenza the Magnifica and Ally was cast as Carlotta the Puppeteer.







As the audience waits for the play to begin, Neo looks toward the stage while Rylie and Debra read the program.






Neo shows me the program.





Lorenza the Magnifica speaks to Pinocchio.







Carlotta works her puppet.






Both Daisy and Ally had their bios printed in the program.





Debra read the program before I did and said, "Bruce, you need to see what Daisy's bio says." I took the program, read the bio, and immediately got a lump in my throat.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

LEARNING TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Very few men in their seventh decade of life are into the music of Taylor Swift. I am no exception. I am more into the music of the Beatles, or Simon and Garfunkel, or Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Mostly, I am into the music of singers who are either old or dead.

But I am also very much into our grandchildren. And one of our grandchildren, Baylee, has been playing guitar for a little over a year now and she is into the music of Taylor Swift. In fact, a couple of months ago she gave me a song sheet of a Taylor Swift Christmas song and asked me if I’d perform it with her in front of the family on Christmas day. But before we performed it, I prepared a sing-along video so that Baylee and I could each practice it individually from our own homes on YouTube before playing it for the family.

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Then I thought it might be fun to put together one more Taylor Swift song, along with lyrics and guitar chords, and post that one on YouTube, too. Now Baylee can learn one more song in this particular genre. And this may very well be the last Taylor Swift song I’ll ever be learning, goo goo g’joob.


To learn this song:
(1) Pick up a guitar
(2) Place a capo on the first fret
(3) Click here




Monday, January 2, 2012

DEATH OF A TREE

This is how our tree looked during the summer of 2005, when I was building a mowing strip around the lawn and a hedge along the sidewalk...



This is how our tree looks today...





This is how our tree looked in the spring of 2009, just after Rich painted our house...






This is how our tree looked in the fall of 2009, just before I raked some of its leaves...




This is what our former tree location looks like today...





This is why I cut down the tree...


The dark spots are disease.


A few years ago, I had noticed what appeared to be a mushroom growing from the side of the tree. I went to the local grange to see if I could repair the tree by cutting out the diseased section and somehow sealing it. They told me that the disease could not be repaired and that the tree would eventually die.


I feared that the tree might someday meet its ultimate demise by falling, fully loaded with leaves, directly into our house. To avoid such a potential disaster, I cut it down.