Wahoo! Wednesday

Wow, the weeks go fast when you write weekly wahoo posts. It seems like just yesterday that I risked my life by quickly pulling over to snap a smiling cardinal (see last week's wahoo post, if you don't know what I'm referring to). And, here it is . . . Wednesday, again. Gosh.

Just typing up the day of the week (Wednesday, for those of you with amnesia) makes me think . . .

1. Wahoo! for the ability to spell. I say that because Wednesday is tricky to type and I know spelling doesn't come naturally to everyone. In our household, we're 50/50 - two who can spell easily and two who know how to ask. We have a saying in this household: "If you can't spell, be sure to get the kind of job that involves hiring a secretary."

2. This is a biggie. Thank the wahoo heavens I didn't end up on I-20 in the westbound lanes, today:


Kiddo took this photo, since I was a bit busy driving. There must have been a major accident blocking both lanes, as the highway was jammed up when I took the kiddo to swim practice at 3:00 and when we returned home from swimming, nothing had changed. Except for the fact that people were standing around on the highway, chatting. Oh, wow, did I feel for them. Been there, done that. I-20 is in serious need of expansion to 6 lanes.

Update: Hubby says a barge hit the Mississippi River bridge and they had to shut it down to inspect. Double wahoo for not accidentally getting into that jam, then. You know that had to take some time.

3. Wahoo! for hummingbirds! I love hummingbirds!!! I have recently taken up the quest for the perfect hummingbird photo. It has to have just the right color balance, you see, with the lovely green feathers lit up and a good splash of color from the flowers . . . and it has to be sharp, nice and sharp - no fuzziness apart from the wing blurring. Okay, I admit to a perfection problem. But, boy am I having fun trying to get that perfect shot! I'm not there, yet, but I've gotten some pretty nice snaps, lately. This one's not clear, but I love the look of determination:


4. Wahoo! for trips down memory lane. Must elaborate and this is a bit weird:

I had a jasmine-scented grandmother.

You know how certain people have a distinctive scent and it sticks in your memory, long after they're gone? Well, I never knew what exactly it was that my grandmother smelled like, but I bought some white tea and jasmine bath salts and when I poured them into the tub . . . oh, my gosh. It smelled like my grandmother. After I got over the initial freak-out, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the memory of her utterly cool home, which was like a museum - an unbelievable treasure trove. My grandmother never threw anything away (I apparently inherited the Packrat Gene from her) and the contents of her house went back seemingly forever. I won't tell you about the greedy relatives who walked off with truckloads of valuables because that's too distressing. What I pictured was the contents, intact, and the fun my sister and I (sometimes a cousin or two) had tossing things into the little laundry chute that went down to her basement, then zipping downstairs to fetch them. I loved those days.

And, now a warning:

If you go to the Blogger's opening page, there's an article about Blogger Play - a new feature where you can watch the photos being loaded to Blogger in real time. I warn you, it is addictive. And, also, it's not something you want to sit and watch with little kids standing behind you, because you never know when some inappropriate photos will pop up, but . . . the cute babies, the happy people, the weddings, the breathtaking scenery!!! Oh, wow, is it addictive. I'm just telling you. Watch out.


Riiiiiight.

May many wahoos rain down upon you,

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