It has been a quiet weekend,
one that I've needed badly.
I had intended to paint, clean, unpack.
Instead, I've done very little.
I did hang some pictures in my boy's room.
I'm doing a nautical room.
My photos will not download.
Again, computer issues.
This is as close to Americana as I could do this year.
Picking cotton and canning is definitely an American pasttime.
Mr. H will be grilling ribs and smoking a Boston Butt tomorrow.
I just found out today that no one around here calls the pig a "Boston Butt."
It's just BBQ, brisket or pulled pork.
This is one of the homes we saw on our tour around Beaufort, SC.
I'll be sharing more in a few days.
A waving American flag and the Star, Spangled Banner
always brings me tears and chill bumps.
Tomorrow we are chilling it with Mr. H grilling it.
Since I tend to get all stressed about having everything perfect
and creating a big event which normally brings on panic and mania,
we have told the kids to come when they want, bring what they want,
and we'll have what we want.
I have children who are polar extremes.
One wants everything prompt and right on time, everything organized
and the other is a little/much/too laid back.
They drive each other crazy. I have this horrible fear
that these difference will one day divide them.
I guess I am living my own reality with family.
That's the little bit of the stress that has come with living here.
Tomorrow is a step in learning to relax.
Thanking God for the freedoms we enjoy daily.
BTW, Tennessee loves fireworks. Our neighbors put on a big show!
It was nearly professional!