Perfection
Such a loaded word. Perfect. It implies no errors. Somehow above others. Without flaws.
Feel free to giggle at this being associated with me.
Jenn in Holland gave me a gift of Perfect Post for July for what I wrote about Norm. This from a woman who wins more awards, and reads more blogs, than humanly possible. To get this from her is an honor. To get this about someone I admire even doubly so.
[Thanks to Momma K and Lindsay for hosting the Perfect Post awards. Check their sites for more Perfect Posts.]
But we also had a perfect weekend. Or as close to one as you can get. We journeyed to the capital of a neighboring state. It is a city on the move. We couldn't believe all the fun we could have a mere 40 minutes from home.
[Thanks to Momma K and Lindsay for hosting the Perfect Post awards. Check their sites for more Perfect Posts.]
But we also had a perfect weekend. Or as close to one as you can get. We journeyed to the capital of a neighboring state. It is a city on the move. We couldn't believe all the fun we could have a mere 40 minutes from home.
We saw a 5 day old giraffe (apparently we were following Alex Elliot's various men. They were visiting the baby the previous day). The zoo staff were begging people to be quiet in the "barn". My kids were silent for over 10 minutes. They didn't want to leave the baby. I didn't want to leave the silence.
We all rode on an old-fashioned carousel, complete with blinking lights, mirrors and the tinny 19th-century music. Then the people under 80 pounds each had a turn riding a real pony.
But the main reason we went to this town was the WaterFire. A combination of music, performance art and, yes, fire. It started with a half hour of ethereal music playing from speakers in the middle of the river.
Then a woman came out on a low boat, banging a gong.
Then a boat full of people in black clothing lit each pile of wood floating above the water. Soon the rippling water reflected the orange, red and yellow of the fire. The clouds parted and a full summer moon appeared.
Mr. SMID took the babes up to the hotel room and I got to sit in silence, again, listening to the music and crackling wood.
Fire dancing bright
Over rippling dark water
White, yellow, orange
Yes, I finally broke down and entered a Haiku for Leslie's Haiku Buckaroo contest. (As Jenn in Holland repeatedly asks "did you enter yet?")
11 comments:
OOOOOhhhh, I can't believe Jenn IH suckered you into the Haiku thing.
And congrats on the award! You definitely deserve it!
oh there won't be fireworks when we are going to be there :(. It looks really cool!
hehe. I love that you caved under pressure. I also love your Haiku. A lot.
The evening show sounds absolutely spectacular. I would have loved to sit by your side and see that. (I promise I would have been very quiet)
Yay! Big congrats!!! :)))
First off, your post on Norm was just stunning and you SO deserve that award. ;-)
And I've heard of waterfire and always wanted to go. It sounds magical.
That sounds like a heavenly day. Glad you got to enjoy it.
Big baby animals, fire on the water and QUIET. What more could you want?
That sounds VERY cool, SMID!
And congrats on the award... I agree with you about a certain American expat in Holland, too!
Congrats very well deserved.
Yay! I'm so glad you entered the contest. Your haiku is lovely. A lovely haiku for a lovely weekend.
Congratulations on your perfect post! It is certainly high praise coming from Jenn.
Congratulations on your award! That's so wonderful. As to the giraffes, I chuckled when I read your post. I guess great minds think a lot. Hmmm...I'll have to make sure my husband doesn't see this comment seeing as I had no knowledge of the zoo plans :)
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