Friends, Fried Dumplings and a little Fandango
In the midst of tropical storm Imelda, we snuck off for a little fun. All the way to Decatur for an English country dance weekend.
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In the midst of tropical storm Imelda, we snuck off for a little fun. All the way to Decatur for an English country dance weekend.
Continue reading →In Austen’s Mansfield Park, Tom talks about ‘raising a little theater’ paralleling it to the idea of raising a little hell.
Continue reading →Family letters and remembrances tell us that Jane Austen played a variety of games with her young nieces an nephews, and was quite good at many of them, including bilboquet.
Continue reading →This has happened to me before, so it really should not have surprised me. But I had hopes that just maybe this would be the time that Garmin would not hate me. Nope, no such luck. Garmin hates me. Utterly and completely. Garmin simply hates me. Usually, whenever we take a trip, we share the long highway driving hours, but once we get to the fiddly bits as we close in on our destination, I … Continue reading →