THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES

The way the cookie crumbles at my house is usually down the inside of my Lazy Boy and onto the floor. Jilli has learned, in her neverending quest for stray crumbs, that when Dad has cookies, there are crumbs for the taking if you look in the right places.

Here's Jilli looking in the right place because that's the way the cookie crumbled that night.


Two hours were spent with a professional photographer yesterday taking Grace's fourth birthday photographs. The Sun Dial Bridge, pictured here, was one of the backdrops for the photos.

We finished about 2. Before we left Grace had ice cream at the park cafe across from the bridge, Candace and our photographer had coffee, I just enjoyed the sights.


We'll be heading for Brookings in about a week. This picture was taken on our last trip to Brookings in July. It was interesting to watch the elderly couple next to where we were parked. They camped in a converted van spending much of their time sitting and enjoying the ocean just as they are in this picture.

I'd find that arrangement more than confining. A little bit of togetherness like that goes a long way in this family. Each of us likes our space. A 30 foot fifth wheel even though about 240 square feet, is just enough space for the two of us.


Today is officially Veteran's Day. This shot of Mt. Rushmore is a reminder for each of us to do all we can to let freedom ring in American each and every day of the year. If you voted last Tuesday that's certainly a great step in that direction.

It's raining here today and it's Saturday pizza night. Great day for a fire, skip the book by the hearth in favor of war movies on the telly topping this day off with homemade pizza pie.

While I flip the dough for the pizza in the air and pretend that I'm Dean Martin by singing in my off key way:

When the moon hits your eye like a big-a pizza pie

That's amore

When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine

That's amore

Bells'll ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you'll sing "Vita bella"

Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay

Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool joost-a like pasta fazool

That's amore

When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love

When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreamin',

signore'scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore

(When the moon hits your eye like a big-a pizza pie, that's amore)

That's amore(When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore)

That's amoreBells will ringting-a-ling-a-lingting-a-ling-a-lingAnd you'll sing

"Vita bella"Vita bell-vita bellaHearts will playtippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay

Like a gay tarantellaLucky fellaWhen the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool

That's amore (that's amore)

When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love

When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming, signore'scusa me, but you see,

back in old Napoli, that's amoreAmore

That's amore

Happy Saturday!