tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31904548524929853962011-04-21T21:32:32.247-05:00Ethel and Lester Veeblefester live life on the edge. The edge of the couch, that is. Their life together is loosely based on that of Clare and Harry Midgley and their children and grandchildren.Ethel Veeblefesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057422389845834540noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190454852492985396.post-71038286893513398372007-12-09T17:31:00.000-06:002007-12-09T17:51:41.343-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruhrtNyZ8cA/R1x7MG2llXI/AAAAAAAAABE/6s6wxmqN2lo/s1600-h/driveway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruhrtNyZ8cA/R1x7MG2llXI/AAAAAAAAABE/6s6wxmqN2lo/s200/driveway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120322478478706" border="0" /><br /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Yesterday, Saturday, we awoke to a fine drizzle which froze as soon as it hit a surface. What looks like wet pavement in our driveway is slick ice. Today we woke to about 1/4 inch of ice/snow and it's very quiet since no one is going out.<br /><br />This reminds me of the time when Lester and I were newly married about 99 years ago. We were living in Germany and were going to be alone for Thanksgiving so we decided to go antiquing. Not that we had any money to buy anything but we knew we would stumble over a Van Gogh for 25 pfennings, so merrily we went. Now, you know we didn't find it or we'd all be living on the beach somewhere. On the way home, a dense fog rolled in and I spent the last hour or so of the drive leaning out the door of our little VW station wagon, trying to see the white line on the side of the road so we didn't drive OFF the road. We didn't dare stop because we would have been smashed by the next car in line. We arrived home late in the evening and had tuna sandwiches and wine for dinner. That was our second Thanksgiving together. No, our third. The first one was before we were married.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3190454852492985396-7103828689351339837?l=purpleconfetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethel Veeblefesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057422389845834540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190454852492985396.post-63202188551931340462007-12-06T14:54:00.000-06:002007-12-09T17:39:19.845-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruhrtNyZ8cA/R1xJeG2llWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t7t0sjysDxU/s1600-h/eating_two.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruhrtNyZ8cA/R1xJeG2llWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t7t0sjysDxU/s320/eating_two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142065656134735202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Our next-to-the-youngest grandson, Garrison, shows off his 4 new teeth</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >, along with a mouthful of apple and toast.</span><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3190454852492985396-6320218855193134046?l=purpleconfetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethel Veeblefesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057422389845834540noreply@blogger.com0