A beautiful day. Poppy and Charlotte finished a fence. Carrie visited with the boys. Spencer stayed and went to lunch and a nature walk with us
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Blues and Oysters
Blues bands and an oyster roast this afternoon at Home Team Bbq. Maddie ate oysters and Charlotte had a pulled pork platter. We stopped for yogurt on the way home.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Spring is in the air!
We woke up to heavy rains and thunder this morning at 5:30 am. The drive to Beaufort was slow until below Ravenel. The sun was out the rest of the day and the temperature was in the low 70s.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
President's Day
We had a holiday from school and work. Brunch at Bagel Nation where I cried when I read the news of Pat Conroy. Charlotte was quite sympathetic. She has not read much of Mr. Conroy's work, but has seen most of the movie adaptations. Some time on Folly watching the surfers this dreary day.
I celebrated my 70th birthday in October and realized that I’ve spent my whole writing life trying to find out who I am and I don’t believe I’ve even come close. It was in Beaufort in sight of a river’s sinuous turn, and the movements of its dolphin-proud tides that I began to discover myself and where my life began at fifteen.
I have recently been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. With the help of the wonderful people at M.D. Anderson I intend to fight it hard. I am grateful to all my beloved readers, my friends and my family for their prayers. I owe you a novel and I intend to deliver it.
Much love,
Pat Conroy
My publisher, Nan A. Talese, will forward mail
Pat Conroy
c/o Doubleday, 1745 Broadway, 13th floor, New York, NY 10019
DDAYPub@randomhouse.comh if Mr. Conroy's work, but has seen most of the movie adaptations. then over to Folly to watch the surfers on this stormy day.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
SEWE Sunday this Valentine's Day.
Early mass, the rest of the day at the various venues of the Southeastern Wildlife Expo. It was so shivering cold that we took a shuttle bus from Marion Square back to our parking garage.