Joie de Vivre

A Random Mind has started a meme:

If you could pick one photo that epitomizes joie de vivre, or quote one short piece of prose or poetry, or write one, what would it be?

Above you'll find my contribution... my dear hubby showing off the fruits of his snorkeling expedition. I love this man.



From Overheard in the Office:

Blocked writer: Do you know how hard it is to write a useful, edifying sermon when you've got "Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me" stuck in your head?

1701 Delancey
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Overheard by: Anne-Cara

Who wants to bet this was a Westminster student?



The hubby and I have just returned from a beautiful few days on Gasparilla Island, off the gulf coast of Florida. As you can tell from the photo (compliments of hubby), the sky was gray but the ocean was beautiful. We had one day of sunshine, which we used to full advantage: sunning, snorkeling, spotting dolphins and manatees, collecting shells, and flying an armada of brightly colored kites with my extended family. My dragon kite decided to perch in a palm tree, but was rescued by a knight in shining armor (ok, so it was my uncle in swim trunks), who climbed onto the roof of the condo to save it.

Friday was mostly rainy, but after Thursday's adventures, I actually enjoyed getting out of the sun for awhile and indulging in some of our odd family habits, like singing along to the soundtrack of The Happiest Millionaire (while recreating as best we could some of the movie's original choreography), and weaving potholders from cotton loops. For some reason, my sister, my cousin, and I were obsessed with making these potholders when we were kids. Seriously, we'd stay up to all hours of the night churning out potholders, our own little self-managed sweat shop. This time, we introduced our younger cousins to the tradition. Our potholder empire grows...



My husband is a much more reliable blogger than I am. For updates on the world's dorkiest rabbit (that would be Boo, and we have photos to prove it), my husband's beard, our recent car accident (no one was hurt), our new scooter, and various other odds and ends, visit the recently updated Davisonshire blog.

If you visit, please leave him a comment. He loves comments.


Bunnies and the Glory of God

"To us, rabbits embody divine whimsy. When God created the rabbit, it couldn't have been with a straight face."



One of the benefits of being married is that you have someone to help keep you level-headed when you're tempted to make an impulsive purchase. Sometimes, however, something comes along that is so irresistably adorable, so criminally cute, that it breaks the will of both husband and wife and results in the purchase of not one but two 8-week-old bunny rabbits.

Meet the latest additions to the Davison household, Scout and Boo. They like to run around the apartment, chew on books, carpet, pant legs, and anything else at rabbit level, hide under the couch, and make us late for work, and we think they're the greatest. They're also very playful and inquisitive, surprisingly affectionate, and litter-trained. And aren't they adorable?!



Much to my mom's delight (and perhaps surprise), Thomas and I have returned from our camping trip to Big Bend National Park with nary a bite, sting, or scrape. We weren't attacked by mountain lions, bears, javelinas, scorpions, tarantulas, or even mosquitos. We didn't have to use the snake bite kit she bought us before we left, or the mosquito head nets, or the bee sting ointment. We didn't fall off of any cliffs or tumble over any precipices. We didn't freeze to death, and we weren't set upon by marauding desert pirates in the middle of the night. (My mom, who by her own admission would rather have a stick poked in her eye than go camping, was a little concerned about us.)

But we survived, and we had a wonderful time. This was our first trip to west Texas, which included our first roadrunner and tumbleweed sightings. The tumbleweed really does tumble right across the road, just like it does in the movies! (The roadrunners, on the other hand, weren't quite like the one I'm most familiar with on T.V.)

We spent our first night in Marfa, Texas, an interesting little town that's partly small-town Texas and partly hip artist community. An odd mix. I'd be interested to spend a few more days there to get a better feel for what the town is really like. While we were there, we checked out the Marfa Mystery Lights, an allegedly unexplained phenomenon of lights appearing in the desert. Thomas found them very mysterious. I, on the other hand, think the Marfa Chamber of Commerce has found a creative way to capitalize on car headlights viewed from a distance.

The next three nights were spent camping in Big Bend National Park. It's really a beautiful park with a wide variety of landscapes. Our first night, we stayed at a campground in the Chisos Mountains (see photo above). Our next two nights were spent at a campground on the Rio Grande. During our days there, we took several hikes through these areas, as well as through the Chihuahuan Desert that makes up the rest of the park. We saw lots of birds and other wildlife -- turkeys, vermillion flycatchers, Mexican jays, cardinals, a family of javelinas (small pig-like animals), rabbits, chipmunks, deer, and a bobcat. We heard a lot of coyotes but never spotted one.

We did have a couple of minor adventures. We took a day hike in the mountains that turned into a dusk hike, which apparently is prime mountain lion prowling time in prime mountain lion prowling territory. I was pretty nervous on the trip back, especially when I noticed some movement on the trail ahead of us. Turns out it was a family group of about eight or ten javelina, with two baby javelinas in tow. I was still a little nervous, but these just crossed the trail one at a time, each one stopping to look at us and then scampering on its way when Thomas skittered a stone in its direction.

We also woke up one morning to find that our car had a flat tire. A fellow camper came to our rescue when we couldn't get the lug nuts off of the tire, and a park volunteer rescued us again when we discovered that our spare tire was flat. We finally managed to get the spare (fully inflated) on the car and drive to the nearest service station, about an hour's drive from our camp. They fixed it quickly and we were back on the trail by that afternoon.

All in all, a great camping trip. We're already trying to figure out when we can go back. You can see more photos at our Flickr site.