Tuesdays With Tag - Ridin' In The Rain...

Taggart The Handsome - October 11, 2021

Hi, Everybody!

My pictures this week pretty much cover it. Mom took me on a road trip - and it was rainin' the whole trip. It was so great to go with Mom, but rain makes me sleepy. Does it make you sleepy, too?

ROAD TRIP!!!

 

Well, instead of takin' a nap, we hit the road. Not for real. It's just a figure of speech. She strapped my harness on me, and then strapped me onto the seat belt thingy. We were on our way.

Where We Goin', Mom?

 

So, as long as I was  goin' with her, I thought it would be nice to know where we were goin'. She said it was just gonna be a short trip. Sure.  

Another Stop

It seemed like we were in the car for forever! We stopped at the Primitive Gatherin's store to get Mom's newest Wool Box. Then we went to the glasses store. (Mom didn't choose any this trip.) 

Then, we stopped at the furniture store so Mom could see the sofa sample like the one she and Dad picked out. (They're waitin' for it to get made and then delivered.) She came back to the car with a spring in her step. She found out that the completion date for us has changed from November 15th to November FIRST! Mom was so excited! Instead of waitin' six weeks, it looks like it will only be three. I couldn't wait to get home to tell Bella and Carly. We're gettin' a new couch! WOOO HOOO!

Are We Home Yet?

 

The excitement was short-lived, 'cuz we ended up in the car for another couple hours while Mom made stops and I waited. Then, after all her errands were done, we still had about 5,000 miles to drive before we got back home. There was a silver linin' in the rain clouds, though.

Mom stopped at Culver's and I got to have a couple french fries. That made up for all the nap interruptions. Culver's fries are the best! 

We got home, and told Dad all about our excitin' news. Then, Dad looked at the clock and told us it was dinnertime for Boo, The Kid and me! BOOYAH! After we ate, I told the girls the good news about our new couch. They got excited, too.

Well, the day spent with Mom was fun, but I was really glad to get back home again. You know the old sayin'...There's no place like home. (Just don't call me "Toto".)

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then..."Corgi On, Corgi Strong!" 

Our Cousin...

Dad's Cousin and Me

I just received this image in my inbox over the weekend. This is the picture from my visit with my cousins a week ago Saturday. Remember, I met with Dad's cousin, her son (closer to my age), and his daughter  that day.

Dad's cousin was born a few short months after he was, and she told me they even attended the same high school (in different classes because of their age difference). We shared memories, while she and her son took copious notes. Her son said the information was coming so fast it was like "drinking water from a fire hose". I admit, we packed a lot of stories and facts into our few short hours together. We promised we'd get together again soon.

Before we parted ways, her son wanted to take a picture of his mom and me together. She resisted, saying she hates having her picture taken. I'm so glad we convinced her to sit for this one. Her smile is contagious, and now we have her beautiful face to put with her name when I share our visit with my siblings who've yet to meet her.

Do you hate having your picture taken, too? Let me tell you what I said to her. When you're gone, memories, stories and your pictures will be all that's left of you for your family and friends. They'll be the proof that you were ever here. No one will care what you weighed, how many wrinkles you have, what color your hair is, what you're wearing, or whether or not your smile is crooked. What they'll remember is the love, laughter, and time...mostly time...they shared with you. 

So, please. If you're "photograph hesitant" or "photograph resistant", stop. Jump right in front of the camera. Share your best smile. Let people see the life in your eyes. Let your light shine. You owe it to everyone who knows and loves you. Forget about the haters. They don't matter. What matters is that you are here. It won't always be that way, and letting someone take your picture is leaving a part of you for someone to embrace when you're gone. Proof that you once lived a glorious life on this earth. 

I'm looking forward to my next visit with our cousins. I'm already planning what I'll take with me on my next trip to see them. Not only a written family tree of my father's descendants, but also pictures. Photographs I'm quite sure they don't have of our shared ancestors; my great grandfather, and my grandfather (who is her uncle)...and a few more of my Dad. More proof that they were here - to share with  their ancestors.

Sunday Scripture…

1 Corinthians 13:13 via Christian _Quote