Friday, October 30, 2015

Professor Land

On Michelle's move to join Greg in Columbia, the car breaks down and I drive the pair and the contents of the car to their home in "professor land", South Carolina.

Our oldest son, Greg, recently began his job as Assistant Professor of Computer Sciences at the University of South Carolina.  His wife, Michelle, who worked as an electrical engineer in Minneapolis, was able to keep her job as a software developer and move with Greg to South Carolina.  I was more than happy to help and see their new home.

The Palmetto tree is the state tree of South Carolina. While not quite a palm tree, I thought I could get away with the palm tree paper!


Wednesday, October 21, 2015


My magic potion, no matter the season, is time with Bob.  The beautiful scenery is therapeutic too.  Pictures from Teter Lake, Prickett's Fort, the Reservoir, home, Casselman and Route 19.


Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Nashville Wouldn't Be Nashville

The Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics Annual Meeting 2015 was in Nashville, Tennessee.  I love to attend the conference and expo, and especially like when Bob can go with me.  This year I got Bob a "guest" pass, which gave him access to the opening session and the 300 + exhibits.  

We drove to Nashville, taking our time and staying half-way going and coming.  While the weather was cold and raining on opening day, the rest of the trip was warm.  We dined every evening on Broadway Street, where there are country music performers providing entertainment in most of the establishments.  As a Nutrition Network Blogger and Stone Soup Blogger, I was invited to two receptions (both on rooftops) and Bob and I got to enjoy appetizers and I tasted some pomegranate moonshine.  

The verse is from song lyrics by Tim McGraw:

"It'd be just another river town.
Streets would have a different sound.
There'd be no honky tonks with whiskey rounds,
No dreamers chasing dreams down.
No tourists takin' in the sights,
No stetsons under Broadway lights,
No pickers playin' for pocket change,
No rhinestone boots in an old church stage.

You know it's true. . . 
Nashville wouldn't be Nashville
Without you."