Writer's "blog"?

Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been in a very un-creative funk lately. So, I was discussing my plight with Goob tonight over a cup of coffee, and she asked me if I was suffering from “writer’s blog”. I guess I was, in a way, but I think she helped me snap out of it with her accidental wit. So, I guess I’ll start by recapping the weekend.

Dad and I made it over to Augusta National for Round 1 of the Masters on Thursday. That place is absolutely amazing. We were trying to come up with words to describe it, but none really seemed to do the trick. Understated elegance? Mystical? Eh…who knows. It’s just something that everyone should experience at some point. But I guess that’s part of the mystique…if everyone could experience it, would it be what it is? I think not.

Anyway. Friday we got up and drove to Tennessee for our second cousin’s son Steven’s wedding. Mom and Nee Nee drove up from Indianola, and we all converged at the Tournament Player’s Club in Memphis for the rehearsal dinner. It was really great to get to see the family and friends that we only see when there’s a wedding or something. They’re all really fun people. It was a bit disconcerting, however, to find that some members of the elderly are resorting to street gangs as a means of companionship.

We found some time on Saturday to ride by the home of The King, and we were able to eat at the Rendezvous (we love you Robert Jr.!). We also spent a few hours with our cousin John, Sally, and their kids…Clark, Hayes, & Gracen (as well as their friends, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael & April). So, without further ado, here are a few pics of the weekend, accompanied by dad’s favorite song. Gracen’s the baby…on the count of three…ready? 1…2…3…”Awwwwwww”.