Dear Abby: Do you know why people nowadays feel the need to announce their pregnancies via ultrasound pictures? I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to see all that. I guess some folks think the image of a blurry, black-and-white fetus is “darling.” But to me, all I see is an up-close-and-personal snapshot of a stranger’s uterus. Even if we’re best friends, I don’t need all that detail. TMI, right?
Casey, an 11-year-old Shih Tzu, is an enthusiastic Seahawks fan. He loves to watch the Hawks play on TV, and proudly wears his team scarf on game day. Casey’s owners are Richard and Shirley Ehrenberg of Wenatchee.
Dear Abby: The issue of thank-you notes comes up often in your column. May I share how I learned to write them? When I was young, my mother asked me one day why I was so resistant. I said I hated addressing them and I never knew what to say! It was overwhelming to me.
WENATCHEE — A Taizé evening service, a time of silence, song, prayer and reflection, will be held at 6:30 p.m. Sunday at Brethren-Baptist Church United, 535 Okanogan Ave. The service is sponsored by the communities of the Brethren-Baptist United Church and St. Luke’s Episcopal Church and is open to the public.
When David Sutton explains the fine points of photographing a cat, you listen. One of the most skilled pet and portrait photographers in the business, he’s had his work exhibited around the world, and he has a steady stream of four-legged clients visiting his Evanston, Ill., studio. (Take a peek at his website, suttonstudios.com .)
Dennis Jaspers, left, drives a team of Haflinger horses past the Cashmere Cemetery and around road traffic Wednesday, with passengers Jim and Siegi Willems. They are returning back to the Willems’ house up Brender Canyon after passing through downtown Cashmere. They have been taking the horses, owned by the Willems, out throughout the summer to train them for the upcoming Oktoberfest and Autumn Leaf festivals in Leavenworth.
Dear Abby: When I was a child, my parents skipped my elementary school graduation. For that matter, everyone did. My grandfather had just died, so Mom was mourning his loss. Fast-forward a few years — nobody attended my junior high graduation, either. Granted, Mom had a couple of stitches in her nose because my brother had accidentally hit her with a golf club the week before.