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THE TREE IS STILL UP. It is January 12 and no thoughts of taking it down. Everything else is put away but the tree lingers. Makes for a lovely night light! Other projects are calling my name. The damaged basement is almost done. Now I’m painting some end tables and trying to find cushions for Read more about #167…Wife, Blogger, Gardener, Garage Saler, Stager…Commentator[…]
1st day in years I didn’t work all day. A rarity for me. OK I did work a little on Chuck’s family tree with compiling death certificates and finding wrong grave stones, but I sat and only taxed my mind, what is left of it. If you know my hub side kick, you’ll understand. I Read more about #166…Reading, Rriting, Repainting….The 3 “R’s”[…]
Antiquing is my reality check! Get me out of the house, mask in hand and let me dream! Imagination drives me, who knows where…..and almost puts Russ in tears. IMPORTANT FACTOID…I am reading “The Good Times” by Russell Baker and quote..”(Mr. (Randolph) Hearst always liked plenty of exclamation marks, dots and capital letters.)” Unquote. Methinks Read more about #165…Back to Sabbatical, in Therapy[…]
My new Granddog coming home to Florida from being rescued in North Carolina. I am already sooo in love with this 20 month old newfie….only because the owner became ill and went for a covid test…only because she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer instead, this puppykins is beginning a new life. Reflecting back to Read more about #164…A New Dog…ALL Things NEW[…]
Like Russ said yesterday, “we didn’t order up this pandemic. It’s not our fault.” Geez, how life has changed. I actually am at a loss of words. We now have had 3 deaths in our town in one day. For a small town as ours, that is a new thing. We were just talking last Read more about #163…A Dark Time…2020[…]
God has so many surprises for us! Who would have thunk the older I get, the more new roads open up before me and then in the middle of Mom in law going into hospice….Merry Christmas happens! I was born into an unwanting family to two young people who could not work things out. My Read more about #162…An Old Gal, OLD GLORY and a New Day![…]
Yes, why are these pictures in the same sentence? What sense do they make together? This has become the clutter of my mind. This is 2020. I am fast approaching the 1st year anniversary of my sabbatical, a plot to get my life in order and all loose ends tied. A two year plan designated Read more about #161…Gathering Thoughts[…]
Well, I don’t have to tip toe around anymore sneaking out to my flower plots to do some work UNNOTICED by you! I swear you slept with one ear up listening for ANYONE to throw your ball. Your life was about your toys. I don’t know if people could believe that you lay there for Read more about #160…A Letter to my Dog[…]
A new flower plot! ! ! Russ built it for Smokers where he died. My good friend Connie Bridgewater, gave me the flashy twirling flower and I decored with some of his favorite toys. My plan is no earth showing…..so here we go. A portion of cattle panel and the gate were left up, so Read more about #159…as The Tears fall, the Heart Remembers[…]
Smokers was a rescue dog. His owners had a baby girl and at the age of 2 they put her out on the grass to walk. He kept knocking her down because he wanted her to throw his ball. We each drove 60 miles to meet up. The man was in tears having had him Read more about #158…Thank you Lord For My Dog[…]
