Sunday, August 2, 2015

The End

I don't know how people who blog everyday for years do it. I have posted over two hundred times, (212) believe it or not and have gotten about 25 or so comments since my one blog buddy in France moved back to England and her her family. How do those bloggers find time to do so much? Just younger thanI or just more organized?

I still find myself taking pictures and thinking of things I would like to say, but I think that I will just keep a journal or diary and not post- although I did have some deep thoughts today that were blog worthy but they had no pictures and most people only look at the pictures anyway.

I have enjoyed these little chats and, as ever, I would love to hear from you. I am still painting and working on the house and taking care of the hound dog and Bella, and Dean is getting better but still is not supposed to lift more than five pounds so I am still doing the heavy lifting (what a hoot).

I still believe with all my heart that all will be well.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

summer days

Summer days seem to fly by so fast. Oh, who am I kidding - at this age all days seem to fly by. Yesterday, though, was a day fuller and longer than usual. What made yesterday long?  When I was putting away freshly laundered sheets I looked in the linen closet and was horrified to see mold on the walls.

DH's shoulder injury from months ago still prevents him from doing many things so I knew that the demolition, at least, was my job. I emptied the closet, putting things on our bed. (Why I didn't immediately clean off other surfaces and put them there is a mystery. )I got my trusty little hammer and started in. The first shelf came out fairly easily but for the next I had to cut the caulking and use a big brass hammer - it took both hands. I am sure that my hands, which have never regained all their strength from after the wrist breaks a few years ago, are stronger now!. The third shelf had been cut a little short ("measure twice, cut once" was not applied ) and the caulk was a huge rope. By this level I was on a ladder and thinking mean thoughts. The topmost level was a piece of cake, thank goodness. 


In my bedroom

and more

and a little more

The shelves have to be stripped and cleaned with bleach. There is always fun to be had around here. After the shelves were out I ripped out the thin masonite on the wall and discovered this. 

The culprit. When A/C was added it was not insulated. The grey and white is the A/c to the upstairs (where it almost cools one room) and the tan is the back of the living room wall. Thank goodness there is no mold there!

This is what I had planned to do. Ha!But there will be another day and actually, I sneaked a few minutes in the rocker with my glass of iced coffee this morning. 

All will be well

Friday, July 10, 2015

Visiting Sweden!

Here is a little heads up. If you have ever thought about going to Sweden or even if you haven't, please go to Mary Ann Moss is in Sweden and posting lovely photos and write-ups. You will feel like you are there! Don't miss it!!

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Life with Bobo

Bella was a puppy 12 years ago. I had forgotten some things about puppies when the lady in Home Depot saw the word "sucker" on my forehead.

Yesterday when Bo woke up I jumped up and said "let's go out" in as chipper a voice as I could manage. "Just a minute", he said, and went into the bathroom to pee on the bathmat which someone had left on the floor. Then he went out and peed and pooped.

Or he goes outside and then remembers on re-entering that he didn't quite finish and leaves a puddle on the floor.

How can a little dog produce so much waste product?
All that playing and jumping just wears a boy out! If I am carrying something made of fabric I have to carry it at waist level. Bobo will jump to get any string, cloth, rug, your clothes, your towel - whatever you are carrying. It makes getting dressed, loading the washer, unloading the washer, loading the dryer, emptying the dryer, etc, etc, and so forth a more interesting time consuming task. Efficiency eshmenciency he says.

On the other hand, if I let him on the bed he will help me play Words With Friends. So far we are doing well. 

He was a handful, now he is an armful. We wonder, wonder how big he will get. Also, who wrote the book of love. 

After many puddles and feeling the need to bathe without worrying about the house being destroyed, we got a crate. He is not unhappy to go there for a while and only whines for a minute or two when we put him in for the night. Someone usually gets up on the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and takes him out. I take him out before I go to bed.  

This very nice oriental Asian-style rug was by the back  door but I have deduced that the lady who had him first, who said that he had never been outside, meant just what she said because Bobo thinks that rugs were made to pee on and even after I had rolled this one but left it on the floor ready to cart upstairs, he recognized "rug" and used it. Sigh. 

See him looking carefully at the dining room rug? Do you have any doubts about what he has in mind?

That door leads into the living room and another carpet. The stairs lead well, upstairs.When I  find a moment the suitcase (unpacked from our vacation days ago) and the out-of-season clothes will go upstairs but  I  must find a moment when my helper is tired and I am not! .

I did manage to get to the studio yesterday to work on the scene of the Italian countryside which the big canvas has become. I also moved some things around to make a better work station. I hope that DH  can do a little puppy sitting today so that I can get a little more work done. 

Even though I am a southerner and for years saw the confederate flag as the symbol of the south as homeland and as a something that wasn't "yankee", to me it was not serious, just kind of what drew us together when the rest of the country thought we were stupid, etc.  It wasn't until I was grown and took another look that I realized that the flag was hurtful to people. I didn't see it flown in public until sometime in the 70s. I have long thought that it needed to be packed away in the attic with other symbols of the past,; I was glad and thankful to see that it has come down in SC and AL. 
The reaction of the Mother Emmanuel Church was amazing and beautiful. What Godly people. I can only pray that I can live my faith as they are doing. 

All will be well, 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015


Sara bought some extensions for her hair, newly cut and beautifully grey, and she and Jenny played with them inly to decided that they didn't really look good, so I got to play. With Jenny's help I have a new hairdo. 
I just thought that you might like a giggle. I wore this all day today, swimming, shopping and just hanging around. It is in there to stay for a while! It feels weird sometimes but sometimes I forget about it. Speaking of forgetting, today I got in the pool with my hearing aids in! Fortunately I went down the ladder and splashed in with a big noodle float under me and my head didn't go under. I nearly had a heart attack when I started to scratch my ear and felt the tube that goes from receiver to microphone (from behind the ear to in the ear). Buying new aids is not in the budget!

All will be well, 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


You can find so much on the internet. Apparently potatoes are famous fire starters when combined with a microwave. AND, fire scorches can be removed with nail polish remover or Simple Green. We had the polish remover so that was the choice and it worked! Clean microwave!

All will be well

Monday, June 15, 2015

Something New

We just learned how to make fire a new way. You might not have all the equipment, but if you do, here is the method. You will need:
Left over fried potatoes
Corelle salad plate
microwave with which you are not familiar.

Put potatoes on plate and put them in the microwave. Set microwave for 1 minute. Start something else so that you don't realize that more than one minute has passed and the microwave is still running. When you mother and sister call your attention to the smoke filling the kitchen open the microwave door. Quickly step back to remove yourself from the flames pouting out the door. Blow on the fire then close the door. Watch until the flames subside.

By this time we were all three in the kitchen and laughing. While we were laughing the air conditioner came on and cooled the plate which then exploded, sending all of us in the air a few inches with surprise. Jenny didn't know if she set it for 10 minutes or 11.

We haven't been able to clean the mess so will be talking to the manager about a new microwave tomorrow.

All will be well,