I've been tagged by Sherry Goshon, whose blog is here:
http://sherrygoshon.blogspot.com/
Unfortunately, all the bloggers I know have already been tagged! I have no one left to tag, so I'll just fill in my seven random facts here.
The Rules:
Start with 7 random facts/habits about yourself. People who are tagged have to write their 7 things on their blog. Then choose another 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment to tell them they have been tagged and to read your blog ...
Here are my seven random facts:
1. "Life requires flowers" is one of my mottoes. I love flowers, and am never happier than when I can go into the yard and pick a bouquet. I'm especially fond of stargazer lilies, lilacs, lily of the valley and irises.
2. My middle name is Demerice. It was my grandmother's name, and I don't know anyone outside our family that has it. It is now my daughter's middle name, and her daughter's middle name.
3. I went to nine different schools -- my parents moved so much, just because my father wanted to, that on their 16th wedding anniversary, they had moved 16 times.
4. Just the other day I realized that I have been coloring my hair for the last 20 years. I don't even know what my natural color would be any more!
5. I have 50 first cousins. Both of my parents came from large families, obviously.
6. My vehicles have names. My current van is named Lucy. My previous vehicle (Isuzu Rodeo) was named Daphne (because Daphne "smelled like a blue name" -- don't ask me how my brain works), and my Trooper was Lizzie Merlot.
7. Despite my age (56) I still hope to go to college someday and study anthropology.
That's it!
I’m still Lolo’s Child, but pivoting a bit to embrace one of her battle cries, “Another Adventure.” Sharing life challenges in my seventh decade, but occasionally sharing art and joy, as well.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
A productive weekend!
This weekend was very productive, but very tiring. Our lot is a long and narrow corner lot, with most of the frontage sporting a landscaped focal/divider mound. (This landscape feature probably has a name, but I have no clue what it is!)
When we first looked at the house in August of 2004, the landscaping was very overgrown and weedy. Since we purchased in August of 2005, we have done a great deal of thinning, trimming and weeding. This weekend we decided it was finally time to discourage the weeds before they emerged, and to lay down a thick layer of mulch.
Gerry & I got two dump truck loads of mulch (20 yards, plus), and moved it all ourselves, with wheelbarrow, buckets, and a rake. Just to give you an idea of why this project took nearly two years, here are some before and after shots (remember, the before shots were taken nearly two years ago, and things haven't leafed out here yet this year):
Looking west, before:
When we first looked at the house in August of 2004, the landscaping was very overgrown and weedy. Since we purchased in August of 2005, we have done a great deal of thinning, trimming and weeding. This weekend we decided it was finally time to discourage the weeds before they emerged, and to lay down a thick layer of mulch.
Gerry & I got two dump truck loads of mulch (20 yards, plus), and moved it all ourselves, with wheelbarrow, buckets, and a rake. Just to give you an idea of why this project took nearly two years, here are some before and after shots (remember, the before shots were taken nearly two years ago, and things haven't leafed out here yet this year):
Looking west, before:
Looking west, after:
Looking east, toward house, before:
Note that we also had the pond dug last fall. Before this, it was a damp (at best) low spot that was very difficult to keep mowed and clean. Now we have deer, ducks, geese, and one lone frog. It's a start! This is just the main, long portion, which is all done. The other small portion at the narrow end of the lot is partially done. We probably have to get two loads of mulch in Gerry's little red truck, and will use half a day to finish that part.
Incidentally, I now know where the term "redneck" comes from. I have the reddest, most painful sunburned neck ever. My forearms are also nicely sunburned from elbow to wrist -- I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and gloves. I had the good sense to use sunscreen on my face, though. I look pretty silly today.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I love quizzes...
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio. | |
| The Inland North | |
| The Northeast | |
| The West | |
| Philadelphia | |
| The South | |
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
Progress on "Starchild"
A few months back, I posted about making a doll just for myself -- Go Gently Starchild. I've just started working on her again, and have made some progress in sewing darling little silk panties, and an underskirt and overskirt of two batik prints. Note here...the underskirt batik is some that my son picked up for me when he and his wife toured a batik plant on St. Kitts. He got me a bunch of scraps -- couldn't come up with a better souvenir, in my opinion!
I've taken a step back, unfortunately, with the wigging process. The wig I had applied was just too big to lay properly. I used the pattern, but it was giving her one heck of a lumpy head, so I un-attached it last night and have to trim it down and re-attach.
The following two pix are of the fabrics I'm contemplating for the bodice and sleeves. I'm thinking I'll use the purple and white St. Kitts fabric, same as the underskirt, and then use the star fabric as an overdrape.
After those parts are done, all she needs are shoes, and some embellishments, like a decorative belt, a necklace, and perhaps some pretty trim at the wrists.
I've taken a step back, unfortunately, with the wigging process. The wig I had applied was just too big to lay properly. I used the pattern, but it was giving her one heck of a lumpy head, so I un-attached it last night and have to trim it down and re-attach.
The following two pix are of the fabrics I'm contemplating for the bodice and sleeves. I'm thinking I'll use the purple and white St. Kitts fabric, same as the underskirt, and then use the star fabric as an overdrape.
After those parts are done, all she needs are shoes, and some embellishments, like a decorative belt, a necklace, and perhaps some pretty trim at the wrists.
Fabrics
Two things to share on the fabric front... First, I wanted to note this Laurel Burch mermaid panel:
My friend Phyllis had sent me two or three of the companion fabrics, but they weren't even in my mind when I attended the Cleveland Sewing Expo. I found a booth of fabulous fabrics (the seller called them "strong flavored" fabrics) and one of the things included was this Laurel Burch mermaid. By purchasing 5/8 yard, you receive two full panels, rather like a wide border print. So...I bought 1 1/4 yard and have a total of four of these panels. Don't ask me why, I just knew I needed it.
I've also been looking for a jacket to replace my lightweight purple wool flannel that I gave to that woman at the bus stop. I haven't found anything like it, and when you consider that I bought it at least five years ago, that's not a surprise. I decided to make my own...and bought some yardage of wool felt online.
It wasn't enough to find just the right purple, I had to get a beautiful soft green, and some rose and some peach, just to be safe. Don't ask me safe from what. I see a new, boxy, flannel throw on in my future -- maybe two! The fabrics you see here are after prewashing and drying, thus the textural appearance. And the purple, being purple, looks a little bluer here than it really is. Even with my good light cube, I couldn't get the color quite right.
Incidentally, Phyllis and I have our own private little monthly "squishie swap," in which we share with the other bits of fabrics, doo-dads and embellishments. I'm sure she'll be getting one of the mermaid panels, but I don't know when. I already have her envelope packed for this month, and none of it is related to what you see here!
My friend Phyllis had sent me two or three of the companion fabrics, but they weren't even in my mind when I attended the Cleveland Sewing Expo. I found a booth of fabulous fabrics (the seller called them "strong flavored" fabrics) and one of the things included was this Laurel Burch mermaid. By purchasing 5/8 yard, you receive two full panels, rather like a wide border print. So...I bought 1 1/4 yard and have a total of four of these panels. Don't ask me why, I just knew I needed it.
I've also been looking for a jacket to replace my lightweight purple wool flannel that I gave to that woman at the bus stop. I haven't found anything like it, and when you consider that I bought it at least five years ago, that's not a surprise. I decided to make my own...and bought some yardage of wool felt online.
It wasn't enough to find just the right purple, I had to get a beautiful soft green, and some rose and some peach, just to be safe. Don't ask me safe from what. I see a new, boxy, flannel throw on in my future -- maybe two! The fabrics you see here are after prewashing and drying, thus the textural appearance. And the purple, being purple, looks a little bluer here than it really is. Even with my good light cube, I couldn't get the color quite right.
Incidentally, Phyllis and I have our own private little monthly "squishie swap," in which we share with the other bits of fabrics, doo-dads and embellishments. I'm sure she'll be getting one of the mermaid panels, but I don't know when. I already have her envelope packed for this month, and none of it is related to what you see here!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
New jacket
My new sewing machine has triggered a lot of sewing, especially with the unfinished dolls I have lingering about...and they are all still unfinished. It's also renewed my interest in sewing clothing and bags for myself. I have stacks and stacks of coordinating fabrics that I keep switching around, hanging from the door, and other auditioning techniques.
So...I finished this jacket, made with a piece of upholstery material, and a piece of decor fabric that is fabulous! It's ultrasuede, embroidered with holographic sequins, and in my favorite aqua color.
This first photo is what Gerry calls my "dork pose." Isn't he sweet? Note the greenness around me...it's before the big Easter snow.
This shot of the back gives you a better idea of the embroidery and sequins on the ultrasuede. Too bad you can't see how glittery the sequins really are. I wore the jacket to work the other day, and was throwing rainbows and spots of light all around the office!
So...I finished this jacket, made with a piece of upholstery material, and a piece of decor fabric that is fabulous! It's ultrasuede, embroidered with holographic sequins, and in my favorite aqua color.
This first photo is what Gerry calls my "dork pose." Isn't he sweet? Note the greenness around me...it's before the big Easter snow.
This shot of the back gives you a better idea of the embroidery and sequins on the ultrasuede. Too bad you can't see how glittery the sequins really are. I wore the jacket to work the other day, and was throwing rainbows and spots of light all around the office!
I love these colors...and you can see them in the banner above. The banner was done for me by my online friend, Linda Fleming. It's me! You can see more and order one for yourself, here:
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Happy Birthday, Daddy
If my father were still alive, he would turn 81 years old today. Amazing.
One of those unsung, silent, "Greatest Generation" people that Brokaw writes about, Daddy was at times challenging, at times unreasonable, but a father and grandfather who loved me and mine unconditionally. In retrospect, if I had lost both legs above the knee at the age of 19, in a war that didn't really end all wars after all, I would be far more unreasonable.
One of the images of him that stays most clearly in my mind is of him sitting in the yard in his wheelchair, watching the horses run in the pasture, no longer able to ride. He would shift and lean in his chair, and I know he was dreaming of the years he rode. Horses had been his passion since he was a young boy.
On Saturday mornings, he would wheel around the kitchen, heating coffee, whistling and singing, while my mother slept in. I loved lying in bed on those mornings, and listening to the soft noises filtering up from the kitchen. He was a lark, as am I.
Oh, how he loved his grandchildren. Each one was the most beautiful baby in the world to him, and he would tell me that their soft breath upon his neck was the most wonderful feeling ever. He was always eager to hold a baby, to cradle a toddler grandchild on his lap, or to sit on the floor with them as they clambered over his shoulders. I can still see him, talking to his sister on the telephone, and rhapsodizing about his grandchildren -- surely none had been as beautiful or accomplished.
This June will mark the 25th anniversary of his crossing over. I still miss him.
Donald James Kraemer
April 4, 1926 - June 5, 1982
One of those unsung, silent, "Greatest Generation" people that Brokaw writes about, Daddy was at times challenging, at times unreasonable, but a father and grandfather who loved me and mine unconditionally. In retrospect, if I had lost both legs above the knee at the age of 19, in a war that didn't really end all wars after all, I would be far more unreasonable.
One of the images of him that stays most clearly in my mind is of him sitting in the yard in his wheelchair, watching the horses run in the pasture, no longer able to ride. He would shift and lean in his chair, and I know he was dreaming of the years he rode. Horses had been his passion since he was a young boy.
On Saturday mornings, he would wheel around the kitchen, heating coffee, whistling and singing, while my mother slept in. I loved lying in bed on those mornings, and listening to the soft noises filtering up from the kitchen. He was a lark, as am I.
Oh, how he loved his grandchildren. Each one was the most beautiful baby in the world to him, and he would tell me that their soft breath upon his neck was the most wonderful feeling ever. He was always eager to hold a baby, to cradle a toddler grandchild on his lap, or to sit on the floor with them as they clambered over his shoulders. I can still see him, talking to his sister on the telephone, and rhapsodizing about his grandchildren -- surely none had been as beautiful or accomplished.
This June will mark the 25th anniversary of his crossing over. I still miss him.
Donald James Kraemer
April 4, 1926 - June 5, 1982
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Mushrooms
I want to tell a long story (surprise, surprise) that will end with the reason this post is titled "Mushrooms." I'm one of those people who has to give a whole lot of detail to get to the punchline, and I *will* get sidetracked.
My family loves to cook...and eat, of course.
I've been reminiscing lately about the amount of cooking that was done, by almost all members of the family, and how it extended down, through the lines, so to speak.
My parents were both from very large families, especially by today's standards. My mother was second to the eldest of 10 children, and my father was second to the youngest of 16! I have 50 first cousins. Even though I have just one brother, and he's six years younger than I, it seemed like we had a huge family, because so many of my mother's brothers and sisters came to visit every weekend. My youngest aunts and my uncle really feel more like older siblings than aunts and uncles.
Now, for you to really understand the story, I should be going into lots and lots of detail about the personalities of said uncle, aunts and cousins, and I should tell you that my mother cooked for everyone but cooked by the book, and dad was picky and didn't want his food to be combined or to touch, and I really need to explain that my uncle is some sort of cross between a master gardener and St. Francis of Assisi. He could identify any plant, tree or rock in nature, and he could talk to the animals. He could also fly his bed around the room, but that's also a story for another time.
And so then anyway (as daddy always said), this interesting uncle of mine could identify everything in nature, and he took us on nature walks, and we gathered and identified, and enjoyed every bit of it. We didn't go bowling on Saturday afternoons, we went to the gravel pit and found agates.
One of the things this uncle could do was identify wild mushrooms. He knew which ones were safe to eat. He doesn't live nearby any more and I wouldn't dare pick mushrooms on my own, so as I was braising those white (but fresh!) slices I bought at the grocery store the other day, I got to thinking about the fabulous batches of mushrooms we would pick, and how...as a young mother...I was occasionally lucky enough to take a batch home with me. I would braise them in butter and eat them all, all by myself, my entire lunch, while the babies were napping. Those mushrooms were delicious. Absolutely delicious.
Someday, I'll tell you about the aunt who can bake anything, and can recreate the long-lost family recipes, and repair the ones that people "share" but leave out crucial ingredients. I'll tell you about all the others, too, especially the cousin with the sophisticated palate and another aunt who reads cookbooks as though they are novels.
For now, I'll be grateful for the relatives who grew up with me, and for the relatives who cook, and for an appreciation of the simple things like wild mushrooms from the woods. But like all good baby boomers, this long-drawn out story will end...to be continued....
My family loves to cook...and eat, of course.
I've been reminiscing lately about the amount of cooking that was done, by almost all members of the family, and how it extended down, through the lines, so to speak.
My parents were both from very large families, especially by today's standards. My mother was second to the eldest of 10 children, and my father was second to the youngest of 16! I have 50 first cousins. Even though I have just one brother, and he's six years younger than I, it seemed like we had a huge family, because so many of my mother's brothers and sisters came to visit every weekend. My youngest aunts and my uncle really feel more like older siblings than aunts and uncles.
Now, for you to really understand the story, I should be going into lots and lots of detail about the personalities of said uncle, aunts and cousins, and I should tell you that my mother cooked for everyone but cooked by the book, and dad was picky and didn't want his food to be combined or to touch, and I really need to explain that my uncle is some sort of cross between a master gardener and St. Francis of Assisi. He could identify any plant, tree or rock in nature, and he could talk to the animals. He could also fly his bed around the room, but that's also a story for another time.
And so then anyway (as daddy always said), this interesting uncle of mine could identify everything in nature, and he took us on nature walks, and we gathered and identified, and enjoyed every bit of it. We didn't go bowling on Saturday afternoons, we went to the gravel pit and found agates.
One of the things this uncle could do was identify wild mushrooms. He knew which ones were safe to eat. He doesn't live nearby any more and I wouldn't dare pick mushrooms on my own, so as I was braising those white (but fresh!) slices I bought at the grocery store the other day, I got to thinking about the fabulous batches of mushrooms we would pick, and how...as a young mother...I was occasionally lucky enough to take a batch home with me. I would braise them in butter and eat them all, all by myself, my entire lunch, while the babies were napping. Those mushrooms were delicious. Absolutely delicious.
Someday, I'll tell you about the aunt who can bake anything, and can recreate the long-lost family recipes, and repair the ones that people "share" but leave out crucial ingredients. I'll tell you about all the others, too, especially the cousin with the sophisticated palate and another aunt who reads cookbooks as though they are novels.
For now, I'll be grateful for the relatives who grew up with me, and for the relatives who cook, and for an appreciation of the simple things like wild mushrooms from the woods. But like all good baby boomers, this long-drawn out story will end...to be continued....
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Shower Progress
This weekend, Gerry put the shower back together. He's been working slowly and steadily on the tiles, including sealing, highlighting, and taking great care with grout and caulk. Today he was finally able to put the shower doors back on, put the shower head, faucet and handle in place, and took a few pix. Bear in mind that this is just the shower area. We still have to paint the walls and ceiling, put the tiles on the floor, and put wainscot on the walls. It's hard to photograph with the glass doors on, but it still looks terrific.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Ahh...blessed Spring!
I've waited so long for spring. When Sunday dawned, clear and bright and warm, I just couldn't resist spending some time on the deck, feeling the sunshine on my face. A couple members of my peaceable kingdom appreciated the beautiful day, too.
Of course, one can't rest forever, and I decided that as much dog hair as possible ought to be left OUTSIDE. Maybe some of the birds will appreciate some soft nesting material. Murphy certainly seems to have plenty to spare. I'm not sure why Cosmo thought he should be in the midst of all those clumps. Believe it or not, that was just the beginning of culling Murphy's undercoat.
The ducks enjoyed the beautiful day, too. Aren't they pretty? I love when they get into the pond and tip their little bottoms up in the air, looking for goodies in the bottom of the pond.
This is the vision that first lured me outdoors. This little cluster of miniature crocus blooms right below the gas meter (an odd contrast -- the ugly and bulky gas meter and the beautiful little cluster of flowers). They looked so cheerful outside the kitchen door, I just had to grab a shot...and one thing led to another, and now I have about 40 shots of the yard and pond, and nothing has been planted yet! The iris and the daylilies have poked their hopeful first leaves through the surface, and there are actually buds visible on the hyacinth.
Spring, my favorite season. To me, Spring is the epitomy of hope. That's probably the reason I'm a morning person -- all that possibility in front of you, all those new beginnings.
Of course, one can't rest forever, and I decided that as much dog hair as possible ought to be left OUTSIDE. Maybe some of the birds will appreciate some soft nesting material. Murphy certainly seems to have plenty to spare. I'm not sure why Cosmo thought he should be in the midst of all those clumps. Believe it or not, that was just the beginning of culling Murphy's undercoat.
The ducks enjoyed the beautiful day, too. Aren't they pretty? I love when they get into the pond and tip their little bottoms up in the air, looking for goodies in the bottom of the pond.
This is the vision that first lured me outdoors. This little cluster of miniature crocus blooms right below the gas meter (an odd contrast -- the ugly and bulky gas meter and the beautiful little cluster of flowers). They looked so cheerful outside the kitchen door, I just had to grab a shot...and one thing led to another, and now I have about 40 shots of the yard and pond, and nothing has been planted yet! The iris and the daylilies have poked their hopeful first leaves through the surface, and there are actually buds visible on the hyacinth.
Spring, my favorite season. To me, Spring is the epitomy of hope. That's probably the reason I'm a morning person -- all that possibility in front of you, all those new beginnings.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
ATD (Artist Trading Dolls)
Sherry Goshon has started a new group called Artist Trading Dolls. It's a great idea...similar to paper dolls, but mixed media. Anything goes. We're starting out with a swap a month or so, and this month we had the option of two different templates. I chose a one-on-one swap, using the unusually shaped template that Sherry provided.
I already have a wonderful doll from my swap partner, Debb, but I'm not sure which of these will go to her.
Here's the first one. I've titled her: "Surgeon General's Warning: Excessive Self-Reinvention May Cause Enlarged Belly Button."
And this next one is called: "Jewels Fell From Her Lips, But She Had Chocolate in Her Heart."
I already have a wonderful doll from my swap partner, Debb, but I'm not sure which of these will go to her.
Here's the first one. I've titled her: "Surgeon General's Warning: Excessive Self-Reinvention May Cause Enlarged Belly Button."
And this next one is called: "Jewels Fell From Her Lips, But She Had Chocolate in Her Heart."
Aren't these fun?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
At least it's not a stork...
What's out on the chimney?
Did you put that up there?
Look, it moved! It's alive!Yes, you are seeing what I saw around dinner time this evening. Gerry glanced out the deck door and thought the chimney didn't look right. As you can see through the blinds, there was something unusual going on atop the chimney.
We opened the blinds...and that's not a statue, it is live and real.
About a week ago, this pair of Canada geese showed up on the new pond. Gerry has named them Abigail & Rufus (Rufus built our house, which is a Century home), and they have made themselves quite at home! Here they are in a more "natural" setting:
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Small Fun Figures
These three ladies are the small fun figures I'm submitting for the swap on the CPS list. I happen to be hosting this swap, so the ones made by the other 5 or 6 people will also come to me, and then I get to swap them out, and keep that post office busy once again.The fun figures had to be no more that 5" long, and could be made of anything. I did mine with modeling compound on cardboard, painted with Lumiere, and embellished with beads, charms, and some molded faces. They were a lot of fun to do, but right now that new Viking sewing machine is calling my name, and I'm going back to sewing a jacket just for me!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Herbal Soap Swap
I am hosting an Herbal Soap Swap on the Soapnuts list. I've been a member there for nearly nine years, and am honored to be among some of the finest soapers in the country. For this swap, participants sent in increments of 6, up to 24 bars of soap. I ended up with 29 participants, plus myself. It is time to redistribute the soaps and ship them out to the participants, along with a booklet with information on the creators and the recipe for the soap they contributed.
My intention was to post a photo of all the soaps that came in to me, but it was just too overwhelming a task, and I was afraid I would disrupt my distribution shuffle, so....for the curious, here's a picture of all the boxes of soap, instead.
I will post later a photo of the soaps I kept myself, but it will only be 23 soaps, so it won't represent everyone in the swap, unfortunately. This was an absolutely amazing array of soaps, and my house smells heavenly!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Blog not Forgotten!
I'm here, I swear it. I've been feeling extra busy, extra pressured at work, so that doesn't help the creative time, plus I've had a flurry of special orders for soaps, gift baskets, custom labeled lotions, and so on. It's nice to be busy, but it does cut into the creative time.
A few days ago, Gerry began the upgrade of my computer to Windows Vista, which hasn't helped a thing. I'm hosting a soap swap, and while I've been trying to edit the booklet that gets sent to the participants, we've also been upgrading my video card, and trying to get all kinds of settings right to make our home network operate the way it used to. I was so frustrated Friday night, I went to bed with my computer discombobulated. Considering it has become my right arm AND my left, that's saying a lot about my frustration level.
Swap soaps have been coming in at a lively clip. What in the world did we do in the bad old days, before priority flat rate boxes? Do you know what a box of 24 soaps can weigh? Oh, how I wish we had scratch and sniff computer monitors...you should see and SMELL the glorious array of soaps passing through my hands.
We spent yesterday morning doing grout on the shower walls. We had lunch about 1:30, took Murphy for a medicated bath around 4:00, and never quite made it back to the bathroom. Gerry is out now, buying a new float for the grout. We more or less exhausted ourselves, and never quite made it back to finish OR clean up. Anyone who knows Gerry knows how out of character this is for him. True to form, doing a project in one small room has the ENTIRE house upset, and any housework appears to be for naught.
I like to post pix every time I post, but I don't have anything to share right now. That's a good indication of the distraction level around here, when I don't have any recent pix. Well, I do, but they are of snow, and I don't know about you, but I am SICK of snow and winter. I think the sun shines about every 17 days or so around here.
OK, enough whining! I am off to the soaproom, inspired by my glorious swappers!
A few days ago, Gerry began the upgrade of my computer to Windows Vista, which hasn't helped a thing. I'm hosting a soap swap, and while I've been trying to edit the booklet that gets sent to the participants, we've also been upgrading my video card, and trying to get all kinds of settings right to make our home network operate the way it used to. I was so frustrated Friday night, I went to bed with my computer discombobulated. Considering it has become my right arm AND my left, that's saying a lot about my frustration level.
Swap soaps have been coming in at a lively clip. What in the world did we do in the bad old days, before priority flat rate boxes? Do you know what a box of 24 soaps can weigh? Oh, how I wish we had scratch and sniff computer monitors...you should see and SMELL the glorious array of soaps passing through my hands.
We spent yesterday morning doing grout on the shower walls. We had lunch about 1:30, took Murphy for a medicated bath around 4:00, and never quite made it back to the bathroom. Gerry is out now, buying a new float for the grout. We more or less exhausted ourselves, and never quite made it back to finish OR clean up. Anyone who knows Gerry knows how out of character this is for him. True to form, doing a project in one small room has the ENTIRE house upset, and any housework appears to be for naught.
I like to post pix every time I post, but I don't have anything to share right now. That's a good indication of the distraction level around here, when I don't have any recent pix. Well, I do, but they are of snow, and I don't know about you, but I am SICK of snow and winter. I think the sun shines about every 17 days or so around here.
OK, enough whining! I am off to the soaproom, inspired by my glorious swappers!
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