As I write this, I’m waiting for a phone call. Our church recently completed pouring concrete for a much-needed upgrade on the parking spaces by the daycare facility. They were asking for help and so, although Bob and I have absolutely no experience in these things, we showed up to see what we could do, which was as expected—very little. So I provided food for the workers for a few days.
Now some painting needs to be done, a yellow caution strip to prevent tripping over the little step-up to the sidewalk. Again, I’ve never painted on concrete, but put a brush in my hand and tell me where and I might actually make a small contribution! (Or a mess, or both…) Continue reading “Where’s my brush?”
Just bought a Roku at the beginning of summer. You need to understand that such a plunge into entertainment technology is a significant step for this retiree. I grew up with four or five channels on a TV of which you had to walk across the room and manually turn a knob to “surf”.
Bob is well please with the sports coverage, as well as the savings from “cutting the cable”. Being a big movie buff, he’s also enjoying the multiple choices and genres in those offerings as well. Which means, as he is well aware, that for us to watch a movie together, it has be what he now calls “a Dawn movie”. Basically, that means it must have a puppies and butterflies ending.
Don’t give me angst and call it entertainment—I have enough of that in real life. Continue reading ““That’s entertainment!” (not…)”
Inventory is not necessarily one of my favorite pastimes. I tend to be a bit (okay, a lot) more spontaneous (oh alright, haphazard) in my organizational skill set than my husband, Bob. In the past 39 years, that much is evident.
Nonetheless, now that retirement has arrived, the massive purging process at our homestead will soon begin (yeah, right.) At least, that’s the plan. Continue reading “Inventory”
My culture is one of American idols. By that I mean Americans are prone to having heroes. Just look at the resurgence of the Marvel and DC franchises on the silver screen, and the explosion of comicons and cosplay. (I had to look up what cosplay was—that’s the adult version of what you used to do as a kid by clothes-pinning one of Mom’s towels around your neck and pretending you were Superman.) Continue reading “Starry-eyed”
I have never, thank God, had my house catch on fire. I can only imagine, and prefer not to. When we had our kitchen redone, the contractor found loose, live wires in the walls, which meant a complete gut-and-redo. And again, thanking God that in the twenty-seven years we have lived in this old house, it has not gone up in flames with us in it!
But have you ever considered what you would run to get on your way out the door…? Only that which is most important to you. Continue reading “Fire in the hole!”
Bob and I have an ongoing joke between us: when he can’t find something, it’s my fault. You know, I’ve put it somewhere, his shoes, his biking shorts, whatever. I love it when he finds something that would not even have my fingerprints on it if checked.
He likes to leave things laying around in certain places, and I like to scoop them up and put them somewhere when cleaning house (which is rare). He is meticulous, shoes always side by side with the shoestrings tucked neatly inside. I’m doing well to find my shoes. He says I have “places for everything and everything in its places”.
And we’re still married after all these years. Continue reading “It’s here somewhere”
We live in a world of cause and effect. If I put birdseed in the bird feeders, the birds will come, right? And if they don’t come, well, that’s a disappointment. After all, I don’t put seed that I’ve paid good money for (and protect from the mice in the garage, I might add) so I can sit on my patio and look at the seed.
Let’s be honest. This is how we do much of life. I know I have certain expectations—probably too many and some that are w-a-a-a-y too entitled compared with the rest of the global population. But if I pay for something, I expect to get what was advertised. If I exercise and eat healthy, I expect the scale to bow to my expectations. (Okay, so it’s not a perfect analogy…) Continue reading “It’s not about the bird seed”
I finally have hummingbirds as regular neighbors. Finally! I love these little guys, so much so I have three feeders specifically designed for them hanging in my garden, (by my patio, so I can watch them, of course.) Each feeder has a different type of feeding port. I even went on the internet to find out how to make my own “nectar”. I also make a bit of sticky mess, but it’s well worth the effort.
Then there’s the ants, who also like the nectar, naturally. I talked with my dad about options to keep them at bay: adhesive paper on the pole, insecticide spray, a homemade “ant moat”. Gruesome from the ant’s point of view, but I want to protect the food meant for the hummers. Continue reading “Hummers unite! (or starve, whichever.)”
Okay, I’m finally doing the calorie-counting thing. As age has caught up and metabolism has slowed down, it seems that my days of eating ice cream at will are pretty well gone. My dear mom reminisces about me coming home from school and diving into a bowl of three or four scoops.
Ah, those were the days. And thus, I purchased a kitchen scale, and am using measuring implements consistently for the first time. The calculator sits conspicuously on the kitchen island. Right now, I’m working on just 2000 calories a day. One would think that would not be too difficult…ugh. Continue reading “What’s for breakfast?”
It looks like I may have some resident woodpeckers in my yard. They are certainly welcome here; my house and garage are sided with aluminum, so unless they want a sore beak, they will hopefully stick with the trees.
I really do find them fascinating. I’ve put out one of those hanging cages with the suet they like. It’s positioned on a garden shepherd’s crook in the back yard so I can enjoy observing their feast. This morning, one little guy swooped in for breakfast, but just took his time trying to balance on the shepherd’s crook instead of digging in on the goodies in the cage. Continue reading “Bird-brained, or not?”