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Let the de-cluttering and reorganization begin!
I put new wood drawer dividers in one of the few drawers that I didn’t have any sort of organizer in and boy, what a difference that made. I think I’ll be buying more.
It’s time to install all the other organizers I bought in hopes of making things easier to clean up around here.
Yeah, I know. I sound all enthusiastic and ready to roll don’t I? Then I look around at all the stuff that really needs doing and all that energy seems to jump out of me and land somewhere else. Have you found it?
I can almost picture it dashing away, tail between its legs, yipping in terror. I swear since clearing out the MIL’s house and having a lot of the stuff dragged home by The Curmudgeon, this place looks like it is one load away from an episode of hoarders. I need to start dragging stuff from one antique shop to another until I sell it all.
I love Thursdays at the farmers market
We had rain off and on yesterday. Unfortunately we also had heat and humidity come back. Dang, I so enjoyed the normal low humidity and cooler days we had this last week. I look forward to their return.
This heat and humidity did not go over well with The Curmudgeon, he had to turn the AC back on. There went my allergies off the deep end again since somewhere in the one AC there is a crop of mold.
At least there were breaks between rain showers where G and I could get out of the car and dash for the store and later the farmers market. I absolutely need to remember to take a camera along one of these days so I can post farmers market pictures. We have a fabulous farmers market here.
As you walk inside, the fragrances of fresh, baked goods, smoked meats, pizzas, roasted peanuts, and fresh fruits caress you and tempt you from one stand to the next. They dance before you and tease you to ask for a sample of this and that. Once you’ve tasted you must buy….
I brought home many lovely treats to have with our dinners this week. Things like loaded baked potato salad, broccoli salad, and the smoked chicken Waldorf salad that we had for our dinner last night.
You all have a good one.
http://www.fairgroundfarmersmkt.com/index.htm
Fresh Vegetables (Photo credit: John Pozadzides)
Some days you feel your age–it sort of smacks you in the face.
I met the doctor who would treat my husband and I for the next thirty-five years after The Curmudgeon had been going to him for a year or two. I had my family physician before then, who, after a family tragedy, quit his practice and sort of left his patients without a doctor.
Today my doctor’s son treated me. (I was in for my every three months check.) I swear this young doctor looks exactly like his father did when I started going to him. He even has his smile and laugh.
As I talked to his father while I was getting ready to leave, I could tell he was very proud of his son.
You all have a good one. And, if the young doctor is reading this, you did good kid.
The Doctor, by Sir Luke Fildes (1891) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Allee allee incomefree!
I spent an hour tearing the house apart to find the charger that goes to the new electric screwdriver I bought for The Curmudgeon back in December. He’s used the charger exactly once.
No luck finding it, so I went on Amazon (where I bought the screwdriver in the first place) and ordered him a new charger. This is not the first time I’ve had to do this with his stuff.
I swear I will one day find a huge stash of missing items. I feel as though I am in a game of hide and seek and I’m tired of being it.
You all have a good one.
Meyerheim: Three children playing “hide and seek” in a forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Oh, yes! I want it.
Oh, if only we’d hit the lottery for a big sum. I found a house I’d be calling the realtor about immediately.
It’s not a new home. It is older than I am…yes, that old! It has gorgeous hardwood floors, wonderful bones, and character. Another plus is that it has a fenced in yard for the pups.
It’s not a big home. No, there would be no McMansion for me. I have no need or desire for that. I want a place where The Curmudgeon’s care would be easier. Where climbing stairs for him is optional.
This house that I found has everything I want. Come on lottery win!!! I’d ‘sell’ this house to the next door neighbors for a minor sum, they could use the room.
You all have a good one!
Mcmansion north (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Really? Does anyone NEED a house like this?
The memories a simple dessert brought
http://www.turkeyhill.com/products/premium-ice-cream-flavors.aspx?pID=479
The Curmudgeon and I had Turkey Hill Deep Dark Chocolate ice cream for dessert. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Gramma would have loved this! Jinx!” Then we laughed.
To say my maternal grandmother was a chocoholic would be putting it mildly. Gramma loved all things chocolate. The darker and richer, the better. Gramma taught all of us the love of all things chocolate.
The Curmudgeon learned early on in our dating that to give my Gramma chocolate whenever possible was to make a friend for life. I think he fell in love with her about the third time they met.
His grandmother was an evil, nasty woman. So to meet my Gramma who welcomed him into our home with warmth and baked goods was an experience he took to heart.
If you live in or near PA and are looking for a lovely travel trailer…
Do you know of someone who is looking for a trailer? Please check out this one on Craigs list.
http://allentown.craigslist.org/rvs/3971258227.html
This trailer is gently used and treated with love. The owner, my dear friend, needs to sell it.
I love you Mom
Mom with birthday roses 2005
Many years ago I began to send my mother roses for her birthday each year because I knew how much she loved them.
She died in 2007. Today would’ve been her 98th birthday.
Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you.
Bits and bobs
While trying to figure out a post for today, I tossed aside many ideas for one reason or another. (No one wants another day of how I feel, I’m sure. If you do, I’m fine.)
The Curmudgeon was gone most of the day so there’s not much that he can bring to the table. (Well, not so much as gone as he had his truck inspected and when he got back he took a long nap.)
Does anyone else want to go on a Diners Drive Ins and Dives road trip with Guy Fieri? Man, watching the show drives me into a food frenzy. (Especially after starving to death the past few days.)
*Giggle* You all have a good one!
After the bug hits…
Wow, that was a nasty bug that knocked me down and out for the weekend. Today, I have kept down toast. That’s a baby step. Even being sick didn’t stop me from doing dishes and taking care of the dogs and The Curmudgeon…Yep, I knew what I was doing when I laughed at my doctor’s suggestion of ‘get plenty of rest.’
I need to go grocery shopping since, like an idiot, I put it off last week. Who knew I’d get sick? I do know of a few new things to add to my grocery list so I have them on hand. Things like Jello, broths, bouillon, all those ‘clear diet’ things you don’t always have on hand when you need them. I would have killed for some Jello yesterday.
Then, there are the bland diet foods that I need now. I don’t have them. (Slapping palm to forehead.) Duh, I haven’t gone shopping.
Yes, time to resupply my pantry with ‘sick’ foods. Just in case The Curmudgeon gets this bug, I’d better do it asap.
I’m hoping my bug retreats quickly and leaves me in peace. My butt still hurts from the shot… LOL!
You all have a good one!
Mumma iz berry sick.
Gavin here. I toldz da mumma dat I would let you know she might not be writing a blog post for a couple of days. She is sick. Nasty bug going around here caughted her good. Auntie G tooked her to da mergency dogtor yestedday morning. I’m snuggling and being a good dogtor for her now.
You all habs a good one!
Run, run as fast as you can….you can’t catch me…
Don’t get me wrong, I love The Curmudgeon with all my heart, but some days I really want to run away from home. It’s been one of those days.
Seriously, ‘Nurse’ was never a career choice for me, NEVER…and we won’t go on with this part of my rant. No one wants to hear it.
I still say the MS Society sucks. After a ‘token’ amount of so-called help, they sure disappeared in a hurry.
The Curmudgeon had his falling apart shower chair replaced, and we got two grab bars–they need installing and I can’t do it. They had a ‘counselor’ talking to me…uh huh, those of you who know me know exactly how that went and how much eye rolling I did.
So yeah, big effing help, folks. Do not depend on them to help you out at all. The MS Society just wants you to donate money so they can play with it and make themselves feel good.
I am over tired. I am unhappy. I want to feel alive, which I don’t. I feel like a servant and not a wife. I want to be able to write but I can’t. Yeah, tonight I want to run.
You all have a good one. I think I’ll have a martini…
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