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Gated at last.
The gate for the stairs arrived yesterday. Once I got it installed, I stood back, looked at it, and shook my head wondering why the hell I hadn’t bought one a long time ago. It just needs a little more tightening to get the gap out.
It is easy for The Curmudgeon to open and impossible for Gavin or Patty to get through when closed. They are allowed upstairs by invitation only. They don’t mind, they have the couch, The Curmudgeon’s chair, and their crates to snooze on/in. The perfect burglar alarms, they have free run of the entire downstairs.
Gavin likes his crate covered. LOL! It’s the funniest thing to see when he piles out of the crate from under his blanket drape. Patty prefers The Curmudgeon’s chair for most of the night but eventually she heads to her crate.
Next project for me to tackle? Who knows.
You all have a good one!
Saving for a rainy day…
I’m still looking for a buyer for my guitar and case. Guitar Center wasn’t interested since it doesn’t have a label. A while back another place valued it (with the case) at around $350.00.
Yesterday, I sold all our old coins and made a nice little sum of cash to add to our savings account. I was happily surprised as to how much we got for them. Every bit helps.
Next, I need to find a buyer or buyers for the antique china, The Shawnee Tom the Piper’s Son and S&P Shakers, the Lionel trains, and the two old toy firetrucks. (One is quite large.) I can’t see the sense in storing them any longer when we could use the money to save for a rainy day. That rainy day isn’t far off at the rate The Curmudgeon’s health is going.
You all have a good one!
It’s amazing how one simple movement can wreck your day or possibly week.
I walked in from the back porch with a casserole in my hands and didn’t get the door closed tight behind me, so I backed up and went to bump it with my butt.
Well, I didn’t back up far enough and when I went to bump the door closed I managed to somehow, at that instant, throw my lower back way out of whack. Can you say ouch? Can you say smart move, lady? I said that and more. Lots. More.
After all the worry about throwing my back out by trying to lift The Curmudgeon, I went and did it anyway, brilliantly, and in the dumbest possible way ever.
Yep, right about there…
While I’m nursing my back, I hope you all have a good day.
A thank you to our local firemen.
Yesterday began with a call to my phone at 8:30 a.m., The Curmudgeon’s voice swam into my dreams and yanked me awake. “I can’t get up.” Four words that send me into a heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, wide-awake, on my feet dash for wherever he is.
Once I found him, I knew I couldn’t get him up. I called the neighbor, he didn’t answer his phone. I asked The Curmudgeon what he thought we should do, I wasn’t going to attempt to lift him since my back is just beginning to feel better.
The Curmudgeon decided to call 911. I am so glad he did. Four fireman showed up at the door, they had him up and in his chair in mere seconds. Thank you so much guys!!!
Patty says, “Diz my Daddy. I takez care ob himz.
Leave it cleaner than you found it.
One family rule, taught to us from early childhood, one I never forgot and still practice religiously: Clean up where you picnic, fish, hike, or just plain enjoy the outdoors. Never leave anything behind!
English: Waikiki beach trash cans (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I take it so far as to clean up after other people who are piggish enough to litter wherever I am unlucky to follow behind them. I’ve been known to haul out garbage bags full of other people’s trash.
There’s nothing worse than to set out to enjoy the beauty of nature and to find it covered in someone’s beverage cans and other non-biodegradable trash. Especially when the area provides many convenient trash barrels for your convenience.
Before you drop that food wrapper or can, think about the next person. Don’t be a lazy pig, use the trash cans or, better yet, take your garbage home with you. Pick up any garbage you find and leave the place cleaner than you found it.
It’s not hard to do. If everyone did this, imagine how lovely our parks, beaches, rivers, and even our own streets would be.
You all have a good one!
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.
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)
Mr Doofus cracks me up
Whenever we sit down to our dinner, the pups are in their crates. They’ve done this since they first arrived in our home. (I have enough chaos to contend with all the time, I want my meals chaos free.) Below is what Gavin does as soon as I sit down with my dinner.
Patty just flops down and stares at us. If her Daddy takes too long (I always finish first) Patty will begin a moaning campaign to speed him along. It’s a hoot.
Some days, when I haven’t had a single thing to laugh at, these two pups will find a way to make me giggle.
You all have a good one!
The memories a simple dessert brought
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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.
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