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Nothing like slapping a coat of paint on the house to really tart things up! And make all the other stuff look tacky and dirty. I wonder….. should I paint the cow trough in front? The last wall was done today. You can see our painter hiding in the fig trees…. He still has a … Continue reading…
It's a pretty day, despite the layer of ash that's hanging over our heads, unseen by us except in the colorful sunsets. I decided to do a pretty post in honor of the occasion. Our apple tree is humming. It's absolutely packed with blossoms and each blossom appears to have it't very own bee. The … Continue reading…
And they said it couldn't be done! Monday, when it was finally…. Finally, time to move some furniture into our 'den' I wrenched my back. Not that mon mari needed my puny help to move the furniture around…. It was all the boxes and other crap I was meant to do. I was totally useless … Continue reading…
Early update because….. The Babes have been baking again! Check back tomorrow to see what mischief we’ve been up to this month. In the meantime, mon mari has not been basking in his accomplishments. First, he finished the frame around the opening between the kitchen and the hall. Notice the green door frame? Second, he … Continue reading…
The pressure is building. The date of the move is closing in and, in time-honored fashion, everyone needs something done yesterday; something signed immediately and hand delivered. I can either open the tap and spew forth billions of negative words; ranting and raving; complaining about this and bemoaning that; which might make me feel better … Continue reading…
We finally signed the contract on our house… So, for the curious (you know who you are) have a look. I have to admit, while going through the photos I was having a serious attack of “What the hell have we done?” Then I found this close-up I took of the hardware on the windows … Continue reading…
I spent the weekend in my childhood. No, I wasn't regressing, tripping, drinking, smoking or in any other way, voluntary or not, changing my 'state of being'. I was wallowing in the family photo albums. My mother moved into an assisted living apartment almost two years ago. Like good children everywhere, we siblings immediately started … Continue reading…