Friday, December 28, 2012
I decided the worse thing about living alone (more or less) is cooking. I have to cook it, eat it alone, then do the dishes.(When my late wife was here, were shared these and most household chores.) I see why so many single people opt to eat out. Tonight, since all meat in the house is in the freezer and not thawed, I will have a delicious bowl of Raisin Bran. I will lay out some pork chops for tomorrow.
Baby, it's cold outside, but in here it's warm as toast and cozy!
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Isn't it funny that when we in the Midwest get a "bunch" of snow, we hardly get a mention on the Weather Channel. However, the New England states, and along the East coast gets storms named for them and plenty of hype. Do they not know how to handle snow, or what? I would think that as much as they get in the winter, and that it usually comes to us before them, they would have plenty of warning and be prepared. What a bunch of wimps!! I guess it goes to show who are the heartier people. We are the pioneers, after all.
Today is beautiful. Not too cold, and the sun is out on this snow covering up all the ugliness. I decided to go out and get out the snowblower and get it going. NOT! It will not start. I only used it once last year as we had minimal snow, and it worked fine. I cleaned the sparkplug, put in new gas/oil mix, choked and primed and about pulled my arm off trying to get it going. Nothing would work. So, I resorted to the shovel. But since I am in therapy for my left shoulder and rotator cuff and etc, I more or less shoved instead of scooped. I got things cleared enough to get the car out of the garage, and the sidewalks cleared to the garage, and the front so the poor mailman could get to my porch. Now I feel like I need a nap. So I will.
We are expecting more of the white stuff later in the week, but if my snow blower won't start, I have a number to call for a guy who has a blade on his truck and charges a reasonable fee for snow removal. I will give him a call and save my back and shoulders from more harm.
Again I must say that this growing old is NOT for sissies.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
We even got free popcorn at the theater. (That's to make up for the "highway robbery" of $9.00 a ticket that it cost us to get in.) But it was worth it to spend quality time with Prof and Kiddo and Kiddo's buddy/roommate.
So, after all the excitement of the day, this ol' guy is tired. So, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
I went shopping yesterday for the first time. I had picked up a few things here and there, but the major shopping was done yesterday. I still have some to do. Oh, I haven't bought the two little grands a thing yet. I am at a loss there. Their house looks like Toys R Us now, so I am not buying toys. Mom says they don't need clothes, so what does that leave. BOOKS! I am looking for the classic children's books like Curious George, Goodnight Moon, etc.I haven't found them yet. Maybe B and N will have them if I can arrange a 45 minute drive to the nearest one.
Gift cards seem to be high on everyone's list this year. That is so easy, but so not-like-me. But, if ya can't beat 'em, join 'em. So I got a bunch of gift cards to everyone's fav stores. Then I picked up some smaller things for each adult.
My list for myself was rather simple. Tighty whities, Tee shirts, and socks were top of the list followed by a new set of portable phones, (mine bit the dust last weekend after 15 years of good service), a Kerig coffee maker, and a Chromebook! I believe in giving a list with a wide price span, just in case some one is feeling flush this Christmas. LOL!
My Christmas is made more wonderful each year when our church choir and orchestra present our annual cantata. That happened last Sunday evening to a packed sanctuary. It was a joyful celebration of the Birth. It is our choir's gift to the community and the community surely responded. There were people of different denominations and faiths present. It was glorious!
My travel plans to Texas had to be put on hold for a few weeks due to the expensive repairs on my car last weekend, but it is fixed and safe to drive once more, so maybe next month I will head to my bro's in the Lone Star State. I miss him and his family, especially at this time of year. But I will get there soon.
Friday, December 14, 2012
I remember the fear that surged through me when I came upon a car accident on a nearby highway, noticed that the mashed up vehicle on its top out in a field looked a lot like my son's car. It was! But he was unhurt, thanks to seat belts and a roll bar. So, I can relate to some level of fear that those parents of surviving children must have felt. I cannot, in any way, imagine the loss that the parents of the murdered children are feeling. I only know that it must be devastating.
My big question is what was the young man's mom doing with automatic firearms. For cripe's sake, she was a teacher of young people. What did she need with an assault rifle?
There is no excuse for what this young man did. I really don't give a damn what his problems were, or what his motivation was. Who cares? He had to be sick, but who cares? I don't! I only care about those poor people in Newtown. How can they possibly overcome this tragedy.
I admire the law enforcement personnel who responded. What a job! And they did it so well.
What else is there left to say except please remember these folks in our thoughts and prayers as they mourn. May God be with them all.
My beautiful red '06 Chrysler Sebring was making a "clunking" sound when I turned the steering wheel. It's been doing it for about a week, but was getting worse. So, yesterday I called the local garage and made an appointment to have it looked at. The "gal" I talked to was rather rude and abrupt, made no overture of being the least bit helpful. I explained that it was my only "ride" so I would at least need to be taken home, or else I guess I could sit there all day while they fix the car. A few other questions were met with either snide or rude remarks. They are the only Chrysler dealership around this area. The one where I bought the car is about 25miles away and I didn't want to risk going there with the noise it was making. So, I made the arrangements to go at 8:00 AM this morning.
In the meantime, I related my phone call to Prof. Sooooo, on her way home yesterday after school, she dropped in at the garage. She talked to the Service Manager, who she said looked to be about 12 years old (LOL) and she told him that his people were not very "people friendly" and told him how I was treated by whom ever answered the phone that morning. She said that I had been a Chrysler fan for a long time, and might just want to buy a car there sometime, and that if that was the kind of service...and so on and so on.
This morning when I got there, they were ready and waiting on me. With a free loaner car for the day. They called when they had an estimate of time and final cost. They called me again to tell me that I will be needing new brakes soon, or did I want them to do that today, and also called when the car was done. They were polite, and very accommodating.
Now, why and what made the change?? Was it because the service manager is just that much better at his people skills, or did the fact that Prof stopped in and was polite, but firm with him that made the difference. Do they treat all Senior Citizens like second class citizens unless they are stood up for by someone else, or what? Made me questions their ethics, though.
I bought my last car somewhere I had a friend working. He no longer works at that establishment, so I have no ties at that garage. So I might buy here locally the next time, or I might go 40 miles away where my friend is working now.
Customer service is so important, and whether or not I am wealthy or just middle class, old or young, should not make any difference.
But, now it's fixed,(broken tie rod) and paid for and I am satisfied with the job they did, even if I am not too impressed with their people skills.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
2. What is your favorite Christmas movie? The Preacher’s Wife
3. Who is your favorite fictional Christmas Character? The Little Drummer Boy
4. Favorite magazine for Christmas ideas? Taste of Home
5. Favorite smells of the Season? Pine and Spices
6. Favorite sounds of the Season? Love the sound of jingling bells!
7. The saddest part of Christmas? Missing those who have gone on before us.
8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up on Christmas morning? Is everything ready?
9. Favorite Christmas treat? Chocolate fudge
10. Where is your best hiding place for gifts before Christmas? Car trunk, only I have the keys
11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….give more to charities and good causes..
12. What is the best present you remember ever getting for Christmas? There have been scores of "BEST" presents over the years. I loved them all!
13. What kind of weather do you like to have on Christmas? It’s Indiana, so snow and cold is a must!
14. Favorite holiday drink? Spiced Cider
15. Something I used to do at Christmas that I don't do anymore.....Buy lots of gifts and send lots of cards
16. Do you wear anything special for Christmas? Nope
17. Favorite Christmas memory? Seeing Prof and Kiddo hauling all their stuff off the train from Montana. Maybe not a “favorite, but was a hoot.”
18. What is your favorite Christmas activity? Singing in our Christmas cantata.
19. What activity is traditional in your family on Christmas Day? After unwrapping, we go to a new movie. We all have to agree on the same one.
20. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? There’s so many, but I love “In the Bleak Midwinter” and “O Come All Ye Faithful.”
21. What is your least favorite part of Christmas? Taking down all the decorations and packing it all away again!
So, what is on your Grown-Up Christmas List??
Saturday, December 01, 2012
The more I enjoy sleeping in.
The more I like just staying around the house.
The more I enjoy the giggles and laughter of my family.
The more I like the smiles of my friends and acquaintances.
The more I enjoy a good book and a cuppa coffee.
The more I appreciate a hug.
The more my faith means to me.
The more I admire the "heroes" of my community. ( Medical personnel, Fire and rescue, and police.)
The more I enjoy the beautiful lights and sounds of Christmas.
The more time I want to spend just being me.
The more I love being alive and being free to do all things.
Senior citizens and those of you who aren't there yet, but might be close, enjoy life today. Tomorrow isn't here yet, and yesterday is gone and done with. As someone wiser than me once said, "Today is a gift...that's why it's call the "present."
Friday, November 30, 2012
the BIG tree is 7 1/2 feet tall and is one of those "pre-lit" jobbies. I got it all together and found that half of one row of lights didn't work. Too many years have passed to return the tree to Hobby Lobby where I purchased it. So, I spent two hours tracking down the problem, only to find that one of the sockets, way in the back near the "trunk" of the tree has a weird connector and the wire splits and goes two different directions after making a 180 degree turn in the connector, and that's where the current ends. (I had a special tool that detects the current in the wire, I am not an electrician). Obviously the wire is broken, thus the outage. I simply turned that portion of the tree to the back. Yesterday I carried in the ornaments and after putting on about 2/3 of them decided that "less is more." No one else really cares what my tree looks like anyhow, and I have to take it all down and put it away after Christmas, so I stopped decorating. I think it looks beautiful. Usually, the tree is so full of ornaments that one cannot enjoy each and every one, so this year I spaced them out and by doing that, I remember them one by one and the "story" that goes with each one.
I put up a few of my collection of Nativities. One is a small Victorian-era set and another is a hand carved set from Haiti. I always put out the one we got Kiddo when he was little. It's soft pliable plastic and the figurines are "kids." Those, along with a music box is the extent of my decorating so far. I keep thinking of other things I want to get out, so probably today I will rummage around in the garage and find the rest of the cherished, memory-holding things that seem to make the Christmas season a little brighter!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
I think it would be a good idea to organize an "artisan cooperative." A place where artists and craftspeople could come together and sell their wares. Finding a place to do this could be a problem, though. I thought about having it once a month on a Saturday (the same Saturday each month) at our local Senior Center. We could price our own things, man our own booths, and donate 10% of our total sales to the Center. It would be win-win for both. It would probably start out small with only a few booths, but as word got around to both craftspeople, and the general public, I think it would work.
I have no idea how to organize or start something like this, but I would be willing to learn, and help.
Another possibility would be setting up booths at my church on the first Saturday of each month in conjunction with our Community Outreach Breakfasts that we hold there. Craftspeople and artists (aren't they the same) would not have to be members of our church. I think the cooperative could donate the 10% of the sales to local charities, or local food banks, or our new free clinic, or our local mission store.
I have made numerous hats, scarves, shawls, and etc and given them away. I could use a little profit to keep my yarn supply active, as well as the incentive to make more for the public's consumption, and also help out the community as a whole.
It's just another idea milling around in there in my mind. What do you all think?
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Kiddo stopped by last evening to borrow some clothes for a Halloween costume.(is my wardrobe really that scary?) I asked him how it was going living in an apartment. He loves it. He said I would be proud of them, because they haven't smoked in the apartment once. They have a balcony and smoke out there. He said that they were out of groceries. I mentioned that they might want to pool some cash and go shopping, but he laughed and said that if they had extra money, they would rather party!!! (His mom and I bought their stash of groceries as a housewarming gift, and they are all gone now.) Kiddo is learning how to budget his money so he has rent and gas money. He will soon have to start paying back his school loan, so he is trying to save some, too.
His roommate, Lou, makes more money that Kiddo, but spends a lot more, too. He has debts also, so they are trying to work out their finances. I think it funny to hear them talk, but I also think it's a good thing that they made this move. It is teaching both boys, at age 19, to be more responsible, how to take care of themselves and a home, and, too, how to get along with their fellow man.
Oh, I remember the college days when I had an apartment and a roomie. We got along well then, and after almost 45 years, we are still best friends. I hope that Kiddo has as good an experience.
(And I'm loving the P & Q!)
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Anyhow, we arrived back at my house with most of the afternoon available. I asked Curley if she would help me move my living room furniture around. I have the "easy gliders" and all that stuff, so it wasn't a taxing job, and I basically wanted her input on arrangements that I had in mind. Well, all in all it was a success, but Curley switched into her housecleaning mode, and had me scurrying for dust rags, Pledge, the sweeper and broom and dustpan. I had to get a damp rag and clean the woodwork behind whatever we moved and then again before we moved a piece into its new spot. Wow! My living room looks and feels so clean. I tossed some stuff that had been piling up, gathered stuff that needed to go upstairs and generally got everything put back in place.
I didn't intend for Curley to clean my house, just help me decide where to put stuff. But she said that when you move furniture there is no sense in putting it in a "dirty" spot, thus the cleaning. I feel like I owe her "big time," but she just insists that that's just how friends are. How lucky I am to have a friend like that! Thank you, Curley!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Here's my work table and all (not even close) my tools of the trade! See what I mean by "creative chaos?"
Now, I need to clean up the work table, grab some more coffee and get back to work. I think I need only about 20 more cards to complete the list. Then, I have some gifts to make. When do the leaves get raked and the house swept and dusted. Maybe next month! And that's just a "maybe."
Monday, October 15, 2012
I read it yesterday afternoon and finished it this morning with my coffee and doughnuts. It is a wonderful tale about people on a train bound for L.A. at Christmas time.
It will talk to you, remind you of your childhood, and make you want to ride a train, maybe before the railroads in America are only history.
Please take the time to read this short novella. I know it will make you cry, smile and even laugh out loud. Definitely, it will make you believe in Christmas and the miracles that sometimes happen during the celebration of Jesus' birth.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
After our shoot was over, my son and his family did their session. THEN, they said that they had a family shoot already scheduled with their own photog next week, so they were being very generous with their time as well as themselves. I was able to purchase a few, (very high priced) and will show you the goods when I get them.
It was for a good cause, though. In a church with a large (for our community) congregation, it's helpful to have a pictorial directory so I can put a name with a face. We have a lot of new people that have started attending, and it will also help our new pastor to put names and faces together of us older members.
All in all it was fun, a lot of laughing and very few tears. Like I said, knowing my family the way I do, I knew it would all go well in the end.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
'Good friends are like stars..... ....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Thanks to my son, and Curley for telling me about this stuff. I plan to get some "long johns" too.
Peace (and warmth),
Sunday, September 30, 2012
New glasses, a tooth extraction which called for adding another tooth to my already semi-full partial, and the usual 6-7 month checkup for cholesterol and blood pressure, plus a trip to the ER for a near panic attack brought on by too much stress. (Really it was strained chest wall muscles, which caused chest pain, which in turn caused the panicky feeling.)
So, I continue to take the meds, exercise, try to eat right, and keep on keeping on. Fall is in the air so I will be raking leaves and getting the yard ready for winter. I also keep busy with my hand work and card making. I am thinking of taking a painting (acrylics) class that is going to be offered at our local Senior Center. I keep going to my crochet club and singing in the choir. I still read voraciously. I enjoy all that I do and wonder sometimes how I managed to work for a living for over 50 years.
So, as another month passes and another one comes along, I just will keep on keeping on.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Ahh! Youth! Growing up is hard to do!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
The author really hit the poverty in the Appalachian regions on the head. I have relatives living in that area and have seen it first hand. Her descriptions of the area were right on, too. This novel was what I call a "smart book," where the author isn't afraid to use the ten dollar words. I like books like that. I just thought there was too much "personal crap" going on behind the scenes with the main character, which didn't really add to the story, and which she left the reader hanging out there wondering what happened with her daughter and her sister. Makes me think that this will become another series.
All in all, I would give it 3 stars out of 5.
This about sums up my feelings of politics:
Maybe when November comes well all get some much wanted peace (and maybe some change, too.)
Friday, September 14, 2012
They make my day!
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Peace (reigns once again),
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Meanwhile, back at Casa Mine, I have had the whole place to myself. I have played the stereo loudly, have danced in the living room, have sang in the shower at the top of my lungs, and have run around in my underwear. It's quiet, and staying really neat. Any mess made since last Wednesday can only be mine. I have dined sitting on the kitchen counters, and eaten peanut butter with a spoon straight from the jar. I have stayed up as late as I wanted without the lights bothering anybody and I have NOT had the TV on more that 2 hours all the time I have been alone.
If Prof and Kiddo do decide to move on, I will miss them. I will miss Prof's tales about her job, and life. I will miss her cooking and just having her here to rely on for certain household chores. I will miss Kiddo's ramblings and even his blustering. But will I miss the constant noise of just having others in the house? NO! For, you see, silence is golden.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
There is Susan. She is my accompanist when I sing, and our choir director at church. She is also a friend who just seems to understand things that I share with her.
There is Tom. He's a guy who I met in college, roomed with for two years, and that was 45 years ago. We are still best friends. He and his wife have shared their lives with me and mine for all these years. It's a wonderful thing to have a lifetime friend.
Then there is Curley. You all have heard me talk about her since I began blogging. She is this gal I met at work. She's a wife and a mom. She's a daughter and a sister, too. But to me she's a confidant, a sharer, and most of all, my friend. We worked together for a long time, and this purely platonic friendship just went from there. She has taught me how to crochet, and tried to teach me to knit. She understands loss having lost her dad recently, so I can talk to her about loss. She has children of her own, and she has become sort of a second Mom to my kids. She is a person who my children even though they are adults, will call and talk to if they have a concern. Curley is happily married to Hunter/fisherman, but he hates to shop, and craft. These are the things we do together, and he doesn't care. In fact, I think he's relieved that Curley has someone to shop and craft with so he doesn't feel like he has to. LOL! We have a lot of laughs, and also some tears, but through it all, the friendship we have is special. Curley was a good friend to my late wife, Tilly, and I know that Tilly would like the fact that we still maintain that bond.
So, when I talk friendship, I stop and think, "My how lucky I am." Friends like mine, don't just happen. A Higher Power made these friendships and I am blessed to be the recipient.
How lucky can one guy get?
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tonight, Grandson Kiddo called me. He was on his delivery route for Pizza Hut, and the house he was to deliver to was an abandoned one. (Cruel joke???) He wanted me to look up Pizza Hut's number so he could call them for further instructions.
Me "You work for Pizza Hut and you don't know their number?"
Kiddo: " I can't remember it." (He was frustrated...it's his first week of work.)
So I got the phone book and was looking it up when...
Kiddo: "Grandpa, I found the number on the ticket."
Me: "It's probably on the pizza box, too."
Kiddo: "Yes, and on the lighted sign on top of my car...duh". "Thanks, bye."
No crap, people, this was so funny I have been rolling on the floor laughing all evening!!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Saturday, August 04, 2012
Then, there's Prof''s X. He was seemingly a nice guy for a while. Especially during the 4 years they dated. But alas, he turned "bummish." He is not parent material, has always tried to ignore his responsibility to his son (my grandson, Kiddo) and has just recently shown his true colors which aren't even on the color spectrum they are so low.
So, why doesn't the country just designate an area in some land way far away for these miscreants so we don't have to deal with them. (Preferably not Texas; I have relatives and friends there). Bums, abusers, and gold diggers, along with other bothersome X's would be sent there for just existing in a world and taking up precious oxygen that the rest of us could be using!!!
This is a needless rant, I realize, but I needed to vent!
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Now and Forever
You were a part of me
And the memory cuts like a knife
Didn't we find the ecstasy
Didn't we share the daylight
When you walked into my life
Now and forever
I will remember
All the promises still unbroken
And think about all the words between us
That never needed to be spoken.
We had a moment
Just one moment
That will last beyong a dream, beyond a lifetime
We are the lucky ones
Some people never get to do
All we got to do
Now and forever
I will always think of you
Didn't we come together
Didn't we live together
Didn't we cry together
Didn't we play together
Didn't we love together
And together we lit up the world
I miss the tears
I miss the laughter
I miss the day we met and all that followed after
Sometimes I wish
I could always be with you
The way we used to do
Now and forever
I will always think of you
Now and forever
I will always be with you.
Will this every get any easier?
Peace and Hope
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
1. You have 10 dollars and need to buy snacks at a gas station. What do you get? Either a “Chunky Original” or York Peppermint Patty for sweet, and kettle corn for the sweet/salty taste.
2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be? A dolphin; they are so smart!
3. Who’s your favorite redhead? Julia Roberts
4. What do you order when you’re at IHOP? Veggie omelet with egg beaters, dry toast and coffee. I am not an IHOP fan at all.
5. Last book you read? "Chasing Darkness" by Danielle Girard.
6. Describe your mood. Nervous and grumpy, but why?
7. Describe the last time you were injured. I fell off the last step getting off a Greyhound bus. The driver neglected to pull out the “courtesy step” and that last step was a big one. I scraped my left arm, leg and knee, jammed my shoulder and the top three ribs on the left side of my chest were shoved slightly over top of my sternum. I was pissed at the driver, who didn’t even have the courtesy to come over and see if I was okay. If I had known how injured I really was, I would have made sure Greyhound pay for the Dr. bills, most certainly. Of course, those injuries don’t appear for sometimes years. That was 5 years ago, and I am still having problems.
8. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with? Stuck in a well??? If I had to be stuck with anyone in a well, it would be my friend Alan. He is the most ingenious guy I know and could get us out. He’s MacGyver II!
9. Rock concert or symphony? How about a blended concert of both?
10. What is the wallpaper of your cell phone? I don’t have wallpaper. Just white background.
11. Favorite soda? Coke (Caffeine free, diet of course)
12. What type of shirt are you wearing? A blue tee with the logo of our church on it. We sold them as a fund raiser several years ago. I still have this one. Bleach spots and all!
13. If you could only use one form of transportation? Local free transit (for those of us over 60) and for travel, Amtrak (but allow plenty of time...they are NEVER on schedule!)
14. Most recent movie you have watched in theater? “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.”
15. Name an actor/actress/singer you have had the hots for. Ahhh! I hate being predictable, but I would give closet space in my room to Meg Ryan any time.
16. What’s your favorite kind of cake? Texas Chocolate Sheet cake.
17. What did you have for lunch yesterday? Meat Loaf with corn and apples at Cracker Barrel.
18. Look to your left, what do you see? Filing cabinet topped with my printer, a trash bin with the shredder on top and a register for the furnace/AC.
19. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I usually do.
20. Favorite toy as a child? Brown Bear
21. Do you buy your own groceries? Usually, except when I know that Prof has to go, then I foist my list and my debit card on her. I dislike grocery shopping immensely, and it’s sort of like having a root canal, only worse. At least one is numb for a root canal.
22. Do you think people talk about you behind your back? I'm pretty sure some do!
23. When was the last time you had gummy worms? Years, and I wasn’t impressed. Now, gummy bears, yes. But I like the cinnamon flavored ones the best.
24. What’s your favorite fruit? Black grapes or raspberries.
25. Do you have a picture of yourself doing a cartwheel? Are you kidding?? Did they even make cameras back when I turned my last cartwheel?
Anyhow, I digress, it did rain .9" today, and added to what little we have gotten the last few days, things are beginning to green up some. I noticed that the shaded areas of my yard will need the help of my mower come Thursday or Friday. And of course, the weeds are leaping out of the ground. LOL!
Saturday, July 21, 2012
The parents claim that they have all the "stuff " for either a boy or a girl, and so they don't want to know the sex this time. All Lil Bro wants to know is that there is only ONE heartbeat. With twins on both sides of the family, and in his generation, he is nervous. I say "bring them on" but of course I am only the spoiler in this whole picture.
Whether a girl or boy, the child will be welcome and loved deeply and completely. There could not be any better or more deserving parents!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Today, after coming home from church, Prof and I donned our ugliest and oldest work clothes and went to work in the garage. We had picked up plastic storage bins at Dollar General on the way home, so out we went. We shuffled, condensed, shifted, tossed, and restacked. I managed to move some of my multitude of Christmas decorations, condensed some, shifted some, and even tossed a few old wreaths and strings of unworkable lights. I rehung some stuff, and was able to clear some much needed shelf space for Prof's boxes. After 5 hours and 30 minutes, much sweating, and lots of pulling, tugging and lifting, Prof can now get her car in the garage and so can I. Back on the left side where I used to always park. We took time to sweep it out and even dust off some grunge. It looks so nice and clean. I found some stuff I forgot about, and tossed some that I knew was there but up to now didn't want to deal with. If it wasn't so hot out, I would take a lawn chair out there and just sit and admire our handiwork.
So now I am back to parking on the left side again. It's like old home week in the ol garage!!
My shiny red one on the left. Prof's "Blue Goose" (which pulled the U-Haul from Montana in December, through miles and miles and miles of snow and ice. She never got to drive the speed limit until she was 30 miles from home) in my nice, clean garage.
Peace, (but I am pooped)