Archive | September, 2012

Brand New World

28 Sep

If you read yesterday’s post, you’ve probably guessed that I wake up in a brand new world every morning. It takes a few moments and a small quantity of coffee to bring me back to planet Earth. Okay sometimes it takes all morning and a large quantity of coffee.

This morning was no different.

The door was shut so Molly’s click-click-whine had not disturbed me. There was a hot spot at my back. It turned out to be Peanut buried under covers. There wasn’t much sun coming from the window. It was rather overcast. These epiphanies poured into my conscious mind like sorghum molasses flowing on a biscuit outside in January.

In other words, it was a slow process. Very slow.

I crawled out again. Bob had made coffee. I was grateful.

Time passed. The fog in my brain did not. It did occur to me that the house was a shambles and needed some major help. A few weeks ago we had all the duct work replaced under the house. We also emptied one (yes we have two) of the attics in preparation for new insulation installation.

That attic filled a shed, half the kitchen, and half the living room. We found books, and baubles, an amazing amount of paper. There were records from my great-grandmother’s property taxes well before World War II. Oh my. I organized the paper. We took it back to the attic and stored it on shelves that are permanently attached to the rafters. I missed a couple of boxes in the process. Oh, well.

Days passed. Still there was no insulation installation. Now the living room was becoming problematic. I had the urge to rearrange the furniture.

So we moved all the bins and boxes to the carport. Poor Bru-honda can barely squeeze into the space. He requires cover from falling limbs, the occasional hail storm. And I require cover when exiting the house. You never know when rain will fall.

Then we moved all the miscellaneous Christmas decorations to my Craft Cave, the room designated for my random ventures into design and crafting. That created a tight squeeze for my large butt.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, this morning. House a shambles…I kinda got side-tracked on the back story.

We are still waiting on the insulation, but I must clear some of this out.

I start in the Cave. Now during all this shuffling, we removed a full sized pillow-top fluffy thing from my son’s bed. He no longer wanted its comfort. It’s not an easy thing to fold. Not an easy thing to carry around. Not an easy thing to store. It’s been folded in my Cave for many days. Well at least until it fell off the chair and landed in a heap on the floor.

It is the first thing I pick up. This fluffy thing has to be folded once again. And it has to be stored. First I have to decide how to store it. I go looking for a bag. I keep all the plastic packaging when I buy new comforters and pillowcases and sheet sets so I started there. No luck in finding a package. All the big ones were already taken. I did run across two of those space-saving things you suck all the air out of with your vacuum.

One was big enough for papa bear. One was about the size of baby bear. The other looked just right.

I took the just right one and the fluffy thing to my bed. I did the folding struggle. M’arm’s started to hurt.

I proceeded to a writhe and squirm bag stuffing. Returning to the cave, bag in hand I began a close-the-bag-suck-the-air battle. I stood on the bag, kneed it repeatedly, nearly broke a finger on the closing, lashed the floor with it, cursed it soundly, and still did not achieve closure.

And now there is a hole in the bag.

Molly and I both need a life.

Morning Mayhem

27 Sep

I suffer crawling out of bed in the morning. It is what I imagine a bear would experience upon waking from hibernation; grumpy, disoriented, hungry, thirsty, with an excruciating need to pee.

This morning, as usual,  the click click of Molly’s nails on the floor and her whine of “get up!’ have brought me to a state of semi-consciousness. Geez this dog really needs to get a life.

Shortly thereafter, still abed in my bear-like state, I hear husband Bob rattling at the door with his keys. He’s coming in from a long night at the hospital.

I have to be nice. Now that’s a stretch for a bear. Nice?

I scramble to the door. What if he catches me still abed? I should have been up an hour ago. Oh, wait. Don’t have to go to a ‘job’ this morning.  It’s all cool. But I seriously need the bathroom. I need coffee.

Hi Bob! Have a good night?

Bob does the grumble, grumble thing. Can’t hear the man. He mumbles his grumbles.

Glad you had a good night honey!

I’m heading straight for the bathroom so the grumble mumbles sail over my head.

Ahhhhhhhhh. Much better now. Coffee.

This coffee maker is so slow. Is there some way to increase the drip? Guess I could clean it. All that build-up makes great coffee though. Slow? Or good? What’s it gonna be. My patience is legendary in its non-existence.

I heart coffee.

And the bear begins to awake.

I head to the living room with cup in hand. And find this:

Molly, Peanut, and Bunny

My sofa has gone to the dogs.

Luckily we have another one otherwise all human interaction in the living room would take place on the floor. I have vacuumed and scrubbed this poor piece of furniture so many times, its next incarnation will be smoke. It is destined for the burn pile.

In the meantime, I suppose the dogs are happy critters. However Molly’s nap is rather irritating considering the click-click-whine thing. Let me repeat. The dog is neurotic.

Anyone know a good dog therapist? Donations toward her mental health will be gratefully accepted.

Verities and Balderdash

26 Sep

I love the title of this Harry Chapin album. Verities and Balderdash pretty much sums up my life. We humans have so many ups and downs. Living with a sense of humor certainly makes it all more interesting and fun.

Speaking of fun. My daughter and I visited a local flea market a few months ago.

And found this!

Ain’t he cute?

Oh, I wanted to take him home! He laid his head on my shoulder and I could feel the love. His owners told me that he followed them around, snuggled up to watch TV. I was enthralled by the little fellow. His little hooves painted and the bow tie had nothing to do with it.

Alas, I had to leave him behind. The 5 critters I harbor might not have understood.

Occasionally my critters irritate the heck outta me. Truly,  they are my best buds. I love their little warm bodies, their kisses and playful nips.

I love  their loyalty and the interaction they have with one another. I love the that they are snuggle bunnies . Even when 60 pound, needy, Molly climbs into my lap, I cherish them. The unconditional love they give is a gift.

I still miss my Chico.

Proud Little Guy

Chico Chi Chihuahua. He loved his frog. And in his honor I have a fairy frog tattooed on my arm. Geez, I’m such a sucker.


That is Southern for ‘my arm’.

Today has been a learning experience for sure. I finally figured out how to crop the photos when I got to the frog! Yah me! Slow learner. Work with me please.

The Learning Curve

25 Sep

This is the dreaded Learning Curve. With any luck the adventure will begin next Monday with five weekly posts and two Pinterest-ing craft projects completed each week. And then some if the fancy strikes. Sometimes, ya know, we crafters and designers just get on a roll. You will be able to buy if you like, though setting that in motion may require extreme study and research. And I do have a fondness for naps in my old age. ZZZZZZZZZZ.

Keep your fingers crossed. I need all the help I can get!

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