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Fanfares on Friday

20 Mar
My daughter at ten. Frame for sale.

My daughter at ten. Frame for sale.







Visit www.etsy.com/shop/aFrameJob

Ah yes. Three in four days. I really have to do something about my awful photos!

Dear daughter:

I needs help with pictures.



She and the grand visited for dinner tonight! Such a joy. We’re hanging out a couple of days next week. Oh yeah! Can’t wait.




Pins, Profits, and Getting Started

17 Mar

Today, I began the adventure…well actually the adventure started a very long time ago. Lots of preparation and a split in the space-time continuum and here I am,  finally making the first photo display board post to my Etsy shop.

There will be more!

Not above using my gorgeous granddaughter to sell product!

Not above using my gorgeous granddaughter to sell product!








Oh yeah, ain't she cute?

Oh yeah, ain’t she cute?







A little detail!

A little detail!








And a little more!

And a little more!










Since I am currently unemployed (again!), this seems a good use of time and energy. I must remember to use a mask in the barn however, for once again I am also suffering a sinus infection. A week of it has almost done for me.

Reminds me of Wally Lamb’s novel, She Has Come Undone. Great book. Consider it for your next read.

And so onto tomorrow. It is another day and another board. Here’s hoping for one a day. That’s imposing for one such as myself.

But who knows?

If you know someone who loves the rustic, sorta shabby look and looks kindly upon recycling endeavors, please send them my way. I’m here!

Today’s Weirdness

7 Mar

In a stunning turn of events Tuesday, I am back on solid food.

My BMI is borderline in qualifying for bariatric surgery. I cannot lose too much weight before being checked into the hospital. I was losing too much on liquids.

This is really weird. I’ve struggled fifty plus years with my weight and find myself needing to maintain it, not lose it. Now that is an irony.

I hope this works. I so hope my diabetes resolves.I keep repeating myself.

Of course, my age and the length of time I’ve been diabetic are not in my favor, but that chance, that small chance is enough. I have much to live for. After all I haven’t finished Season 2 of House of Cards! And Game of Thrones is coming up in April. And there are stories to write and hats to knit and gardens to tend.

And there is that first granddaughter coming up in June. So far my daughter hasn’t committed to a name for this beautiful child. So, I just keep referring to her as ‘Zoe’.

Wednesday, I bought Zoe’s first hat. My closet is full of hats and I can’t wait to play dress-up with her.

And it was a very productive day. Resume updated. Check. Unemployment filed. Check. Resume dropped at clinic looking for receptionist. Check. Banking done. Check. Stop at Sephora inside Penney’s to pick up exhausted facial products. Check. (New Zoe outfit too!) RX filled and picked up. Check.

And so Thursday and today we continue the reorganization of Zach’s room. Really need to finish this by Sunday, with two weeks of moderate lifting and recovery coming up!


If you need to know how compromised our society and government is, look no further than the Oversight Committee meeting this wee, chaired by Republican Congressman Darrell Issa and including ranking member, Democrat Congressman Elijah Cummings.

Issa closed the proceedings and cut Cummings microphone.  Cummings was not happy. Personally, I would have pitched a bitch fit over that one.

Issa’s action was appalling on so many levels.

And now, apparently, he has given a back-handed apology. I don’t think it’s an apology if you then claim the person you are apologizing to ‘staged’ the confrontation.

Really? How would Cummings know before-hand you were gonna shut him down?

Rude, presumptuous, disrespectful behavior. It is an epidemic. And this ‘my way, or the highway’ attitude is beyond unhelpful.

I wish someone would explain to me why anyone would be so dedicated to an ideology, so inclined to hear only one side of an issue, so reticent to research the agenda of those with the money behind the mouths, so convinced they are ‘right’, that they are willing to sacrifice the poor, the elderly, and the sick.

You hate Obamacare. So construct a solution to this health-business crisis in America. And never doubt, it is business in America, not care.

You hate the debt. Then stop waging war and making the 1% richer. Stop giving the wealthy a tax-free ride. They should pay more, they make more and they don’t seem inclined to voluntarily help those who help them.  Stop allowing corporations to dictate legislation. Stop allowing U.S. business to sell in the U.S. if they move their jobs overseas.

You want jobs? Two thoughts: clean energy and infrastructure. Stop giving your tax dollars to the oil and natural gas industry and demand they spend some of the billions of dollars of profit they see each year on clean energy. They will still make money.

You think abortion is immoral. Then don’t get one.

You want to reverse Roe v. Wade? Get over it.  You send young people to war to die. Isn’t that rather hypocritical?

And stop voting for those who are targeting your emotions. Vote with your head.

Sanctimonious moralists!

Here’s the rub. Some of those sanctimonious moralists are friends.

And so I will keep repeating my political mantra: I will defend your rights. Will you defend mine?

Perhaps one day, those friends will understand.

Progress, Head Gear, and Dreaming

13 Feb

I’ve fallen behind in my reading. Hate that. So many blogs, so little time. Just know that if you haven’t heard from me lately, I’m still reading, I still love you…just behind.

Part of it is due to the daily excursions I make to the local college campus. I have a deal with Zach. I take him, drop him off, and pick him up and he makes it to class. We’re working on helping each other through a difficult time.

Most of the time, I do the grocery shopping and run errands while I’m waiting. I also work on any portable projects I have in progress. Today I finished a doily I was crocheting and ripped back a few rows on a knitted head band in search of a missing yarn over. It’s amazing what you can accomplish in a parking lot!

I really need to up the data plan on my I-phone…then I could read in the parking lot. Soon.

There’s a new piece for sale in my Etsy shop. Here’s my shameless self-promotion for the day. Picture first.


Ear Warmer Extraordinaire?

Ear Warmer Extraordinaire?

Etsy shop is here.

Now I will hide my blushing cheeks and pretend I didn’t just do that.

This afternoon I wandered up to the barn to swing for a bit. Thank goodness for workout gloves. No rope burns!

It is so peaceful there. I can see the house and a small portion of the road. I can hear the birds. The night creatures were just beginning to sing. There are spots of green appearing in the field. It’s a little hard to see those spots with the pasture in such desperate need of a good mow. There are many broken limbs and branches as well. The storm earlier in the year that knocked the power out for 4 days did some serious damage. It will take a long time to clear it. There are already piles of wood and twigs and branches in various spots around the yard waiting to be fed into the fire pit.

I’ve digressed from the swing.

It makes me smile. I’m only swinging for short periods as it hurts my shoulders and knees and sometimes, if I’m sitting just right, it stresses a nerve in my leg. But short and sweet is way better than nothing at all.

I’m still determined to build another one closer to the house. Perhaps one day I will have a grandchild to push. We will giggle and see who can go higher. Then we can plant pansies and have ice cream and eat mashed potatoes with cheese and bacon.  And she will love German chocolate cake for Christmas just as Zach and I do. We’ll swim and splash in the pool and play badminton.

We’ll shop. Pink pinafores and purple high tops will share space in our shopping bags with bright green tutus and lace trimmed socks.

But always, we will return to the swing.

As I dream of a granddaughter I have only one hope. I hope that soon there will be no nay votes on legislation that protects women’s rights, gay rights, human rights. The past few days Arkansas’ representatives have failed dismally along with others from around the country. It is a travesty to vote a personal agenda and ignore the rights of others.

Let’s move forward.


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