Thursday, October 29, 2009
I have no idea why the baby store's parking lot was so full. And times have changed. The gift I have always given mothers to be, because they were my very favorite things, hardly exist anymore. And those are the waterproof flannel pads. Those things made my life so much easier. It's funny how you think young people today have it easier but apparently not. Anyway after searching for what seemed like EVER in that store, I found what I wanted. And then the lines at checkout. And guess what people in the lines have? Yes! They have crying babies.
I finally got home and had maybe 14 seconds to unwind when my daughter and her friend showed up. For years my daughter and I have been carving pumpkins together except for last year. I suppose we could not coordinate our (her) schedules. Last year I just had that pile of uncarved pumpkins by the block of hay. For years I had been carving a scary cat complete with big whiskers, but this year I decided to go with goofy and simple. Mine is the pumpkin on the left. My daughter's pumpkin, in the middle, is a landscape of full moon and mountains. I told her people would think it was a one-eyed creature with one giant tooth. My daughter's friend had not carved a pumpkin in many years and really got a kick out of it. She said my pumpkin looked like a bunny. It was supposed to be a cross-eyed, buck-toothed being, but it does look sort of like Bugs Bunny. The pumpkin carving was fun and I started to unwind a bit, when my daughter started telling her friend about my costume and then I panicked because I realized I had forgotten to pick up my ruby slippers from the shoe place.
I really wanted Thursday to be an IN day because starting Friday, I will have four OUT days in a row. Besides I need to catch up on housework, do laundry and start packing. My Sweetie, who is the sweetiest Sweetie in the world asked me after dinner if I was okay. I told him I had forgotten my shoes and he offered to get them for me. What a relief. Now I can stay home and get a lot done. I want to get out of this rushed stressed feeling mode and back into giddy happy YAY mode. I am ready to party with my best bud in New Orleans. I will be there in 40.5 hours and I can't wait. And for everyone that keeps asking about pictures. Hello? I'm the person that even takes pictures of my meals when I go out to eat. And Lo? She is a fastidious photo chronicler of events. She is worse (better?) than I am about photo ops. Between the two of us we will probably have 100 pictures. And I am so looking forward to making them.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I want a Yoda fountain! So anyway, I'm all busy getting ready for my trip and trying to remember to do my normal stuff until Friday. I'm so excited!!!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
At first, I thought it was some special gadget for breaking up sauce muck. (Sauce muck is that thick ring of stuff you get around the top of bottles of barbecue sauce and A-1 sauce and that sort of thing.) But upon closer inspection, I found that it was actually a two part deal. The part I thought was the sauce muck scraper was actually a sort of pull handle:
Monday, October 19, 2009
And I'm not joking about being solar powered. My whole personality changed when I first moved to Texas and I realized years later that it was the sunshine. When My Sweetie was laid off in 2002 and was considering a job in Seattle he said, "We couldn't live there, there's not enough sun for you." And maybe that's why my Vancouver trip was so depressing. I really need sunshine.
I woke up on Friday to a very bright day. It actually hurt my eyes after weeks of drab. I spent the entire day outside except to eat lunch and post my little poem. I cleaned the deck, the spa, the patio. I put away the pots that no longer had flowers and rearranged some of the random pots (pictured above) in a new little grouping. And just sat. Sat and absorbed the sun. On Saturday, I took my little radio outside and sat in the sun. All afternoon. Just sat and soaked up the sun. Today (Sunday) I moved the table from the patio onto the deck and sat there and did sudoku puzzles, listened to the radio and drank beer. All afternoon. Monday is supposed to be 74° and fully sunny all day, so guess what? I'm going to do it again. You should see my tan.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
That rubber ring (see arrow left) popped off of the barrel (see arrow right). While the thing was spinning. All that grey stuff? Well it's supposed to be INSIDE the barrel not all over the place. I called my online supply place and talked to a guy and we decided I needed a new barrel. Each barrel has a rubber lip that keeps the rubber ring in place, which keeps the lid sealed, which keeps the grey sludge inside the barrel instead of spewing it all over the place. And although this all happened a week ago, I did not clean it all up until today. Because I am very lazy. The new barrel arrived on Tuesday, so I was ready to get it all going today.
Just after that, my daughter stopped by for a visit and I told her the chimney cleaners were coming at 5:00 and I asked her if I should clean out the fireplace. Half of my brain thought maybe that's like cleaning up before the maid comes and the other half kept saying, "They are CHIMNEY cleaners, not fireplace cleaners." Anyway, I couldn't decide but my daughter said we should not only clean the fireplace, but also take all the stuff off the hearth. So we did that. I've never had my chimney cleaned and forgot to ask the guy, so I didn't know. Oh, and the guy forgot and won't be here until 3:00 this afternoon and I didn't think to ask when he called, so I still don't know. I'll try to remember to ask him.
After she left, I began my dye experiments:
I have two different types of dyes going on. On the left is food coloring and on the right is some tie-dye stuff from an old kit that was my daughter's a million years ago and was never touched. I have test cloths in each bucket The color on the left is not true. The flash missed it and it is shadowed somehow. Anyway, I am leaving the test cloth in there for 24 hours to see which one looks the best because I have to dye some socks. Yes, I can even dye my socks to match my gown, jolly old town!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I made the illustration above to try to explain my theory. The colored figures represent personalities. Every personality has appendages and holes. (And that is why I did not do this post when I first thought about it, because I was having trouble thinking of how to illustrate it. I get an idea but I don't always exactly know how to produce it.)
Back to the illustration. I think of personalities like geometric shapes. They float around each other and sometimes pieces fit just right together like in the game Jenga. (That's the game with the wood pieces that fit together like a puzzle.) It's like certain people have certain holes that certain people have plugs for. Or something like that. And the thing is, you can have certain holes that certain people fit into and then they have certain holes that other people fit into, but you do not have a hole for that other person.
And that was the point of why I was thinking about all of this. I was thinking the other day about how blogger life is so similar to real life. In real life you can have two favorite friends that don't particularly like each other or maybe they just don't have anything in common. In the blogger world, we all have our favorite blogs, but maybe we don't care for some of the favorite bloggers of our favorite bloggers.
I guess it all comes down to the word "niche." And the base meaning of that word is like a small place that something fits into. Like my illustration above, friends are the people whose niches you fill and who fill your niches. Or something like that.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I thought it was funny tonight after our dinner at Chili's that he ordered that little shot glass dessert of hot chocolate syrup and a brownie.
I ordered another beer.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
When we bought the house, it had this wet bar against the wall there and then a dry bar next to it. I have no idea why. The former owners did not seem like the type of people that would hang out at a bar even in their own house. I hope they did not have people over and serve them lots of alcohol because the wallpaper that used to be in the bathroom next to this bar would have made them throw up. Or at least get very dizzy.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
The summer of my fifteenth year, Dad received a terrible phone call. A boy named Bruce had died in a terrible manner. Bruce was the second oldest of 4 kids in a family that my family knew pretty well. The oldest boy, Tony, was a year older than my brother and they were very good friends. Tony and Bruce both played on my Dad's Little League teams. There was another boy just one year older than me that I always had a crush on and the youngest was a girl that was a year younger than me that I played with on occasion. I once went to White Lake with their family and another time, my brother and I went together to their house to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas" because they had color TV and we didn't.
We were living in Durham, N.C. at the time and had been there for almost three years. My parents had split up that spring and my brother was in the Air Force, so it was just the two of us. Dad was broken hearted and not really one for funerals, but he knew this was one that he must attend. We called Granny to say we were coming down to visit and packed up our stuff and headed "back home."
Growing up in our small communty in the country outside of Goldsboro, many kids spent their summers working on harvesters in the tobacco fields. Bruce had finished up a day of that and was in a tobacco barn with his older brother and a few other guys when he leaned back and placed his hand on a large metal tobacco curing fan. This fan was not properly grounded and Bruce was soaked with sweat. He was, at the age of seventeen, electrocuted to death.
After Dad and I arrived at Granny's house, I realized I had forgotten my shoes. The morning of the funeral, I mean. Granny had teeny tiny feet and suggested that my aunt down the street might have some shoes that would work. My aunt, who was a pretty bulky lady at the time also had remarkably small feet for her size, but she had one pair of bright yellow heels that matched my skirt. They were about one size too small. They were a 6 and I wore a 7. I put them on, we got in the car and solemnly drove across town to the funeral home.
When we got there on that very hot summer day, the funeral home was packed and it was standing room only. There was no AC and the doors were open. People recognizing Dad made way for us to move forward, but we still had to stand. As the service started, I was standing just behind Dad's right shoulder and kept my left hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him.
The shoes were too tight, my knees were probably locked, it was very very hot and the place was packed. I started to feel woozy. I kept patting Dad's shoulder. And then, after blinking a lot and trying to "shake it off, " I just collapsed. I did not fall down, because it was standing room only. Dad told me later that my hand on his shoulder suddenly felt wrong and he turned around and saw me fainting and caught me along with the folks around me.
I never went completely unconscious but was blind and deaf. I could feel people moving me and it was like I was in a big black bowl of Jello. I thought for sure I had a brain tumor. The next thing I remember was that I was sitting down and people were talking to me through a very long garden hose. I actually thought, "Why are they talking to me through a garden hose?" Over time the words became more clear and my vision started to return. Bruce's mother was somehow in charge of taking care of me and I was mortified. I realized I was on the front porch and her son's body was inside. I felt awful. I found out later that she worked in a hospital and had training for that sort of thing.
I convinced everyone to get back to the funeral and they had me stay out on the porch bench with a cool compress on my head. I felt horrible for ruining everything and when Dad and I left, I cried and apologized the whole time.
Four years later, my brother was home from the Air Force and we were invited to Tony's house for a cookout. We drove down and had a good time. I don't remember a lot of it. I don't even remember owning that shirt:
But I will always remember one big thing. Tony (the one with the beard) said to me: I'll never forget when you fainted at Bruce's funeral. I think you saved my mother that day. I could tell Mom was about to lose it and when you fainted, her training kicked in and she was back into "Mom Mode." I know that taking care of you that day kept her from completely breaking down.
Fainting is never pleasant, but I'm really glad I fainted that day.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Maybe he was camera shy or whatever but he started goofing around and playing silly stuff as you can see. I think he was trying to "score" his son's skateboarding and also made a horse whinnying sound. As I was waiting patiently for a real song, I realized my phone was ringing.
I stopped recording and jumped inside to answer the phone and it was Lo. Lo that is going with me to New Orleans in 4 weeks. For Halloween. The Glinda to my Dorothy.
I stepped into the junk room because I smoke in there. It's at the front of the house and the window was open. Just as I sat down to tell her what I had been doing, he started playing "Somewhere Over The Rainbow."