Friday, November 17, 2017

I Might Just Need a Facelift

I have been thinking of changing my profile picture. This place is taking a toll on me, I seemed to have aged dramatically. I must have been telling lies, just look at how long my nose is!

Fortunately this is not my real face .... this is just how I feel lately. I wore the mask on Halloween, just for the benefit of HeWho rarely pay attention to his surroundings. To his credit, he did notice my new look.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

The Hanging Of The Sign

As the weather is deciding when to change I am taking advantage of the warm afternoons and tackling some gardens. I was gifted some mulch by a kamper. Black mulch, in bags. As you all know, I am a big fan of free stuff and usually wait until the tree trimmers come through for the power company. I am so nice, I let them dump the chipped up branches by the truckload. I am nice like that.

Remember a while back, when I was lettering and painting the sign to replace the main one in the front of the property? I prepped the main part of the sign, painted it and then lettered one side and painted that. I painted all the trim and painted the individual letters to put on the side of the sign that most of our incoming traffic will see. This sign identifies the property. Important for first time visitors. The sign has been waiting to be mounted for quite some time.

The sign is heavy. The 4 X 8 piece of plywood is heavy alone, but HeWho fancies himself to be a wood worker, routed a "frame" out of treated 4 X 4 lumber. This made the sign really heavy, so much so, that I decided I would not be helping lift it. This helped with the many excuses about the delay in erecting the sign.

1. It is too windy.
2. Nobody is available to help lift it.
3. Too cold.
4. The wind, again.
5. The need to locate an electrical line, so the sign can have lights.
6. No help available.
7. Too windy.
8. Waiting to have the electrical line marked.

About the power line ..... no digging was required to mount this sign. It was to be placed on the stacked stone mount already there. When we put in the emergency shut-off for the propane dispensing station, HeWho ran the line out to the sign in order to put a light on the sign. This was some time ago. Seems "someone" either ran over the outlet with the mower or the weed eater and did not fix it immediately. Time allowed the extended wire to disappear. I since bought a solar light .....

This is the front side that most of the traffic sees.

 And, this is the back side. This side was previously just blank. The letters on the front side were cut out of thin plywood and then painted. The back side is painted directly on the plywood. I think the space below the letters cries out for something more. Maybe ..... frogs?

The sign went up yesterday! Today, HeWho does not paint, asked me to touch up any spots that needed it. "Do I need a ladder?" I am not tall and I am old .... I am not going to attempt to climb on the rock base under the sign. HeWho looked at me like it was an unreasonable question. I painted as high as I could manage to reach.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

No, Thank You

I  lack motivation. I eat, sleep and get up and do it over again. Yesterday I finally forced myself to go on a shopping trip for some lights and stuff to decorate for Christmas. It did make me feel better.

This is not to say that I have done absolutely nothing. I have been pulling up dead annuals and gathering seed. Painted fence boards until I no longer had paint. I have two 6' panels left and I picked up more paint yesterday. Too cold to paint today or I would have knocked out the last two panels.

Instead I took the refrigerator apart. I checked all the expiration dates and tossed any leftovers I could not recognize. I won't bore you with my dusting skills.

Inspiration hit me this morning. As usual it HeWho is my life mate. After a restless night, I dragged myself out of bed and was sitting here in relative peace, sipping coffee and situating dogs on my lap as I tried to come fully awake. Still in my night time attire, I was interrupted by the appearance of a camper ringing the bell.

No matter that I am not open for another 30 minutes and am not ready to face my nation. The canines in my lap see the door opening attempt on the monitor and begin barking to let me know of an intruder to my waking up ritual. My head is aching and I am annoyed, but I stumble into the nice dark cavern where HeWho is still abed, to grab some daytime attire.

Do I begrudge his ability to get a full 9 hour, uninterrupted sleep? Of course, I do. Do I wonder if just once in a great while he could take over the bladder needs of my dogs? Yes, but I don't even ask, since I would have to wake up to wake him up, defeating the whole purpose. Did I make enough noise to wake him on purpose? Yes, I did. It was time for him to get up anyway.

By the time I get to the door, the camper is gone and I can resume my coffee sipping in relative peace. I settle in again with one dog on the left and one on my lap and one on the arm of the chair. I am much adored by animals with four legs.

HeWho and his dog blunder around noisily and he announces his upcoming trip to McDonald's for his morning biscuit and fizzy beverage. As is his habit he asks if I want anything. Sometimes I do, most times I don't. I don't mind his asking, I do mind the follow-up asking. "Are you sure?" "Pancakes?" "Iced coffee?" "Anything?"

If I say 'no, thank you', that should suffice! I am not at my best early in the morning and if anyone should know this, HeWho has been with me for almost 43 years, should! So, this very morning I raised my considerable voice (just in case those hearing aids were off) and let him know beyond any doubt, that I was not interested in anything McDonalds has to offer. It is going to be a long day. 

Friday, November 3, 2017

Painting Beetles

I paid for my day off. Yesterday was almost 80 degrees. It was so hot that HeWho did not even attempt to build a fire. He did dress like it was 40 degrees, even when I warned him that the long sleeved flannel shirt would be too much.

Since the weather was so nice I decided to tackle painting the back of the house. We re-sided the main building and that has been done. Well, sort of. There is still some painting that needs to happen on the east side that would require me to go well above my comfort level of two steps on the ladder. I would have to stand on top of the ladder to even begin to reach the peak, so that was out.

The back of the house is nice and low and only required one step up on most of the length. It was still a big job. Last time the back was painted, HeWho loves anything mechanical, used a sprayer. He sprayed it all, windows, whatever might be in the way. Fortunately, there are only two small windows and I have long since scraped and cleaned them several times. There were vines covering the back of the house when we moved here. I pulled them all down and had every intention of scraping the boards. I didn't and what was left of the vines was painted.

Yesterday, armed with a 4" scraper and a pail with a brush, I scraped and painted the entire back of the house. I did a really good job, if I do say so myself. Took most of the day, but I still managed to do laundry and cook and take down Halloween d├ęcor. What did HeWho loves to ride do, you might be asking?

HeWho bought himself a truck last week. I agreed that he could. It was a fantastic deal and he really needs a truck to haul things. BUT, I did say he had to get rid of the Jeep. And the other F-150 that needs a motor. So, last weekend he said he had emptied the Jeep. That was no easy task, as anyone who has ever seen the inside of his vehicle will tell you. Well, yesterday he spent the entire day cleaning out the Jeep. Lest you think he did some intricate detailing, he didn't, he just finished the job he said he had already done. These things take time if your wife is not keeping you on task.

The biggest obstacle I faced yesterday was not the ladder or the scraping ..... it was the beetles. They were clinging to the side of the house I was trying paint. They bite, you know. I sprayed my body and clothes with Repel, even my hair. It did not repel them. I tried some general outdoor insect spray with little results. Then I pulled out the big guns. Wasp and Hornet spray, my weapon of choice hat sits next to my cash register in lieu of a firearm. I pretty much soaked the back door and the house with it. It helped, but they still managed to work their way into my hair and under my shirt.

When I was finished for the day and came inside and hit the shower, I was washing them out of my hair and finding all the tiny bites they left on me. Then I went into my bedroom to grab some clean clothes and discovered the window was full of the little devils. I vacuumed them out of the window and immediately emptied the container, because they will crawl back out!!

I dreamed about them last night. It was not good.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

I Love It When A Plan Comes Together

I am writing this on new computer! The keys respond to my every touch and this bad boy is fast!

This morning the phone of HeWho can't hear rang out loud and clear. Just a text alert, but it woke me up. I woke him up (nothing wrong with my ears) and we both just got up. Earlier than we wanted. Since the time is changing back this weekend, I have been trying to stay up later and sleep in a little later. Just planning ahead.

So, there we sat, the two of us in our recliners, dogs in our laps, staring blankly at the TV. I finished my coffee and tipped back, promptly falling to sleep. When I woke, about 15 minutes later, I looked over at my life companion and wondered aloud if we should feel guilty about just sitting there doing absolutely nothing. HeWho loves me assured me that we had earned the right to sit and do nothing.

He may be right, but I could sit no longer. I decided to deep clean our sleeping quarters. I put clean sheets on the bed, vacuumed, dusted, and then cleaned out my drawers. The ones that hold my clothes. I tossed out a lot and organized a lot. I was content to be busy all day with my cleaning supplies.

Until HeWho loves a short road trip to run errands said the magic words ...... "I am running to Menards, do you need anything." Do I need anything? Why, yes I do! I need to get out of this place .... even if it is temporary. I made him wait until I could wash my hair (it was standing on end) and changed my clothes. I was ready in 10 minutes flat. I knew if I played my cards right, I would not only get to shop, but eat out, as well. He would even think it was his idea and I wouldn't have to cook tonight!!

It all worked out, just as I knew it would!

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

85 Degrees

My new laptop is on the Fed-Ex truck!! It will be here soon. And wouldn't you know it ..... the old laptop is behaving. Too late!

Yesterday was a lost day. I sat like a giant slug in front of the TV. I was cozy all day with dog warmth. Always Cujo, lots of Eddie and Wall-E and at one point all four were in my lap. Eddie is jealous of the laptop. He will lay his sweet little head on my hand and prevent me from using it.

I know I could push him away. I tried that and he looked up at me with such a hurt expression. Besides, old laptop was misbehaving. So, Eddie had his way.

Misbehave, behave .... those words always make me think of my Adrienne. She used to say. "But, Mommy, I was being have (long "a"). She had her own vocabulary and in an odd sort of way, it made perfect sense.

But, all this has nothing to do with the title. I usually write, then give the post a title. I changed it up today. There is a chill in the air. I pulled all my plants inside and closed the storm windows. I was quite content with the air temperature. I put a pair of socks on my toes and slipped my feet into my favorite Dawgs. Long pants and a long sleeved shirt. I was comfortable, HeWho was not.

We have the same argument every year. I see absolutely no need to turn the heater on. I think 66 is fine. If you are cold, grab a lap blanket and a dog. If you are up and moving around, you won't be cold. He will happily turn the air conditioner down to 66. This makes my toes cold, but he insists that it is too hot.

So, yesterday, while I sat covered in hot dogs (pun intended), he built a fire in the wood stove. I was hoping he would just build a small fire, then let it simmer. You, just to take the chill out of the room. I should know better. We were watching Judge Judy and then I was asleep dogs tucked in around me and my recliner reclined to the fullest extent.

The phone rang and I woke with a start. I was sweating. The dogs were sweaty. HeWho builds fires was at it again. I complained, the dogs complained. I took care of the phone call and bumbled around the kitchen with thoughts of dinner. HeWho went out to fill some LP tanks for customers and the temperature slowly became bearable again.

As the night wore on, HeWho loves a fire could not seem to stop shoving logs in wood stove. I had stripped down to my underwear and finally announced that I was going to bed. I let the dogs out and discreetly checked the thermostat to find that the temperature was 85 degrees. I went outside to gather Eddie and friends, good excuse to cool off before I could secretly open the bedroom window. 85 degrees. If it was summer and the temperature was 85, HeWho would have the air on.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Please Don't Leave Me

I may or may not have mentioned, in posts past, that HeWho loves to run errands. He will volunteer to go get anything I might fleetingly think about. I will prevent this unnecessary trip, which leaves him to invent his own errands.

Today is Friday. Friday in a campground. The busiest day of my week. I am booked solid, despite some cancellations. People are always surprised when the weather turns cold. It happens every year, usually about this time; and yet there are those who are caught completely off guard. Some of my cancellations will provide me with a reason, some don't. Matters not at all to me, since I don't charge a cancellation fee. But that would be an entire post .... reasons for cancelling.

No, my rant today is about Errand Boy and his need to leave the property. This morning I mentioned to him that today was Friday and we were going to be quite busy and to PLEASE not leave me. I can handle a lot, but I cannot be two places at once. Since I am stuck in the office all day, I decide to begin the process of bring in all my hanging plants to over-winter them. This will keep me right here close enough to stop and check in campers and still be productive.

Another kamper/friend will also be bringing up her outdoor plants, so I have to do some rearranging to accommodate all of our combined plants. HeWho has already made two trips to run errands and is planted in front of the TV watching National Geographic and eating peanut butter sandwiches. I asked to go help the camper on 18 locate the sewer and had also asked him to have another camper move their vehicle because it is blocking a site.

Andrea and I are in the thick of plant hanging and relocating when he says he is going to town to get an elbow. Andrea reminded him that he already had two and I was laughing at them, totally forgetting that it is nearing 4:00 .... on a Friday in the campground. Prime check-in and problem time.

So, while I am dealing with winter weather and digging up my banana trees and checking in campers, I get a call. The car blocking the site did not move and the camper assigned to that site cannot back in and does not seem to understand exactly where the site I am moving them to is located. The right/left thing again and me trying to use site numbers to direct her. Totally forgetting that HeWho needs to keep the road hot under his wheels is not here, I text him to go show the camper what I have not been able to convey with mere words.

Andrea drove me there and I solved the problem while HeWho promised not to leave me here was shopping for boots. I am not cooking tonight, no I am not!