Thursday, April 27, 2017

I Am The Map

Eddie has grown into a fine little dog. Not so little anymore. I think he might be bigger than Cujo. They are best buddies now and sleep next to each other.

Thank goodness I have this sweet pair to calm me! I read somewhere that stroking a dog or cat will bring your blood pressure down .......

It has been the longest day. After yesterday's rain, the temperature dropped and it was chilly all day. I was busy inside, painting the trim to go up on the new siding outside. The phone rang almost non-stop. Cancellations for this weekend because of the crummy forecast and reservations for Memorial Day weekend. The usual exclamations of distress that one cannot choose the site they want and even a couple of  "is your all's pool open yet". Then we have the all the telemarketers that start the call with a demand that I not hang up. As if that will stop me.

I had talked to a man a couple of days ago, inquiring about tent camping. It was a rather lengthy call, as he had many questions. He also made me privy to his divorce agreement and child visitation arrangements. He is also currently engaged, in case you wanted to know. This conversation was conducted outside, as I was pulling the weeds in my Bee Balm patch. I assured the man, that he need not make a reservation in the weeks leading up to Memorial Day, as my tent sites are plentiful.

Yep, he called today to make a reservation. He retold me the same story as before and I finally managed to get the necessary information and repeat my litany of instructions. I picked up my paintbrush and was back on task when he called back. He has a dog. He thought I might want to know and what would he need to provide for the dog to stay. I assured him that we are pet friendly ........ I was just back on task when he called again to ask what to do when he got here.

I hope he doesn't need help with his tent, because I don't do that! I have come to the conclusion that he has never camped before.

I had three calls for over night stays for travelers. The first two were all checked in and I was waiting for the last one while I applied the second coat of paint. I normally close at 7:00 this time of year, but it gets dark later. I stayed in the office until 8:00 and the third over-night had still not arrived, so I locked up and came in to stroke my dogs and unwind.

I was all comfy in my recliner, dogs by my side, computer in my lap, watching TV. The phone rang. It was that third rig. Man said he was here, but did not know where to park. I told him I would be "there" in less than a minute. "Where, in the office?" asks the traveler. I answered in the affirmative and went in and unlocked the door. The parking lot was empty. Nobody out there.

I assumed he was at my competitor's park. It happens. Even though the names of the parks sound nothing alike and she is on the south side,  while I rule the north side. I tried to call him back to see if he was at the wrong park, but his phone was forwarded to voice mail. By now, I am annoyed. I am tired and want to end my day. HeWho was watching the monitor for the outside cameras and saw the big coach coming out of our private drive!

Now, this was a 42 footer and tall. There is a huge oak tree with low limbs hanging over the private drive.  The private drive has a sign, a lighted sign. Besides identifying the PRIVATE DRIVE, it also says DO NOT ENTER. The big rig is sitting there in the parking lot, facing the wrong direction. About 5 minutes go by and it starts to move, then backs up next to my car. But, nobody comes to the office.

HeWho has left to check to see if this driver has done a turn around in the open field ..... the very wet open field. Now, we don't offer curb service, but I went out to see if I could speed things along. I approached the driver's side and the man just sat there, staring at me. I really didn't cherish the thought of walking in front of the rig, but the driver seemed to be unable to open his window. I suppose he thought he could send a beam into my head and we could communicate through telepathy.

I took a chance and walked to the other side. I will confess that I considered walking behind the rig, but he still had his reverse lights on. I sort of ran in front of the rig. You will note that, HeWho is not afraid to route out the sewer line, seems to be intimidated by registering guests and often leaves me alone to take care of business.

The man in the passenger seat (I thought he was the other man's wife and was thinking that she sure did look masculine) opened the door and I asked if they planned to come in to register. "Oh, the office is closed, no one is in there." I almost said, "Just shoot me." They might have taken me literally.

At this point I wasn't even trying to hide my annoyance. I told them I had been in the office waiting since they called. I even mentioned that I had tried to call him back and that his voice mail picked up. He assured me that his voice mail was not activated! He was a little huffy about it. This did not help my attitude. I pointed out to him that there was a map on the front of the building, which he told me was confusing. It was later established that I had called the other gentleman, as he was the one who had called me and that he had accidentally turned his phone off ....

But, the thing that annoyed me the most was the fact that they had taken a check-in packet, but neglected to bring the map in and I had to use an additional map to mark their path to the assigned site. Or, it might have been. I texted HeWho abandoned me to watch the idiots and make sure they made it to the site. They did not follow my instructions! They missed the turn and had to be escorted into the site. I give very good directions! If you will just listen to me, then refer to the map on which I have HIGH-LIGHTED your path you cannot possibly get lost.

I am going to go pet all my dogs and cat.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

New Residents

Remember my Killdeer, Hilde and Henry. They come back every year to lay their eggs on the ground and hatch new babies. You will have to look close at the picture above to see the 4 tiny chicks. I discovered the nest while mowing close by. Hilde ran out screaming "Dweep, dweep, dweep" as the mower grew close.

I stopped mowing to investigate and found her eggs. No pictures of the eggs. I just wanted to make sure they were safe. I would have felt horrible had I mown them down! I have been checking on them every day and hoping that Martha, the boy cat did not find them. I even left the weeds intact. Martha has enjoyed a delicacy of Killdeer eggs in years past. Seems I raised a murderer!

Here Hilde is covering her new hatchlings. She was frantic with her calls, so I went to investigate. I think she just wanted to show me her babies and have a little photo shoot. I had fondled all the eggs, as is my habit, while chatting with her on various occasions. I was close enough to her that she pecked my hand. She knows me and doesn't appear to be too bothered by my attention.

This is what she looked like when she was calling me. She really is a pretty little thing.

Can you see the babies? They were sleeping when I picked one up. So soft with their downy beginnings of feathers. When I settled the tiny bird on the ground he walked away from the nest. They all get up and walk soon after hatching. They will follow the parents around as they teach them to eat the bugs in the grassy fields.

While I was busy admiring the new little flock, Henry was flapping wildly in the grass. When an enemy approaches, they will abandon the nest and try to appear to be lame to lure the attacker to them and away from the nest. Henry's performance was silly and lackluster as he made an exhibit of himself.

Here is the tiny bird I held, finding his feet and walking away.

The barn swallows and Martens are busy trying to build nests, and we have a goose sitting on 6 eggs near the pond. She was not as accommodating as Hilde when I approached her nest. She hissed and stayed back. Geese can bite, you know!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Memories Under Glass

Remember Glamour Shots? Back in the 80's. Big hair and tons of make-up. Why did we do this?
 This was my daughter's idea. Jill and I went together. Could I be adorned with more shiny stuff? The earrings are bigger than my ears! I suppose I needed the big jewels to counter balance the hair! If it was pink, it would resemble cotton candy! 

After our photo shot, we walked through the mall, while people stared at the big hair and make-up. Jill has a lot of hair to start with, so hers really grew with the stylist's administrations. Yes, she is my child. She looks like her Dad. Most amazing thing is that we actually bought the pictures!

Baby girl, Adrienne, went on her own a few years later. Different studio. I think they did a better job with the hair. And she doesn't look like me either. She looks like her Dad's sister.

I unearthed these as I was removing the frames from all my pictures. So many memories under glass. I have all the frames empty and the pictures wait to be sorted and placed in albums.

I did not sell much at the yard sale. I have been busy delivering the leavings to different places. All the clothing went to charity. Lots of the pots and pans that had seen a lot of use went there as well. But, the frames and mirrors and nicer kitchen ware is headed to a re-sell shop that I have an account with.

I spent much of the  morning loading the car. It is amazing that, despite the amount of stuff I have taken out, we still seem to be crowded in here. My fabric is next. This will be hard, but, were I to keep it all, we would have to pull a separate trailer behind the motor home. I won't be parting with all of it. I will keep my sewing machine ..... only one of them. I have limited myself to the space of only one hold in the basement of the motor home.

Next will be the tools and accessories of HeWho fancies himself to be Fred Sanford. That should take at least 6 months. He tends to whine about parting with things. Probably best if I just do most of it myself. After all, it is not like he knows what he has. If he did, we wouldn't have so many duplicates.

The photos will be a nice project I can share with the grandchildren. I can just hear them laughing now!

Monday, April 17, 2017

Allergy Season

My peony is getting ready to bloom. I was going to split it this year, but lost the window of opportunity before it gets ready to bloom.

The side view isn't impressive, but you can see the buds are ready to pop.

The tulips won't be around much longer and I am hoping the pollen will settle down soon. My yard sale wasn't a complete failure, I did make some money, but I was left with a lot of stuff to donate.

I packed it all into my car, no need to bring it back inside and I had such good intentions for today. I was pretty miserable yesterday as the pollen attacked me. My eyeballs itch! My throat is sore and swollen and my inner ears are driving me nuts. But, I didn't have to cook yesterday and I was looking forward to eating with some favorite people.

I tried to take a nap beforehand, but that did not work out. I gave up and grabbed a pair of capris from my closet and pulled them on. Suddenly there was a burning sensation on the back of my right thigh. A wasp had taken up residence in my pant leg and objected to sharing quarters with me. Just what I needed ..... more histamines to my already over-loaded system.

The wasp is dead. Squished unceremoniously. My leg is swollen and itches relentlessly. I am profoundly miserable and cannot wait for this day to end. Leftovers await HeWho will want dinner. I just want some Benadryl and a bed.

I had several errands to accomplish today. I had a stop at the vet to get Heartguard and Nexguard for Eddie with my $50 off coupon. There was a wait. Seems they were unfamiliar with the coupon. Odd, since it came to me from a referral from them. I raced through the Dollar Tree for my whirly gigs and windchimes while they figured it out. The motion and sound deter the rabbits from my garden ...... sort of.

From there I went to Walmart to have all of our prescriptions transferred. The pharmacist who waited on me was pleasant enough, but, geez, dude, wash that jacket!! It was really dirty. I gave him all my instructions - 90 day supply, non-safety caps, etc. and told him I had some errands to run and would be back in 2 hours.

Went to the Agape thrift store to donate my car full of unwanted stuff. They were closed! In remembrance of Easter. What the what? My trunk was chug full, as well as half of my back seat. Nothing to do about it, though, so back to Walmart. I meandered through the newly remodeled store. The aisles are nice and wide and everything is spick and span, but they have dropped some product lines. They finally brought the fabric department back, but it was pretty unimpressive. The selection left a lot to be desired and as miserable as I was, I didn't much feel like fondling fabric that may have been imported and covered with pesticides.

I did wait the two hours and went back to the pharmacy. My stuff wasn't even in the system yet. I gave up and told them I would come back tomorrow. I still have to unload my car, after all. As I turned to leave, I noticed the young woman behind me in line. She was wearing pajamas and a leather jacket. Furry slippers. It is really nice out today, in the 70's with a light breeze. I don't get dressed up to go to Walmart or any other store, but I do wear clothes appropriate to be seen in public .... and I comb my hair. Makes me wonder what she was thinking.

Tomorrow will be better, won't it?

Saturday, April 15, 2017

A Whole Lotta Mulch

The dog park people area ..... freshly mulched. Looks really peaceful and I am wishing I could just sit there and read a book while my canine family romps. I wish!!!

The back side. The hostas are coming along and I planted a few more to create a border. But no sitting for me on this fine Friday morning.

Thursday was a long mowing day, with my Garage Sale looming in the back of my mind. I pushed myself along and got all my mowing done with the exception of the dog park. You will recall that the gate will not allow the big mower access to the grass and HeWho mows, mows while seated upon the big machine. Not a walker, my HeWho.

While I did all the prep mowing for the big machine, HeWho rides was busy putting together a new site for a new tenant. As the day was coming to a close, and before the rented Bobcat was to be returned, I asked HeWho operates heavy machinery to deliver a scoop of mulch to the dog park. I grabbed a tarp and spread it out to receive the mulch outside the gate. For whatever insanity had gripped me, I opened the gate and put the tarp as close to the opening as I could get.

I know I was thinking that the fewer steps to the area to be mulched, the better. He dumped it and I headed in as darkness was taking over. I stood under the shower as hot as I could stand it, hoping to beat out any muscle pain, and then served up supper. Did not give that mulch another thought and slept through the night until awakened by my early morning boys, Cujo and Eddie.

I stepped out to look at the morning light hitting the park while sipping my coffee and that's when it hit me .......... IT IS FRIDAY!! I thought I had left this day open to get all my crap really good stuff priced and ready for my big event on Saturday. But ...... the mulch is blocking the gate and I have reservations pending and people will want to use the dog park.

I pulled on my sun-visor and grabbed my wagon and some 5 gallon buckets and headed out to the dog park. Had to be done. The wagon held 4 buckets and I carried two buckets with each trip and I made 6 trips before I was able to drag the tarp through the opening. That is a whole lotta mulch. No help available, as HeWho was finishing with the water and electricity to the new site.

Looks good, though, don't you think? I was finished with the mulching and mowing by 11:00 and still managed to get all my stuff priced and ready for the big sale. Just need customers now ..... and iced coffee. My muscles don't even hurt today. Well, so far.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Taking Drugs

It happens every year, so I don't know why I worry about it ....... Spring, I mean. It is a mad race to get everything ready for camping season. I am exhausted already and it is only 10:30. I was working in one of the raised beds, pulling the weeds and getting it ready to plant. All my energy is gone, so I am sitting here with my tea and toast, trying to regroup. The sun is beating down on that bed right now, so I will have to wait until this afternoon to finish anyway.

I still have lots of stuff to get ready for my yard sale Saturday and I suppose I could clean my small abode, but that is not very appealing. My toast is rye. I love rye bread, but seldom buy it, since I am the only one who loves it. I am wondering if I will be able to eat it all before it is no longer edible. I have it in the refrigerator, but what if it goes bad and I eat it anyway and lose my mind ...... will I be tried as a witch? Will anyone notice that I am crazy from the bad grain or will they just think I am off my meds? I have too much free time on my mind. I need to watch more TV!

Speaking of meds .... Two years ago we had United Health Care and it covered prescriptions, though not very well. We were required to switch pharmacies. We were using one close by, in the local town for convenience sake and their pricing on drugs was in line with that of Walmart. The nearest Walmart is 23 miles from here and Walmart pharmacy hours aren't all that convenient when you shop at midnight. Our other option with United was The Medicine Shop .... also local, so I chose it.

I have been annoyed ever since. They tell me that the insurance will only allow a 30 day fill. I know that a 90 fill is cheaper and is usually required by most insurance companies for drugs taken routinely. When questioned further they told HeWho that because we had the market place insurance (Obama care) that the rules were different.

This year we have Blue Cross. HeWho loves to run errands has been taking care of RX pick up. The prices have doubled and tripled on some of our meds and the cost of the insurance premium has gone up. Once again I requested 90 day supplies, since they were filling some of them with that (probably because the doctor wrote it as 90).

Upon further investigation, I have found out that my insurance COVERS NOTHING! And yet, they were still telling me that I was only allowed a 30 day supply. It doesn't matter how the doctor writes it, if you have enough refills on that script you can purchase an entire years supply of your meds if you choose to do so. They admitted they were still running it through our new insurance so that it would be applied to our deductible.

Some of our drugs are CHEAPER if we pay cash and don't run it through the insurance. So I have researched and found Walmart to be the winner in price and they will mail them to me free and give me a 90 day supply.

And .... the moral to the story is that you should never rely on your husband to relay messages. Oh, and check your prescription coverage. You can still submit it to your insurance company, along with over the counter drugs to be applied to your deductible. 

Friday, April 7, 2017

Good Hunters Eat What They Kill!

Finally, a sunny day! Much to be mowed. I mowed my dogs yard after what I thought to be a very thorough poop scooping job .......

I would swear under oath that I walked that yard inch by inch and picked up all the leavings to be found. So, I was left wondering how I could have missed as much as I apparently did. I stopped mowing twice to pick up more. Were they waiting for me to clear a path and walking behind me pooping?

Now I sit here sipping tea and waiting for my lunch to settle before I tackle the dog park. I better not find any surprises! I do not like that kind of a surprise. I did not sleep well last night. The dogs were restless and would not settle down. No storms last night, so that was not the problem. I finally gave up at 5 am and took them out.

While they took care of business, I took care of my own and then went to the back door to let them in. I heard some snapping and crunching out there in the dim light of almost morning. Wall-E had hustled back inside, but Cujo and Charming Eddie were up to something. I ventured forth into the chilly air to see what they were doing.

I wish I had not done so. Last night, Martha, the boy cat, was nowhere to be found when we went to bed. I heard something that sounded like silverware falling to the floor. I alerted HeWho should be the hero and go investigate, but he said it was nothing. It was that cat. He had managed to get himself trapped in the spare bedroom and in his efforts to let me know of his dilemma was jumping around on every surface. He knocked down a container of Legos.

I rescued the cat and went to the back door to let him go out, as is his routine, for a night of hunting. He had other ideas, involving his food dish. I scooped him up and sort of tossed him out the door. No worries, cats land on their feet. He was mad at me, though, and cats are spiteful.

Martha did hunt and Martha did catch and kill a rabbit. Martha did not eat the rabbit. Martha put the rabbit in the back yard. He knows I hate this. Cujo was eating the rabbit. I could hear the bones breaking as he crunched the tiny rabbit. I grabbed Eddie, since Cujo was not in a sharing mood, and brought him inside with me. I left Cujo out and we went back to bed for a couple of hours.

Not a great start to my day, but I hear a mower calling my name. I plan to pace myself today so I will still be able to function after mowing .... I hope.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A Handsome Image

Saturday's mowing left me with pains in my joints, Sunday brought the muscle pain. Sunday also started out with rain. A reprieve from finishing the mowing? No, I managed to get my body moving enough to take care of the rest of my part when the sun came out and dried the grass.

More rain last night and this morning ..... and you can't even tell we mowed! When we came in last evening as the sun was setting, the grounds were amazing. Nary a dandelion did dot the grassy surface. All was neatly trimmed. Today it looks like elves came in the night and sowed dandelion seeds! It is too wet to mow.

It is too wet to have rock delivered to build up the roads and put in a couple more sites. Seems like today would be a wasted day, but there is one thing that wet ground makes easy. Weeding! I took advantage of the wet ground and did just that. All day long. I planted early peas and even cropped more asparagus. Planted some turnips and got my biggest raised bed ready to plant corn and beans. The corn will go down the middle and the beans can climb the corn stalks. Potatoes and garlic are also in the ground.

Last year I planted brussel sprouts and harvested nothing. They came up and made sturdy stalks, but no sprouts. My beets did quite well and I will plant again this year, despite HeWho's alleged dislike of them. I caught him eating some that I pickled a couple of times. The beet brownies I made ....... let's just say they were "earthy" and overpowered the chocolate. 

I am still preparing for my mega yard sale. I set a framed mirror on the floor in our sitting area, meaning to add it to the collection of stuff to sell. I kept forgetting to take it into the store with me. I was putting away towels yesterday when I noticed my Charming Eddie standing near the mirror.

I stood still to watch him as he peered into the depths of the looking glass. Have you ever wondered if animals could see their image in a mirror? I have. I mean, I know they can see themselves, but I wondered if they would recognize the image as their own. Eddie posed sideways and front-ways as he stared at his image, then leaned in and licked the glass. He then backed up and looked intently at his image again. As he turned away to play with the multitude of dog toys littering the floor, he gave the image a last look over his shoulder.

I left the mirror there and have seen him approach it several more times. Today he had a squeaky toy in his mouth. He has never barked at his image as far as I know, he just seems to want to look at it. Wonder what he thinks it is! Maybe he knows it is an image of himself and finds himself to be magnetically handsome. Well, he is!

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Pick Up Your Poop!

Charming Eddie loves to have a picture taken. He is no longer a mere pup. His nose has grown and he is quite the handsome fellow. His torso is a tad longer than Cujo's and his snout is, too.

Cujo is just not photogenic. No picture can capture him in a good light. Makes me love him even more. He just can't compete with Eddie in the looks department, but he is the most loyal little dog.

Just look at Eddie. It's like he knows how handsome he is!

Eddie is currently napping. He has had such a long day outside in the nice weather. He stayed out the entire time I mowed. And mowed, and then mowed some more. Spring is here! The peach and apple trees have blossomed and tulips are popping up.

Not just tulips, dandelions are every where. The grass was calling out for a good cut. I actually like to mow. It is a lot like painting, you see the results instantly. As much as I like it, I think I may have over done it today. I had set reasonable goals ..... or so I thought, but I am whipped and I didn't finish!

I was thinking I would weed and hoe at least one raised garden bed, but I don't think I can move. My legs are cramping and I am miserable. I wanted to plant some spring peas before the sun sets. My asparagus is already going strong. I picked enough for the two of us and I noticed that my strawberry plants are blooming! Things will start to happen fast now and I don't have time to be in pain! I feel like have rocks in my joints.

As perfect as this day has been, besides my body failing me, I made a discovery in the dog park that made me see red. POOP. Really, how rude to leave your dog's poop. There is a sign as you enter that clearly lists the rules.  And poop pick up is among them!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Christianilty = Charity?

The rain is soaking the ground and I long to go outside to play! I can't, so I am working on other things inside ...... and answering the phone.

The phone is always good for a story. Just last week HeWho loathes answering the phone got stuck on a call with a gentleman looking for a huge discount on an unlimited stay. I only heard one side of the conversation, a conversation that was rather lengthy. After a few seconds, enough to know that HeWho would not be taxed with actually making a reservation, I pretty much tuned him out and went about whatever I had been doing.

During supper I was treated to a report of the phone call. The man was looking for a long term site, but was unhappy with my rates. I shrugged  and reminded HeWho had already forgotten about the man, that we have the lowest rates in our area. A  few days later, the phone man showed up in the office. He started out by telling me that he needed a long term site and that he needed my best price. I asked a few questions about the number of people that would be staying in the camper and since it was just one, I dropped the rate by $25. Best I could do.

Unwilling to simply accept that offer and either take it or leave it, he persisted in his quest for a lower rate. Then he asked me if I was a Christian. Did not wait for an answer, just went on to tell me that he wanted to stay in a Christian establishment. He did not want to be around a bunch of smoking and drinking. Did I ever think about charity? Because I should. The phone rang and a camper pulled in simultaneously and he left.

He called again tonight. I answered the phone and was subjected to a litany of complaints about "crazy campground owners" who would rather have an empty park than let people stay here. He then offered me $175 less than my rate. I didn't accept his offer and he belittled my judgment and again asked me if I was a Christian.

He seems to equate Christianity to charity, and while charity is a big part of Christianity, it is not the total. Personally, I found the man offensive. He struck me as someone who always expected to be on the receiving end of Christian charity. I didn't bother to tell him that we do try to help people in need. I got the feeling that no matter the discount offered, it would never be enough. He would also object to being neighbors with anyone who failed to meet his criteria.

The man would not stop talking, so I handed the phone to HeWho is the OWNER, what with him being a man. He told him our park would not be a good fit and to look elsewhere. That is the edited version. 

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Big Paws and Peanut Butter

I may have mentioned Eddie's big paws a time or two. I can't seem to get a good picture of them, although Eddie seems to like to show them off. Forget the giant feet, look at that handsome face!

He looks like that all the time. No matter if I am praising him or scolding him. How do you get mad at that face?

My Walmart is in the throes of a remodel. While this makes for lots of clearance items ..... and we all know how much I love a good clearance, it also makes for lots of confusion. Things have been moved. I understand moving stuff. I do it all the time. But I know where I put it!

I make a very detailed list, one that goes by the section of the store the item SHOULD BE located in. I needed to restock RV sewer hoses, having sold all I had. I approached the wall section near automotive, past the tents and sleeping bags and tent pegs, and oh, look, they have either moved or discontinued the RV supplies! But wait, there is a person working in that department. A friendly helpful associate. Walmart likes to call the workers associates, like they have a say in what goes on. Whatever, I just want to know where the sewer hoses are. "Do you still carry RV supplies?" I ask the young man. He smiles and says that yes, they do. I wait, expecting to be told exactly where they are located. He smiles again and asks if there is anything else he can help me with. "Why, yes there is! Could you enlighten me as to where the RV Supplies are now located?"

After he asked two more associates, I finally found the section, but only one sewer hose. I guess they are waiting to stock shelves after the remodel.
I did score a really, really nice set of high thread count sheets with deep pockets. 20 inches deep! Do you know how hard these are to find without paying a fortune? We have a really thick pillow top mattress with a 4 inch memory foam topper. Making the bed is an event involving sheet garters to make sure the fitted sheet stays on.

HeWho enjoyed his birthday and enjoyed reading all your comments. I made him a very special birthday cake. He requested yellow cake with chocolate icing. Happy to oblige, I made the yellow cake layers, then glued them together with marshmallow fluff, then iced it all with chocolate. He was impressed. The only thing that could have made it better would have been peanut butter.

Given to what happened to the cake, peanut butter might have been a better idea. Although I was careful to let the layers cool completely before smearing the marshmallow fluff, they still slid apart. The cake was lopsided, but HeWho loves all the components declared it to be just what he wanted. Peanut butter would have made a better "glue".

Friday, March 24, 2017

He Who Has A Birthday

Almost 43 years ago I married the love of my life. He was so cute, don't you think? We look so young ..... we were so young. Could the knot in his tie be any bigger?

We were approaching 50 in this picture. The mustache is gone and spectacles adorn his sweet face. He is still cute. He is 64 today and I tried to get a picture before he left the house to go about the day. I failed.

The facial hair is back. The hair on his head .... gone. Still cute to me, though. He is in Jefferson City to update his propane dispensing abilities as required by the state. While he is gone I have a cake to bake and steaks to marinade, stuff to do for the birthday boy.

One more picture ........ back when he had hair and too much of it! Oh, wait, I had hair, too! We were 23. I was pregnant with our youngest child.

Happy Birthday HeWho is loved.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Tomorrow Might Not Come

You never know what other people are feeling, or thinking. Well, unless you actually know them. My children tell me I wear my thoughts on my face, but I think it is only apparent to them, because they know me so well.

Here I sat casually eating my toast to accompany my meds, scrolling through my e-mail and listening to an audio book. Nothing much on mind. Another warm day is blooming along with my peach trees and I was letting my mind just float along with garden thoughts ......

The bell to the office sounded and I got up to go tend to the camper while shushing the dogs. I smiled at my new tenant, hoping he didn't have a major issue with anything. He had just checked in last Sunday and this was the first time he had come in since. I recalled that he had told me he would be bringing his wife in to meet me .....

I looked past him, expecting to see her. He was alone, though. "I just wanted to let you know that my wife died and won't be coming to live here." I was so shocked that I gasped as my hands flew to my mouth. I offered my condolences and he went on to explain that his daughter-in-law would be staying with his teen sons when he was working (over the road truck driver). I nodded as he relayed all this. I was speechless (a rare event).

I asked if she had been ill and he went on to tell me that she died suddenly of a heart attack ...... while he was setting up the camper here last Sunday!

Life is short and there is no guarantee that you will have tomorrow. I immediately called my husband to tell him that I love him. I am so sad for this man I barely know.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Viscous Cycles

Life goes on. The new water heater was never installed. The $6 part that was replaced to regulate the pilot light, did indeed fix the problem. The newer problem was the result of someone turning the thermostat to "low". That same someone who installed the new part.

This all resulted in yet another cool shower event for the lady of the house. This time she was quite vocal about her displeasure. Upon a more thorough examination of the water heater and all it's parts ( I am seriously thinking he read the manual accompanying the appliance at this point) the thermostat setting was discovered.

The new water heater is going back to the store for a refund and all I have to say is ...... I better not have another bad shower adventure!

Feeling full of energy, I gathered all of Eddie's toys into their bin and proceeded to clean up all the bits of firewood that Eddie has been chewing on. I swept all of them up and even managed to get them into the dust pan before Eddie discovered them again and tried to redistribute them throughout the house. Our old Saint Bernard loved to chew on firewood, too. Well, Louise liked any wood she could find. She ate our coffee table.

I understand his need to chew. He is cutting his teeth. What I don't understand is his need to tip his bin over and spread his toys all over the floor, then settle on some firewood. He is his own personality, my Charming Eddie. He is quite content with his pack of dog siblings and does not try to take over, but at the same time, is not one to be run over. He allows Toni Louise to be the alpha, but refuses to share his kibble with her. She is still not all that fond of him, but will protect him from the sharp laws of Martha, the boy cat.

Eddie's paws continue to be his dominant feature. I am still hoping he does not grow big enough to actually fit them. I examine them closely, every day. Looks like they may have botched the job of removing his dew claws, as he has a tiny nail growing on the side of his left paw. I did not bring that to the vet's attention, lest the offer to complete the job came up. I personally think the removal of the dew claws is inhumane and would never have permitted it. How would you feel about having someone clip off your smallest finger with a garden tool? 

I have rested and now I can clean the rug again, as more firewood entered the house and Eddie dutifully gnawed some more and also emptied his toy bin. A viscous cycle.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

I'm Dreaming Of A Hot Shower

Seventeen degrees this morning! I suppose if I have to be sick, might as well be when I can't go outside. I am still recovering. The cough is almost non-existent and my nose and eyes have dried up. The headache lingers on. Not nearly as bad, but still annoying.

I have been napping every day, then having trouble falling to sleep at night. I have vowed to skip the nap today. My eyelids are heavy and I long to slip away into the bliss of a forbidden nap, but I will not! Doesn't help that it is very quiet here and all four dogs and the cat are napping along side me.

HeWho drives is on a mission. About a week ago, I reported the lack of hot water while doing dishes. Never mind that it was an excellent excuse to leave them sit awhile, I was perplexed at having no hot water. HeWho seems to be able to justify so many things, suggested that it was because some campers were using the showers. Let me just say that this is the slow season. I have had the campground packed with tent campers, all of them lining up for showers as all three washers in the laundry room are going and still had plenty of hot water at my disposal.

I broached the subject again that evening and was met with an exasperated sigh from my mate. It is true that after an hour of waiting, hot water was restored, but I thought it deserved further investigation. So, when I adjusted my shower yesterday to my normal settings and stepped inside to be doused in cold water, I wasn't all that much surprised. I had to turn off the cold water entirely before continuing with a warm shower. I am a big fan of hot water. I like mine just shy of a first degree burn. I want to leave the shower so warm that a glow stays with me all day. I was cold all day and along with being still sick, just miserable.

I layered on my clothes and dried my hair, then went out to the public showers to see if someone had left the hot water on, or a pipe had burst. Everything was normal. When HeWho no longer tows, but will unlock your car to retrieve the keys, came home I told him of my lukewarm adventure. He decided to launch an investigation and discovered that the pilot light to the water heater was out. He had difficulty re-igniting it and spend an hour researching the problem on-line before taking a trip to an electronic supply store to buy a part.

The part was cheap, but he drove quite a ways to get it. He replaced the part. Done. Problem solved. He took a shower last night after replacing the part and had the same problem I had. Another session on-line and he decides it is yet another part. But this part is spendy ..... over $200. So, he has gone to buy a new water heater. Has to be large capacity, since it services the laundry room and the showers, as well as our personal space. The kicker is that the water heater is not that old. The one that was here when we bought the place was old and still lasted quite a few years. 

Needless to say, I did not attempt to shower this morning. I coveted the remnants of warmth from my bed. I am looking forward to a nice scalding shower as soon as the new water heater is installed. It is good to have something to look forward to.    

Friday, March 10, 2017


I am happy to report that I was the first in line to see the nurse practitioner after lunch. Sad to report that I have been awake since 5 am. Afraid to go back to sleep, lest I miss the chance to grab a spot in the clinic's schedule.

Happy to report that I have nothing more than the flu. Sad that there is absolutely nothing to be done that I am not already doing. The flu is a virus, antibiotics are not effective. I knew this and I would not take an antibiotic for a virus. I was more worried about the constant headache and the tight chest. My chest is clear and my cough is non-productive.

My blood pressure is up, but who knows which came first, the headache or the elevated blood pressure? One can cause the other, you know. I am to continue with my regimen of self medication, along with plenty of fluids and lots of rest. This particular strain of flu is taking longer to run it's course.

Happy to know that I do not have to invest in any expensive prescriptions, but sad that it cost me $56 to be told that I already knew what to do. That was my new co-pay. The new policy does not provide a discount on prescriptions, either. Sad.

Happy to be back home, snuggled next to a warm canine, slippers on my feet and a blanket on my legs. Sad that this will be a totally non-productive week.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

The Lottery

I promised myself that I would see the doctor today if I still felt wretched this morning. The day dawned and I woke with a pounding headache, deep cough and tight chest, wheezing for breath. I climbed into the shower to see if that would help anything. I did feel cleaner as I punched in the number to my clinic within my network, following the rules of insurance.

I am loathe to drag myself to an emergency room unless it is a true emergency. I ran my fingers through the soft fur of my Charming Eddie as I waited for the call to be answered. Apparently they only leave a few spots open for sick people and I am to call back tomorrow at 8 am and hope that I am one of the first calls. No, I could not claim a spot today.

So, here I am, the same old drugs on board that offer little relief as I cough and sneeze and ache. I don't think I am worse, but I know that I am not better. I dreamed that I had that cock-a-mamy pneumonia I keep seeing on TV. I guess we will see tomorrow. I have the clinic number all queued up for calling promptly at 8 am. Makes me think of having the radio stations number on speed dial to win tickets to a concert when I was young ..... a long time ago.

In the mean time, I had discovered that my washing machine was not obeying my demands yesterday and brought it to the attention of HeWho plumbs. "Well, you have to close the lid." says the pseudo plumber. You would think I had just started using this particular machine. The problem was that the water would turn off after just a splash unless the lid was closed. I pointed out that it would be really difficult to put the detergent and clothes in with the lid closed. "Wait til the water is done filling ...." I then pointed out that the lid LOCKED when the water stopped running.

He left to go tinker on his beloved tractor and I retired to my recliner to continue being sick. After my Theraflu kicked in. I preformed a more thorough investigation of my washer. I discovered the problem and fixed it all by myself. Someone had changed the setting to rinse and spin only. Now, if I could just fix my ailment ....

It was so nice outside. My canines frolicked in the back yard all day and I hung out laundry. The sky started to become overcast an the air was very still and calm, so I texted the tractor man and suggested that we finish putting the cover on my green house while the wind was down. He tried to suggest that I was not up to it, but I lied and said I was. You will recall that he had used his favorite tool to apply the top ..... Gorilla tape.

Beyond that I realized he had no plan for the rest of it. He wasn't really listening to any of my suggestions and I could tell his heart was not in it. He was thinking to put the front on, but I suggested we do the back and sides first. The back was going to be tricky and he grudgingly measured out the plastic and got busy with the tape and then ........ miracle of miracles, he needed to go do a cab call!

I took out the garbage and felt the first hints of rain and I am back in my chair to continue to be sick. Supposed to snow this weekend, so I might as well continue being sick. I am not looking forward to another night of coughing. Just hope I win the "see the doctor" lottery tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Flu, Round Two

It is not fair! I started feeling bad Sunday, but just thought it was the change in the weather. Monday I woke with a sore throat and hideous headache. I still have the headache. I have been dosing myself round the lock with my trio of NSAIDS. I can keep it under control and bearable, but it does not completely go away. Just like the last bout of whatever this ailment is.

New symptom has plagued me this time. My nose is running and my left eye tears constantly. It was swollen almost shut yesterday. I was unable to focus through all that water. I think a bib would have helped to catch the tears as they fell. Not to mention the drippy nose.

Today is a little better. I can actually see to read and write. I tried Dayquil, it did next to nothing. So, I sent HeWho is, no doubt, the one who brought this bug home, for some Theraflu. Same with that. I found my old go-to remedy of Benadryl and Tylenol/Aspirin/Ibuprofen every 4 hours to be the most effective at keeping the symptoms at bay.

Enough about my confinement. Eddie had his last shots today. HeWho is not sick was already gone with my little guy when I dragged myself from the bed this morning. Eddie continues growing at a rapid pace. Today he weighs 8' 14". He saw his favorite vet today, Dr. Jill and she assured HeWho was the responsible party today, that Eddie was not finished with his growing. That makes me a little sad. She took note of his big paws.

As much as I wanted another tiny doxie like my Sweet Emmy Lou, I will love Charming Eddie no matter his size. I am smitten with the little guy. Next shopping trip will be for a good collar. Adjustable, of course, but I don't think his growth spurt will balloon his neck. Oscar and Emmy wore choke chains. Emmy's was more like a necklace and would not fit Eddie. Cujo wears Oscar's old chain. I can't remember where I bought them, but I do remember that the small ones are hard to find.

The Benadryl is kicking in and I can feel things drying up in my head. Eddie and Cujo are already asleep next to me, so I suppose it is time for another "nap". I would much rather be outside .......

Sunday, March 5, 2017

I Was Right!

Yesterday was a balmy, fine weather day and I may have overdone it. Maybe. I cleared another garden bed and planted some more bulbs and was quite happy with my productivity.

I wish I had accomplished a lot more, but you have to ease into these things requiring physical activity after your butt has spent the winter holding a chair down.

I spent Friday purging my closet. I have empty shelves and empty drawers now. I removed a lot of stuff from the side of the closet housing the stuff of my mate. He would not know where to begin. After I had removed a good portion of stuff he has not worn in years, I asked him to take a look and remove any items he simply did not like to wear. He removed nary a piece. The man has ELEVEN sweat shirts. He sees nothing wrong with that, even though, he has never worn some of them. I told him he would be allowed THREE. We plan to live in an RV, remember?

I used the rake a lot yesterday, accompanied by lots of bending and pulling of weeds. Last night as we sat watching a movie from our free Showtime month, I complained a lot. I could have sworn my shoulder was dislocated. The pain, while not unbearable, was enough to keep me from falling to sleep later on. I took some Ibuprofen and later a shot of whiskey with some Tylenol. I finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

Late, or rather early this morning I woke suddenly when the paw of a dog poked me in the ribs. I decided to have a bathroom break and when I turned over to get up, I experienced a sudden sharp pain I in my shoulder accompanied by a loud snapping sound .... and my pain was gone.

I realized then that I was right about my shoulder!! I thought about waking HeWho sleeps so soundly to tell him that I was right about my shoulder, but decided to just go back to sleep. He had assured me that my shoulder was not dislocated, that I had just used my arms too much. Well, duh.

Thing is, not only did my shoulder hurt, but my elbow and my wrist. I couldn't even play solitaire on the computer. I was totally incapacitated as far as my right arm went. I could not navigate the internet, I tried!

I have been careful with my shoulder today. No raking or lifting. Just a lot of reading and feeling better!

As the l o n g shadows fell late yesterday. I stopped to admire my handiwork. I had acquired more weeds and brush than would fit in my receptacle.

Who knew that much debris would be in such a small garden plot? You will note that the side of the building still has the old siding and has yet to be painted. You can see how inconvenient a bum shoulder would be!!

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Chivalry Is Not Dead

The grouting is done. I had planned to do it before bed last night, but the approaching storm had my joints out of whack. As it was, I thought I would not be able to get back up from my kneeling position this morning when I made that last swipe with the sponge.

Instead of grouting, I did the dog bathing last night. It was a very wet event. Toni Louise was so happy to get a good scrubbing. She has finally learned to enjoy a good bath. I did her first because she is usually the hardest. Wall-E came next and I swear I saw that dog smirk when I lost control of the shower head and got soaked. Cujo loves a bath and is easy to do, but Eddie was not so cooperative. He can slip right through my hands when he is all soapy ...... and he did several times.

Both tasks were equally tiring. Cujo woke me around midnight and we went outside. The air was absolutely still and warm, so much so that I contemplated opening the bedroom window. I scooped him and Eddie back in the bed and was too lazy to get back up to open the window. I am so glad I didn't!

I had not even settled in good when the storm hit. The lightning lit the room up and then the thunder crashed through the house, followed with hail so loud I would have thought I was outside under the porch. Toni Louise high tailed it to the bathroom and wedged herself between the tub and toilet and refused to move all night. HeWho snores was unaware of the storm. Cujo had a bad night and was up again very two hours to go out and eat wet grass, then vomit. HeWho swears he didn't sleep well was unaware of Cujo's woes, as well.

Now, Eddie usually accompanies any one of the other dogs when they need to go out. He loves to go outside, then make me chase him to come back in. Last night he went out the first two times with Cujo, but after that he just looked at me when I got up. Growing puppies need sleep.

The temperature has dropped today and not conducive to outdoor activities. So, wouldn't you know, my computer started acting crazy. The internal mouse refused to work. So frustrating. HeWho is addicted to buying gadgets had a mouse I could use. He gallantly installed it for me .... lest I go berserk. Chivalry is not dead.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Naps Are Good

 This is not the best picture, but as Eddie grows, he is hard to photograph. Outside he will run from me and the pictures are blurry. As you can see, he is growing. Almost twice as big as the tiny puppy he was on Christmas Eve. He is in my chair with his best buddy, Wall-E, with his blanket he likes to drag around.

Now that you have all had your puppy fix ..... take a stroll outside with me. My daffodils are ready to bloom. You might recall that these are the ones the semi squashed last winter when the driver dragged the trailer through my garden. Sturdy Daffodils!

Tiger lilies already up and growing.

The apple trees have taken on foliage. I hope they don't bloom too soon and then get frozen by some crazy weather.

This is the peach tree. This happened last year, too. The buds came on early, then bloomed and we had a hard freeze. I only got 6 peaches.

The weather is very strange here today. The wind blows one way, then another in big gusts that make you feel like you are going to be lifted in the air. That would be quite an accomplishment if the wind lifted me! I worked in a side garden for awhile, but my headache sent me inside. Not an unbearable headache, but it got my attention every time I bent over.

The forecast I heard this morning warned everyone in this area to be prepared for all manner of weather. That is exactly what they said. I would like to prepare for a calm sunny day with moderate temperatures. I don't think that's what they meant, though. Toni Louise is in her hidey hole she favors for stormy weather. I always pay attention to her, she is sensitive to storms.

The only task looming large today is the grouting of the floor in the bathroom. I am pondering ...... should I do it now and let it dry all day, or should I wait until bedtime and let it dry all night? I am leaning to bedtime grouting. We have to have a fan on anyway (HeWho cannot sleep without the fan noise) and it might as well serve two purposes.

I might need a little nap to work on this little dilemma and soothe my headache. But before I go, here is Eddie, who just so happened to look up at me as I was writing.

Monday, February 27, 2017

Sleep = Energy

It is amazing how much better you feel with 8 hours of sleep behind you! I slept until 9:00!!
Oh, I did get up earlier to let the dogs out, but they were very cooperative and we crawled back under the covers for a prolonged snooze. HeWho usually sleeps in, got up and went about his business of procuring sausage and biscuit. Very quietly.

Cujo is, hands down, my best sleeping buddy. He is always up for a nap. Wall-E would be second. If only changes in routine did not stress him. Charming Eddie kept crawling across my stomach and sniffing my face before he finally settled in. Then there is Toni Louise. I made the mistake of stroking her head for a minute. When I stopped she kept trying to pick my hand up with her paws. A couple of grunts of "huh-uh" quieted her.

I awoke to find a McDonalds black coffee awaiting me. It was a little cold, but a minute in the microwave and here I am, Cujo nestled by my side.

After finally finding the keys to my car on Saturday, I was off on my big adventure.  To WalMart. The keys are a real issue ...... we only have one set and you can't just go to a hardware store and have another key made. You have to order one from Ford and they want $150 to supply you with an extra key. HeWho is in charge of all things with engines, had warned me not to lose the key. I have been known to misplace things from time to time. But, they usually turn up ......

I checked all the usual places for lost keys. My coat pockets, my pants pockets, the floor below the key holder, the washing machine and even the car itself. Finally, after the annoying phone call about bed bugs, I decided to just sit down and empty my mind to think about what I did and what I was wearing the last time I drove the car. It came to me and I was wearing a quilted vest, since it wasn't that cold out last time I drove the car ...... and, viola, there they were in the vest pocket, right where I put them. HeWho was also in on the hunt, was still annoyed at me. HeWho just bought a new saw because he couldn't find the one he already had ........

But, let's talk about Walmart. They are remodeling. This is one of those good/bad situations. There was a lot of CLEARANCE going on. We all know how I love a good clearance!

I discovered fat Barbie on the clearance aisle. No, I didn't buy one. I was just curious enough to examine her. I wanted to take her out of the box to see if she had that back fat that oozes up over her bra. That would make her authentic. Too many people crowding me out ....

Looks like they are making big wide aisles that would accommodate more that one shopping cart. But, to do this, they shortened the length of the grocery ailses, which means there are eliminating some product lines. I saw one young woman going nuts over some lollipops on the clearance shelves in the middle of the great big walkway. She was filling her cart, because "Look, these are on clearance!!" Beware the shelves of clearance, the lollipops were 50 cents each ...... previously 2/$1. Math skills are a necessity, people.

I found very little on the clearance shelves that interested me. I was utterly disappointed to find that they have eliminated RV supplies. Maybe they are in the process of relocating them to another section, but they had nothing on the sales floor and I covered every square inch of that store. If they had any RV supplies clearance, I intended to take advantage of it. Not one helpful, friendly associate could be found in that area. I always look at the name tag, hoping to find someone in management who might actually be in the know about the products available. I did ask a couple of associates about the RV supplies, but the blank look I got in response was enough to discourage asking anymore.

I did discover something new. Jello has a cotton candy flavor!! I love cotton candy. I refuse to make it. HeWho is always suggesting new things for the store, had proposed getting a commercial size cotton candy maker. All I could think about was how sticky my arms would be. Snocones are enough.

The sun is shining and I have some bulbs to plant and mulch to move. Sleep = Energy!

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Camping Season is Coming

It is Saturday. Tomorrow will begin a brand new week. It has to be better than this one.

So, are you wondering if I am still annoyed?  Why, yes, yes I am. At everything. It is like the entire universe has conspired to just plain pi$$ me off. Thinking back on the week, I realize that part of the problem is not enough sleep. I am tired when I arise and any efforts to crawl back in the bed for more sleep is useless. I might sleep for another hour or two, but I dream crazy, vivid dreams that leave me feeling unsettled all day long.

I have trouble falling to sleep and when I finally do, my canine family is loathe to let me sleep for an appropriate amount of time. Wall-E has been the culprit lately. He will jump down and awaken Eddie and Cujo. I will take them all out, except Toni Louise. She is happy to wait for daylight. When we get to the door, Wall-E refuses to go out with the other two. He runs back to the bedroom and hides. The little guys are more than happy to get back in bed with me. Cujo snuggles under the covers and molds his body next to mine. Eddie prefers to be atop the covers and will curl his little self right under my chin and sometimes drape his head over my neck.

Wall-E has to be hunted and then heaved into the bed ..... none too gently. Toni Louise awakens every morning at 7:30, a proper time to be dragged from my bed and then while they all out taking care of business, I take care of my own business. This is when I find exactly where Wall-E has chosen to relieve himself in the dark hours of the morning. Looks like he had hiked his leg and aimed at the towel hanging on the holder. It was the towel of HeWho sleeps soundly. This makes me ponder the dog's punishment. Leaves me wondering if I should replace that towel or leave it for HeWho uses it twice to discover.

Almost like having an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. I left the towel. Decided I should get out of here for awhile. It is time for a big trip to the grocery and the puppy chow is low. I showered and then relented and tossed his towel in the laundry. Dressed and got ready to head out to stock the pantry. I was feeling almost human.

Was. I could not find my keys. I looked everywhere beginning with my purse. I checked my coat pockets and all of my pants pockets. I checked on the floor under the key holder. I checked the washer and the dryer and I checked the vehicle. I was so irritated. I sat down to check my e-mail (um, no, not for the keys) and regroup. The phone rang as I was trying to remember what I was wearing last time I drove my car.

I should probably leave you here, and not make this post so long. Unlike Hillbilly Mom, I can't stop. It is just too good to leave for another day. I answer with my usual business voice, hiding my irritation. I note that it is a local call and figure I am in for a treat. I was not disappointed.

"Kan-Do Kampground, how can I help you?" I say into the phone. The connection is not a good one, static interferes. "Do you got somebody by the name of Joe Blow stayin' out there at your place?" I ask her to repeat the last name, not recognizing the first name and not hearing clearly. She repeats it and I tell her that I have no one by that name staying here. "Well, my granddaughter stayed out there for a week in his camper and she come back eat up with bed bug bites! I just want you to know that you got bed bugs at your place!" I inform her once again that I have no tenant with that name and she says, "Well, I guess we won't do nothin' about it then!"

Yes, my long days of isolation are nearing an end. Camping season is just around the corner. Eddie and all his charm will take a back seat to the stories of campers. I will miss the endless days of winter, my feet under a blanket in my recliner, dogs all over me.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Still Annoyed

I hope this will end with the week. Yes, I am still annoyed.

Yesterday I had big plans. I had planned and worked around HeWho and asked just this one thing of him. I didn't even ask when the green house would be covered ......

It has been almost two years since he decided to tile my bathroom floor. I was on a trip to see my Dad and in my absence he decided to finally pull the toilet up and tile the floor. I had asked him to pull the toilet up and told him I would lay the tile. He always had an excuse.

So, while I was gone and my oldest grandson was here, they decided it would be a nice surprise for me to come home to a tiled bathroom. I gushed lavishly and thanked them ..... and stood in the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning wondering how they managed to screw the project up as bad as they did. Looks like they started out okay. The tiles are 4" by 24". They had staggered them nicely and it looked really good ....... until about halfway.

At that point they stopped staggering and started laying tiles in a different pattern for three rows, then back to staggering again for one row. After that there seems to be a problem with the sink vanity. Looks like they cut a piece wrong and used it anyway and then just stuck pieces all willy nilly and suddenly stopped just shy of the doorway.

I spent two days carefully prying up the tiles all the way back to the last row of properly staggered tiles. I specifically asked if HeWho thinks power tools will most likely kill women, would cut the tiles for me. He assured me that he would be happy to. He was unable to do it the previous day, because he was tinkering with his tractor. I noticed the tractor was still sitting in the middle of the parking lot where it suddenly died the night before.

It had to be pulled back to the barn. Then he had to go have his hearing aids adjusted. And this was after the trip to McDonalds for his breakfast, then a trip to the bank. Really, why could he not have accomplished all of this in the same trip? Finally he was ready to help me.

I carefully measured the first cuts I would need. Another trip to the hardware store was necessary to get the blades. Upon his return, I waited patiently for those first two cuts before mixing the thin set. For some reason, he thought he was done. I quickly tried to bring him back to task. I gave him the next two cuts and started laying tile. He seemed to be taking forever, but what do I know, I am not allowed to used power tools.

I sensed his annoyance as the project continued. But I was determined to finish. It was only half the floor area and I wanted to grout it today and be done with that task. The cuts started being not quite right and on a couple that were in corners, I actually tapped them in with a hammer.

So, you might be wondering if the floor is completely tiled. It is not. One last piece needs to be cut in the doorway. He says he broke all three blades trying to get that last piece just right.

It is amazing to me that he did not make another trip to get another blade, but he just sort of dismissed me and went on about his business. Am I annoyed? Yes, I am.

Maybe I should start supper and just turn everything off about halfway done. That won't work, he will just go get Chinese take-out.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Annoyed Yet Again

You will recall, if you read this at all, that HeWho swigs Diet Coke all day long used to favor a huge Bubba Mug. Made of plastic and insulated, it would keep his disgusting favorite drink cold all day long. Unbreakable, it would bounce when it fell off the mower or the tractor or the golf cart. Remember, he does not walk anywhere.

The screw on lid would break from time to time and the handle was always breaking. I think at one time he about 6 of these vessels in various states of disrepair. He would pair them up with mismatched lids and I am sure he would have used gorilla tape to re-affix the handles had I not tossed them. The inside of the cup was always clean and I tried to keep the outside clean. This is not the actual Bubba mug, but they are about this size. I have disposed of all the green, black, and turquoise mugs and lids.

I employed the use of bleach and Mr. Clean's magic eraser. But, the cups always looked nasty. He would even carry them into places that served food unless I caught him first. People would comment about the appearance of his bubba mug, which I took as a personal affront about my cleaning abilities.

He had his eye on the Yeti stainless steel cups, but I think he was afraid to buy one, lest I discover the cost. He was right about that. So, when he discovered the Ozark stainless steel at Walmart, he purchased two. Now, I was perfectly happy with my cheap double walled plastic cup with a lid and matching straw, It was about this time that my wisdom tooth was crying out to leave my mouth. I am almost certain that he bought both cups for himself and decided to give one to me because it had no straw. Nobody wants dry sockets.

I liked the cup. It really did retain the cold temperature and stainless steel does not stain. I accepted my gift of a cup reluctantly. They were exactly alike and I was worried about mix-ups. I don't care for drinking after others. It happened, of course. He would misplace his cup and dump the contents of mine and fill it with Diet Coke and go about his business, When questioned, he would always say, "Oh, I thought it was mine."

This caused me to take action. I grabbed a can of "watermelon" spray paint and painted my cup. Watermelon is hot pink. I figured that would solve the situation. It did, too. He could easily see that the PINK cup was mine and his was silver. Not too long after that he discovered an even bigger Ozark cup and purchased it. So, now, his cup was larger AND a different color.

With all this in mind, imagine my surprise when I picked up my PINK cup that held peach tea I had been sipping all afternoon and took a swallow of peach tea that had been topped off with diet coke!

I was sitting in my recliner, covered in dogs and had no choice but to swallow. It was so disgusting. I sat there wondering what had happened to my tea. I looked across the room at HeWho had annoyed me all day long. "Did you put your nasty Diet Coke in my cup?" He confessed that he did, saying the now famous words 'I thought it was mine'.  "Did you not notice the color and the size of the cup, that would have been a clue!"

He just told me that he was sorry. Given the fact that he had his cup next to him, I knew he had discovered his mistake. I knew he had taken a gulp, putting his cigarette lips on my lid. You would have thought he would pour the contents of my cup out and washed\ the lid. That's what I would have done, but, no, he let me think it was safe to assume that my cup still held my tea that I had been enjoying all day. This just wrong!

I continue to be annoyed.