Deciding to throw out the building mess rising upon my desk I went thru all the papers one by one including the aforethought bunches of nuisance advertising cluttering up my work and entertainment area. I was about to strike it rich. On opening some suspicious looking envelopes I struck gold. I found a long lost bank account filled with money, I found un-cashed checks, and the going through my dirty tux pockets for a recent fuel bill receipt for next year’s income tax filling I found cash. Cheese and crackers, I’ve found enough moneys I can think about maybe buying me a fishing license, a package wax worms, a can and tank of gasoline, and then go ice fishing. Now, not to get all excited, I’m only thinking about going ice fishing.
Holy smoke’ems, I’ve finally got that stubborn Tall Ollie’s speedometer drive installed including the bolting in and tightening it down. An almost impossible tight place to put a hand in and work it too, the job finished, my hands are feeling like cramping to show my mind’s determination was pushing them demanding to much of them. My word is there anything anymore a body may do with out objectionable picketers becoming involved.
Doing chores another stupid arsed cat got caught thinking it an easy fish dinner in a live trap. I wasn’t easy on the cat rattling it around good inside that trap before letting it loose. There’s just some lessons when these cats were kittens they aren’t remembering. The fish odor still strong I reset the trap for a possum. BGKC.
Fernan
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Cold and sunny
Been a day for some accomplishments. Tom came out to play. Bro’ had managed to fix the speedometer drive. I just haven’t quite gotten it back in the tractor as of yet. Meanwhile I’m thinking on it.
Chip came over sharpened and serviced Tom’s chainsaw. Chip had also come up to my place with his metal detector and found my keys. They’s the same keys I had lost three days ago just before everything was snowed on (under) that very next day. Keys were right near the tractor where I had missed putting them in my pocket.
Saw Mike, and he’d made all my galvanized gate repair parts for me. (sniff) I missed all the fun. Oh well! The gate still needs the new pieces installed.
The new JD tire delivered yesterday, was mounted this morning, and installed this very afternoon. Its has been one fine day.
And, Ugly’s heater working better today the water turned on.
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Coming in every thing done a half hour before sunset, it ain’t quite right, but I’ll take it. I’ll also take my rattlers early and hope I stay awake long enough to stay to try and awake through supper. BGKC.
Fernan
Chip came over sharpened and serviced Tom’s chainsaw. Chip had also come up to my place with his metal detector and found my keys. They’s the same keys I had lost three days ago just before everything was snowed on (under) that very next day. Keys were right near the tractor where I had missed putting them in my pocket.
Saw Mike, and he’d made all my galvanized gate repair parts for me. (sniff) I missed all the fun. Oh well! The gate still needs the new pieces installed.
The new JD tire delivered yesterday, was mounted this morning, and installed this very afternoon. Its has been one fine day.
And, Ugly’s heater working better today the water turned on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coming in every thing done a half hour before sunset, it ain’t quite right, but I’ll take it. I’ll also take my rattlers early and hope I stay awake long enough to stay to try and awake through supper. BGKC.
Fernan
Friday, February 5, 2010
One fine day
For 52 years it has never ceased to amaze me how easily it seams to me my arse is always in trouble. When 9:00AM rolled around, with my mate beside me, we were off and running to find her a book, lingerie, and some-thing pretty to wear.
First stop was the Clio senior center for crafts room yarn for Frieda’s knitting projects. Frieda makes receiving blankets for our favorite hospital for premature birth surprises. We also looked over the fine selection of books upon the book shelves. The books at the center may be purchased from two bit’s a paper back up to a buck for a hard cover. Out of a 7 book selection I got me another Louie Lamoure book and all for three dollars. Normally a lending library Frieda wanted to pay for them should one come-up missing during her stay in the horsepistol. I also borrowed a walker for Frieda’s use around Clio town, having forgotten to bring one of ours along with us.
Next stop, I dropped Frieda off at the Goodwill store for some odds and ends shopping, for the next to the best deals around here. Leaving her, I went on to our bank’s branch office to make some account adjustments. Then backtracked to TSC. To pick me up a couple wrenches and cat food.
My leaving TSC Goodwill was only but a couple doors west the TSC. Hmmmm, rather than pull out on state road M-57, Ugly more or less took for a short cross-country trip over a snow bank between the two parking lots, and what to my wondering eyes should I see, Herr Mostess picking them up and setting them down, her two feet and the walker’s four rubber tipped feet. Pulling up along side her she was in a more liking a Herr Clink mood so mad she was she had tears in her eyes while she laid her built up what-for‘s upon me. Good thing I was there so’s she let it all out. First and foremost they had no seats for a tired lady to rest upon. Add to that when she hadn’t found anything to her liking they denied her using their phone to call me, her shopping there done. Whew, was she steamed. So steamed she wouldn’t let me go back inside with her to let me see what I might find something for her!!!
Next stop I took down the road for a thrilling shopping experience at K-mart. Hey, I thought I had it made. Seeing on of them electric scooters in the handicap parking spaces I wheeled us right in beside it. Expecting no less than a rest full drive for her use we got her loaded aboard to fine the mechanical animal had died. Crap! Abandoning the scooter she had to walk in. Inside the doors I informed a kindly employee of the scooter’s dreaded condition. Concerned, she at least found Her Mostess a wheel chair for her seating for myself furnishing the power behind it to cover the store. The store watching the borrowed walker we were off covering the isles in some smooth style. Shopping light traffic was light. Getting around was easy. We found her lingerie, and some men’s socks. Wheeling her to housewares she found herself a slotted spoon, a colander sort of handled basket, and some closing-out glass soup bowls for less than half price. Everybody happy it were once more time to head us up and move us out.
Well leaving was a good idea in itself. Only when I had gotten her wheeled out to Ugly’s side she couldn’t get out of the chair on her own. Then I could not get her out of the chair on my own. It were about here we started drawing a crowd. Somebody holding the chair minus parking brakes, Frieda’s hands in my hands leaning back as in pulling, and two more folks hands under her arms we moved the cow…..er…..Frieda’s wedged in form out of the uncompromising wheel chair. What a relief getting out of that grabber. I hadn’t brought a tow bar along with us.
Three more stops: gasoline, non existent picnic paper plate holders (wont be in for another three weeks for spring sales), and dropping he walker back off at the senior center before going Otisville.
In Otisville we picked up Frieda’s one refilled prescription. Then slipped down Otisville’s whole half block business district for the Fairway store in high hopes Frieda finding yarn. She did manage to fine three scans and the encouraging info this store is no longer carrying Frieda’s preferred good yarn. Likely another product probably lost to dying USA manufacturing. We’ll likely have to bow to yak-yak processed wool from the Gobby Desert just as soon as some china-man figures out a way to get it to a container ship waiting at the coast????????
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While in Otisville I took Frieda out for a belated brunch at the corner café. Shucks, again Tara wasn’t working the tables today!
Getting back late I found myself in a panic to re-supply shelled corn before the weekend. In spite my hurrying it were no good. The Sixguys’ farm had started hauling out beans and I couldn’t get my shelled corn until next Tuesday. Oh well, now maybe that’s why our homemade northern chilli and cornbread is made the way it is?!
Back home again trailing disappointment behind me, I moved right on out to the hay yard to see to my ladies eating. Checking my traps, what do I see but just as figured there was one cat in one of them. And who should it happen to be but Sweetheart. To either show her a thing or two or to learn her another durn good lesson I let her cry out to me her predicament as I went about the ladies needs first AND THEN, when I got a round tuit, I gave Sweetheart a durn good shaking inside that wire trap before flipping it upside down for the trap door to flop open. And when it did She was gone leaving nary a track behind her moving over the snow back to the barn as if I had lit her afterburner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Getting in at about dark, having had a late brunch lunch I popped me some corn for a start. Now plan on finishing with a chunk of cheese and an apple. BGKC.
Fernan
First stop was the Clio senior center for crafts room yarn for Frieda’s knitting projects. Frieda makes receiving blankets for our favorite hospital for premature birth surprises. We also looked over the fine selection of books upon the book shelves. The books at the center may be purchased from two bit’s a paper back up to a buck for a hard cover. Out of a 7 book selection I got me another Louie Lamoure book and all for three dollars. Normally a lending library Frieda wanted to pay for them should one come-up missing during her stay in the horsepistol. I also borrowed a walker for Frieda’s use around Clio town, having forgotten to bring one of ours along with us.
Next stop, I dropped Frieda off at the Goodwill store for some odds and ends shopping, for the next to the best deals around here. Leaving her, I went on to our bank’s branch office to make some account adjustments. Then backtracked to TSC. To pick me up a couple wrenches and cat food.
My leaving TSC Goodwill was only but a couple doors west the TSC. Hmmmm, rather than pull out on state road M-57, Ugly more or less took for a short cross-country trip over a snow bank between the two parking lots, and what to my wondering eyes should I see, Herr Mostess picking them up and setting them down, her two feet and the walker’s four rubber tipped feet. Pulling up along side her she was in a more liking a Herr Clink mood so mad she was she had tears in her eyes while she laid her built up what-for‘s upon me. Good thing I was there so’s she let it all out. First and foremost they had no seats for a tired lady to rest upon. Add to that when she hadn’t found anything to her liking they denied her using their phone to call me, her shopping there done. Whew, was she steamed. So steamed she wouldn’t let me go back inside with her to let me see what I might find something for her!!!
Next stop I took down the road for a thrilling shopping experience at K-mart. Hey, I thought I had it made. Seeing on of them electric scooters in the handicap parking spaces I wheeled us right in beside it. Expecting no less than a rest full drive for her use we got her loaded aboard to fine the mechanical animal had died. Crap! Abandoning the scooter she had to walk in. Inside the doors I informed a kindly employee of the scooter’s dreaded condition. Concerned, she at least found Her Mostess a wheel chair for her seating for myself furnishing the power behind it to cover the store. The store watching the borrowed walker we were off covering the isles in some smooth style. Shopping light traffic was light. Getting around was easy. We found her lingerie, and some men’s socks. Wheeling her to housewares she found herself a slotted spoon, a colander sort of handled basket, and some closing-out glass soup bowls for less than half price. Everybody happy it were once more time to head us up and move us out.
Well leaving was a good idea in itself. Only when I had gotten her wheeled out to Ugly’s side she couldn’t get out of the chair on her own. Then I could not get her out of the chair on my own. It were about here we started drawing a crowd. Somebody holding the chair minus parking brakes, Frieda’s hands in my hands leaning back as in pulling, and two more folks hands under her arms we moved the cow…..er…..Frieda’s wedged in form out of the uncompromising wheel chair. What a relief getting out of that grabber. I hadn’t brought a tow bar along with us.
Three more stops: gasoline, non existent picnic paper plate holders (wont be in for another three weeks for spring sales), and dropping he walker back off at the senior center before going Otisville.
In Otisville we picked up Frieda’s one refilled prescription. Then slipped down Otisville’s whole half block business district for the Fairway store in high hopes Frieda finding yarn. She did manage to fine three scans and the encouraging info this store is no longer carrying Frieda’s preferred good yarn. Likely another product probably lost to dying USA manufacturing. We’ll likely have to bow to yak-yak processed wool from the Gobby Desert just as soon as some china-man figures out a way to get it to a container ship waiting at the coast????????
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While in Otisville I took Frieda out for a belated brunch at the corner café. Shucks, again Tara wasn’t working the tables today!
Getting back late I found myself in a panic to re-supply shelled corn before the weekend. In spite my hurrying it were no good. The Sixguys’ farm had started hauling out beans and I couldn’t get my shelled corn until next Tuesday. Oh well, now maybe that’s why our homemade northern chilli and cornbread is made the way it is?!
Back home again trailing disappointment behind me, I moved right on out to the hay yard to see to my ladies eating. Checking my traps, what do I see but just as figured there was one cat in one of them. And who should it happen to be but Sweetheart. To either show her a thing or two or to learn her another durn good lesson I let her cry out to me her predicament as I went about the ladies needs first AND THEN, when I got a round tuit, I gave Sweetheart a durn good shaking inside that wire trap before flipping it upside down for the trap door to flop open. And when it did She was gone leaving nary a track behind her moving over the snow back to the barn as if I had lit her afterburner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Getting in at about dark, having had a late brunch lunch I popped me some corn for a start. Now plan on finishing with a chunk of cheese and an apple. BGKC.
Fernan
Thursday, February 4, 2010
More Yesterday
When I finally got out I had naturally started out behind and finished up my whole day that very same behinder way.
Well I got Herr clink over to her favorite hair dresser’s before moving on to my needed day’s grind. Whilst driving from one place to another I brought out my cell and celled a Michigan visitor Dan. We didn’t talk long or got into anything to awfully deep. The gentleman that he is was in our neighborhood for his brother fixing to go under the knife today. I did notice however he’s a very good listener.
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This evening’s plan is I’ll get Frieda over towards Clio for some dime books and wearing apparel shopping, underwear and something pretty to wear. Perhaps I can get rid of another box the adult dieties (depends). Perhaps I may also pickup another bag cat food.
I can remember a time when she didn’t have acute thing to wear on while I thought she were pretty enough. Wimmen????????
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Frieda’s been trying to tell me which cat in our barn cats mob is Charlie. Well I got picture proof positive of Charlie’s passing by visit today. Fact I got him and his only surviving sibling sister Sweetheart in the same shot. Charlie’s the closer of the two cats to me.
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This is picture of a flashlite what had been used by someone before me working on the house. Remarkably it is an old Everready still remarkably good working condition after I can’t venture a guess how long it has laid down there?
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Pictured here is a desperate attempt at catching some free spirited possums in live traps. Note the chewed holes in silage wrap intended to keep air out of these precious bovine food stuffs. The wind from the south or the direction of the barn and our cats, I baited each trap with the smelly good sardines splitting them three ways in the only traps I could find what weren’t frozen down somewhere.
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What a pee poor day it was for me accomplishing anything. Other than playing some an innumerable number rousing good solitaire card games, I for one brought in a goodly pile of firewood plus filled the city slickers shopping cart as well with more odd sized and shaped pieces firewood. BGKC.
Fernan
Well I got Herr clink over to her favorite hair dresser’s before moving on to my needed day’s grind. Whilst driving from one place to another I brought out my cell and celled a Michigan visitor Dan. We didn’t talk long or got into anything to awfully deep. The gentleman that he is was in our neighborhood for his brother fixing to go under the knife today. I did notice however he’s a very good listener.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This evening’s plan is I’ll get Frieda over towards Clio for some dime books and wearing apparel shopping, underwear and something pretty to wear. Perhaps I can get rid of another box the adult dieties (depends). Perhaps I may also pickup another bag cat food.
I can remember a time when she didn’t have acute thing to wear on while I thought she were pretty enough. Wimmen????????
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frieda’s been trying to tell me which cat in our barn cats mob is Charlie. Well I got picture proof positive of Charlie’s passing by visit today. Fact I got him and his only surviving sibling sister Sweetheart in the same shot. Charlie’s the closer of the two cats to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is picture of a flashlite what had been used by someone before me working on the house. Remarkably it is an old Everready still remarkably good working condition after I can’t venture a guess how long it has laid down there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pictured here is a desperate attempt at catching some free spirited possums in live traps. Note the chewed holes in silage wrap intended to keep air out of these precious bovine food stuffs. The wind from the south or the direction of the barn and our cats, I baited each trap with the smelly good sardines splitting them three ways in the only traps I could find what weren’t frozen down somewhere.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What a pee poor day it was for me accomplishing anything. Other than playing some an innumerable number rousing good solitaire card games, I for one brought in a goodly pile of firewood plus filled the city slickers shopping cart as well with more odd sized and shaped pieces firewood. BGKC.
Fernan
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
2-3-2010 Grain Grinding Day
....continued
GD, Herr Mostess is wound up tighter than a three dollar watch the last three days. She’s been yapping away about all the things she’s got to do these current days leading up to her knee replacement. She’s calling her girl friends wanting everybody going with her and all of them getting their hair done with her. She wants somebody to take her over to the senior center for some $0.10/pocket books (ten cent) buys. She wants somebody to take her lingerie shopping (XXXXL panties).
I’ve repeatedly offered to chauffer her the last couple days. She’s repeatedly turned me down every day. That is until this morning? All of a sudden it’s my fault she isn’t getting carted around? I wonder why?? So this morning she sounds as if it is all my fault her needs haven’t been immediately taken care of. Now she’s sounding like to save her civilization as she see’s it I’ve got to step up the Knight in shinning ((((amour)))) armor hero. And now, she’s this willingness to make me the scapegoat her willingness to forgive me all my hard hearted inattentiveness the very same day (it comes up any day every two weeks) I’m required to grind mixed feeds.
I-via! Going on almost fifty years I’ve almost figured her out… Only almost….. Not completely…..Which’ll never happen in my lifetime….(sigh)
This has got to be my pay-back for, “I admittedly only wanting her body!!!!!!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here it is! A couple pictures of our mountainous snows what started out an unimpressive dry easily sweep away participation yesterday’s morning right on thru to what’s a sticky scenic beautifying snowy representation this morning. If I were to hardly work at it sweeping up an enough of the wet stuff I might pile up at least an inch of it somewhere?
This first picture seen is our last devastating snow storm :^), there are the three recently saved buckets ash, and three baskets I have already used one for a see through storage shelved animal medications container.
This second picture’s showing what’s left of current firewood pile (a full cord). For backup firewood I’ll use up the wood immediately stacked just left the Spruce Pine tree.
Busy, busy, busy, this may be my only contribution for yesterday and today. I not only need to grind, perhaps I can get Herr Mostess’s mind trying needs taken care of? Mine too!! Look out Clio, here we may just come? BGKC.
Fernan
GD, Herr Mostess is wound up tighter than a three dollar watch the last three days. She’s been yapping away about all the things she’s got to do these current days leading up to her knee replacement. She’s calling her girl friends wanting everybody going with her and all of them getting their hair done with her. She wants somebody to take her over to the senior center for some $0.10/pocket books (ten cent) buys. She wants somebody to take her lingerie shopping (XXXXL panties).
I’ve repeatedly offered to chauffer her the last couple days. She’s repeatedly turned me down every day. That is until this morning? All of a sudden it’s my fault she isn’t getting carted around? I wonder why?? So this morning she sounds as if it is all my fault her needs haven’t been immediately taken care of. Now she’s sounding like to save her civilization as she see’s it I’ve got to step up the Knight in shinning ((((amour)))) armor hero. And now, she’s this willingness to make me the scapegoat her willingness to forgive me all my hard hearted inattentiveness the very same day (it comes up any day every two weeks) I’m required to grind mixed feeds.
I-via! Going on almost fifty years I’ve almost figured her out… Only almost….. Not completely…..Which’ll never happen in my lifetime….(sigh)
This has got to be my pay-back for, “I admittedly only wanting her body!!!!!!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here it is! A couple pictures of our mountainous snows what started out an unimpressive dry easily sweep away participation yesterday’s morning right on thru to what’s a sticky scenic beautifying snowy representation this morning. If I were to hardly work at it sweeping up an enough of the wet stuff I might pile up at least an inch of it somewhere?
This first picture seen is our last devastating snow storm :^), there are the three recently saved buckets ash, and three baskets I have already used one for a see through storage shelved animal medications container.
This second picture’s showing what’s left of current firewood pile (a full cord). For backup firewood I’ll use up the wood immediately stacked just left the Spruce Pine tree.
Busy, busy, busy, this may be my only contribution for yesterday and today. I not only need to grind, perhaps I can get Herr Mostess’s mind trying needs taken care of? Mine too!! Look out Clio, here we may just come? BGKC.
Fernan
2-2-2010 Ground Hog Day
Joe’s words remind me of two feelings.
One of them when I'm feeling oh so good I've often wished I could absorb somebody else's pain, particularly a child's.
The second of them was all pain's in the neck during my childhood and adolescent years. It seemed my neck had swelled so wide, high, and deep the pain seemingly something else. Mumps I had them twice or one side at a time. And when my dumb arsed wisdom teeth come in all of them singularly again the swelling and pain hardly making me handsome. My neck again so swollen it pitched my head so far of to the side Mom had me eating more dill pickles, them letting me stay home from school. Neck so swollen to watch the TV in an upright mode I had laid one way and the other to have watched in those days.
Weather wise we've gotten another smattering of teased snow gently laid upon us.
Admitted meany-while, I'm making plans to do in more like varmints those Pennsylvanians worship on pedestals. Them over sized dirt digging miss guided gopher varmints making holes so damned deep and wide I've near been thrown off the tractor to not even have spoken about the near destruction of tagged along haying equipment.
So keep well, EVERYBODY, as I'm putting a candle in the window for all of ya’s.
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A little past 3:30 PM, I’ve just been outside checking mail box and leaving a check for gas man. Egad’s, being one of them smaller two/three hundred pound pig’s, its been 2005 since it has been filled last. Wow! Hev, I got to get on the lady of the house for such wistful use my hard earned money to keep her cooker supplied wit fuel.
Having just come back in the house we’ve a wet snow lazily quietly drifting on seemingly up lifting airs to earth. Kind-a pretty watching it.
Reminds me that first December, January, and February; just married, no TV set, our sharing only one pair pajama‘s, ordinarily sickbay silly pajamas, between us to meet each other under a single blanket on the couch were we’d try to calmly sit and watch Great Lake Michigan’s lake effect snow fall’s fall outside our 2nd floor apartment’s picture window.
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Admittedly hating KP I goof off every opportunity I may think up a good excuse to get out of it. It’s 5:00 PM and I’m busily watching six bottled honey leftovers warming on the woodstove for an until now an unplanned consolidation. It’s just one more opportunity to look good in Her Mostess’s eyes since my before breakfast exercises withdrawing my bay window in and up for a couple moments vanity’s bliss.
Meanwhile (that is right, another meanwhile), earlier this afternoon I found my long lost camera tripod. Now if I can only find the instructions on how to take a delayed picture with my E-camera?
Fernan
To be continued......
One of them when I'm feeling oh so good I've often wished I could absorb somebody else's pain, particularly a child's.
The second of them was all pain's in the neck during my childhood and adolescent years. It seemed my neck had swelled so wide, high, and deep the pain seemingly something else. Mumps I had them twice or one side at a time. And when my dumb arsed wisdom teeth come in all of them singularly again the swelling and pain hardly making me handsome. My neck again so swollen it pitched my head so far of to the side Mom had me eating more dill pickles, them letting me stay home from school. Neck so swollen to watch the TV in an upright mode I had laid one way and the other to have watched in those days.
Weather wise we've gotten another smattering of teased snow gently laid upon us.
Admitted meany-while, I'm making plans to do in more like varmints those Pennsylvanians worship on pedestals. Them over sized dirt digging miss guided gopher varmints making holes so damned deep and wide I've near been thrown off the tractor to not even have spoken about the near destruction of tagged along haying equipment.
So keep well, EVERYBODY, as I'm putting a candle in the window for all of ya’s.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little past 3:30 PM, I’ve just been outside checking mail box and leaving a check for gas man. Egad’s, being one of them smaller two/three hundred pound pig’s, its been 2005 since it has been filled last. Wow! Hev, I got to get on the lady of the house for such wistful use my hard earned money to keep her cooker supplied wit fuel.
Having just come back in the house we’ve a wet snow lazily quietly drifting on seemingly up lifting airs to earth. Kind-a pretty watching it.
Reminds me that first December, January, and February; just married, no TV set, our sharing only one pair pajama‘s, ordinarily sickbay silly pajamas, between us to meet each other under a single blanket on the couch were we’d try to calmly sit and watch Great Lake Michigan’s lake effect snow fall’s fall outside our 2nd floor apartment’s picture window.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Admittedly hating KP I goof off every opportunity I may think up a good excuse to get out of it. It’s 5:00 PM and I’m busily watching six bottled honey leftovers warming on the woodstove for an until now an unplanned consolidation. It’s just one more opportunity to look good in Her Mostess’s eyes since my before breakfast exercises withdrawing my bay window in and up for a couple moments vanity’s bliss.
Meanwhile (that is right, another meanwhile), earlier this afternoon I found my long lost camera tripod. Now if I can only find the instructions on how to take a delayed picture with my E-camera?
Fernan
To be continued......
Monday, February 1, 2010
My heart ain’t in it……
……while I continue trying my best to clean house. What I need to do here is close my eyes and just plainly chuck the junk and stuff we haven’t looked at for the last 15 yrs in the trash. Be easier squeezing more dishes or pantry supplies upon their rightful shelves in the once over crowded kitchen cabinets.
Came upon one spectacular find. A late 1920’s electric light fixture I had forgotten I put up on a top shelf, originally meant for over the kitchen sink. Sure glad I found that light fixture. Now, I no longer need keep my eyes open for it.
Found veterinary supplies scattered in three places. I thing I could use some wire baskets for repacking just one of the cabinets. One wire basket for healthy animal supplies.
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I just hate it when somebody tells me "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it, too". Damn right! What good is cake if a body can't eat it? BGKC.
Fernan
Came upon one spectacular find. A late 1920’s electric light fixture I had forgotten I put up on a top shelf, originally meant for over the kitchen sink. Sure glad I found that light fixture. Now, I no longer need keep my eyes open for it.
Found veterinary supplies scattered in three places. I thing I could use some wire baskets for repacking just one of the cabinets. One wire basket for healthy animal supplies.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I just hate it when somebody tells me "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it, too". Damn right! What good is cake if a body can't eat it? BGKC.
Fernan
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