Lately I have felt overwhelmed and I am not sure why. Yes, looming health questions are playing havoc with my nerves but that isn't all of it. I just feel overwhelmed. Things are bothering me.
Noise bothers me. When I was a child growing up we always had the radio or the television going. My father kept late hours so when I went to bed it was never silent. The day I got married and went to my apartment with my new husband was a day I will never forget -- for obvious reasons -- but some not very obvious ones as well. As we retired for the night we shut down the apartment and I became very aware, disturbingly aware of how dark and quiet it was. I was almost frightened. It was so different than what I was used to. I remember childhood days with the windows open blowing the white organdy curtains. I remember smelling the little wildflowers that grew in our unlandscaped back yard. I remember the smell of the air after it rained. I remember the jingle of the Tiner's ice cream truck and the kids playing in the yard. When did these lovely sounds and smells get replaced with noise. Just noise. Traffic noise, electronic noise, white noise to sleep -- just nerve jangling noise.
Now, noise bothers me. I crave silence. We recently changed our television service -- we got rid of cable and went to an antenna, Roku, and Tivo. It is wonderful. I no longer have the urge to mindlessly flip through channels with the constant noise droning on and on.
Darkness bothers me. We have a very open floorplan house with many windows and I have to have those windows open. Gone are the days of me wanting everything closed up tight with dim lighting and coziness all around. I want it open. And light. And quiet. I remember sleeping with the windows open and the curtains open. I remember being able to hear my uncle, who was ill and lived across the street, coughing at night. I remember being able to see the blinking red light on the tall building downtown where my father worked at night at the television station (yes, I could see it from my bedroom). I remember things being open and not having to worry about having things locked up like a fortress. I remember the screen door latch -- that was enough to keep intruders out. First thing in the morning the door would come open and the screen latched and that is the way it stayed all day.
Clutter bothers me. I wasn't always that way. My mother and I would have words over the state of my dresser when I was a teenager. I had to have everything I owned on top of that dresser within view. That wasn't quite her idea. She would clean it off and I would junk it up. One day we actually had an argument over it. She won. Now .... I can't stand stuff on the furniture.
I want it quiet, open, and light without anything sitting around.
I am pretty much addicted to facebook. It is not good for me. I have always had a tendency to get "down in the dumps" -- not full-blown depressed (too busy for that) but moody. I am finding myself to be that way more and more lately and I blame it on facebook. So, recently, instead of just closing the computer only to come back a half hour later to see what is going on and who is on and who is saying what, I have started logging off because, basically, I am lazy and logging back on is just too much trouble. Last night, however, I was looking critically at what I was actually paying attention to and there is no wonder I could be slightly moody. The political posts, the prepper posts, the terrorist posts, the abused dog posts, the abused children posts, the critically ill children posts, the posts about all the dangers for the kids, the posts about how everything we eat and drink is killing us -- it is just too much. I am getting too much of all of this stuff. It is so troubling and there isn't anything I can do about any of it.
So, I decided to "declutter" my facebook account. I deleted some people (sorry!). I reduced contact with others. Now the people that I will readily hear from are people that I actually know and have active communication with -- most of them are family. I looked at the groups that I am a part of -- most of which I had no idea I was a part of. I deleted almost all of them. One is particularly bothersome because the moderator is pretty much of a bully. I deleted the game apps (except for Words with Friends that I play with my daughter). I deleted all personal information although there wasn't much up there. I breathed a sigh of relief and felt great accomplishment when I was done. It is amazing how we get sucked into stuff like that and it is also amazing how we get into so many things on the internet without our knowledge. It seems every time I do a search for something I am getting ads for that product or I am put on some sort of mail list. I even get ads for things my husband searches for on HIS computer. I don't especially like the feeling that everything is so incredibly "out there". I am not a particularly paranoid person but I don't doubt the existence of "big brother".
I have also had to come to terms with my 'thing' with technology. I love it but it doesn't love me. I find it frustrating. I have had each generation of Nook and each one is different with good points and bad points. My most recent acquisition of the Samsung Galaxy Nook blah blah from last Christmas is annoying. It overheats, it runs out of memory even with an SD card and I basically put it in the drawer because it was too much trouble to deal with. I still have my Nook HD that I like to play a couple of games on but not on a regular basis. I love my little Nook Glowlight because I don't have to charge it every chapter or so. And, I love my little Asus netbook. I have been reading real books because you don't have to worry about them running out of charge in the middle of a chapter. How could something so simple trump something so innovative, timely, and sophisticated?
Am I just getting old? Is the world just moving too fast for me? Am I slowing down? Hopelessly out of touch? I feel myself going backward in time -- I am creating my personal space -- the one I actually live in -- to be more like it was forty years ago. I am not particularly happy in the here and now. Now, don't get me wrong - I don't want to LEAVE the here and now -- I am having too much fun with my family and there are other aspects of my life where I feel energetic and young(er) and interested but there are too many things today that are too negative and too sinister -- has it always been that way and we didn't know about it? Are we living on the information highway too much?
So, the only way I know to deal with things is to limit my exposure to all the negativity -- less FB reading and more blog reading. Less news coverage and more book reading. Maybe that is putting myself in a bubble -- ostrich, head, sand sort of thing but I am afraid that is what I am going to have to do or my head is going to explode.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
I Get It
I arose this morning before the sun. I opened the curtain hoping to see some sort of wildlife. There was none. It is still after the windy "cold front" that moved through yesterday threatening the never-ending summer. It isn't cold but a change in the air is detectable. It is thoughtful sort of morning, misty memories floating through my consciousness. Somehow, in an instant, I understand.
When I was growing up I lived a different sort of life from my peers. My father was "famous". He was a local newscaster for the CBS affiliate station. He expected us to adhere to certain standards. We had to look the part. I am not sure why, we were just plain people from south Texas. So, from a young age I went to the beauty shop. When I was about 12 I insisted that that little ritual stop when the beautician wouldn't quit doing my hair in Shirley Temple curls. It was the 60's for goodness sake. Our house was post-World War II tract housing but my mother furnished it in the latest trends. I remember it well -- blond, limed oak furniture, a sophisticated tweed, one armed sofa, a black soapstone lamp that you could actually plant ivy in. Somehow I never thought that was a good idea -- water, electricity - yeah, not a good idea. I remember the kitchen -- blue and while tile counters (called drain boards, back then) and my mother had this lovely speckled linoleum (I purchased the same thing, twice, for various houses) and she painted the walls parchment beige and cabinets a lovely mocha shade. A woman ahead of her time, clearly.
In the mid 50's we lost the tweed sofa and tubby occasional chairs -- replaced with a t-seat sofa and matching chairs. I loved that set and have, in fact, purchased something quite similar for my own home. Mother was a mover and a shaker -- didn't like to settle in on something for too long -- when a style changed, so did she. I can sort of understand my father's dismay for this constant updating.
At some point in the early 60's my mother decided we should move to a larger house -- one she knew well because it belonged to a friend. We moved. This necessitated a change in furniture. Out went the lovely mid-century modern and t-seat suite and in came the Early American trend, so popular at that time. Larger house meant larger furniture. It was lovely but oh, my, what a pain to dust. All those little turned legs and nooks and crannies. She decorated and polished. It looked like a department store.
Around 1967 we made another move -- back to the original home which they still had. Hmmm....smaller house (a tiny house by today's "tiny house movement" standard) and large furniture. Large, heavy, dark furniture. I missed the mid-century modern but it wasn't my call. Mom still polished and hung colonial decorations asymetrically on the walls. We lived in a harvest gold and avocado green world -- colors I never particularly liked but carried on into my own home due to popularity.
In 1969 our version of the tiny house burned down. We were in it. We got out. Everybody was ok -- even the dog. However, something happpened to my mother. Not physically. Emotionally the desire to be house proud left her in an instant.
We moved back into the house after the rebuiltd It looked the same -- sort of -- but it was missing some of the charming things that made it nice in spite of its' tiny footprint. The faceted glass doorknobs were gone as were the lovely paneled doors -- replaced with brass hardware and slab doors. Not the same. The tile in the kitchen with the site-built cabinets were gone and replaced with stock, ready to hang, cabinets and formica. Ok, no grout to bleach on a regular basis but---- there was no grout to bleach -- the routine was broken.
As was my mother. From that point on, my mother didn't hang on to anything material. There was minimal decoration, things that were lost from the fire weren't replaced, There was nothing sitting around, no knick-knacks, no plants, nothing. She didn't care. I didn't get it. Home was different. My mother was different. What had happened to my life?
Yesterday, I got it. I believe my mother had reached the time in her life that I have reached now although she was considerably younger at the time. It is the realization that material things just don't make you happy. Material things are clutter. Material things are things to be dusted, and cleaned and moved around and shifted and clearly things to multiply in the night. I have heard other people say, after fires and other natural disasters, that material goods just didn't have the same impact on them as they used to. Some people, in fact, look at it as a blessing. I wouldn't wish any sort of a natural disaster on anybody anywhere under any circumstances but there is something about starting over that is cathartic.
Yesterday I walked through my house and I looked at it, critically, from the front door and tried to see what others see when they walk in. It is crowded. There is too much stuff. It grates on my nerves. It makes me tired. I think that is where my mother's head was -- she was just tired. Granted, she was only 46 years old at that time but she was tired. I am tired. I don't wish to spend my time dusting spindly little legs on furniture. I don't wish to spend my money on decorations that need to be stored or dusted or washed (thank you Hobby Lobby for all the lovely seasonal decorations that I won't be buying). I understand where my mother's head was when she would clean the house (always smelled like Pine-sol and lemon oil) and then just want to sit down with a book.
I get it. It has taken me longer than her but -- I get it.
When I was growing up I lived a different sort of life from my peers. My father was "famous". He was a local newscaster for the CBS affiliate station. He expected us to adhere to certain standards. We had to look the part. I am not sure why, we were just plain people from south Texas. So, from a young age I went to the beauty shop. When I was about 12 I insisted that that little ritual stop when the beautician wouldn't quit doing my hair in Shirley Temple curls. It was the 60's for goodness sake. Our house was post-World War II tract housing but my mother furnished it in the latest trends. I remember it well -- blond, limed oak furniture, a sophisticated tweed, one armed sofa, a black soapstone lamp that you could actually plant ivy in. Somehow I never thought that was a good idea -- water, electricity - yeah, not a good idea. I remember the kitchen -- blue and while tile counters (called drain boards, back then) and my mother had this lovely speckled linoleum (I purchased the same thing, twice, for various houses) and she painted the walls parchment beige and cabinets a lovely mocha shade. A woman ahead of her time, clearly.
In the mid 50's we lost the tweed sofa and tubby occasional chairs -- replaced with a t-seat sofa and matching chairs. I loved that set and have, in fact, purchased something quite similar for my own home. Mother was a mover and a shaker -- didn't like to settle in on something for too long -- when a style changed, so did she. I can sort of understand my father's dismay for this constant updating.
At some point in the early 60's my mother decided we should move to a larger house -- one she knew well because it belonged to a friend. We moved. This necessitated a change in furniture. Out went the lovely mid-century modern and t-seat suite and in came the Early American trend, so popular at that time. Larger house meant larger furniture. It was lovely but oh, my, what a pain to dust. All those little turned legs and nooks and crannies. She decorated and polished. It looked like a department store.
Around 1967 we made another move -- back to the original home which they still had. Hmmm....smaller house (a tiny house by today's "tiny house movement" standard) and large furniture. Large, heavy, dark furniture. I missed the mid-century modern but it wasn't my call. Mom still polished and hung colonial decorations asymetrically on the walls. We lived in a harvest gold and avocado green world -- colors I never particularly liked but carried on into my own home due to popularity.
In 1969 our version of the tiny house burned down. We were in it. We got out. Everybody was ok -- even the dog. However, something happpened to my mother. Not physically. Emotionally the desire to be house proud left her in an instant.
We moved back into the house after the rebuiltd It looked the same -- sort of -- but it was missing some of the charming things that made it nice in spite of its' tiny footprint. The faceted glass doorknobs were gone as were the lovely paneled doors -- replaced with brass hardware and slab doors. Not the same. The tile in the kitchen with the site-built cabinets were gone and replaced with stock, ready to hang, cabinets and formica. Ok, no grout to bleach on a regular basis but---- there was no grout to bleach -- the routine was broken.
As was my mother. From that point on, my mother didn't hang on to anything material. There was minimal decoration, things that were lost from the fire weren't replaced, There was nothing sitting around, no knick-knacks, no plants, nothing. She didn't care. I didn't get it. Home was different. My mother was different. What had happened to my life?
Yesterday, I got it. I believe my mother had reached the time in her life that I have reached now although she was considerably younger at the time. It is the realization that material things just don't make you happy. Material things are clutter. Material things are things to be dusted, and cleaned and moved around and shifted and clearly things to multiply in the night. I have heard other people say, after fires and other natural disasters, that material goods just didn't have the same impact on them as they used to. Some people, in fact, look at it as a blessing. I wouldn't wish any sort of a natural disaster on anybody anywhere under any circumstances but there is something about starting over that is cathartic.
Yesterday I walked through my house and I looked at it, critically, from the front door and tried to see what others see when they walk in. It is crowded. There is too much stuff. It grates on my nerves. It makes me tired. I think that is where my mother's head was -- she was just tired. Granted, she was only 46 years old at that time but she was tired. I am tired. I don't wish to spend my time dusting spindly little legs on furniture. I don't wish to spend my money on decorations that need to be stored or dusted or washed (thank you Hobby Lobby for all the lovely seasonal decorations that I won't be buying). I understand where my mother's head was when she would clean the house (always smelled like Pine-sol and lemon oil) and then just want to sit down with a book.
I get it. It has taken me longer than her but -- I get it.
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Boy, Was I Wrong!
I thought that my elder years would be spent lolling around, eating bon-bons, watching game shows on tv and generally vegetating. Well, I guess I was wrong. First off, I don't feel like an "elder" person -- I still listen to rock and roll music for goodness sakes! I am pretty up on pop culture (much to my husband's dismay) and I still like fashion and makeup an such -- oh, and bon-bons, too!
However, what isn't happening is the lolling around. I am as busy now as I ever have been and for that I am thankful. I don't think I would "loll" very well. I am learning new things (crochet) and I am cooking from scratch -- all.the.time. I am also sewing-- a lot.
So, while I have been away from here for several days, I haven't been sitting still. I have been sewing. I am making a quilt from these fabrics --
It is a very simple quilt with the "map" as the center and then borders of the other two. I am handquilting it, without a hoop or frame, and I have pinned it with over 800 safety pins spaced 2" apart. I didn't think that quilting without a hoop would be possible -- or at least enjoyable -- but it is. I haven't had any hand pain at all and that has made it a very enjoyable project.
Also, coming up at the end of October is Bean's school's answer to Halloween. It is called "Saints and Angels" Day. For pre-k 3 and 4 she was an angel. This year she gets to be a saint. She also got to choose her saint and she chose the obvious -- St. Elizabeth Ann Seton -- her school's namesake. St. Elizabeth Ann Seton appeals to my daughter's interest as she is an American saint, born during the American Revolution era and was originally Episcopalian. So, St. Elizabeth Ann Seton we will be.
So, I am adapting this pattern -- and doing it by hand, I might add because I have discovered that sewing clothing by hand (couture) allows me to sit in front of the television as I stitch and not in the back bedroom by myself.
I am using the blue dress pattern with the cap from the upper left view and I am lengthening the pilgrim collar to be a cape.
And then, the Bean needs some fall dresses for church. I am making this one up out of something -- not sure what. I made a muslin (first time ever) for fit and surprisingly, it fit! So, on I will go.
So, that is what I have been doing while I am waiting for more medical tests -- I am still waiting for an appointment (they will call -- SOMETIME) and trying to maintain some form of sanity.
And cooking -- I am enjoying cooking, for some odd reason, even though my husband doesn't seem to enjoy my cooking -- unless it is bread.
On a somewhat sad, yet humorous note, I have been forced to recognize that I am not a spring chicken anymore which probably means that I should cut my hair because old hens don't wear long hair -- right? Anyway, I had to attend a funeral yesterday. I have lost about 1 1/2 inch in height which means my slacks are too long. I decided to wear some heels of the lower, kitten style. Bad, bad bad decision. I have arthritis in my feet and haven't worn heels in years -- YEARS -- I could hardly walk. My toes hurt me so much last night I thought I was going to cry -- I seem to have arthritis in the joints where my tiny little delicate toes attach to my feet. I figured I would be fine this morning. Again -- WRONG! I can hardly walk -- my right foot hurts so much! I think I will be doing a bit of decluttering with all my heels! That way I can make room for my new orthopedic shoes which I will probably need after this.
Lesson learned. Oh well at least I get to go shoe shopping! That is always fun.
So, anyway, that is what I have been doing. I will post quilt pics when I get a little farther along.
Have a great day!
However, what isn't happening is the lolling around. I am as busy now as I ever have been and for that I am thankful. I don't think I would "loll" very well. I am learning new things (crochet) and I am cooking from scratch -- all.the.time. I am also sewing-- a lot.
So, while I have been away from here for several days, I haven't been sitting still. I have been sewing. I am making a quilt from these fabrics --
Also, coming up at the end of October is Bean's school's answer to Halloween. It is called "Saints and Angels" Day. For pre-k 3 and 4 she was an angel. This year she gets to be a saint. She also got to choose her saint and she chose the obvious -- St. Elizabeth Ann Seton -- her school's namesake. St. Elizabeth Ann Seton appeals to my daughter's interest as she is an American saint, born during the American Revolution era and was originally Episcopalian. So, St. Elizabeth Ann Seton we will be.
And then, the Bean needs some fall dresses for church. I am making this one up out of something -- not sure what. I made a muslin (first time ever) for fit and surprisingly, it fit! So, on I will go.
And cooking -- I am enjoying cooking, for some odd reason, even though my husband doesn't seem to enjoy my cooking -- unless it is bread.
On a somewhat sad, yet humorous note, I have been forced to recognize that I am not a spring chicken anymore which probably means that I should cut my hair because old hens don't wear long hair -- right? Anyway, I had to attend a funeral yesterday. I have lost about 1 1/2 inch in height which means my slacks are too long. I decided to wear some heels of the lower, kitten style. Bad, bad bad decision. I have arthritis in my feet and haven't worn heels in years -- YEARS -- I could hardly walk. My toes hurt me so much last night I thought I was going to cry -- I seem to have arthritis in the joints where my tiny little delicate toes attach to my feet. I figured I would be fine this morning. Again -- WRONG! I can hardly walk -- my right foot hurts so much! I think I will be doing a bit of decluttering with all my heels! That way I can make room for my new orthopedic shoes which I will probably need after this.
Lesson learned. Oh well at least I get to go shoe shopping! That is always fun.
So, anyway, that is what I have been doing. I will post quilt pics when I get a little farther along.
Have a great day!
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Update
Since I haven't been here in a while I thought I should update and explain my absence. I have been spending a good deal of time with health care issues -- by that I mean obsessing and freaking out. I had a ct scan on 9/1 and it showed two very small although enlarged lymph nodes next to my aorta. Three doctors have seen it and nobody can really tell what is going on and none of the radiologists want to do a biopsy because of location. So, I will go in for more scanning. I have been waiting for phone calls to make appointments. All month. Nobody seems to be in a hurry. In the meantime I am trying to stay busy and maintain my sanity. I am not doing particularly well on either task.
I am, however, taking my nervous energy out on a quilt I am hand quilting. I haven't hand quilted anything in a very long time because it hurts my hands. However, I decided to pin this quilt with about a bazillion curved safety pins and I am quilting without a hoop and it hasn't really bothered my hands at all. It is also much easier to manipulate the fabric as well. The quilt is heavy as it is heavy batting and, again a bazillion safety pins but it is going well and I will post photos at a later date.
We are also trying to figure out how to get rid of cable and still meet our media needs. I have put Hubs on that project and I hope it doesn't get the best of him. TV watching is our primary source of entertainment even though it is hugely lacking. However, I am getting tired of our cable packages that include more channels that we don't watch than those we do. So, we are researching HD antennas, TiVO, and all manner of other nifty gadgets for my husband to figure out how to hook up. I figure it keeps his mind working. Hahaha!
Ok, so on that note, I need to get back to the quilt -- I would like to have it finished before the weather gets cold because it is a quilt to be used. More later...
I am, however, taking my nervous energy out on a quilt I am hand quilting. I haven't hand quilted anything in a very long time because it hurts my hands. However, I decided to pin this quilt with about a bazillion curved safety pins and I am quilting without a hoop and it hasn't really bothered my hands at all. It is also much easier to manipulate the fabric as well. The quilt is heavy as it is heavy batting and, again a bazillion safety pins but it is going well and I will post photos at a later date.
We are also trying to figure out how to get rid of cable and still meet our media needs. I have put Hubs on that project and I hope it doesn't get the best of him. TV watching is our primary source of entertainment even though it is hugely lacking. However, I am getting tired of our cable packages that include more channels that we don't watch than those we do. So, we are researching HD antennas, TiVO, and all manner of other nifty gadgets for my husband to figure out how to hook up. I figure it keeps his mind working. Hahaha!
Ok, so on that note, I need to get back to the quilt -- I would like to have it finished before the weather gets cold because it is a quilt to be used. More later...
Monday, August 31, 2015
Pidge
When I was growing up I lived across the street from my cousin, JLSHall. We lived in what was the boom of post-war housing. We lived in small houses that now fit into the "tiny house" spectrum, all being in the 950-1100 sq. ft. range.
The houses in the photo above are not of my street but it could be. The house on the far right looks amazingly like the house I grew up in -- white asbestos shingles, royal blue shutters, the same sort of small front porch but the roof was dark blue. It sort of makes me homesick to look at this photo. My aunt's house was across the street and the color scheme was green.
These houses were built with returning soldiers in mind and with the idea that there would be huge booms in the economy and retail and manufacturing and there was. These houses were full of families -- kids in almost each and every one. However, I assume the builders knew that the houses would be too small for very large families so they placed them on very large lots with room to expand.
We didn't expand and neither did my aunt and uncle. My uncle however did build a rather large pigeon coop toward the back of the lot up against a patio that he put in the middle of the yard. He had lots of pigeons and JLSHall and I loved to play in that coop much to our mother's dismay -- it wasn't all that tidy! My uncle cleaned it out regularly but not as regularly as the pigeons messed it up.
It was great fun to be in that yard at dusk when he would whistle and the pigeons, with their little colored bands on their legs, would line up on the telephone wires and wait.
He would fill the feed, open the door and they would all go home to roost for the night. I loved playing with the bands. They were very colorful and fun to sort.
So, when I saw Pidge for the first time that is what I thought of -- those fun evenings watching Uncle Frank's pigeons. So now, every morning I am on the lookout for Pidge -- and he is usually there.
I don't know much about pidgeons but my husband says it is odd that he is alone, they usually travel in pairs. I don't know where his partner is, or his flock but I do know that I really enjoy looking out the door first thing and seeing him pecking around on the patio or sitting on the fence. He makes me smile.
The houses in the photo above are not of my street but it could be. The house on the far right looks amazingly like the house I grew up in -- white asbestos shingles, royal blue shutters, the same sort of small front porch but the roof was dark blue. It sort of makes me homesick to look at this photo. My aunt's house was across the street and the color scheme was green.
These houses were built with returning soldiers in mind and with the idea that there would be huge booms in the economy and retail and manufacturing and there was. These houses were full of families -- kids in almost each and every one. However, I assume the builders knew that the houses would be too small for very large families so they placed them on very large lots with room to expand.
We didn't expand and neither did my aunt and uncle. My uncle however did build a rather large pigeon coop toward the back of the lot up against a patio that he put in the middle of the yard. He had lots of pigeons and JLSHall and I loved to play in that coop much to our mother's dismay -- it wasn't all that tidy! My uncle cleaned it out regularly but not as regularly as the pigeons messed it up.
It was great fun to be in that yard at dusk when he would whistle and the pigeons, with their little colored bands on their legs, would line up on the telephone wires and wait.
He would fill the feed, open the door and they would all go home to roost for the night. I loved playing with the bands. They were very colorful and fun to sort.
So, when I saw Pidge for the first time that is what I thought of -- those fun evenings watching Uncle Frank's pigeons. So now, every morning I am on the lookout for Pidge -- and he is usually there.
I don't know much about pidgeons but my husband says it is odd that he is alone, they usually travel in pairs. I don't know where his partner is, or his flock but I do know that I really enjoy looking out the door first thing and seeing him pecking around on the patio or sitting on the fence. He makes me smile.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Old Fashioned Living
I know I am getting old. Maybe that old adage "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" is really true. I always thought I was on the cutting edge but now I am not so sure.
I have been reading blogs written by women who enjoy living in a different era. Some do it to the extreme and on purpose, others just don't see any reason to change the way they do things -- "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" sort of mindset.
I have sort of been drifting backward to the days of my youth. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no intention of giving up my electric lights, my indoor plumbing, my television, dishwasher, computer, etc. However, there are some things that we have/do today that I think are detrimental to our health and planet and those things are things I would like to find an alternative for.
I had just about gone "paper-free" in the kitchen although I will never train my family to use cloth napkins rather than paper. However, after a recent eye infection and the yuck factor that comes from that, I went back to paper in the kitchen and the bathrooms.
However, with that said, my sensibilities are sending me right back to regular towels -- I just can't stand the waste of the paper.
Another thing that has gotten my attention lately is plastic -- again. My house is almost plastic free but I do still buy plastic food bags of the zip lock variety. I made a bunch of cookies last week and stored some in a Hefty zipper bag. The next morning I opened the bag and was met with a horrible, toxic plastic smell. Out went the cookies and off I went to buy some glass jars to store leftovers and such in. Last night I was thinking about it and checked the brand and decided that I won't buy Hefty anymore but will continue to buy Ziploc brand. I have never had any problem with Ziploc products but I am going to move toward glass as often as I can.
I was thinking about all the plastic in our homes as I was wrangling a bunch of coat hangers -- wire and plastic alike. Then, my eyes landed on a coat hanger that I have had in my closet forever. It was "made" by my cousin's grandmother who was like another grandmother to me. She lived with my cousin, aunt and uncle and they lived right across the street from me so she was a grandmotherly figure to me as well. She used to sit and cover these coat hangers with strips from old sheeting. She would make them by the dozens. Everybody in the family wanted some.
She would cut worn out sheets into long strips and then use a larks head knot to cover the entire hanger. You can tell they are old because the hanger is much heavier than metal hangers today and the sheeting hasn't fallen apart and these are at least 60 years old. I wish I had more because they are a wonderful alternative to the plastic ones in the closet now. I might have to try my hand at it.
Another thing that has been changed around here are the plastic cups I schlep to school for Bean to have a drink after school in the car. I have a couple of these
but have become increasingly concerned about them. I know they are BPA free but the straw mechanism is complicated and I forget to get them out of the car and I am never sure that I get them clean enough and I don't like the idea of leaving them in a hot car, BPA or no. So, I have made a change from these to these
Yes, Bean will be drinking from a humble mason jar with a BPA free lid adapter and a straw -- straight forward and easy to clean.
And, last but not least, we have a new creature in the back garden. It is the biggest pigeon I have ever seen. He lets the sparrows throw the seed out of the feeder (out of sight here) and then he forages food from the patio. He is huge. He is really gorgeous. Love having him around,
These are the earth shattering, life changing things that have been on my mind this week. Now I guess I will get back to the laundry and sweeping and I am going to try a rice pudding recipe I received yesterday (thank you Mary). I will let you know how it turns out!
I have been reading blogs written by women who enjoy living in a different era. Some do it to the extreme and on purpose, others just don't see any reason to change the way they do things -- "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" sort of mindset.
I have sort of been drifting backward to the days of my youth. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no intention of giving up my electric lights, my indoor plumbing, my television, dishwasher, computer, etc. However, there are some things that we have/do today that I think are detrimental to our health and planet and those things are things I would like to find an alternative for.
I had just about gone "paper-free" in the kitchen although I will never train my family to use cloth napkins rather than paper. However, after a recent eye infection and the yuck factor that comes from that, I went back to paper in the kitchen and the bathrooms.
However, with that said, my sensibilities are sending me right back to regular towels -- I just can't stand the waste of the paper.
Another thing that has gotten my attention lately is plastic -- again. My house is almost plastic free but I do still buy plastic food bags of the zip lock variety. I made a bunch of cookies last week and stored some in a Hefty zipper bag. The next morning I opened the bag and was met with a horrible, toxic plastic smell. Out went the cookies and off I went to buy some glass jars to store leftovers and such in. Last night I was thinking about it and checked the brand and decided that I won't buy Hefty anymore but will continue to buy Ziploc brand. I have never had any problem with Ziploc products but I am going to move toward glass as often as I can.
I was thinking about all the plastic in our homes as I was wrangling a bunch of coat hangers -- wire and plastic alike. Then, my eyes landed on a coat hanger that I have had in my closet forever. It was "made" by my cousin's grandmother who was like another grandmother to me. She lived with my cousin, aunt and uncle and they lived right across the street from me so she was a grandmotherly figure to me as well. She used to sit and cover these coat hangers with strips from old sheeting. She would make them by the dozens. Everybody in the family wanted some.
Another thing that has been changed around here are the plastic cups I schlep to school for Bean to have a drink after school in the car. I have a couple of these
These are the earth shattering, life changing things that have been on my mind this week. Now I guess I will get back to the laundry and sweeping and I am going to try a rice pudding recipe I received yesterday (thank you Mary). I will let you know how it turns out!
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
In the Blink of an Eye
It was Monday. Hubs and I decided to spend the day doing fun things. We went to Northeast Mall, to Sears, to buy a line splitter (I have no clue, don't ask). We went to Cabela's to buy fitover sunglasses (they are lovely). We went to lunch at Chaps (best burgers in the world). We went by my daughter's house to get a pick-up sign for my granddaughter's express line pickup. We were too early so we went for a little ride. It was a lovely, relaxed day.
And then it wasn't.
We were driving south on US 377 and had just gone through the Kroger intersection. We were in the far left hand lane next to the turn lane. We saw the car turn, we heard the explosive impact, we never saw the motorcycle. On impact there were vehicle parts flying into the air. The motorcycle was completely decimated. The car's front end was gone, the driver had lost control and was up on the curb then back on the street and finally came to a stop. As we passed by we could see him -- the motorcycle rider. He was on the pavement. He was young, not very big, lots of dark hair and, on quick review, very broken -- he was gone.
Hubs tried to stop but the traffic was bad and we couldn't. I grabbed my phone and called the police. As we turned the corner to go to Bean's school we saw the police officers who usually monitor the traffic through there (5 schools in close proximity) turn on their sirens and head that way. As we waited for Bean we saw the Careflight helicopters overhead -- two of them. Neither for the motorcycle rider.
There were four people in the car -- all adults. Two were ok and two were taken, by air, to local hospitals in critical condition -- one went immediately into surgery from all accounts. The last report I heard was that they were all expected to be ok. My daughter's neighbor, a fire fighter that was on one of the helicopters, told her the people in the car would be fine but that it was a really awful accident.
They finally released the name of the young man. I searched for a facebook page for him and found it. There he was with his blue motorcycle -- a crotch rocket as they are called. He was very proud of it. It looked to be brand new. Some of the comments were disturbing -- they made mention of his reckless driving. There were comments from his mother about how dangerous and scary it was. There were comments from a girl that I assumed was his girlfriend. I went to her page. The pain was palpable. Today she has posted photos of a makeshift memorial at the site with her laying on the place that his body last rested.
There were calls to the Keller police department last weekend reporting a blue motorcycle driving very fast and popping wheelies on this same road. They have no way of telling if it was the same driver. However, this young man's rate of speed as he made impact with the car was at least, if not greater than, 100 mph. It was 2:30 in the afternoon on a busy street -- the first day of school with lots of buses and parents on their way to pick up children. It is sobering to think that, had he swerved another way or weaved between two different cars, it could have been us as we were that close. As the debris rained down from that clear, blue sky we could hear it hit the ground -- we were close enough to check our car to see if anything had hit it. Physically we, and all those around us, were fine but the emotional impact is unexplainable. I visited the DFW Scanner Facebook page and joined in the convo there and everybody who witnessed this tragedy were shaken and expressing a good deal of distress over watching it. Myself included. My husband was shaken to the point that he went very quiet and was visibly upset.
So, this morning as I read comments from his mother and see his girlfriend's attempts to understand, I have to admit, I don't understand. Looking at this young man's photo -- he is just a baby -- born the year my son graduated high school. He had his whole life ahead and jeopardized it for a thrill.
In the blink of an eye how so many lives were changed. It is life changing to witness a person die -- it was quick -- it was irreversible. The people in the car might be ok physically but what about emotionally. They will always question whether they could have changed something even though they probably never saw the motorcycle bearing down on their car. The witnesses who watched helplessly as this young man left this earth, a broken child -- somebody's child, somebody's special person -- and we wonder why.
Monday started out a really good day.
And then, it wasn't.
And then it wasn't.
We were driving south on US 377 and had just gone through the Kroger intersection. We were in the far left hand lane next to the turn lane. We saw the car turn, we heard the explosive impact, we never saw the motorcycle. On impact there were vehicle parts flying into the air. The motorcycle was completely decimated. The car's front end was gone, the driver had lost control and was up on the curb then back on the street and finally came to a stop. As we passed by we could see him -- the motorcycle rider. He was on the pavement. He was young, not very big, lots of dark hair and, on quick review, very broken -- he was gone.
Hubs tried to stop but the traffic was bad and we couldn't. I grabbed my phone and called the police. As we turned the corner to go to Bean's school we saw the police officers who usually monitor the traffic through there (5 schools in close proximity) turn on their sirens and head that way. As we waited for Bean we saw the Careflight helicopters overhead -- two of them. Neither for the motorcycle rider.
There were four people in the car -- all adults. Two were ok and two were taken, by air, to local hospitals in critical condition -- one went immediately into surgery from all accounts. The last report I heard was that they were all expected to be ok. My daughter's neighbor, a fire fighter that was on one of the helicopters, told her the people in the car would be fine but that it was a really awful accident.
They finally released the name of the young man. I searched for a facebook page for him and found it. There he was with his blue motorcycle -- a crotch rocket as they are called. He was very proud of it. It looked to be brand new. Some of the comments were disturbing -- they made mention of his reckless driving. There were comments from his mother about how dangerous and scary it was. There were comments from a girl that I assumed was his girlfriend. I went to her page. The pain was palpable. Today she has posted photos of a makeshift memorial at the site with her laying on the place that his body last rested.
There were calls to the Keller police department last weekend reporting a blue motorcycle driving very fast and popping wheelies on this same road. They have no way of telling if it was the same driver. However, this young man's rate of speed as he made impact with the car was at least, if not greater than, 100 mph. It was 2:30 in the afternoon on a busy street -- the first day of school with lots of buses and parents on their way to pick up children. It is sobering to think that, had he swerved another way or weaved between two different cars, it could have been us as we were that close. As the debris rained down from that clear, blue sky we could hear it hit the ground -- we were close enough to check our car to see if anything had hit it. Physically we, and all those around us, were fine but the emotional impact is unexplainable. I visited the DFW Scanner Facebook page and joined in the convo there and everybody who witnessed this tragedy were shaken and expressing a good deal of distress over watching it. Myself included. My husband was shaken to the point that he went very quiet and was visibly upset.
So, this morning as I read comments from his mother and see his girlfriend's attempts to understand, I have to admit, I don't understand. Looking at this young man's photo -- he is just a baby -- born the year my son graduated high school. He had his whole life ahead and jeopardized it for a thrill.
In the blink of an eye how so many lives were changed. It is life changing to witness a person die -- it was quick -- it was irreversible. The people in the car might be ok physically but what about emotionally. They will always question whether they could have changed something even though they probably never saw the motorcycle bearing down on their car. The witnesses who watched helplessly as this young man left this earth, a broken child -- somebody's child, somebody's special person -- and we wonder why.
Monday started out a really good day.
And then, it wasn't.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Slow Thursday
Today is starting out to be a slow, relaxing day. We had some rain last night which has lowered our temperature to the mid 60's (F) -- a pleasant relief from the triple digits of the recent past. As I ventured out into the garden to enjoy the respite from the heat I captured a few snaps to share.
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| Not sure the rain is over and isn't that a sad tree in the property behind us? |
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| The remains of the storm from last night |
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| The garden looking pretty good -- thanks Hubs! |
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| The birds are enjoying multiple bathing opportunities -- also still have to plant ot the pots |
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| Baby pears on my non-bearing pear tree |
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| the sky yesterday morning |
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| isn't there an old saying about red skies at morning, sailor take warning? |
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| Lovely wispy zigzaggy pink clouds |
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| one of our resident cardinal couples |
So, my thoughts for today are on doing some batch cooking and beginning a new quilt. Also, maybe starting some autumn cross stitch. We will see how it goes.
Have a wonderful Thursday!
Monday, August 17, 2015
Taking Inventory
I am a coward -- in regards to health care. There is no other way to put it. I am amazed at modern medicine and the advances made therein but when it comes to me, I am chicken. I have been known to skirt the health care issues in the past and that didn't bode well with me so, for the last couple of years, I have made a conscious effort to "put on my big girl panties" and quit acting like a baby and get on with it.
So, this summer, my goal was to get all my chickens in a row, so to speak, to get all the health care issues addressed. So, here is how I have done so far:
1. Dental care -- three small fillings, two crowns re-done -- completed --
everything doing well. Not bad considering that I hadn't been to the dentist
since the chemo.
2. Eyes tested and new glasses -- completed--cataracts right on schedule but not
ready for surgery
3. Mammogram-- ok, this was the scariest thing ever and I am not sure why.
Not the first one but without a doubt terrifying. Completed. Everything is
fine.
4. CT Scan -- upcoming
5. Port removal - yes, please.
So, I seem to be doing well in my attempt to be a functioning adult and quit whining.
In addition to all that good news and organization I leave you with this smile for the day--
Bean's first day of kindergarten! They usually take a first day photo in front of the school but today it was taken at her place in her classroom. She was very excited that she was placed in the room she wanted and was very happy that there is a large selection of books in the reading area of the room. Oh yes, I guess I should add that during the summer, she became a Reading Bean as well! We had all been working with her on her reading but over the summer she just took off and can read whole books all by herself! Her mother is looking forward to a very good year!
So, this summer, my goal was to get all my chickens in a row, so to speak, to get all the health care issues addressed. So, here is how I have done so far:
1. Dental care -- three small fillings, two crowns re-done -- completed --
everything doing well. Not bad considering that I hadn't been to the dentist
since the chemo.
2. Eyes tested and new glasses -- completed--cataracts right on schedule but not
ready for surgery
3. Mammogram-- ok, this was the scariest thing ever and I am not sure why.
Not the first one but without a doubt terrifying. Completed. Everything is
fine.
4. CT Scan -- upcoming
5. Port removal - yes, please.
So, I seem to be doing well in my attempt to be a functioning adult and quit whining.
In addition to all that good news and organization I leave you with this smile for the day--
Bean's first day of kindergarten! They usually take a first day photo in front of the school but today it was taken at her place in her classroom. She was very excited that she was placed in the room she wanted and was very happy that there is a large selection of books in the reading area of the room. Oh yes, I guess I should add that during the summer, she became a Reading Bean as well! We had all been working with her on her reading but over the summer she just took off and can read whole books all by herself! Her mother is looking forward to a very good year!
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Introducing Wolfgang
We have a new addition to the back garden. It is a little gnome that has come to live with Arlo. His name is Wolfgang. Hopefully they will get on well and he will be helpful in the garden.
Wolfgang came from Joann Fabrics where they had a small display of Fairy Garden supplies on sale -- I guess fairy gardens are a "summer thing". I procured him for the hefty price of $1.47. I might go back in a few days and see what else they have. I am not sure how the Hubs feels about me building a fairy garden in all the Asiatic jasmine but he hasn't said anything yet so I am thinking he is ok with it since he is the one that decided that Arlo's new home should be in the boulder.
I am hoping that as summer starts to fade and autumn creeps in Arlo and Wolfgang are cozy in their sturdy, boulder home -- no more trees for Arlo -- he was very upset when the tree fell -- oh my goodness, the things that came out of that little gnome's mouth -- shameful.
So, there you have it -- Arlo and Wolfgang in their new home. Hopefully there will be more additions to the "garden" in the future.
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| Wolfgang holding a flower pot -- yes, it was Bean's job to take him to his new home |
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| Arlo and Wolfgang outside their "door" |
I am hoping that as summer starts to fade and autumn creeps in Arlo and Wolfgang are cozy in their sturdy, boulder home -- no more trees for Arlo -- he was very upset when the tree fell -- oh my goodness, the things that came out of that little gnome's mouth -- shameful.
So, there you have it -- Arlo and Wolfgang in their new home. Hopefully there will be more additions to the "garden" in the future.
Sunday, August 09, 2015
Nantucket Sisters by Nancy Thayer
I don't go to the beach. I don't live near a beach. I do, however, like to read beachy novels. So, when my daughter brought this one home from the library I took a look and decided I would like to read it as well.
It is the story of Maggie, the year-round, non-wealthy, resident of Nantucket. Maggie lives with her mother and brother Ben until her mother marries Thaddeus Ramsdale and they all move to the Ramsdale farm. With this marriage, Maggie and Ben gain a grandmother named Clarice and a lovely step-father in Thaddeus. They have a good life.
It is also the story of Emily Porter. A summer resident swimming in money who also lives in New York in the winter and Florida on occasion. Emily loves Ben.
Emily and Ben have a tumultuous relationship and it is ended by Ben. Emily meets Cameron, has an affair, becomes pregnant, they marry and live in a loveless marriage for five years.
Maggie works as an occasional magazine writer and housekeeper and loves Tyler, Tyler leaves the island and Maggie meets Cameron. They have an affair. Maggie gets pregnant.
I don't think I will say any more. The plot is deliciously twisted, there are a lot of tears, an accident, a near miss, a friendship renewed, a love reunited, a new beginning.
It was a good book, a page turner toward the middle. I enjoyed it and I recommend it.
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