Monday, July 26, 2010


Recently, Suzanne (At Home With The Farmer's Wife) suggested that folks could get a postcard from her by just letting her know that one was desired. Cool deal. Mine came a few days ago and gave me the opportunity to send her one in return. John mailed it for me while we were having our day away. Hope that it got that quintessential postmark. I forgot to have him request one. I'm not as rich as Suzanne, but I've got one spare postcard waiting to go somewhere. If you want it, all you have to do is be the first to say so. :D

I should have called this post "Nan's Story" or the "Hospice Story." I'm unwilling to get into details because I don't want to rock the boat as it were. Suffice it to say, M*edicare has very specific guidelines and when an agency is billing M*edicare it must, of course, be careful and above board and follow all directives. Hospice wanted to change some of my grandmother's care and we didn't want it changed. Hence the letting of hospice go. Pretty simple except that it has involved a lot including now paying for the hospital bed and letting the nice little hospital bed table that went with it go. I have just been fighting to keep the mattress. The "bed lady" said, "She doesn't have problems." I said, "Look, Bed Lady, I don't know where you get these ideas because she has every problem in the book. I'll get in touch with her doctor and get it straightened out." If he can't, I'll be finding someone who can! I'm feeling quite irritable and cranky these days.

Nan returned to me weaker than when she left. It's sad to see the ongoing decline. Now I know what my mother means when she says that every time she sees her mother she looks worse than the time before. I used to take that as a comment about my care. It's not. It is what is is...

Okay, back to Suzanne. Honestly, if you need some levity in your life, you must read this blog. Sometimes I howl with laughter. Here's a case in point: Brew for Breakfast. You'll love it!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Island Day~Mosaic Monday

Specifically, B*ailey Island Day

The quilted version

Although it lasted a few short hours, it was wonderful to get away. Beautiful sea. Beautiful sky.

The inscription under the lobsterman statue is this:

Thank you for looking at my mosaics!

Thanks to Mary at Little Red House for hosting this fun weekly event. Have you tried your hand at a mosaic yet? Mary gives all the information you need on her sidebar and it really is a lot of fun. Come join us!

(photos will enlarge even more when clicked once to open in a new window and again to see at the largest size...)

To Know Him More

Oh, I Want to Know You More!

Just the time I feel
that I've been caught
in the mire of self.
Just the time I feel
my mind's been bought
by worldly wealth.

That's when the breeze begins
to blow I know,
the Spirit's Call.
And all my worldly wanderings
just melt into His Love.

Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
To feel Your Heart and know Your Mind,
looking in Your eyes stirs up within me,
cries that say I want to know You
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.

When my daily deeds
ordinarily lose life and song,
my heart begins to bleed,
sensitivity to Him is gone.
I've run the race but set my own pace
and face a shattered soul,
Now the Gentle Arms of Jesus
warm my hunger to be whole.

Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
And I would give my final breath
to know You in Your Death and Ressurrection,
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.

Oh, I want to know You more...

~ Steve Green


If you have the time to listen. (Must turn off playlist at the bottom first.)

Blessings this day and all through the week...

Saturday, July 24, 2010

John's Story

Not wanting you to worry a second longer, I thought I'd better tell John's story.

He told me right away as he arrived dripping, his arm up in the air, and his face gone a bit ashen that he was always told to keep his ar*se behind him when working on any project. He didn't. He decided to hack a small green twig from a bush with his jackknife. Somehow he lost his footing (I'm sure that it was easy to do since he was not following orders and was at an angle.)

At first, he was quite convinced that we could just pull the whole forearm (left) back together. I didn't think so. The wound was bleeding a lot and was quite long and deep. We got it cleaned and wrapped up the best we could, stuck his arm in a plastic bag, and headed for the ER. Have I mentioned how queasy I get when other people are hurt?

The ER did a great job of seeing him quickly the first time around. They bandaged him up and the triage nurse said it looked like inner and outer stitches to her. Then we sat around in the waiting room visiting with other nice folks for two hours until I, observing that John was deep in conversation with another gentleman about the state of current affairs and was unaware that he'd begun to drip on the furniture, went back to the "welcome window" and suggested that they might like to see him now.

After all was said and done, John has six staples that look as if he attacked himself with his own staple gun. No antibiotics, no pain meds, no nothing but "see you in two weeks." I've often called John "numb clean to his elbows" to which he responds, "Is that a nice thing to say to a nice man like me?

Though after he answered the question about pain know the one...on a scale between one and ten, what's your pain level...and he had responded with a "1," I'm pretty convinced that he may actually be numb to his elbows after all. They should have asked me what my pain level was. I'd have said "about an 8." Pounding headache, serious back pain, and great anxiety...

So he's fine. Really. He's just fine. Wants to get right back to ripping and tearing and doing what he loves best. Thanks for your prayers because I'm pretty sure that those staples need to come out before the two weeks is up.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Clouds Rivaled the Views

This was it—our one day away in a year. It was a beautiful day, too. The clouds were as amazing as the views. (This reminds me of a friend who took nothing but cloud photos while in Rome...ha!)

No, no, I have more photos and I will post some the next time I get a chance.

(As for the computer, the modem was fried from a transformer blowing a couple of weeks ago.)

Nan is coming home tomorrow from a two-week stay in respite care. I want two weeks in respite care myself, I'm thinking. (Bet John would like that, too.) We've been terribly busy and John hurt himself, and I've lost Hospice care for Nan so there's a lot going on to talk about over the next few days if I find some time.

Am in fond hopes of visiting you, too. I've missed you.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Computer Woes

Catch you as soon as I make it through my current computer woes. Obviously, the power outtage we had a few weeks ago caused more damage than first thought.

Take care now...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

April – July Posies~Mosaic Monday

Simply documenting the year's posies so far...

May~white bleeding hearts
June~ Bolero lilies
July~ Purple wave petunias

and a few leftovers including ground cover in the center called "Everlasting."

Enjoy the mosaics this week!

Forget to Communicate?

Hebrews 13:16 is such an interesting verse. One can pick it apart or take it on face value. Depending upon which version of the Bible one uses, the meaning can shift a bit.

Today, I want to chat about the King James version because of the word "communication." In other versions, that word often shows up as "share."

But to do good and to communicate forget not: for with such sacrifices God is well pleased. KJV

Ever forget to communicate? I do. All the time. I know. You're shocked. Truth is, communication is one of the first things to go when I'm feeling stressed or tired. I just clam up. Case closed. The end. So I appreciate the King James version if I take it on "face value" (without studying the etymology of the word "communicate") and am reminded not to forget to talk, share, encourage, and communicate. I'm also glad that God knows that it is a "sacrifice" because that's just how I feel about it in times of weariness of body and soul. Let's not forget, too, that even the touch of a hand is communication.

I only have one chalkboard and I've been trying to decide its next message: Communicate, Share or perhaps "Be Sweet" will cover it all.


Blessings to you...

(comments are always closed on Sundays)

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Ice Cream Social

Welcome! It surely has been hot in my corner. How's it been in yours?

We love to enjoy ice cream sodas on the deck and I've been tiring of the root beer variety. You may note that we use "diet" soda. Yes, because we've got to do something to cancel out all those ice cream calories. Otherwise, we'll be prime candidates for this unfortunate Ice Cream Shop name.

Enjoy your cyber tour, and I do hope that you have an ice cream soda in hand!

Thanks to Suzy at Kitchen Bouquet for hosting this year's Ice Cream Social.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Coming to the Ice Cream Social?


Are you joining me for the Ice Cream Social at Suzy's Kitchen Bouquet this weekend? Hope so!

I do believe that I've been heavily influenced by the colors of the daylilies around and about.

Yup, it looks like a creamsicle to me. Please let me know if you're planning to participate as I want to visit you, too!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Mail Caddy Makeover

Curious whether I made it out of the sewing room by noon? No, I did not, but I did move on to other things to include Nan's Nook, the office, and some of the basement.

This is not my craft room, but I thought you might like to see an amazing one at Triple the Scraps in case you were hoping to see mine today.

At least the space is clean enough for me to get my hands on projects that have been piling up. This is a mail caddy idea that I saw somewhere in my blog hopping travels. Unfortunately, I can not remember where. If anyone knows, please tell me so that I can give credit where credit is due. Again, this is not my idea.

As you can see in the before picture, I had already begun doing "something" to my formerly plain wooden caddy. I decided not to get all fussy and just go ahead with the idea as I remembered it.

And here it is all finished or as finished as I plan to do it.

I used the Edwardian Script font as it is so like my own writing... ;)

Speaking of "outgoing" we are outgoing to supper tonight. Yay!

Create a wonderful day for yourself and your family...

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Help! I've Fallen in the Sewing Room and Can't Get Out...

Honestly, if I don't finish up in the sewing room by noon today, I'm going to scream. You'll hear me. Yes, wherever you are.

I did cheat yesterday. Once I found the grosgrain ribbon, I had to make my niece her birthday gift. I'm only about a month late.

Recently Diane Knott did a series of posts about bracelet making. I copied her basic premise without using seashells (I didn't have any.)

Instead of seashells, I used old bits of broken jewelry. Everything, including the clasp to close the bracelet, is vintage with the exception of the grosgrain ribbon. Hope that my niece will like it. She's a titch quirky like her aunt. ;>

Have a great day!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Christmas in July

These are the vintage Christmas tree ornaments that my mother recently gave me. She must have carefully divided her collection between my sister and me because I notice there are missing items.

Specifically, the teapot and the bugle are missing as are an old paper Santa and some angels. This is not a problem; I am just terribly observant some of the time.

These ornaments hung on my great-grandparents' Christmas tree back in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. The tree that went up on Christmas eve and down on Christmas night. Gheesh. All that work for a mere twenty-four hours.

Yesterday evening, I told my mother that even if she were to give me rubies, emeralds, and diamonds, nothing would mean more to me than these faded, paint-peeling ornaments. I also told her that even if she were to give me rubies, emeralds, and diamonds that my house can't take any more so please stop.

Still working on the sewing room. I hate two-day cleaning efforts in one room. It just goes to show the amount of sorting, etc., that needed doing.

Whatever task you're up to, hope that it goes very well!

Create a terrific day...

Monday, July 12, 2010

Bedroom Talk, etc.

No sunshine for two days, which is not a problem because we've needed the rain, that is until taking photos. Sorry about all the shadows and darkness. And looking at all these flowers, etc., I'm seeing the room with new eyes. I'm sure that my hubby would appreciate a less feminine room. New paint would be great, too!

We have some time to ourselves, John and I. My time will be used to clean, clean, clean. There are those who believe that cleaning is a time waster in my situation; I've heard from them. ;D What they may not realize is how close to the edge I get when things are out of order. So putting things back in order is very therapeutic for me. The bedroom came first. Next I'm tackling the sewing room.

And John has wanted/needed time to himself for his own projects at the Ponderosa. He has been quite strapped here helping me with Nan so I know that he'll find this time therapeutic as well.

There's a big part of me that would like to get in the car and get out of town. In moments like this, I remember Ryan Gosling's song "Put Me in the Car." (If you'd like to listen, stop my playlist at the bottom of the page by clicking on the double bars.)

Put Me in the Car

Shadows are my friends
And the light hits my face
And hides behind the clouds
And its institute of grace
And our children warm their beds
With dreams of growing old
But deception has run rampant
And their futures have been mistold

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
And then kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you

Darkness thinks I'm pretty
And the rain covers my soul
But the women think I'm ugly
They care not for hearts of gold
And freedom teaches nothing
If only to create
Lately innocence is jaded
Only preachers hate

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
Then kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again

Then kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I ever asked of you

Yeah oooh...

Yeah oooh ooh oooh...

~Ryan Gosling

Disclaimer: The blogger may not agree with all the words to this song.

Being "put in the car" may not happen. As they say: it is what it is. I'll have to be content for a clean house and a clean yard and a clean garage.

Did anyone guess that this is the mosaic that didn't make the cut for Mosaic Monday? ;)

Enjoy this day...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Summer Scenes~Mosaic Monday

Do these summer weeks just fly by or what?!

1. After a Swim...taken at grands' house

2. Adorable garden shed

3. Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and two Baby Bears...also taken at grands' house

4. Watermelon on Ice...(Yes, you've got keen eyes; I've used this photo before and just this past week.)

Comments are Closed. Always thank you to Mary at Little Red House.

Enjoy visiting all the mosaics on Mosaic Monday. Such variety and creativity!

Who Can Show Us Any Good

Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?"
Let the light of your face shine upon us, O LORD.
~Psalms 4:6

A good word can be found at Esther's Insights and Missing Out is a particularly good word.

Blessings this Sunday and all week through...

photo source

Friday, July 9, 2010

Me Fix; You Like

Honey, look up and grin.Up and grin.

That's right!

The windless looks great, but is it crooked?

Gals, I've discovered that one of the secrets to a happy marriage is finding a man whose philosophy is "me fix; you like." Not sure how much longer this'll last so I'm working it. Wish that Blogger had the same philosophy.

Some of you really do pay attention. Yes, we've passed another anniversary, but we've not celebrated yet. Looking forward to it, too.

Catch you later...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Ocean Day

Welcome to Mosaic Monday...nah, I'm just taking the lazy gal's way out by dropping in a lot of photos (yes, some are duplicates) like this. We had planned to make a trek to the ocean with Nan who loves it so, but she was never able to remember our plans. It was touch and go for a bit this morning, though she eventually decided to grab her opportunity. Yay for my mother, sister and I who were delighted to enjoy the much cooler temps of the oceanside. Nan didn't seem to mind a bit as she wore a hat and covered up with a blanket. (The temps have been hovering right around 100° F.)

This could be nearly any ocean spot along New England's coastline. I'll leave you to wonder...

I have a couple more busy days in my schedule, but Saturday's looking good for stopping by your place so slap the iced tea together because I'll be there to see what you're doing!

A great Thursday to you!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Who Are We Really Anyway?

This is a post about writing a certain kind of blog. Specifically, the kind of blog I write. The kind of blog where a lot about family and life is shared. I talk a lot...too much I've been thinking as I reconsider what direction this blog will take in the future or, for that matter, if it will take any direction at all. On the other side of the coin, I don't talk about many, many things.

Perhaps it is for that reason — the fact that I am so acutely aware of all that I am not saying, all that I won't say, that I forget how much I am discussing. What I do share is enough for some readers to feel as if they know me. And, in fact, I believe that there are those who know me very well indeed. At least to the extent that I allow others to see who I am. To toss another cog into the wheel, I lie a great deal; I call it "poetic license," but the fact of the matter is that unless you know me in "real life," you'd not have a clue what I am lying about. On the other hand, unless one knows the sound of the voice, the subtle expressions that flit across the face, the heart, the mind...well, how well do we really know one another after all?

This goes back decades with me. As a child, I would sometimes ask my mother who I was and she would describe who I was in terms of the place I held in my family. Thankfully, I found my ultimate answer at the age of ten when I discovered myself to be a child of the King, if I wanted to be. I wanted to be and haven't changed my mind since. My entire life is based upon it.

Others have talked about the whos and whats more eloquently and cogently than I. Suzanne discussed it recently on a post titled Anonymity or Not. And I so well remember a beautiful post that Terri at Windlost wrote on this topic. I wish that I could find it again.

What are your thoughts? Oh, and do check out the comments at Suzanne's post. Commenters are always so astute.

Back to regular Blogdom next time...whatever that may be. ;>

A cool Tuesday to you!

Edited to Add: Linds has written so well about this topic today. We must be running on the same track. Her post is titled Different Windows.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Lawnmower Cupcakes

We're just relaxing work of any consequence. Both John and I needed a break. In answer to the lawnmower cupcake question... You can see that I made exactly two lawnmower cupcakes before I turned the cupcakes into flowers-in-the-garden cupcakes. You can see some sweet cupcake/cake ideas right here at Birdie's Little Secrets (or Little Birdie Secrets if one isn't dyslexic), which is where I found this idea. Further, you can see what the lawnmower cupcakes should really look like.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Independence Day~Mosaic Monday

I hope that everyone who celebrates the 4th of July Independence Day had a wonderful day. (Most of my family are off to see the fireworks.)

Please forgive me for not labeling as I usually do. Just consider this a typical American cookout with family and friends, good food, and games. I know that it repeated itself across the country. Sam, my four-year-old grandson thanked me as he left saying, "This has been a very special day." And so it was.

As always, comments are off for Mary's Mosaic Monday. Hope that you enjoy all the wonderful mosiacs!

Saturday, July 3, 2010

4th of July Preparations

We are hosting the family's 4th of July celebration. I love to host. It's a challenge with Nan not feeling so very well, but it's much easier for her to be home. As I've explained to her, we are not going to allow old age and infirmity to dictate whether we gather together. Period. The family is helping, of course. That's what families do.

Both John and I have been quite busy. If hosting, I wanted the steps to be painted...both sets front and side. We've been "spoken to" about our lack of a house number so John set about fixing that.

There! A house number and soon another larger one will be on the garage. This was a set that my sister purchased while she was here. Lucky for me, her house number doesn't match mine so I inherited.

I love astilbes. A lighter pink one hasn't yet bloomed and you can be assured that when it does, I'll be showing it.

This was my best deal of the past few days. I love having a tablecloth for the umbrella table. This one is a fabric, not vinyl, and the best part was that it was on sale for $2 at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. They had lots more and lots of variety. The cashier asked, "You understand that this has a hole in the center? Lots of people bring these back when they realize that." LOL!

Gotta have some bubbly at our party.

Just liked the "new" light on the fence this morning. Made the lobster buoys pop.

I made a teepee for the grands.

I apologize for being a bit ditzy about color coordination. It's not my strong suit. :D Now, I've got to get busy baking lawnmower cupcakes and tossing together a killer potato salad.

Hope that all your preparations are going very well! How are they going?

Friday, July 2, 2010


If you take a trip to M*oosehead Lake, you should get to see a moose.
My daughter did and shared her pictures.  Gotta love days like that.

Enjoy your holiday weekend!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Happy Canada Day!

I had the most delightful surprise a few days ago when the weeds growing in an abandoned pot began blooming. They're not weeds at all, but petunias. Guess that they reseeded themselves from last summer's plant. Works for me

In a moment of serendipity last night, I found "O Canada" in one of my childhood books, specifically "The Bookshelf for Boys and Girls" Volume 4 called "Pictures, Stories, and Music."

O Canada, my country vast and free
Dower'd art thou by Nature lavishly.
All the wealth is thine of stream and hill,
Of forest lake and plain,
Thine the fruitful soil that freemen till
And treasure of the main.
O land beloved, whate'er betide
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide

O Canada, no sordid dream beguiled
Thy pioneers to seek the forest wild
With devoted hearts and purpose pure
Their lives they gave to thee,
That thy broad domain, from foes secure,
Should Freedom's dwelling be.
O land beloved, whate'er betide,
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide,
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide.

O Canada, with boundless faith in thee,
Thy people hail thy glorious destiny.
May the circling years thy pow'r expand,
Thy sway and fame increase;
May loyal sons united stand
For brotherhood and peace.
O land beloved, whate'er betide,
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide,
For home and Empire stand with God thy guide.

I've not heard these words exactly this way; I soon learned that the anthem has undergone a few changes. I rather like these lyrics, though. Anyway, wishing all Canadians a very happy Canada Day!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Tree Wranglers

Soooo, did you guess that the boleros went down because of this man? What? With all the clues that were there, too: sawdust, fallen branches, leaves in the background. Guess that we won't be calling you "Sherlock" any time soon. ;>

We've been chatting about opening up the tree canopy, John and I. Very easy for me since I wouldn't be up and down that ladder 79 times. Nor would I be climbing about in the treetops, swinging ropes, tying off ladders, moving ladders, getting chainsaws up and down ladders, cranking on tree limbs, hauling them away and all the other things that went into opening up our view to the sky.

As our neighbor was on vacation, John thought it a great time to do this knowing that we already had his permission and knowing that if he were home he'd want to help. John prefers to work alone as he feels safer.

Here's the story in mosaic photos...if you can take it. (Yes, John is an expert. People actually pay him to take down trees. I do hope that he'll not be doing this kind of work much longer, though. It's a rough job!)

Did you notice our friendly neighbor up there? No? I just knew that you're not quite ready for detective school. (He had arrived home the day before John started this chore unbeknownst to us. Ha! Some things are just too funny. I could read John's mind as Mr. Friendly Neighbor arrived to help.)

Ahhhh, yes! We can see the vultures wheeling overhead.

A gal's got to have some diversions. There are so many pictures that I took from the house that I'm not showing. I called it my "coward's view." Anyway, my "oh, look at thats" are 1. that tenacious poinsettia that refuses to give up the ghost though it's been tossed over the banking 2. a black butterfly perched on Claudi's hat 3. my *pumpkin muffin* ...when the going gets tough — eat!

There were only three casualties: the fence, the well house, and the boleros. I am praising God that my hubby is on terra firma.

And this is where we began yesterday morning. Only now, what remains of the lilies is right here brightening my kitchen windowsill.

One day soon, I'll share what my opened canopy looks like. Lots more sun and breeze, which is such a relief.

Happy Wednesday to you!