Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ice Cream Date




This past Sunday afternoon, the aromatic oil diffuser did it again. We were literally knocked out within ten minutes of dropping in some Peace and Calm. I slept for nearly three hours upright in a chair while John napped on the sofa. Talk about sleep deprived.
Edited to add: For those who've asked, I first mentioned this item *here.*

When we woke, we decided that, since we were not house captives as is usually the case, we would go to the flea market. While there, I received a call from my grandson via his aunt saying that he wanted to come for a visit. Oh no!

But never fear, I set up a quick ice cream date and asked them to meet us at "the farm" where we'd have ice cream and visit the animals to include a llama who spits. Perfect.

I've never taken my grandson for an ice cream before so was quite interested about his order. It was fast and sure: small chocolate soft serve in a dish with rainbow sprinkles. Oh. Interesting. My daughter ordered a medium half and half (chocolate and vanilla) and I ordered a mocha chip cone as did John.

We sat outside at the picnic tables enjoying our treats and watching rabbits scamper about in their hutches. Sam ate his with careful attention and after a little while, his aunt told him that he had a "jimmy" on his chin. Sam's eyes grew very wide and slowly he asked, "Why do you say that I have Jimmy on my chin?"

Honestly, I just love this age. Language is so interesting not to mention confusing. So what do you call these things?

Monday, August 9, 2010

More Post Cards on Parade

Refrigerator door decorations don't usually make me this happy, but these pretty postcards have a spot front and center and they make me smile whenever I see them. That's all the reason I need to keep them right there.

Four blogging buds have sent a postcard. It all started with Suzanne of At Home with the Farmer's Wife. Then the card from Judy @ My Front Porch. Next was Pat's @ Mille Fiori Favoriti. The last was from Penny @ The Comforts of Home

Do you think that it would be fun to send someone a postcard and get one in return? I've another spare floating about in addition to the two being returned to two gals here. First one who says she wants it, gets it.


Couldn't help myself with the mosaic, its being Monday and all.

I do have a secret reason for gathering postcards. Wanna see?

Photo from Coastal Living

Check out all those pictures (postcards?) above the bed! How's that for a mosaic? I kinda like it. No, I really like it.

Have a great Monday out there...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

He Is the Vine...

All these flowers are on one johnny jump-up plant. Each one is unique and lovely, but obviously they don't exist for very long without being attached to the plant. It reminded me of this verse:

I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. ~John 15:5

Happily, I have recently learned that johnny jump-ups are perennials so I'll be planting them in the garden from their container very soon. This should help them get the proper drainage they require.

This mosaic was the Mosaic Monday dud for last week. Sometimes a dud can become a bit more. Mary is taking a break this week so no mosaic today. ;>

God bless your day and your week.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Update on Nan

Well Blogger is not allowing me to upload my photo or it may be my computer; whichever it is, they are the least of my concerns. 

Thank you so much for all your prayers. If you prayed that I would grow a spine, you'll be happy to know that I did. With steely-eyed resolve, I stared that doctor down and told him that I would not be taking my grandmother home until it was safe. Period.

He said, "This is a hospital, not a nursing home."

He said, "For some families it is all about their loved ones. They have to have them home with them." (This one particularly galled me. He has no idea what this family has gone through to keep Nan with us through some of the darkest possible days and for years. It was only extreme restraint that prevented me from jumping down his throat.)

He said, "There's only so much that I am allowed to do here."

He said, "She needs more pain medication."

I am still fuming about what he said. Guess that this is what medical care in the good old USA has come to. It was NOT this way just one year ago, believe me. Do I think it is a disgrace? You bet I do. Thus begins my letter-writing campaign.

Again, thank you for your comments. They were supportive and helpful after a very long day...seven hours in ER this time. We were not home until after 11 last night. Oh, the primary care physician? He told me to be adamant, but he would not give the orders for her to be admitted either. Yes, it's a fright show, folks. I can't help but think that the medical community is shooting itself in the foot to even comply with these new guidelines.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Kinda Furious Actually...

We are having a rough day...very. It'll probably be a few more rough ones. Nan is scraped and bruised and hurting so much that we can barely touch her plus she is practically paralyzed. Needless to say, I'll catch you on the flip side.  I'm not thinking such happy thoughts now about that doctor who looked all of fourteen. If I ever had to talk to her again, she'd get a piece of my mind that I could ill afford to lose. If anyone should have stayed in the hospital for a few days, it's Nan. We're actually waiting on word from her doctor.

Thank you for all your prayers. We're surely going to need them. I'll be thinking of you all, too.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Shadows and Stuff

After reading this morning's post, you'll say to yourself That Vee doesn't have enough to think about!

Actually, it's a case of having way too much to think about so I'm finding myself slowing down, numbing out, not wanting to ponder things I can not possibly do anything about. Life and death stuff. It's so much bigger than I am capable of thinking on any more.

The weather...shall we discuss it? No, we shall not.

The shadows that the rosemary made upon its own pot? Yes, we shall.




The shadows the flowers make upon the sunny deck? Yup. Who's that bubblehead there?





The shadows in a pot of hot peanut butter fudge? Oh let's do! I may even have to include the recipe...



The reason for the peanut butter fudge? Okay. She's failing to thrive, but she still loves fudge.
Make a batch of *fudge.* Sometimes it's just the thing!

Edited to Add: All this was written and waiting for a few final touches like the fudge recipe. I had to do a major postdate just as I was leaving the house to follow the ambulance into the hospital. The post wasn't one hundred per cent right, don'tcha know. Nan took a big tumble, falling backwards and landing on her tailbone as is her usual way of falling. Thankfully, after a morning and afternoon waiting in the ER, she was given a "clean bill of health." Yeah, right. The doctor asked if I had any other questions or concerns and I said, "I've got so many questions and concerns that you can't begin to address starting with how I'll get this woman in my car and taken home. The last time, my husband had to carry her in." Nice doctor. She ordered an ambulance ride home, too. So here Nan sits watching me type eating her lunch at suppertime.

All in a day's work...

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Mandevilla Progress, Etc.

Thought that you might like to see how far up the trellis the mandevilla has gone. I noticed that it has kept right on going up the garage wall as of this morning. Now if we ever see blooms on all that climbing foliage, I'll be impressed.

My sister made me an offer I shouldn't have refused, but had to. She and her husband have decided to sell their home instead of rent it. All her garden beds are sorely overgrown and she offered me lots of perennials if I wanted to come dig them out. Unfortunately, Nan is really not able to make the drive and I am not able to leave her with John for such an extended length of time. Oh well! What might've been. You may remember my sister's gardens from *this* post.

I did receive this rabbit from her that I named "Johnny Rabbit," which is an old childhood nickname of John's. Seems he had a few pet rabbits and then he went into business, at the tender age of four, selling rabbit poo. He received a quarter for a Quaker's Oats box full. I love to imagine him as cute little entrepreneur.

Anyway, I hope that Johnny Rabbit is serving as a guard of some sort against the groundhogs that still are digging and roaming and eating my plants and driving me foolish. Yes, 'tis true, nearly everything drives me foolish anymore.

Since I'm in the mood for displaying tall and narrow photos, I'll show you another...

I grew tired of seeing all the hooks usually filled there empty so tossed my log cabin birdhouse upon it. Now I may not allow anyone to hang a jacket or sweater there anymore. Yes, that's a vintage medicine chest by the main door. We hang our keys in there; I have my lipstick in there and a bit of perfume; we  also keep the flashlight in there. Soon, I'm planning a makeover on the inside. I'm fine with the outside except for the handle...still looking for the closure style that it had once upon a time.


This is what my garden has come to in the past few weeks.


Something has been munching on just about everything, but doesn't it make for a lacy looking fern? It looks as if I coffee stained it, too. I've been doing a lot of coffee staining lately.

Guess that's all I have saved in my bloggy stash for today. Hope that your Tuesday is going great!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Flea Market Finds and a Cool Tip


Blogdom has slowed to an easy summer morning, hasn't it? I've been visiting so many blogs and finding out so many new things. I have no idea what's going on with Followers or my own list, but I've had great fun. It was labor intensive, though. I found myself wishing that there were an easier way to sign in. I signed myself on to follow my own blog about four times. Yes, I am a bit slow. Anyway, if I've overlooked you, please let me know. I need your help with this one.

This photo needed help, too, so I used my secret arsenal for photo helps. I was getting cat calls from a group of eleven-year-old boys on the knoll behind this tree. They're out there whacking at trees and generally making nuisances of themselves. I finally suggested that they might prefer to go elsewhere to make a racket. They've been here making one for four days straight and my nerves are shot.

These are my flea market finds this week: the two books from the free bin, the tea cup for $2.50 (I've never seen such a good price and then it was reduced another .50 at the register), the little pitcher for .75, which makes it too reasonable to pass by since I am always looking for small ones. Guess that I have a collection now. Lastly, the beautiful table linen, which is about two feet wide and four and a half feet long—$2.00! Not too bad for a total of $4.99.  Now that's cheap mental health!

Okay, I promised you a "cool tip" and  here it is...

See that almost gone drink there? It's about the best thing I've tasted in a very long time and you can find the recipe by clicking Mocha Frappuccino. Tell Leah I sent you!

Now go post something, will ya? ;)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Dear Jane Doe~Mosaic Monday



Dear Jane,

Thank you for walking past our dining room window last Friday evening. It's always fun to have a surprise guest and one as elegant as you is extra special. You took me by such surprise that I nearly forgot all about having a camera. I'm certain that we could have had even more lovely shots (pardon the expression) if I had been more calm about your arrival. My neighbor wants to thank you for not eating her garden and instead eating the maple leaves. Did those red and yellow leaves grab your attention? They're grabbing mine, too, since it's only August 1 and all. It's so not time for autumn yet. Sorry, too, about the noise the camera made. My, but you do run fast!

Take care,

Vee





Mary, thank you for all you do to make Mosaic Monday such fun!

If you've never visited Mary's Mosaic Monday, I hope that you'll do it today. So much beauty and creativity here in Blogdom.

C'ya!

Sunday Morning

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Lovers of the Printed Word

Cozy Corner


FiorΓ© loves a good book


Especially if it's in the sunshine


Sarah prefers a newspaper
also in the sun...


Long ago, July 20, 2009, in a post titled "Sarah Plain and Long" (and often confused with my views on S*arah P*alin) I promised that I would share if these two gals ever learned to get along. They didn't. It's mayhem and bedlam here most days. I'm always grateful when they settle down with some reading material.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Blueberries

My aunt once had a visitor exclaim over a collection, "Oh! You collect cows!"

"No," my aunt replied, "My sister-in-law just thinks that I do."

Berry Apron with Blueberries and Blueberry Scented Candles

That's pretty much how it is with me. My mother (my aunt's sister-in-law) thinks that I collect blueberries. My sister does, too. So I have quite a few blueberry-related items about.

Blueberry Mugs

Now I am not denying that I love blueberries, especially wild Maine ones. If you've never eaten a wild blueberry, you are definitely missing out. Not wanting you to miss out, I'll let you know before this post is over what you can do about it. Heck, I even missed out this season and I live here!
Blueberry Bean Pot

I've never used the blueberry bean pot. Seems like a lot of mixed metaphors there. Anyway, its home is on the second shelf of the telephone table and there I keep it very well. Talk about mixed metaphors! Beans, berries, and now pumpkins?

So this is the message of the day: If you don't have access to wild blueberry fields, you can go to your local grocery and get some of these...



Have a great weekend now...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Summer Days


There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter

Have a great day. I'm off for a few to catch up on promises. ;> Comments are closed. Blessings to you...

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I Feel as if I'm Withering

Yes, I really do. Will you keep reading if I promise that this will not be my usual whine?

When life is circling the drain or feels as if it is, it's so easy to focus on the drain. We all know the story of the storm coming up while the Lord slept and the disciples worried. I'm one of those worrying disciples. And we all know the story of the Lord walking on the water when Peter had the faith to join Him and Peter walked on the water as well — for a minute or two. He got in big trouble fast when he started looking at the drain. That's not in the Word for nothing now is it?

A few days ago, my mother brought Nan a bouquet of wonderful flowers from my sister's garden. Included were a lot of colorful daylilies. As my grandmother sat at the breakfast table yesterday morning, she noted that some of the flower combinations were unlike anything she would ever put together. We had fun looking at them with fresh eyes and imagining God at the workbench of Heaven designing them.

Then we decided to paint following a formula/guideline that A Woman Who Is shared in a post titled "I'm Still Here." Neither Nan or I are artists, but we had fun.

Now this is the thing about withering and I learned it some time ago from Karen who always reaches out in times of stress. Withering and circling the drain is NOT for me. So, I am going to reach a bit further in a couple of ways. First, I'm going to add any blog to my blogroll if you have been reading and commenting here. (This was first learned from Kim at Daisy Cottage.) All you have to do is email me and let me know that you'd like your blog to be included. Please also include the link to your blog. (I'll be letting some go, too. It becomes obvious after a while when bloggers have moved on. I understand. If I "let you go" and you want to be back, just let me know as well.) Now this could take some time, but I'll get there eventually.

This morning, directly after posting, I'll add my followers to this page. And I'm going to visit each and every one and thank him or her and become a follower there, too.  Copying Penny with this one. Edited to Add: Okay, I'm three minutes in or so and I already have concerns. Guess that we'll amend this to read "like-minded" blogs. ;>

These things will be a great way for me to get my eyes off that drain!

Happy Tuesday, my friend!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Postcards

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 upon...click 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


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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 level...you 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...

April~forsythia
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.



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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?

Hi~

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

Chorus:
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

Chorus:
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
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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...

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