Tuesday, October 17, 2017


I don't get out much.  That is no secret.  I like being at home.  I have a friend from work who once told me that I needed to get out and have fun every once in a while.  I responded, "What if staying home and watching TV is fun to me?"  It is.  Knitting and Netflix are where it's at.  Every so often, I do leave the house.  I know, it's rare, but it does happen. 

Back in August, I went up to Missouri to watch the eclipse with my friend Peggy.  My choices were, get up early Monday morning, drive four hours, watch the eclipse, and drive four hours back home, or book a hotel room.  I haven't stayed in a hotel in more than 20 years.  Nevertheless, I'd seen the Captain Obvious commercials, so I got on Hotels.com and made a reservation.  I'm telling you, it's so easy nowadays.  You just put in where you want to go, when you want to go there, and the site pulls up every available room in the area.  You pick the one you want, click the "Book This Room" button, enter your credit card info and you're done.  Very simple, very easy. 

I looked at several rooms in that area before finally deciding on the one I stayed in.  It was the Pear Tree Inn in Sikeston, Mo -- about a 20 minute drive from where Peggy lives.

I got up that Sunday morning, August 20th and worked a full 8 hour work day.  I came home, changed clothes, had an "I don't want to go to Missouri!  I want to stay home!" moment, then packed the car and headed to Sikeston.

Other than being caught in a blinding rainstorm just outside of Memphis, I made the 4 hour drive without incident.  Well, other than worrying the whole time that somehow my room wouldn't have been booked --despite receiving multiple confirmation e-mails that the room had indeed been reserved-- and I would get there and not have a place to stay.   I arrived at the hotel to find everything was in order, my room was ready, and the desk clerk welcomed to my home for the next two nights.

My room was on the 4th floor.  It was a very nice room.  Two beds, with lots of pillows.

The little table and chair that they all have but nobody ever seems to sit in -- except that I did.

The large dresser with drawers that nobody ever uses.  Oh, I suppose if you were going to stay for an extended period, you'd unpack and use those drawers, but I never have.

There was just one thing missing.  The mini fridge.  It wasn't there.  I looked under the sink.

I looked in the closet.  I even looked in the bathroom, though why I thought they'd put a mini fridge in the bathroom is beyond me. 

No mini fridge. 

I grumbled and groused, "My room is supposed to have a mini fridge, and I don't have one!  This will be reflected in my review!"  Then, I began to think maybe I'd gotten it wrong.  After all, I'd read the descriptions of several rooms before settling on this one.  Maybe I got them mixed up.  The presence of the ice bucket by the sink seemed to confirm my suspicions, but no, I was sure it was supposed to have a mini fridge.

Oh, well.  It's not like I was going to use it anyway.

I got up the next day, drove to Peggy's house and we watched the eclipse.  I had a great time.  I'm sure Peggy wishes I'd been a bit more sociable, but that was back when we were working 7 days a week.  I was about all sociabled out.  I did thank her for making me get off my booty and drive up there, as I'm sure without her urging, I never would have made the trip.

I went back to my hotel without incident -- other than getting off at the wrong exit, driving around a minute, not recognizing anything, saying "I don't recognize any of this", seeing a mall, and saying, "Oo, a mall!", then remembering I was supposed to get off at exit 67, not 97 and getting back on the highway -- spent a second night, and got up Tuesday to drive back home.  I made one final sweep of the room to make sure I wasn't leaving anything, then paused, leaning against the large dresser with drawers nobody uses, to read over my receipt that a hotel employee had slipped under my door during the night.

That's when I heard it.  A sound.  A familiar sound.  A sound like unto that of a refrigerator compressor kicking on.  I said to myself, "Self, that sounds like a refrigerator compressor kicking on."  Naturally, I did what any red blooded American would do.  I followed the sound, and behind the door in the dresser that looked just like drawers, there it was.  My mini fridge.  And a microwave to boot.

And the only thing I could think at that moment was, "Dang, I could have bought milk!" 

On the other hand, seeing how dusty it is behind that mini fridge, maybe I wouldn't have wanted to use it after all. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Monday Mayhem

My day started way too early this morning when some unknown something flew into the fan of the bedroom air conditioner.  I never did find out what it was, but it made a fearsome racket.  I wasn't going to investigate in the middle of the night, so I just turned the unit off and went back to bed.  Unfortunately, to my dogs, turning off the A/C means it's time to get up.  Needless to say, I didn't get back to sleep.

Sigh, it's been a long day...

So, there I was at work, just a working away, when Supervisor Ronny came over and asked if I'd gotten my chainsaw put back together.  I said no, so he told me how to fix it.  I'd done most of what he told me, except the most important part.  He said to let off on the chain tensioner thingy.  Only he didn't say chain tensioner thingy.  He used the right and proper name for it, but I can't remember what it was.  I knew what he was talking about, though.  He was talking about the chain tensioner thingy.

Part of the problem is, I messed up the...um, I call them guide teeth, they're the things that go down into that groove on the bar thing.  Whatever they're called, they are messed up.

Ronny said I might could file them down, but after seeing how many of them are chewed up like this, I went ahead and used my spare chain.

When I got home, I tried what Ronny had told me about the chain tensioner thingy, and got my chainsaw put back together.  I actually jumped up and squealed, "I did it!"  It's back together, but I haven't tried to use it.  I'm kind of afraid to, now.  It might go flying apart as soon as I start it up. 

My other coworker Edna is very broken up over the loss of Anastasia.  She told me today that we needed to have a memorial service for her.  I'm not sure about a service, but I did go back to my stand and wrote the following:

Ode To An Arachnid Name Anastasia

Her name was Anastasia
She was a friend of mine.
Not, really, but I wanted
To at least say something kind.

Webs she built and bugs she caught
My roses she did guard;
I really wish she'd had the sense
To stay in her own yard.

The kindness of her heart
No one has ever seen;
She quickly volunteered to be
A prop for Halloween.

Her tiny little body
Now rests beneath the trees;
I never will forget that bug--
The one with sixteen knees.  

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Sunday Hymn

I had a different hymn picked out for you today.  I'd already written the post and had it all ready to go.  But things happen.

Back in April, my coworker's baby was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  He put up a valiant fight, but on Tuesday, he lost that battle.  He will be buried on what would have been his first birthday.

With that so fresh on my mind, there is no other hymn I could have given you today.

Little ones to Him belong

Little ones to Him belong... 

But Jesus called them unto him, and said, "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. "  Luke 18:16 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Saturday Stuff

Something about being a homeowner has awakened a long dormant tool-user gene deep within my psyche.   Wandering through Wal-mart, I can't seem to keep out of the hardware department these days.  I spend more time there than in the craft/yarn department, now.  On one such trip, wandering through, browsing the tools, I found this mitre box.  I have no idea what I will do with it, but I wanted it. Since I earn the money and pay the bills around here, I bought it. 

OK, here is my little secret.  I love wood.  I always have.  I love working with it, shaping it, feeling the warmth of it beneath my hands.  It's my hope that once I get some bills paid off and a little money ahead, I'm going to get my shed re-roofed and finished off, then put some woodworking tools out there.   But that's a long way away. And it's just a dream anyway.  Probably won't ever happen. 

Back to the here and now...

I actually have a purpose for this chalk line.  I'm going to hang outside lights this Christmas, and the INTJ in me needs them to be in a straight line.

I got some hooks, and this chalk line can help me make sure they're straight.  Besides, chalk lines are just cool.  Look, it's got a little level, too!

Since the aforementioned long dormant tool-user gene still can't seem to get my chainsaw fixed, I decided to spend the day doing inside stuff.  That is, more cleaning.  You thought the iPhone 5 box I found last week was bad, take a look at this.  

 That's not all.  Take a gander at these: 

Seriously, what kind of pack rat am I that I keep old phone boxes?  Not the phones, mind you, but the boxes they came in!  One of them is a stupid phone, at that!  They're in the trash now, though.  Progress.

After cleaning for a while, I knit another dishcloth for the swap.

While I was taking pictures of it, I took some better ones of the cloths I'd already finished. 

I still haven't gotten them blocked, though.

One of my friends reminded me that she is in that swap, and she does read my blog.  She told me that now she knows what kind of cloth she will get, and I'm like, "Nooo you dooon't!"  If I get her name, I've got something completely different in mind for her.  Bwahahahaha!  We get our partners assigned Monday (not Sunday, like I'd thought yesterday), and I can't wait to see who I've got. 

Back in the day, I used to play a game on Facebook which required me to add people to my friends list.  When the game went belly up, most of those people deleted me (or I deleted them), but there are a couple I kept around.  One such friend is Mary, who lives in Ireland. 

Over the last few weeks, I've had to sit by helplessly and watch Harvey destroy my hometown in Texas.  A couple of weeks later, I had to sit by helplessly and watch my friends in Florida (including Cody's three half sisters) go through the same thing with Irma.  And just a week or so ago, I got to go through it all over again when my uncle and cousins in Alabama got hit by Nate. 

But one thing I never thought I'd have to worry about is my friend in Ireland getting hit by a hurricane, but there she is. 

Sigh, I'm about all hurricaned out for this year.

Glad to see winter coming, and not just because I'm tired of being hot.   

One last thing, Happy 24th Birthday to this young man!

He got that snake for his birthday when he was 12.  It's now 12 years old, so happy birthday Monty, too!

Friday, October 13, 2017

Friday The 13th

My Friday started out like most of my Fridays do --  trying to work on this seemingly endless pile of wood in my back yard.

Seriously, I'm beginning to think it's multiplying while I'm not looking.  I cut, and cut, and cut, but the pile never seems to get any smaller.  After a bit, I came inside for a drink, and one of my cousins reminded me that it is indeed Friday the 13th.  I needed to be working with a machete, not a chainsaw.

I'd been wanting to get rid of all this mess,

so, I went and got said machete and that's exactly what I did. 

I'm telling you, that stuff can take over a yard.  I've already cut it back from blocking my gate twice this year, and it was starting to block it again.  When the spring comes, I'm going to try to keep it mowed down, starting from when it first appears.  Maybe that will kill it off for good. 

When that was done, it was back to chainsawing, until I broke my chainsaw. 

The chain came off.  After several unsuccessful attempts to get it back on, I gave up in frustration and decided I was done cutting wood for a while. 

After a shower, the rest of my day was taken up with knitting.  One of my Facebook groups is having a holiday themed dishcloth swap.  It can be for any holiday -- well, any of the upcoming holidays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, or New Year's Day. 

I completed this one today.  It's hard to see with the variegated yarn, but the pattern is of a Christmas ornament.  Here we see it in its pre-blocked, pre-end woven in state. 

I finished this one a few days ago.  It's a little snowman.  It is also presented in its pre-blocked, pre-end woven in state. 

The group is assigning swap partners Sunday, but I'm pretty sure none of them read this blog, so I doubt I'm ruining the surprise.  Even so, I've got another dishcloth cast on that I won't show until after the swap.  Just in case, you know.

Along about 12:30, the electricity went out.  I'm not sure what was going on, because it wasn't stormy or anything.  Since Anastasia is no longer here to guard my roses, I used that time to cut them back pretty hard.  There was a lot of dead stuff  in there that I cut out, plus I thinned the rest out so sun and air can get in there.  I still have to do the back side -- the part of the fence that is in the back yard.  Maybe I'll get to that tomorrow, since I won't be chainsawing any time soon. 

The rest of the time that the power was out, I sat in the shade in a lawn chair and knit.  It got warm, but it was pleasant in the shade and there was a nice breeze blowing.  I almost hated to see the lights come back on. 

And that, pretty much, was my Friday the 13th. 

Wednesday, October 11, 2017


Squeaky is my cat.

She is old.  She is very old.

Every so often, throughout the day, I check on her to make sure she is still breathing.

Last night, she was asleep on the love seat.  I checked on her one last time before going to bed.  I looked carefully, but didn't see her sides rising and falling in the rhythmic pattern that would indicate breathing.

"Noooo," I thought.

I stroked her head a couple of times to see if that would rouse her, but she didn't move.

"Noooo," I thought.

On impulse, I reached down and took her paw, whereupon she started awake.  I chided her for scaring me so,  "You scared me!  I though you were dead!"

My relief was tempered by the knowledge that sooner rather than later, that story will have a different outcome.  One day, I'll check to see if she is breathing, and she won't be.

One day, I'll stroke her head and she won't feel it.

One day, I'll take her paw, but she won't startle awake.

One day... but not yet.  

Squeaky is my cat. 

She is old.  She is very old. 

And I'm not ready to let her go.  Not yet. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Dear Coworker

No, as a matter of fact, I will not cover for you -- again-- as you leave your work area  --again-- to go to the bathroom -- again -- or the break room -- again -- or to smoke your 15th cigarette of the day. 


Because contrary to what you seem to think, I am not here just to stand in for you.  I do have work of my own to do.  And unlike you, if I don't get my work done, I have to stay late. 

So how about you just stop leaving the line so much, mmmmkay? 

Thank you.

That is all. 

Monday, October 09, 2017

A Sure Sign Of Fall

Now, I know it's Fall.  As if the spider lilies, and the woolly bears, and school starting, and football on TV, and shorter days, and the Harvest Moon, and the Autumnal Equinox weren't enough, I got cut back to 8 hour work days.

That there is a sure sign of Fall if ever there was one. 

What with the promise of cooler weather, I've been trying to work on getting all that old, gloppy paint off my fireplace.  It's not going so well.  I bought a wire brush attachment for my drill and have been trying to use that.  I even put some paint stripper on a section and tried that.  No go.  Next step is to find my belt sander and use some stripping sandpaper to at least get the lumps out.  If that doesn't work, I don't know what I'm going to do.  I guess I'll have to hire a professional to get that gunk off.

Eventually, when I get enough money to get that whole room remodeled, I'm going to have that whole mess pulled down and replaced with smooth bricks.  Then I want to paint them a stone gray and distress them just a bit.  But that'll be a ways down the road.  

While I was trying to use my drill, I noticed it didn't have as much get up and go as it once did.  Time to charge it.  Trouble was, I couldn't find my charger.  I knew it was in the snake/craft/computer/junk room ...somewhere.  As I was tearing up the room looking for it, I was simply astounded at how much junk I had in there.  I mean, I found my iPhone 5 box. 

Not the phone, the box it came in.   The box the phone came in when I bought it 2 1/2 years ago.  Why did I still have it?  I have no idea. 

The tags that were on my gardenias that I bought last spring.  Not this past spring, but last year.

 The gardenias died long ago, but there are the tags.  And how about this?  A bag of popcorn that expired 4 years ago.

Not sure why it was in the computer room, but there it was. 

I went and got a big black garbage bag and tossed all that stuff in there.  I'm going to try to spend a few minutes each day throwing stuff away.  What makes it really bad is when I moved into this house two years ago, I threw away bags and bags and bags of junk and still have so much more cluttering up my house. 

BTW, I eventually did find my drill charger, and drill is now full of energy once more.  

Before I go, let's all observe a moment of silence for my big, giant spider Anastasia.  She wandered into hostile territory and met her untimely demise at the hands of my next door neighbor.

Fair arachnid, we hardly knew ye. 

Sunday, October 08, 2017

Sunday Hymn

If he'd lived today, most Christians would write him off as a hopeless case.  He was a gambler, a drunkard, a brigand, a pirate, and a slave trader.  He was a truly despicable excuse for a human being. 

Fortunately for John Newton  -- and indeed for all of us --  Jesus never writes anyone off as hopeless.

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this:  that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. -- Romans 5:8

It was in the midst of a great storm at sea, when Newton feared for his life, that he cried out to Jesus.  He survived the storm, and became a minister.  He continued to spread the gospel until well into his 80s, when his health began to fail.  It was later in his life that he said,  "My memory is nearly gone; but I remember two things: That I am a great sinner, and that Christ is a great Savior."

While reflecting oh his life, Newton sat down and wrote a poem, which was later set to music.  That poem became one of the most beloved hymns of all.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see!

Friday, October 06, 2017

A Little Behind

When you work 12 hours a day, sometimes for 7 days a week, you tend to get behind on things.  I seem to be behind on everything.  I decided today would be a good day to take a break from running the chainsaw to try to get my bank accounts reconciled.  I hadn't done it since May.  I don't recommend going that long. 

It took some doing, but the account I use most is all caught up.  And I still have money left!  I've got a couple other accounts I'm going to take care of tomorrow, but the hard part is done.

Once I'd finished with that, I took Cody's birthday presents in to mail them, then went on to Wal-mart to get a leaky tire fixed.  While I was waiting, I wandered around the store.  And bought stuff.  Stuff I didn't need.  Which is why they put a service center in that store in the first place. 

So, what did I buy while I was waiting to get my flat tire fixed?  I'll tell you.  I bought a couple more Fall decorations, to add a final touch to my home.  A dish towel to hang over my oven handle so I have a little fall color in my kitchen. 

Yes, my stove is black.  So are my refrigerator and dishwasher.  I wouldn't have chosen those colors, but the previous owner let them go with the house.  When they die, I'll be getting either white or stainless steel -- depending on what I can afford. 

I'd been looking at this for a while, and I thought it'd be just right to fill in that last little dark spot on my book shelf right nicely. 

On impulse, I bought another mum.  I hadn't intended to, but when I saw how many buds it had, I couldn't resist. 

I brought it home and put it into the pot I'd had my other mum in -- the mum I almost killed because I forgot to water it.  I can't wait until all those buds open up.  It ought to be gorgeous! 

Here's the neat thing.  I'd wanted a small shop-vac for a while, now.  I knew I'd seen them at Wal-mart before, but for the life of me, I couldn't find them once I was ready to buy one.  Every time I went in there, I looked all over.  I finally gave up, and found one on Wal-mart.com.  I put it into my shopping cart, but hadn't checked out yet.  I was going to use my savings catcher balance to pay for it, and just hadn't gotten around to transferring the balance to an e gift card.  It's one of those things, I kept saying, "Self, when you get home from work, do that savings catcher thing so you can buy your shop vac," but when I got home, I didn't do it. 

Good thing, because as I was walking around waiting for my tire to get fixed, I turned a corner and there they were. 

That's the exact same one I'd put into my cart online.  I was bummed, though because I got home, and was reading the user manual,.  I'd thought maybe I could use it to vacuum the ashes out of my wood stove.   Alas, you can't use a regular shop vac for ashes.  I did a quick minute of research, thinking I'd just do it anyway, what could it hurt, after all.  For one thing, if you vacuum up a hot coal, you could melt your shop vac.  That would not be good.  Even if you're completely sure the ashes are completely cool, they're still way too fine for a regular vacuum.  They'll pass right through the filter and burn up your motor.  So, no vacuuming ashes.  Back to using a broom and shovel.  Sigh, can't win 'em all. 

On the bright side, I can use it to vacuum out my car without having to lug my full sized vacuum cleaner outside.  If I ever get my shed cleaned out, rebuilt, and get myself some woodworking equipment, I can use it to vacuum up sawdust. 

Baby Addlyn's sweater is almost finished.  I've got to weave in the ends and sew on the buttons, then wash and block it, and it'll be done.

I bought a pack of buttons for it, because I couldn't find my button box.  Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I got home from the store, I remembered where I'd put my button box.   At least now I have a whole bunch of new buttons to put into it. 

Bad news on the Jimmy.  The mechanic said the rat that had built a nest in the engine did more damage than he'd originally thought.  We'd have to put more money into fixing it than we could get out of it selling it, and it wouldn't be worth it.  He's got a buddy who buys old junk vehicles for parts, so he's going to talk to him and see what he can get for it. 

It won't be as much as I'd hoped, but it's my own fault.  I shouldn't have left it sitting in the yard for two years. 

Thursday, October 05, 2017

Shine On

Shine on, Shine on Harvest Moon

It has been a family tradition for as long as I can remember that we would get out and watch the Harvest Moon rise.  It was one of the highlights of Fall.  Sometimes we'd watch the Hunter's Moon rise, but we never missed the Harvest Moon. 

When Cody was little, we would watch the moon rise, then come back inside and drink hot chocolate and eat Harvest Moon Cookies.  They were just giant sugar cookies, but they were still special. 

Even more so, it was the memories that were special.  They still are.

Tonight, I got out for and watched the Harvest Moon rise, for the first time in a long, long time.  I thought of my dad, and I thought of my son.  And for those few moments, they were both with me.

(Not my picture.  I shamelessly swiped it off the Farmer's Almanac page.)

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Big, Giant Spider

*Note:  this post contains NO photographs of spiders.  Arachnophobes may proceed without trepidation.

On the West side of my house there lives a big, giant spider.

She is of the variety called Golden Orb spiders.  As kids, we called them banana spiders, though I don't exactly know why.  The correct, official type name is Golden Orb.  In deference to my friends who are arachnophobic, I will not post a picture of this big, giant spider, but if you really want to see one, you can do so by clicking the  link below.

Link ----->  Golden Orb Spider

I know said spider is a female because she's big.  And giant.  And golden.  And orb-like.  If the spider were a male, he would be tiny, and brown, and small, and spindly, and barely visible, for such is the way of Golden Orb spiders.  Again, refer to the link above.  All that to say, I have a big, giant Golden Orb spider living on the West side of my house.

I've named her Anastasia.

The way I came to discover the big, giant golden Orb spider named Anastasia living on the West side of my house is as follows.

It was the day after I'd discovered my phone line had fallen off the side of my house.  I'd gone out there to try to see how difficult it would be just to hang the cable over an exposed nail to get it out of the way until I can get the AT&T man out to take the whole thing down, since I no longer have a land line, and said cable is no longer necessary.  After carefully examining the cable and nail, I turned around and there she was.  Right in my face. 

She'd built her web from my roses to the side of my house, and somehow, I'd managed to get myself inside the triangle formed by the house, fence, and spiderweb.  See Figure 1.

Figure 1

How I got behind the web without realizing it, I have no idea, since said web was right about eye level.   You'd think I'd...Wait...something is missing in that illustration...Oh, I've got it...there, that's better. See Figure 2.

Figure 2

I had to add my hair.  When Cody was little, he'd always draw a stick thing coming out of my head when he drew pictures of me.  One day, I asked him, "What's that think sticking out of my head?"  He looked at me like it should be obvious, and said, "Your hair!"  All righty, then...

As I was saying, you'd think I'd have gotten a face full of web as I passed it, but I didn't.  Carefully, I extracted myself from behind the web, leaving Anastasia undisturbed, and fled to the relative safety of my house.  As far as I know, she's still there.  Living amongst my roses, which will now be allowed to run wild until they take over the house and yard.  And neighbor's yard.  And the whole world.

This isn't the first time I've had dealings with big, giant spiders.  Back when we lived in our trailer house in my cousin's side yard, we had a big, giant spider that built a web between the back steps and the side of the house.  Cody named that one Jeff.

That October, Cody used his birthday money to buy himself a football.  We had returned from the store, and I was inside the house paying bills or something, I don't remember.  I could hear Cody in the back yard kicking his football around.  Soon, however, things went quiet.  In a moment, I heard the back door open, and a wee, plaintive voice called, "Mama, the big, giant spider has my new football." The aforementioned new football had rolled behind the aforementioned spider's aforementioned web, and guess who got to get it out. Sigh, a mother's love knows no bounds. 

Not even big, giant spiders named Jeff. 

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Tuesday Miscellany

1.  There I was at work, just a working away, when a long time coworker came up to me and said, "Becky, do you remember [So-and-So]?"  Of course I remember So-and-So!  She was my very first group leader many many winters ago.  She'd had to quit due to health concerns, but now she's back working with the cleaning crew.  You know, the ones who come in and clean the bathrooms and offices.  It's a lot less stressful. 

I waved at So-and-So.  She waved at me, and there was squeeing and hugging and "how ya been?"s and "good to see you"s.  It's been a lot of years since I've seen her.  I'm glad she's back.

2.  Lookit!  Do you see what's there?  Rather, do you see what's NOT there? 

I got home just in time to watch the wrecker guy hook Jimmy up and tow him off. 

He had a little trouble with that flat tire, but he eventually got it done, and took Jimmy to the Jimmy hospital.

There he will be fixed up and find a new home.  I finally feel like things are starting to move forward. 

3.  As promised, here is the Addlyn sweater:

4.  I seem to have a new mantra.  For so long, it was "Man, I need a nap."  Nowadays, it seems to have moved on to, "Oh, will this day never end!"  It's gotten so bad, I made up a song:

This is the day that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Some people started living it not knowing what it was
They'll continue living it forever just because
This is the day that never ends...

Now, it's stuck in your head, too.  You're welcome.

5.  I forgot what I was going to put here.  Moving right along...

6.  I'd been ordering all that hurricane relief fundraiser stuff this last month, and it's started coming in.  Somehow, I'd managed to order 4 of the exact same thing.  Not sure how that happened, but there you go. 

7.  Man, I need a nap.

8.  I guess that's it for today.  See you tomorrow. 

Monday, October 02, 2017

The Weekend

I'm starting to get used to these three day weekends.  Kind of makes up for all the 12 hour shifts I worked this year.  The bad thing about it is, I really didn't want to go back to work this morning.

I spent another weekend running the chainsaw.  A few more days like this and I'll be able to add Proficiency With A Chainsaw to my list of marketable skills.  So far, I've got this much wood stacked.  It's kind of hard to tell from the picture, but it is stacked three layers deep. 

I still need to split it, but Mjolnir and Fang can take care of that later.  Right now, I'm just trying to get it out of my yard. I've still got this much left to cut.

That's a lot of firewood.  I still haven't burned up all the wood left by the previous owner, so I should be set for a while. 

I guy I work with said he's going to come help me in exchange for half the wood, but so far, he hasn't shown up.  This morning, I told him the pile is getting smaller and smaller.  Pretty soon, he's going to tell me he's coming to help, and I'm going to say, "I've got it all cut up."

On the other hand, I don't know quite how I'm going to deal with that really big piece in the front.  I noticed Saturday that the chainsaw was starting to get away from me.  Maybe Patrick will finally show up.

The rest of the weekend was spent working on Baby Addlyn's sweater.  I've got half a sleeve left to knit, then just weaving in ends and sewing on buttons.  I had to re-do the first sleeve, because the pattern didn't say how long to make it.  It just said "to desired length".  I have no idea how long baby arms are, so my first attempt made it look like I was knitting for an orangutan.  I ripped it back about an inch, and it looks so better now. 

I'll have pictures tomorrow. 

Maybe one day, something interesting will happen, and I'll actually have something to blog about.  Today, the most exciting thing that happened was I finally sold Slider's old tank.  After six people said they wanted it and didn't show, someone came and got it. 

Now, if the guy will just come and get the Jimmy... 

Sunday, October 01, 2017

Sunday Hymn

Let not conscience make you linger
Nor of fitness fondly dream
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him.

Friday, September 29, 2017

The Plan

A couple of weeks ago, a friend and I made plans to go up to Memphis to the zoo today.  But as the day grew closer, instead of being excited, I found myself dreading the trip.  I kept looking around my house, thinking of all the stuff I needed to get done, and yes, I mentally debated both sides of the issue. 

I've got so much I need to get done, I can't really afford to take a whole day for a zoo trip.
On the other hand, I could use a break -- a day just for fun.

In the end, the work around the house won out.  I went to my friend yesterday and asked her if she would be OK with putting our trip off until late next month, or maybe even into November.  She was not only OK with it, she said it would actually be better for her, because of some personal business she has to take care of.  So, it worked out for the best. 

It would have been a beautiful day to go, though.  Sunny, breezy, and not too warm.  I got out and got some more of that firewood cut up.  That is a job, I'm telling you!  Slowly but surely, I'm getting it done.  However, I'm rapidly getting to the point I'm going to need help.  I have a guy at work that says he'll come help me in exchange for half the wood, but so far, he hasn't shown up.  I told him earlier this week that the longer he waits, the more I cut by myself, and the more I keep. 

Oh, by the way, chainsaws work much better when you sharpen the chain every once in a while.

Also, you'll all be very thrilled to know that I cleaned off my car port.  See, there's been this pile of junk that's been sitting there since I moved in.  Every so often, I look at that pile of junk and tell myself, "Self, you really need to clean up that pile of junk."  But I don't.  Well, today I did.  No more pile of junk!  Yay, me!

The other thing I accomplished was to finish putting out my Fall decorations, and move the box back out to the shed.

That's about all I'm going to do for this year.  A few nicknacks on my Mammaw's ...um, whatever this is.

Even though it's kind of early, I put out the pilgrims, too

 This afternoon, the guy came back to see if he could get the old Jimmy started.  However, when he popped the hood, he discovered a rat had built a nest in the engine.  He's going to bring his wrecker and haul Jimmy down to his shop to fix it up, then sell it.  I'll be so glad to finally get that thing out of my yard!

Between getting rid of the Jimmy, the concrete, and the pile of wood, I'll finally have a yard again. 

I finally broke down and subscribed to HULU Plus.  I was thinking if I could watch The Big Bang Theory and NCIS on it, I could cut off my cable altogether.  Alas, they don't have those shows.  However, they do have Major Dad, and that right there is worth the price of admission.  

I know what I'll be doing the rest of the weekend...after I cut some more firewood in the morning. 

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Thursday Ramblings

Before I begin tonight's post, I'd ask you all to take a moment to remember my friend Vanessa.  She lost her mom today.  They were very close.  She told me once, "I don't know what I'd do without my Mama."  This is going to be very, very difficult for her. 

Now, on to my regularly scheduled post. 

It was another one of those days at work.  I got there bright and early, and something was wrong with the computer system.  I'm not sure what was going on.  I hoped it would be enough that they would send us home, but no such luck.  I won't go into all the gory details, but safe to say, it wasn't an easy day.  Tubing was so far behind, and that made us get behind, and it was pretty much that way all day long. 

But just as all good things come to an end, so also do all bad things, and once again, I am free until Monday. 

Good news, I was out mowing my front yard this evening, when my next door neighbor pulled into my driveway.  He is an auto mechanic.  He asked me if I wanted to sell that old Jimmy that is, yes, still sitting in my yard.  We chatted a moment, and I told him I'd thought about advertising it in one of the local Facebook groups, but I just didn't want to deal with people.  I didn't want to have to try to explain what all is wrong with the Jimmy, and try to make arrangements for someone to come look at it, then they don't show up, etc. etc.

I'm trying to sell Slider's old tank and stand.  I've had four people say they wanted it, but not one has showed up yet.  That kind of stuff...

Back to Jimmy...Mack, my neighbor, said he'll come look at it tomorrow at lunch and see what it'll take to fix it up and sell it.  I told him what I was hoping to get for it, which is actually lower than KBB value, and he said he thinks he can get it for me.  I hope so, but mostly I'm just ready to get it out of my yard.  So, yay. 

My cat Squeaky is getting old.  She'll be 17 in January.  She doesn't like to jump much any more, so she mostly sleeps on the floor.  On a whim, I bought her a cat bed, thinking it might be more comfortable for her. 

I've showed it to her a couple of times, but she just jumped right out of it.  Maybe she'll get used to it and use it when it starts getting colder. 

On the other hand, if she pees on it, I'm going to be irate. 

Good thing it's machine washable. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Fall Slowdown

Yesterday, Group Leader told me to start coming in at 6:00 AM instead of 5:00.   It's that time of year again.  Peak season is drawing to a close, work is slowing down, and they're starting to cut out overtime.  This morning, Supervisor told me that Production Superintendent had wanted all the overtime cut out, but Supervisor plead our case.  "I've got to have my sub-brazers coming in early!" he said.  So, I still get a little bit of overtime. 

The good thing is, I can sleep until 4:30 instead of getting up at 3:30.  The bad news is, I just stayed up an hour later last night, so it didn't really help.  Eh, can't win 'em all. 

The other good news is, I've already gotten a lot of my Christmas shopping done. Remember all that Harvey relief stuff I ordered a few weeks ago?  It's all starting to arrive, now.  I've got to make out a list of who all I give presents to, and see who gets what, and who I still need to buy for.  But I've got a good head start.

I've got a good head start on my Christmas cards, too.  They're all signed and sealed with sealing wax.  I'll just need to address and mail them.  I wish I'd waited, because I just bought this one.

Here is what the stamp looks like:

Yes, I did a practice stamp on Rylea's annual vaccination reminder. Which I still need to get done.  What has gotten done is some knitting.  It's hard to see what this is, but it's the start of another sweater for Addlyn.

This one is 0 - 6 month size, and it looks like it will fit much better.  The best part about it is it is totally seamless.  I do have to pick up for the sleeves, but that's so much easier than seaming.

I think I'm about done with my fall decorating. 

I have a few more things to hang up on the walls, but for the most part, this is it.

This little pot of fake flowers is new.  The end table looked just a little too bare, so I got something to put on it.

The stuff around the bottom is actually a candle ring that I got a year or two ago.  I set the little pot down into it instead of a candle, and I think it looks very nice. 

There was something else I was going to tell you, but right now, I can't remember what it was.  I'm taking that as a sign that it's time for bed.



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