What Did You Do Sunday?

I would love to be a person who just dials a handy man and says, Here's the problem.  Fix it, please.  Here's the check.  Can't do it and probably will never be able to.  The solution...figure it out yourself, use what you have and fix it.

Due to some rain damage I had a small section on the screen porch that had to be repaired.  Look it over. Make a plan and just do it. This is the underside view after I tore out the rain damaged wood.

The beginning of the solution was cutting a piece of plywood to replace the old board.  Wearing my flip flops of course!!!  Yes, I own a carpenter's pencil, a saw, a drill and a measuring tape but that does not a carpenter make.

Hubby shows up in time to help me rehang the screen door.  Thank goodness!!!

Hubby decides to burn my brush piles...five of them...where I have been trimming fence lines.  I said, Oh, no. He asked, What?  I said I wanted to enjoy the brush piles a while longer so I could tell the work I've done. Hubby just suggested I could make more piles of brush.

I will start over today.

It's Too Hot For Work Outside...

so I am tackling a few inside projects that have been waiting for winter.  I think the triple digit heat qualifies for indoor projects.

What is it, you may ask. A very unusual chair that I've had for years.  It was stored, moved, used, and stored not with kindness.  So Gorilla Glue, a rubber hammer and a lot of elbow grease was used.

I had to steal the pillows from the guys. Well, I actually didn't steal the pillows but did some trading. No recovering needed.  Lemon oil and just general clean up and this will go to the shop.

If I can part with it.  I've been giving it a test run for sturdiness and comfort.  It passed. I'm still loving it as much as I did years ago when I purchased it without cushions. You just don't see many chairs like this.

This N That

Had to borrow a picture from the computer, I am on my Alienware computer, the lean, mean gaming machine and have not connected my pictures from my main computer.  I am currently twisted into a rather uncomfortable position at the end of my bed...wireless is not great here.  I am working or gonna work on solutions to this soon.  It's not a laptop but modified desk top that looks like a laptop...but, man, will it fly!

Monday begins and I'm not sure I'm ready.  Last week was a humdinger  of a week at work.  That's okay, 'cause I have a job and am able to work.

Shop was super busy Saturday so that was good.  Many things moved out and more boxes being unpacked as I type.  How in the world can nine households have accumulated so much stuff??  It's all good stuff but not stuff we need.  I was delighted Saturday when a grandchild was able to find every thing she needed to furnish her grandmother's new room in the nursing home and at a bargain price.  It feels good to supply the needs of others.

I was exhausted Sunday and played the worthless person.  I even took a nap!  I did fit in some laundry and some cooking so even when I'm lazy, I'm not.

Andrew's weekend trip with the Christian athletes was successful as far as I can tell.  Fifteen doesn't talk to the ole granny so much anymore.  He is scheduled to perform at the Music Mountain theater the 17th, gonna play a little Stevie Ray Vaughn music...glad he is branching out.  AC/DC is getting old.

Jake, the middle grandson was sick and Grandma Anna was taking him to a weekend clinic...thank you Grandma.

Sunday was Marcy's, my oldest sister's birthday.  The sister who supplies most of the fantastic pictures, the one who packs my lunch for me,  the one who preserves the garden food and also cares for my youngest grandson for a few hours a day.  I cooked her lunch. What kind of gift do you give someone who is trying to thin their things rather than add to them??  Just a home cooked lunch but she was pleased.

Andrew and Hubbs worked on securing tin on the out buildings that March has ripped loose with her wild winds.

I have decided, I am not a writer, I am a blogger...and that is it.

Couldn't do any of it without the support of all of you.  Thank you.

It's Supposed To Be A Holiday...

Jake's free horse, Johnny, is thrivingl.  Johnny's hooves have been trimmed and he did very well.  Have found out the lineage is Thoroughbred and Paint.  Although a stallion, Johnny demonstrates no bad characterisics. 

They are blending into a wonderful team.

My walls are empty, my paintings are displayed in the shop.  Bev oohs and ahhs, and calls it art.  I call it canvas and paint.  The afternoon was spent putting pieces of shelving units together and creating display areas out of the pieces that fit nothing.  Progress is being made...thanks to Bev.  We hope to open for a sale the week of City Wide Yard Sale.  As we thin generations of accumulated STUFF, we will work toward making the shop what Toni has planned...we really don't know what that will be yet.

Although there is no school today, Andrew has foot ball practice so I am up early to wake the men in time to go.  They had their first game this past week...and won.  I was unable to go...working and it was a two hour drive.  According to Andrew, and he assures me the coaches said it first, if he had not intercepted, we would have lost the game.

The weather has taken a turn here.  The leaves are falling, either from drought or because it's time.  I had windows open, the first time in a very long time and I was looking for an afghan!!!  It is nice to be cool instead of too hot.

The horses and cows are grazing contently.  Although we have been dry, we have had enough moisture to maintain the pastures.  Many farmers have had no second cutting of hay this year...and we are lucky for the first.  Some states have no grass at all with livestock starving.

I have no idea what's on my plate for today.  Whatever it is, I hope I do it well and with an open heart.

This N That

Cousin Jake checking out Evan Zander and Dad. When asked if he wanted to hold his cousin, he said I'm not holding that little rat!

Jake Lee and Andrew Keagan enjoying the beautiful Thanksgiving weather we had. Andrew and Evan, brothers, are Maria's children and Jake is Melissa's. Now I have shown off my grand children, on to other business.

My sister, Marcy, takes all the wonderful photos. She also cooked the wonderful Thanksgiving spread all by herself! Marcy is a retired school teacher and is enjoying her retirement by doing all the things she loves to do...like playing in the dirt.

Beverly, of course, is the workaholic. I do not think I have a picture of her not working. If you will peek behind her you will see me testing the chairs that I brought from the porch. Working hard aren't I?

Marcy, with her talent of finding the unusual pictures along with the beauty, found a nest of dogs on this cold morning. There are four here. They are in their place filled with hay. Top left starting is Cutter, Squigy, Buddy and TP.

I could fill this post with many more pictures but I have decided to save some for another post. Our Thanksgiving was good, surrounded by family and, thanks to Marcy, we all had more than we could eat.

Here's your day was as wonderful as ours!

Too Early Tuesday...

What can I say? I was up too early this morning. About half way through the day I realized it was not Skywatch Tuesday but actually Skywatch Friday. I guess I finally got something done early!

I may call this Wacky Wednesday but it still Tuesday so Too Early Tuesday will have to do.

This is on the dirt road going to our farm.

My day was normal as it could be since I do go out into the public. Don't get me wrong, I love my job or I would not have stayed with it for thirty-four years. It's just every once in a while, there's that one that just makes your day. Need I say more?

I am now counting cats. They are mostly the same color and my husband thought he was seeing the same few over and over. When Den saw this picture on Marcy's porch, he said...never mind, I will not quote what he said. Any way is my near future I must schedule a cat visit to the vet and see if we can't slow this down a little. Cats are good on a farm. They catch rats, mice and other assorted varmints that we really do not want.