Thursday, June 05, 2014

Apparently

there ARE angels.  After a lonnggggg day in the driver's seat and a very UNhelpful front desk at the local Holiday Inn, this is where I ended up http://www.riverhouse.com/ If you watch the scroll through - I am in a room like that only facing the other way and without the clutter of the sofa as there is a Murphy bed.  All this including a glass of wine at dinner for less than the HI!!

I really don't want to leave - the deck door is open, I can hear the river and my shoulders keep falling out of my ears - it's as if they've been up there for months.  There is a full breakfast waiting but I may make a coffee and sit on the deck in the sun in my pjs until they throw me out.

Go, Angels!!

still breathing

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

heading out

What does it take for someone to post again?  Apparently a road trip.

California here I come.

Still breathing.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Testing....

It's been so long since I was here that "everything" has changed and I don't know my way around.  This could take a while to get used to.

Snow on deck, snow on driveway, snow on highway, Christmas is coming, Juniors are coming to Poppa's, I am excited.

Feels good.

Still breathing

Sunday, January 01, 2012

01-01-2012

Down to a soupbowl of turkey, no stuffing, enough gravy to do one more meal. Random pieces of baking need to be attractively arranged on the Christmas goodies plate that should take care of the rest of the first-footers who are already hours too late but we'd be glad of their company if only to get the shortbreads theSamHill out of here on someone else's hips and thighs.

No snow here - good thing as The Jrs were only one this year and he was here for one sleep before heading back to The Big Smoke and The Job and The Friends Who Are (Thanks Be) Not His Family. We miss him and we miss Freddy-the-Dawg who is eggzackly the right height to clean off the sideboard and the kitchen counters. As F-t-D is well-mannered and as we are used to dogs and vigilance, all was well until some gumball put the bacon paper in the garbage can and left the kitchen. Sadly, as F-t-D was borrowed, he could not be left to enjoy the delights of stolen bacon dripping unlike dogs who have lived in this house and either developed digestive tracts of prodigious capabilities or croaked.

A closet is sorted which resulted in burning my late brother's bank statements. He's been gone 14 years.

Heading home tomorrow to have a pitch through my own closets.

Still breathing.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

His Sister's Wedding Gravel

In my driveway this evening there are 4 yards of mixed gravel chippings and 4 yards of dark mulch. In my driveway tomorrow morning there will be one son and one bobcat (mechanical version) having a lot of fun. The son is here for a few days, the bobcat for only one. There are plans involving chippings and mulch and rock moving. Rakes and shovels have been requested.

I'm not sure whether to stick around tomorrow or not.

Maybe I could get excused to finish painting the Wedding Deck and planting the Wedding Rockery?

Still breathing

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Late Spring

It has been a cold and rainy couple of months - right back to when it stopped being cold and snowy.

The lake is at full pool and there is still a schwackload of melt to come down. We haven't had to move the boats up but we have put one set of blocks under the stretchers and the coach-boat is hauled further up every day. The last time the lake was this high, the old bridge was still across the lake and the cables anchoring the floating part actually had to be lengthened. It was some odd bumping up rather than down. The Sr Boy was working in town and he would provide daily reports at the supper table of the number of wharves newly weighted down with barrels full of water. Sump pumps were considered reasonable Fathers' Day gifts.

I, for one, am not unhappy about this long wet season. The gully is a swale of grasses that come up to my chest and from last year's new deck, I can see where the deer have trailed through and the quail babies have a place safe from the neighbourhood cats. It also means that my slothfulness at getting the planter boxes and buckets planted is not the disaster it could have been: everything is now in and enjoying the cool settling. The two basil plants from the market turned out to be six so now I'm waiting for basil, feta, and tomato salad (but not holding my breath).

Next up is re-filling (and re-filling and re-filling) the green bin. The three I filled this week (mine + 2 neighbours') barely made a dint in the pine needles and the lot below me is a wildfire waiting to happen as its owner doesn't believe in disturbing nature. (She'll be some disturbed if it goes up in smoke and I'll be somewhat more than that!) Seriously considering 'getting someone in' - preferably someone with a big pick-up and a good raking ethic. The Jr Boy was here yesterday with a friend and an empty utility trailer to pick up a bike. Unfortunately, they had a tight time-frame and it didn't include a trip to the dump with a load of yard refuse. Maybe I could get the local fire guys to come over for a practice wildfire burn?

Maybe I could simply keep going at it one hour at a time.

Still breathing.

Monday, June 06, 2011

06/06/11

It's finding a place to hang the wind chime because the carefully crafted screen framework is gone from the south deck (now that I have two new decks, I am reduced to cardinal directions).

It's deciding to scrape and paint the planter boxes even though it is only the paint holding them together because there is no one to build new ones with the same attention to angles and I'm not going to learn how nor buy the necessary equipment this year.

It's the phone calls from friends who notice dates and check in.

It's drinking a lot of soda and tonic instead of gin.

It's staying up too late because the light is longer, later, and the evening air is almost a gossamer embrace.

It's 16 cans to the paint recycling. Which one of us decided that it was ok to hang onto cans of stain rusted shut?

It's thinking/not thinking "five years ago, I was making you a chicken sandwich from the ward frig and I found you some ice cream and apple juice to go with it."

It's trying not to go down.

Still breathing