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Look Who Just Turned Three

Lucas is one of our six great-grandchildren. In spite of his rough start in life and being diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, he is our sunshine on a rainy day. And to prove the doctors wrong concerning his learning disabilities, he can talk, write his name, draw and name shapes, recite the ABC’s, and mesmerize an audience strumming his play guitar and singing “You Are My Sunshine”. He is truly a God-send to our growing family and teaches us to look on the bright side of life.

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The Great Outdoors

I finally got my butt in gear and actually did some yard work. The air was cool, just the way I like it. And the sun was shining and the wind was blowing and the birds were singing and the butterflies were fluttering. Corona was not in my world yesterday.

Winter does a number on most yards. The trees are naked, the grass is brown, and everything seems more dead than alive. It’s depressing.

So, it was great being outside giving my flowerbeds a much-needed facelift pulling weeds, and trimming bushes and trees. My back didn’t like it. But I did what I set out to do and I’m proud of myself for that. Usually, I try doing half a dozen things at once creating more work for me and my husband. So, he was proud of me, too.

I’m far from being finished, but I’m making headway, at least. A few weeks ago, when I was feeling depressed and fed up with it all, I told my husband that I’d like to do away with the big natural area in the front yard. Then, the sun came out again and I saw things differently and decided that we put too much work into it to tear it all down. It took hours just to line it with the field rocks we collected. It still isn’t the way I want it, and it’s still a lot of upkeep, but I would miss it if it were gone.

I’ve posted a few pictures of the front yard after I finally gave it a little TLC. We still need to pull a few more weeds and put out pine needles. I haven’t done anything down the driveway, yet. I’m waiting for the Azaleas to quit blooming so hubby can cut them all back. They’ve gotten too big for their britches and I have to trim them constantly.

We were young when we created all these natural areas and more able to take care of them. Now, we’re old and hurt in places we never knew we had. So, it’s rough. But, we’re still hanging in there and doing the best we can till we just can’t do it anymore. And if we decide to stay here, we’ll hire someone else to take care of what we can’t. It’ll probably break the bank but that’s better than breaking our backs.

: Left side of the big natural area.

: Left side.

: Left side different angle.

: Right side of the big natural area.

: Right side, different angel.

: Azaleas line the driveway.

: Azaleas in full bloom.

: Front of the house.

: Left side of the walkway in front of the house.

: Along the walkway.

: Hosta.

: Dwarf Nandina. They turn fiery red in the Fall.

: Azaleas and hosta.

: Hosta.

: Hosta

: Natural area at the right of the walkway.

: Natural area to the left of the walkway.

: Trunk of the Bradford tree that is going to be cut down, It’s too close to the house.

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Azaleas, Hosta, Photos, Yard Work

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Our Little Ray of Sunshine

Lucas, our great-grandson, had a rough start in this world, from being born with an enlarged head, a hole in his heart, and respiratory and swallowing problems. Later he developed muscular weakness, preventing him from walking. Just weeks following his birth came a battery of tests ruling out fluid on the brain, autism, and downs syndrome. He’s had physical therapists, speech therapists, and chewing and swallowing therapists. And through it all, he has never lost his beautiful, contagious smile. Lucas will be three next month. He is walking and talking and knows how to spell his name. He may be delayed in some things, but smiling isn’t one of them. He is truly a ray of sunshine wherever he goes and teaches us many, many things about life. We love you, Lucas!

: Mommy’s boy (my granddaughter)

: Happy, happy, happy

: The youngest of his two brothers

: Birthday boy

: Watching cartoons and eating popcorn

: Little big boy

: Sitting outdoors

: Growing up

: Never stops smiling

: Loving on his pup

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Life Ain’t What it’s Cracked Up to be

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Dear Diary,

You’re probably tired of my moaning and groaning by now. Well, get over it! I need to vent.

Today, I’m feeling overwhelmed with everything: The house, the yard, old age . . . life. I’m a prisoner in my own house. Can’t be with my family and friends. Can’t go shopping. Can’t go out and eat. Can’t do anything but sit here and twiddle my thumbs. Well, I used to be able to twiddle my thumbs. They hurt too bad, now.

Anyhow. I took the trash down to the road this morning and to my horror, like an invasion from outer space, clumps of green stuff are taking over the yard. My heart fell out and splattered on the ground. I don’t need this on top of everything else that’s falling apart around here.

Like a bludgeoned, half-dead old dog, I crawled back into the house where I wish I had stayed and let hubby take down the trash. He doesn’t see the stuff I see. He wears blindfolds. Maybe I should.

Life isn’t fun for anyone these days since COVID-19 showed its ugly, sneering face. I’d like to kick it where it really hurts and send it back to hell.

It’s getting past ridiculous, now. Kids are out of school driving their parents nuts. Businesses are closed. People are out of work and getting sick and dying and fighting over toilet paper. You’d think the world was full of crazed animals instead of human beings. Whatever happened to loving your neighbor as yourself and doing unto others as you would have them do unto you?

Anyhow, I just thought I’d fill you in on my little world. This is not my first encounter with feeling overwhelmed and it won’t be my last. I know, that in time, things will get back to normal or at least, better than they are. Till then, I don’t have time to sit here boohooing. I’ve got work to do. Lots and lots of work . . .

: Moss

: Tree roots

: More tree roots

: Trees. Real big trees!

: Dead tree

: Cut back all the bushes and pulled up all the weeds. Making baby steps toward getting caught up.

: Azalea. The red ones are my favorite.

: Leftovers from our house renovation. Off to the dump, they go. Soon, I hope!

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When a Tree Becomes a Monster

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I love trees. And when we moved here, there were none except for a mighty few. So we planted trees. Lots of trees. Everywhere.

Thirty years ago they were just little twigs. Today, they are monsters . . . especially the one planted right beside the house. A Bradford. With giant limbs stretching across our roof and the neighbor’s house and driveway. It’s a nuisance to us and to them. It’s got to come down. In the meantime, Buck is going to cut off as many limbs as he can. But it’s going to take a skilled professional to take it all the way down.

We didn’t plant trees to cut them down. But we were young and dumb and thought all trees were created equal. They’re not. Some trees are better left in the forest, like the Bradford. It may or may not grow in the forest but if it does, that’s where it should stay.

: This is not good.

: Not good at all.

: Really not good. The tree’s bigger than our house and we have little trees growing in the gutters.

: It’s got to come down. SOON!

: It was so little when we planted it.

: It’s a mighty big tree.

: Now it’s way too big.

: Too close for comfort.

So, my advice to anyone wanting to plant trees, do your research and find out what to plant and what not to plant. and trust me, a Bradford is one tree you do not want to plant!

: Bradford’s in all their glory.

: But they are weak and fragile.

: One little ice storm can destroy a Bradford and create a big mess.

: One of four trees down in one day during an ice storm.

: One of four trees down in one day during an ice storm.

: Couldn’t get out the driveway that day. A kind neighbor across the road cut it up for us.

: Another tree down during an ice storm.

: Close up of the tree pinning us in.

: This one came down during a rain storm.

: Same tree, different angle.

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A Little Birdie Told Me . . .

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Matthew 6:26, 27

Hear the birds chirping? See them fluttering from the trees? Can you Sense their happiness and peace of mind?

Birds don’t worry about stuff like coronavirus or running out of toilet paper. They don’t fret over empty shelves at Walmart or starving to death. And they certainly don’t get their feathers ruffled over clutter on the back porch.

Jesus knows what a bunch of worrywarts we humans are. That’s why He tells us to look at the birds of the air and observe how lighthearted and carefree they are. They don’t work for anything. They don’t store up anything. Yet, God takes care of them. (Matthew 6:26)

God reminded me of that again this morning as I sat fretting amongst the clutter on my back porch and wondering what the heck I’m going to do with it. How quickly I forget that God is in control of every little detail of my pitiful life. Nothing happens to me that He doesn’t know and care about. I don’t have to pace the floor biting my nails to the quick. I don’t have to beg and plead. I just have to trust Him.

Yep! That’s what a little birdie told me this beautiful sunny morning while sitting on my cluttered back porch.

I captured a few pictures while sitting with hubby and our two girls on the back porch. Pepper doesn’t mind posing for a snapshot. Bella, on the other hand, refuses to cooperate!

: So much mess. So little room.

: I feel like calling the Goodwill to haul it all off!

: Looks like good firewood!

: I did get rid of the empty boxes that were here yesterday. I couldn’t do that until hubby emptied the truck.

: Pepper can finally get to her chair, now.

: Thanks, mom!

: Sniffing the air.

: What do you see, Miss Priss?

: Hubby’s lost 30 pounds. Now Pepper slides off!

: How’s this pose, mom?

: I know you’re out there! Show your face, squirrel!

: I told you I don’t want my picture taken!

: Hey, Pepper! You know that lizard that got in the house? I think he’s back. He’s missing his tail! Did you do that?

: Come on in here, lizard. I dare you!

: I’ll sit here and wait forever if I have to!

: I know your’re out there. You can’t fool me!

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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: Renovation still in progress

Hubby and I worked our butts off yesterday finishing the master bath. He went to bed at four this morning and I went to bed at six. Crazy, I know. But we got it done without killing each other . . . our tortured bodies are doing it for us.

Call our method slap-hazard, poor planning, totally disorganized and I will have to agree with you. Wholeheartedly. Right now I would win the Nobel Prize for worst house keeper of the year. The dogs are confused, I’ve done lost my mind, and hubby’s ready to leave me for the beach. Where he can sit and fish all day. In peace and quiet. Without a dragon lady breathing fire down his back every second.

It’s been tough on us both. My crack-the-whip, get-er-done temperament clashes with his laid back-what’s-the-rush temperament. He likes procrastinating. I like getting things done. NOW!

So our worlds clash.

No. They collide. They blow up and disintegrate.

I think he’s from Mars. He wishes I’d go there.

He thinks we’re going to live forever. I think we could drop dead any minute.

Seriously. This renovation has brought the devil out in both of us. If we didn’t have a solid forty-seven-year, happy relationship it would be ending in divorce.

Thank goodness, we only have one more room to go, and we’re finished. But, first, we are going to clean up the messes we made and create some sense of order before we tackle that room. The beginning of next month is the plan. In the year 2020. Not 2021. Not 2022. But 2020.

You got that hubby?

Here are some before and after photos of the bathroom we just completed along with the messes we have yet to clean up. Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy ride . . .

: Hubby hard at work

: Removed the old commode. I got the honors of cleaning all the wax off the flange. YUCK!

: Can you believe the hole the contractor made for the toilet?

: Hubby did a great job fixing the hole.

: Our new, clean floor.

: Our new drop-in sink and faucets.

: Our new commode. I wasn’t sure I would like the flusher thing in the middle of the tank cover, but I do. The commode is all in one piece and won’t leak. I like that idea.

: Our new bathroom. YAY! I’m really happy with it. Hubby did a great job laying the floor all by himself.

: My poor bedroom. Where did all that mess come from?

: I’ll be so happy to get this room finished. I’ve been without curtains and living with the majority of this mess for over a year. Ever since we got our new windows installed in October of 2018. How time flies when you’re having fun. Just kidding. There’s been nothing fun about this house renovation. Maybe if we could have taken a long vacation and let someone else do it. But that’s only for the rich and famous.

: Somebody’s behind with folding the laundry.

: Hey! Who put that mess on my dining room table?

: And on my kitchen sink?

: Whoever did this better clean it up!

: Who the heck lives here?

: Nothing is where it’s supposed to be. My whole house is confused!

: Can my back porch get any worse? I’m sure it can, but I hope it doesn’t. Spring is coming. Where are we supposed to sit?

: All this mess needs to get off my porch! NOW!

: I think we’ll bulldoze it down and start over. I want a sun-room, anyhow. But, we’re not going to build it. Oh, no! That’s a job for the pros and that ain’t us.

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Why I Don’t Like Bradford Pear Trees

Bradford’s in all their glory.

We thought it would be cool to line both sides of our driveway with Bradford Pears. They’re beautiful, right? And fast growing and create lots of shade, too.

When we moved here thirty-plus years ago, it was a fairly new development. Farm land, to be exact. Hilly and treeless except for a few cedar trees the developer didn’t bulldoze down. Oh, and several Honey Locust trees with long, sharp thorns. Messy, too. Every time the wind blows, limbs fall all over the ground. But they bloom in the spring and create some shade, so we like them okay. We just have to be careful when we prune them. Those stickers hurt!

But the Bradford is a real beauty and laden with white flowers like cotton balls in the early spring. One of the first to sprout new leaves and one of the last to lose them. Perfect for any yard.

Until rain turns to ice.

Now, we want to have them all cut down, but that will cost a small fortune. No worries, though. From the looks of things, we can just wait and let nature take them down for free.

: Bradford’s in all their glory.

: But they are weak and fragile.

: Couldn’t get out the driveway that day. A kind neighbor across the road cut it up for us.

: Close up of the tree pinning us in.

: If you look closely to the left, you can see the branches of one of the four trees that were down.

: One of four trees down in one day during an ice storm.

: One little ice storm can destroy a Bradford and create a big mess.

: Another tree down during an ice storm.

: One of four trees down in one day during an ice storm.

: Same tree, different angle.

: This one came down during a rain storm.

We’ve planted many trees in the yard over the years: Pin Oaks, Maples, Hybrid Poplars (big mistake. The Poplars grow fast but die young), but the Crepe Myrtles are my favorite. They’re not messy, their leaves are small, they’re easy to prune, and they bloom from early summer to late fall. Very friendly trees. Beautiful, too.

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Digital Art: From Reality to Make Believe

Our plan today is to get the second bathroom finished. That was our plan yesterday. And the day before. But, today we really are going to get the new floor installed. However, hubby did install the new drop in sink and faucets yesterday. Yay!

Today, we have to take out the really old, really low toilet and install the new one after laying the vinyl plank flooring and quarter round. It’s just a small job. We should be done before sundown. But, with this whole renovation thing those small jobs have been more like trying to build a city in one day. So rather than sit and cry, which doesn’t do a bit of good, I create. And dream. And hope for the day when we are finally finished rebuilding our house.

In the meantime, here is a before and after photo of our back yard. The before is what it really is. The after is just a dream.

: Before

: After. It’s easier to dream it than to build it. Cheaper, too.

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Photos: From Hot Mess to Abstract Art

Having BPD (borderline personality disorder), I should avoid stress like the plague. But, instead, I create more stress. Like this house renovation thing. I’ve never been so angry and frustrated and cried so much in my life. But, in spite of my life-long-ugly monkey on my back, I’ve learned to cope. I’ve learned to laugh at myself and to see the funny side of my many painful, not so funny anxiety disorders.

That’s why I create. It makes me happy. And when I’m happy, my dogs are happy. My husband is happy. My whole family is happy.

My before and after photos are my interpretation of the mess we’ve created . The before represents the stress. The after represents the calm.