Our GrandDolly Came to Visit!!


Our granddaughter is almost 9 months old and creeping everywhere so it’s loads of fun and lots of aerobic workout when she comes to visit. Sweet Baboo and I took her out for a walk in her stroller tonight — 10 minutes into the walk and she’s sound asleep. We are just patheticJosie and Ed grandparents — she’s our first — even when she presents us with a dirty diaper, we act like it’s the second coming!! We’re just so in love with her — it doesn’t hurt that she has a fabulous personality and is cuter than a bug’s ear. Did I mention how pathetic we are? Because we really are! We are lucky that we get to see her quite often — our daughter and her husband live only about 3 minutes from us. My daughter has great memories of her grandmother and I have such great memories of my grandmother — I will do my best that Josie will have fond memories of me and Grampy. It’s such a different relationship with a grandchild. I was told this time and again before Josie was born, and I just couldn’t get my head around it, but it is definitely true. I seem to be able to enjoy her so much more than I was my own daughter — of course, my life has come about 180 degrees from what it was 30 years ago and it’s amazing how much better everything in general looks when you have enough money, a decent house to live in, and no child worries. So, we get down on the floor and chase each other up and down the hall and just in general, act like mushes with her, which of course we are! This is a cute pic of Josie and Ed (Sweet Baboo) and it’s clickable if you would like to see it full size.


Digging in the dirt — part II


It’s now 12:14 AM on the east coast and I am wide awake because I can’t find a comfortable position to sleep in bed. Or on the couch. Or on the floor. So I’ve been on my computer, drinking some hot cocoa with crackers and peanut butter and doing the one thing that soothes my soul when I can’t sleep — cleaning out my bookmarks.

Isn’t that the most insane thing you’ve ever heard? It’s just so strange — there’s just something about rearranging and deleting and putting them all into order that calms my mind down.

Of course, it’s not just my mind that is chaotic tonight. I spent four hours today pulling weeds,weeds moving plants, planting seedlings and the pièce de résistance — cut a monster Yucca plant out of the ground. Does anybody have any ideas how to get the root completely out without digging halfway to China? And what is my reward for all of my hard work? My body is blasting me with the drum solo of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (the name of which was supposed to be In the Garden of Venus). If you aren’t familiar with this song (the aforementioned drum solo is about 9 minutes long — very edgy for the late sixties) check out Wikipedia here for a little more background.

That was a nice little side trip, but where was I — oh, yeah cleaning out the bookmarks. So that’s doing violetswonders for my head and I’m hoping that the Tylenol PM that I took will do wonders for my muscles. I posted a story about Sweet Baboo earlier where he couldn’t stand to throw out living plants. We are reaping the “benefits” of his actions now. He did a lot of replanting of violets a few years ago and they have now pretty much taken over every square inch of dirt that is not already occupied by leafy spurge. I don’t think that they are classified as weeds, but they are as hard to eradicate as weeds.

I’ve also done a bit more sewing and cutting for my niece’s baby quilt. The pattern that I’m making is Yellow Brick Road — will post a pic soon. She’s due in August and her mother is having a “Blessing Way” ceremony for her, at her daughter’s request. Not familiar with that term? Neither were my sister and I. Thank goodness for the internet. Briefly, it is a Navajo ceremony where the emphasis is on celebrating the mother to be’s rite of passage into motherhood. It’s really quite interesting and much more spiritual than the usual baby shower — not to mention much less commercial. Any gifts that are brought are to be handmade and to pamper the mother rather than for the baby. Click here if you would like to know more about it.

Digging in the dirt, part I


Sweet Baboo and I spent the better part of today weeding, rototilling, weeding, planting, weeding, watering — did I mention that we weeded? The reason that the weeding is so out ofHouse control is that I haven’t been able to weed effectively for about 3 years. I have arthritis in my right thumb — and pulling on weeds really infurates it. So this past March, I bit the bullet and had 2 cortisone injections — it seems to have helped at least enough to be able to assist in the gardening chores. I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow, but at my age, I’m always sore tomorrow, no matter the activity. We have a rock retaining wall in the front of our house and have hosta and daylilies planted in front of it that needed a bit of cleaning up, plus a couple of wild rose bush thingys that I have just decided I don’t like anymore — they were already there when we moved in. The picture above is actually 4 or 5 years old — that lattice stuff around the deck is gone, plus we put on a new roof and painted the shutters. Click on the picture to see it full size. Once we get in front of the wall done, I will post another pic.

Leafy SpurgeI might have mentioned earlier that the prior owners got alot of their plants from roadsides, wooded areas, etc. One of the pests that we have had to contend with for the past 12 years is leafy spurge aka wolf’s milk. I hate this weed so much that it aggravates me to capitalize the name, so I don’t. It’s extremely invasive and just about impossible to get rid of because it can regenerate from the tiniest bit of root. It also leaks this sticky, smelly white sap stuff when you break the stalk. If you would like to read more about it, click here — this is a website in Iowa that lists invasive species of plants. There are alot on that list that we have here in CT, Leafy Spurge being at the top of my list. If you ever see this stuff on the side of the road, leave it there. Nothing good can come from this weed!!

And just in case you were wondering…..


……I seem to be having a problem deciding on a theme. What seems good one day just leaves me flat the next. For now, I like this one. But I can’t guarantee it for the future. So if it seems that the theme has changed since the last time you saw it, it probably has. I have this same  problem choosing fabric for a quilt, too. I’ve been known to buy fabric, get it home, look at it several times and decide that it’s not exactly right. I get this vision in my head of what I want to do and can’t rest until it’s exactly what I envision. I tell you, it can get very annoying!!

Never argue with a woman who can read


I just love this little blurb and thought I would share it.

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors,and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am. What are you doing?”

“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that obvious?”)

“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.

“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”

“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.

“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.

“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”

“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.

Sunday Scribblings #61 Simple


I added the word “pleasures” to the topic simple. I hope that’s allowed!!

  • Clean sheets dried on the clothesline
  • How my heels feel smooth after using a pumice stone
  • Quiet
  • Filtered sunshine
  • Seeing the Milky Way while laying in the cool grass
  • A cooling breeze
  • Newborn kitties
  • Baby puppies and their tuna breath
  • Finishing a great book
  • A clutter-free room
  • Cut flowers in a mayonnaise jar
  • Rain on the roof
  • Daydreaming while gardening
  • Babbling at my granddolly
  • Hearing her babble back
  • Hugs from Sweet Baboo

May I rant against inconsiderate people??


Please allow me this indulgence.

I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I work for an optometric practice. My job is to make the various appointments for the patients and keep the doctor’s schedules flowing properly. I sit beside another young lady who checks each patient in when they come in for an appointment. We take turns answering the phones.

The calls that we take are not always for appointments. We also get other calls — are my glasses/contact lenses/paperwork/records ready to be picked up? Why aren’t you open on Mondays (or Sundays or every night of the week until 8:00) Why can’t I have an appointment at 8:30 at night? (My favorite is the person who calls and says “yeah, you called me? — I can’t tell you how much we hate Caller ID) We are the first people to speak with them. We try to help as many people as we can and will always try to find out the answers for each person. Most people are understanding and are thankful that we tried to help. However, there are some patients that call with a chip on their shoulder, who has decided before the phone is even picked up or has been greeted at the desk that they are right and we, by God, are wrong so they are entitled to take out their displeasure on us. In spite of our attempts to help, we have had people swear and cuss at us, telling us how incompetent, ignorant, stupid we are — miraculously, they are the most friendly people when the person that does have the answers appears. Suddenly, everything is kittens and puppies and rainbows!!

I wonder how many of these folks have ever had a relative work in a position such as ours? Or possibly as a waitress or waiter or at a check out in a grocery store. Mean people unleash their venom at people that they know can’t say anything back. As far as I am concerned, they are truly cowards. These cowards don’t seem to realize that we are people with feelings doing the best we can with what we have — and that they are people without any manners or patience or grace. I will ask you to do this — the next time that you are standing in line at a grocery store and thinking black thoughts for whatever reason, please give a kind thought to your check out person. There’s no way to tell how many people have dumped on them today — please try to not add to it. Thank you!!