Monday, September 18, 2017

It's About Time!

It had an awkward shelf that was difficult to use and interfered with the dryer door.
Once I painted the drawers and two cabinet doors, I knew I had made the right decision with paining it all white. 
Just that little bit of white made it feel bigger.
And that's how it sat...hamper doors in the garage and no more paint....until last week.
Four and a half years.
A half finished project that I see every day.
I think the hanging of the tall doors and new knobs scared me to continue. 
But I finally decided enough was enough.
I went back to the drawing board on the knobs and found a happy medium with white and chrome no more re-drilling.
I fine tuned the hanger situation....and have them hidden from sight now.
I  have a tension rod in front of the window to hang- dry things....BUT the rod is white and clothes will not hang there like one's own personal closet.
I still need to get a solid piece of wood to set above the washer and dryer, flush to the walls to keep things from falling behind and I still want to make the clothespin light. 
And fix a wonky hinge.
But...I'm happy now.
At least for another 4 1/2 years!

 I will say...that this project I did way back when it still my favorite. 
It is easy to use. put of the way, and I have a visual of what wrapping paper I have on hand.
No more buying a roll just because I can't remember.

Onward....what's next?

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Sunday Truism

Fishing is much more than fish.
It is the great occasion when we may return to the fine simplicity of our forefathers.
~ Herbert Hoover

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Memories of a Dangerous Cereal

Some childhood memories confound me.
Like Bobby Goldsboro and Rice Krispies.
And either Mike Douglas or Merv Griffin.
How do  I vividly remember an interview with the mustached singer sharing tale of himself cutting his toe on a breakfast cereal.
Might have been my mom's laughing fit following his confession that made it memorable.
But seriously... I could not have been more than 10 and I yet I can't remember where I left my coffee cup 10 minutes ago.
Whatever the reason, I thing of Bobby Goldsboro every time this happens.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Still True

I wrote this post was written 6 years ago.
But I believe it bears repeating.
We came together as a nation in the midst of an attack.
An attack that hit us at our very core of being Americans.
And I believe, be must NEVER forget.
What we felt.
What we saw.
What it meant.
And how we reacted.

Lollipop Pop came home from school yesterday (high school) and had watched "The Falling Man"
The class took notes and then discussed it together.
It told the story of a man who had jumped from the North Tower 10 years ago.
A Canadian reporter had been assigned to find out who this man was.
By using clues from photos, he discovered the man's identity and spoke with his family.
My initial response was that of a mother wanting to protect her child from all the ugliness in the world.
We have talked over the years about the attack on our country and what that meant, but never got into the nitty gritty.
She (as well as Shaggy) have been fortunate enough to visit Ground Zero, but I fear I tried to keep the personal devastation so many people felt, from her.
I was wrong.
She is by far old enough to hear these stories and in doing so, she will also be reminded of the amazing strength and pride that this great country is blessed with.
As the 10th anniversary of this horrific event approaches, I will be glued to the television watching the documentaries and remembrances as we honor those who died and the families left behind...
I will do so with my family.
Even though we did not lose anyone personally on this day, we did lose part of our American Family. This song has been a favorite for years, but I had not seen the video until now.

Regardless what your political beliefs are, this video speaks to us all as Americans.
We must not forget what we felt that day and what was done to us as a nation.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Sunday Truism

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.

~Irish Blessing

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Heart Imprints

As I go through life, I recognize there are people who enter my life and leave imprints on my heart that last forever.
One of those men passed away earlier this week.
Mr. Erwin was  a favorite principal in town for oodles and oodles of students and co workers for many years. 
I first met him when I was in high school with his son.
Mr. Erwin was very active  in our band and became a friend.
His sense of humor was infectious and he never let me forget that I actually thought the name of the airline that would take us to Europe was "Podunk Airlines".
Yes, I was gullible.
Mr. Erwin and his wife Harriet raised three children and as Harriet grew ill with a very long and debilitating illness, he stood by her side in his mind, body and soul.

As I grew older, I learned that he was a true man of God and that that fact is what held him up in trying times. 
His eloquent and loving words he spoke at Harriet's funeral several years ago were beyond moving.
I would run into Mr. Erwin around town and he always had time to chat.
To ask about my family.
His interest in others never waivered and it was not an act.
It was genuine.
He adored his children and grandchildren as well.
And then, he found love again and remarried.
I think that made all that knew him happy.
This is the photo that accompanied his obituary.
It made me smile.
His pure goodness, kindness and humor radiates through his face.
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I pray that Don's children, grandchildren and wife feel the outpouring of love toward them from all who knew him.
He will never be forgotten.
He impacted too many people.

Friday, September 8, 2017

A Mindless Craft

Last week, I was in need of a mindless craft. 
Something to occupy my hands that didn't take much brain power.
Years ago, I made a wreath from push pins, but it had tarnished and seen better days.
I decided that a new one would be just the ticket.
I hightailed it to the Dollar Store for a wreath form and pins.
  I realized halfway through the process, I needed three more boxes...for a total of six.

I began by overlapping one row of pins into the form and voila!
A pretty and different piece of d├ęcor.