Thursday, March 23, 2017

Super Son

I thought I heard a soft knock- nope, guess not.
Then text from son saying 
Happy Washing Machine day!
Ben knew I was a little down about having to
buy a new washer last weekend on top of all
the expense of the yard re-do.
I took a pic of new washer and texted it back.
The next text said did you get your package?

I SPRINTED to the door because the last time
he did that, he was standing on the other side of the door.

This time, no Ben, but there was this from Amazon.
2 hour delivery- amazing!

I never splurge on quality ice cream
and NEVER Tide due to cost so, 
what a treat and what a 
Super Son!

I am so bloomin' blessed 
with these kids,
it helps me deal with all the other crapola.

Tomorrow begins the installation of nearly
 40 plants including a couple trees,
and my new brick patio and pergola. 
Many, many issues popped up but
we worked through them all.

It is NOT how they wanted it to be,
nor how I planned it to be,
it IS close to what I wanted, 
and it will do.

I have never had the luxury of just doing
anything exactly as originally planned or wished for.
I always have to start with what is affordable
and I work backwards from there.

( when we last visited)

SO smaller patio,
different design of plants,
fingers double crossed and 
eating ramen next couple months.

Reveal next week, I hope.

Enjoy your spring


Sunday, March 19, 2017

I Put My Bra On

Thought I would Honor 
my Mom's Birthday today by doing this again,
posted 3/19/2013
posted 3/19/2015
so once more with feeling, 
or third time's the charm,
and I still hate bras.

I put my bra on this morning,
so I had every intention of getting a lot of work done.
Doesn't everyone gauge their day by their undergarments?

I suppose I have a weird relationship 
with bras harking back to my first weeks of nursing.
Sending your hesitant but determined husband
 out to a specialty store for the "well developed"
in downtown Vegas, serving the 
uh.."specialty girls",
two days after delivery of your first born is 
challenging and hilarious.

Imagine him standing in the store,
explaining that no "regular"nursing bras I had
purchased pre-birth were even remotely large enough.
With the clerk hollering out directions, 
I have the phone perched in the
crook of my shoulder while measuring beneath, across,
up, down and around to aid the store in selecting the
over the shoulder boulder holder required
to hoist and rein in those babies;
a 44 EEE did the trick...
scaffolding required
prior size 36 B

No one is normally able to write their name
with breast milk, 
in cursive,
on the bathroom mirror, 
at a distance of 3 feet,
are they?
Picture grasping in both hands an unruly garden hose.

...and because some of you have just asked "why?"
He had made some snarky remark about them 
"not being that humongous"
and post birth hormones got the best of me, 
and yes, I did aim just to the left, 
off the mirror,
 for just a second, 
that's a lie..
I got him good...

Back to this morning.
Justice went through her terror cacophony
at around 5:30 so I got up and put on my bra.
Went outside to water the garden,
made some coffee, and started redoing
 some pincushions I had not sold.

Ran the vacuum, did two loads of laundry
and by now the bra straps were bothering
me, so I pulled them through the sleeves
`a la flashdance and let them dangle:
reassessed about 5 minutes later
and pulled the whole damn thing off.

These days spandex is more about
 gravity than girth, no
though a definition of la.ti.tude
(scope for freedom of action) 
seems to fit

no other humans around
why bother?
gravity damage occurred long ago
after 32 months of nursing

Wave free my girls,
to and fro flapping in the wind....
insert mental image of American Flag flying
atop a local Terrible Herbst Station.

throw in the slap slap sound..

happy weekend girlfriends.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Holy Rootball Batman

Just praying I've done the right thing.
I'm pretending the ghost shape is my Dad

I hated removing living plants,
even the sick ones, but I knew it was necessary
as I simply cannot keep up 
with a high maintenance yard.

a - I will have more sun for sure.
a - I can see the house behind me a little more.
a + I will have over 40 fewer bags of leaves each year,
and countless hours less blowing and sweeping.
a + I will not fall out of a tree again.
(2- 2+ an even score)

I am still nervous as can be about the process
and the funding of it, especially the funding.

Enjoy the weekend guys


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Roses Never Fail

Every year my roses do not disappoint.
Much needed color this year with
 the majority of my yard torn apart.
 Hopefully the next two weeks 
will see some action.
I'm beyond ready to be done.
I have raked a half ton of rock,
removed nine huge bushes, just me and a shovel,
(each taking between 30 minutes to an hour)
and filled 28 -33 gallon trash bags 
with 20 year old bark, twigs, leaves and branches.

If we could just get started
on rerouting sprinklers, tree removals
and plantings and new 15x15 patio.
They're fitting me in between BIG jobs.
I'm practicing patience.
I need more practice.
You can see the one completed wall on
my IG.
Click on upper right

Saturday, March 4, 2017


It's been a year today that 
Justice left us.

This is one of my favorites of her snuggled up to Libbey
who died 12 years ago. Justice always loved Libbey,
and I think she ignored Howie because to her
 he replaced Libbey. Howie of course
 loved Justice regardless and was licking her face 
as she passed.

You can just see the tip of her tongue
sticking out. It always did to varying degrees.
I love how she looks blissful sleeping with her pal.

I received the nicest note from Lap of Love this 
morning, a remembrance of her passing. This is the
Dr's practice that came to our home and showed
 such tenderness and empathy
during the euthanasia.

So today I celebrate Justice

and Libbey 
and Gadget
and Buffy
and Sargeant
and Murphy
and Sunday
and Bandit
and Napolean
and Bozo
and Magic
and Samantha
and Chester
and Mac

who loved unconditionally
and make it impossible for me 
to live without an animal to love, be loved by,
 and to care for.

Howie and I, 
we're a team

both of us gray
and 63 and 77.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Glorious Green and Blue

Green thumbs and blue skies are making
 for many happy hours 
in my garden. After 24 years I am overhauling parts 
of it once more, and hopefully for the LAST time. 
If you click on my sidebar pic of my yard
 you can see it as it was in 2010.
I realized I've never really shown
 the two largest beds?
Wait for it, they're coming.
I'm adding a huge used brick patio
 and pergola and redoing all the beds
which had begun to look sad and done in.
I've got tomatoes, peppers, cilantro, parsley 
and basil going so far, plan to do more.

The brick walkway runs along
 the north side of the house
and I have concentrated the majority of vintage pieces
 and small pots all along here.
I had a huge pile of giveaways that
 my friend Paula came and rescued.
They filled her car. Yay!
 Years ago she had said "IF you ever get rid of
backyard stuff I want first dibs."

Nearly everything  out here I've had over 25 years,
and it has "aged" thru sun, rain and snow.
It's all a bit compacted. We'll see if this works or 
perhaps more will go.
The brick topped table you see with
 the granite bowl sitting on
it is my potting bench. The bowl is for 
the throwaway bits as I plant.
The lidded box holds tools and such.

My aloe you see here is an example of sad. 
It was in the ground and looking so pathetic, 
so I'm giving it one more chance at life.

Cindy, I ended up with one of the skulls...See?
The trunk is from our beloved ash tree we had to cut down
in the front yard. I have photos of each first day of school 
with the kids standing in front of the tree.
I had to save a part of it.
The other part is under the sundial
in second photo.

This is the keeper pile I am moving 
around the side of house until 
we are done with the beds and patio.

 This is the condition currently of the back bed.
I've ripped out 85% over the past 2 days.
 I hope to finish today. All the "keeper" pile stuff was
 once along here. Howie rubs against and under all
the bushes and then scratches for hours in the evening.
Making him wear his sweater stops most of it. 

 I had planned to paint the walls
but the cost of that threw me way over budget,
and I'm not up to it to do myself just now.
Once the beds are simple and clean I can go back 
in and do it later, or not.

I've been absent for some time.
I just could not deal with the 
mess of our government on here,
and the rest seemed too trivial for me.

 I preferred to take action,
 make calls, donate and write letters
 rather than just vent out to the universe.
I have set goals for myself of how much to do 
each day to stand up and take action.
I will not be silenced, I'm just choosing
to directly impact if I can.

This has made me feel better, and
now I can enjoy once more the simple
days I prefer. I've gone through
 another author's complete series
 in the past two weeks. 
Elizabeth George.
Started Friday on the complete
series by Deborah Crombie.
I'm on my fourth.
I'm still searching for another Robert B Parker.
Sadly there is no one so far for me.

Wishing you blue skies


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Small Change

Small changes 

I tidied up the postal boxes and
eliminated most of the Z's. 

This took less than 15 minutes
for a fresher look.

Folks can be overwhelmed with the scope of a 
major purge or change.
I still recommend beginning with
 the 15 minute timer method,
I've mentioned here many times.

Another 15 minutes in the den,
clearing desktop and small bookshelf
and I'll be happy.

Thank you President Obama and 
Michelle Obama. Thank you
 Vice President Biden and Jill Biden.

Your intelligence, compassion, dignity,
decency and passion for public service, not 
self service, has served us well.
Our country needs you more than ever.
Please don't go too far away.
Rest up and then lead us forward
into perhaps the fight of all our lives.

Monday, January 9, 2017


My beloved white bowl
A staple on the dining room table
I change out the flowers several times a year
as the seasons change
This is mid winter
Hints of spring green yet frosted
flowers and snowy pinecones
A fresh look

A fresh lunch and dinner
Veggies left over from holiday meals
If only my mom would have understood roasting 
vegetables instead of boiling or creaming,
I might have loved them sooner.

There was zero food adventure in 
my house back then.
So happy my kids are foodies and
try everything and urge me
to do the same.

But I still hate oysters and mussels
and sushi
i know i know
if they can't make me you can't either

We've survived the first week of 2017

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Getting Down

No staging, just quick shots 
of pared down rooms. Working my way through the house
as I remove and sell off holiday stuff.

It almost feels like the air is cleaner, fresher.

Getting down to the basics,
with just a few beloved accessories kept around.

Removed scads of books

Tops of shelves were cleared,
now it is so much easier to dust. 

Huge brown tv cabinet gone from the center
of this wall, smaller tv in here,
making room much brighter,
and I now have easy access to printer.

Still need to work on this side of the room.

Visually it is now too cluttered for me.
Z's may have to go.
(and these were pared down awhile ago YIKES) 
Feels good
Feels right
Getting down to it.

Monday, January 2, 2017


Howie is a little lost.
After weeks of this,
he's searching for more laps.

So the kiddos were both back here as of 
Sunday and then at 5 am this morning
 they headed back to the coast.

Mama had tears as the car left the driveway.
It's a new year with lots of changes 
for us all.
I find tears come much easier these days,
(since Nov) Anyone else experiencing
the same?

Dearest son got me a surround system
for Christmas,
and the installation yesterday of said system resulted
in major tv swaps, room rearrangements,
rerunning and hiding of wires,
and furniture removals.
Dominoes falling

I wish I had a video of son and I 
rolling an enormous tv cabinet
from top to side to bottom to side to top
out the front door and into the garage.
I'm very strong, but this one was just way too heavy.

Everything is inter connected now,
and I needed to write directions down 
to keep track of it all. Kids find 
this amusing of course, but they 
just smile and nod
instead of being exasperated with
my lack of advanced techno skills.

Another cup of Joe,
and the holiday take down 
can commence, then again,
tomorrow may be soon enough.

I'm glad we're all still in this together.


Thursday, December 29, 2016


(Last year's advent class)

Happy New Year 

warning: opinion ahead

“They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” Benjamin Franklin

“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.” Abraham Lincoln.

These men were not perfect - But they had ideals and dignity and the knowledge to 
protect and improve the lives of everyone.

I pray we don't have to endure the next four years,
amid the destruction an ignorant selfish dolt might unleash
 upon our nation and the world.

This elected figure does not even register as a shadow of great men.

When the truth is finally understood by all who voted in hatred and fear,
I pray that it is not too late.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

All Was Calm

All was bright

Kids were here early, and then began a whirlwind of
flights and drives to NYC, Portland, LA and back 
again twice to Vegas. I still have 2 more trips to airport.
They are travelers.

Christmas Eve was a feast extraordinaire.
Broccoli souffle, roasted vegetables,
ANOTHER deep fried turkey,
mussels, white fish diablo and seared ahi tuna.
After much discussion we all just made
 what we each wanted to eat.
VERY non traditional
but I work to stay flexible.

Movies, music, naps, coffees, wine, food

Friday, December 23, 2016

Happy At Home

While waiting for a friend to stop in for a second
and share holiday hellos, I walked in on

Howie is in heaven when my girl is home.
We three are headed to a fish market 
to round out Christmas dinner
for our pescatarian.
Ben will be donning his chef hat once more.
We were eating sun dried tomato ravioli
 and meatballs at 11 last night!
Lord that guy can cook!

This afternoon we'll wander the stores 
and take in the decorations
 and the music and the crowds,
eat a great lunch at Public School,
and then head home for more
family time.

I'll check in tomorrow with photos and 
Christmas wishes.

Monday, December 12, 2016

A Forest Of Greens

It's only natural