Showing posts with label Why?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Why?. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Sweet Home Alabama


My hometown is in Alabama, and I have family and friends across the state.  I visited my best friend when she was at the University of Alabama, sharing an apartment with 3 other girls.  That apartment was on 15th Street.

It's all gone.  All of it.  She says when she looks at the photos of Tuscaloosa, a place she spent 4 or more years and visits at least annually when her son competes in a bike race, she can't make out anything.  There are no landmarks anymore.

It takes my breath away.  I cannot imagine what today must be like for the people who lost homes, businesses, family, friends.  Everything.

My immediate family is okay.  I'm not aware of any friends that are affected, but I'm sure there are some.

Today, sweet home Alabama is in my thoughts, prayers and my heart.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Pimento Cheese


See the little red pepper looking thing? It's a pimento. I had grand plans for growing pimentos and being able to make my own pimento cheese this summer for sandwiches.

However.

The pimento plant had other ideas. I only got 4 ripe pimentos (pimenti?, pimento?), and they were only ripe in the last week.

I've gotten over the pimento cheese thing at this point, it seems summery. Now I'm thinking Fall couscous with butternut squash.

The best laid plans of mice and me...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Not Feeling It



Hi gang. We've just been through another round of layoffs at work. And while the folks who are let go have the most up hill battle, those of us who are left are reeling also. It's like losing family.

So, I'm showing a bathroom I really like above, because it has nothing to do with layoffs. Or the economy.



It does have beadboard.







Then there's this - isn't the glow warm and inviting?





I've had these photos saved forever, so I've lost the credits.

Thanks for stopping by today. Here's hoping for brighter days ahead.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

The Gate

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The gate has a tenuous grasp on the right fencepost. I've resorted to putting an old dog lead around the left fencepost and gate so it doesn't just lie down in a light breeze and become a door mat for the dogs. And Gus or Cotton could bring down the whole house of cards by jumping up and placing front feet against the gate just to look out, providing more than enough reason for the hinge to abandon all claim to the fencepost.



It is one of the things that Tim is going to repair.



But one thing led to another and our schedules to get started haven't meshed.


Then, Tim lost his eldest son in a car wreck, just a couple of weeks ago. Tim and his wife are devastated, and their lives will never be the same.



Seems to me we're all like that gate, with the most tenuous of holds on life.
The slightest push or pull can changes things forever, and the gate is thrown open.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

What's the Good Word?


This is the inside edge of my microwave where some information is posted. See # 2 under REHEAT above. I have no words.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Odds and Ends

Here are some things that I wondered this weekend:

Can anyone tell me why this dog wants to lay half on/half off a nice soft, warm dog bed in cold weather?


Did you know that to buy Gen-U-Wine Deruta, Italy pottery, one should go to a suburban antique/thrift store in Decatur, Georgia?


Did anyone expect that the light fixture they removed during an update of their old house would be sold as Art Deco glass years down the road?


Did anyone know that sometimes going to the other Whole Foods on the way home from your weekend outing will nearly get you killed in the parking lot even if it saves gas?


Does anyone else pass this view of the skyline and think about how to take a picture of it that does it justice?





Monday, January 5, 2009

The Jig is Up

Well, all this lovely, lazy time of hanging out with friends and family and just plain hanging out is over. It's back to work and doggy runaround (daycare) today, which is to say a return to the routine.

Routines are not so bad unless you are getting back in them. Then there's a bit of adjustment.

And I have a hole in my fence. That's just a random thing I'm trying to get worked out, nothing really to do with routine. Except that it disturbs it. The routine.

Today I have to address an open item from work that came up just before the holidays. I've been waiting for the bolt of lightning to provide inspiration. Just between us, it never came! On the other hand, it's been percolating in the back of my mind, and I think I have an approach. Cross your fingers. I am.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Rescue Me

I just saw this on Chronicles of a Country Girl. Must watch tv. SSG, how come you never mentioned these firemen?

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Day After Halloween


the Christmas Tree Lot was set up. Seems a little early to me. I mean, it's several weeks to Thanksgiving still. Isn't time passing fast enough on it's own. Do we need to rush each holiday?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

I don't like to think

Now, I've never been a big dream person, mostly because I never really recall them. Every few years I have the snake dream, where I relive in my sleep the snake that chased me when I was 7 or 8 when I stepped off the deck at our cabin. The grown ups yelling "RUN" and my dad and grandad beating the ground behind me with their fishing rods. I never much had any use for snakes after that, except as handbags and belts.

And there's once or twice dreaming I never finished all my college courses and am a fraud, soon to be found out. This was improved on by dreaming a variation on that theme: that the biology lab I was late to that one time as a sophomore I really didn't get credit for, and the school called to tell me my degree was invalid and they only just figured it out (10 years later).

Then there's the one where I would look in the mirror and my teeth would fall out one by one in a perfect arc into the sink. Pedestal sink. With an antique mirror above it. This was sufficiently disturbing enough that when I had it for the 3rd time I looked this one up. It meant I had something to say that I was keeping bottled up - the teeth falling out symbolized expressing myself - although in my family it could have just meant periodontic disease.

Oh and there was the one about falling. Call me crazy, but I kind of liked that one.

And now this.

Two weeks ago I awoke and recalled a most bizarre dream. It went something like this:

Someone gave me a baby. As in, "here, would you like one? That's good then, off you go." Yes, I said a newborn, infant, dependent, helpless baby.

I left the baby everywhere. In the cold. Outdoors. I vaguely recall going outside and on all fours looking inside a large metal box and retrieving said baby from the box. Where I left it. Of course, I didn't dream the actual leaving of, only the retrieving and knowing I left it.

I forgot to feed the baby.

All the while, I was traveling to who knows where by a wagon drawn by horses. I recognized the road I was on, it was the road from my hometown to the state capital, at the point where the road curves to the right and then goes up and down several small hills and the state troopers can wait out of site on the road that runs between the northbound 2 lanes and the southbound 2 lanes.

Traveling by wagon, drawn by horses, on the road to the state capital, in the moonlight. With a newborn. In the cold.

At the end of the dream (day?) I ended up sitting on a sofa in front of the fire, and someone came in from outdoors with a small bundle and said, "you left this outside".

Where did this come from?

I don't like to think.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

A shortage of...

Israeli couscous. I bet you thought I'd say gasoline since all the stations around me are em-pah-tee!

Mais non, ma petit/petite chou my little cabbages, I am speaking of israeli couscous. The base of my favorite salad, possibly my favorite salad ever.

None at Publix near.

None at the Peach Publix.

None at Whole Foods.

None at Fresh Market.

Just labels below empty shelf space.

{sigh}

Why?

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Sleeping dogs by the numbers

I have two dogs.

1 oversized golden retriever style dog
+ 1 normal sized golden retriever style dog
= 2 yellow fur factories, 4 floppy ears to clean and 8 enormous paws to wipe.


There are 3 dog beds in my house. The 2 golden retriever style dogs count my 1 bed as theirs, so, in their minds, there are 4 dog beds. But the oversized golden retriever style dog also counts the bath mat as a bed. So. 5 dog beds.


In this picture 1 normal sized golden retriever style dog is sleeping on the floor between 1 dog bed and 1 armoire (which is the fancy 80s word for tv cabinet).

Why?

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