Happy Mother's Day.
This weekend I treated myself to a movie I have been wanting to see. OMG It exceeded ALL of my expectations. Perhaps it was because it was Mother's Day weekend and every program on the tube had tear jerker Mother awards for the saddest stories I have ever heard and I did believe the well was dry. "Nay no so." replied the Angel." Abou spoke more low, but cheerily still and said, "Write me as one who sobbed all through the Soloist." I literally sobbed. Now when I am feeling particularly bright and cheery, I will buy the book and read it to clean out the ducts yet again.
Tonight is my TV night. I have 3 shows I love and they are all on Monday, so a nap may be in order today.
I have a long rumination about an adventure with GD#1 but I really have to work on it before I can post it.
I have been working in all of the gardens and have a lot done. Over the weekend I replanted the glad bulbs only to come inside and hear that a frost was possible last night. I still had waterworks available in the ducts. You see if glads get below freezing they will not bloom that season, and I have a lot of glads that I had just planted.
I delivered meals to my 92 year old friend, went to the transfer station, (amazing I guess no one addresses trash on Mother's Day as it was virtually empty!) Then I went to my plant store and bought some more veggie plants for the 2 raised bed veggie gardens. Still need a few things though. The farm store still has quite a huge snow pile awaiting the warmth of the May sun.
Finally this awakening at 3:00 AM MUST stop.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Breakfast with Gramma Grimes
Breakfast with Gramma Grimes was a treat!.. When we arrived in Lyndonville NY it would be very late. In the 50's it took Dad 12 hours to drive from Springfield MA. Few turnpikes and slow driving in slow cars through cities and towns on slow roads.
Though I am certain we had a hearty breakfast before we hit the road for our annual trek to visit my only surviving Grandparent, I have no recollection. You see I was allergic to milk, eggs, and wheat as a child. To this day I cannot abide oatmeal.. Love it in breads and cookies but it makes me gag as a breakfast porridge.
Dad was a bit of a tinkerer and had created a cot that Mom sewed the canvas sling for so my sister and brother could sleep in the back as it got late on the trip. Brother slept on the seat and sister slept on the custom made cot that fit perfectly between front the seat and the back seat. I would lie on the front seat, head on Mom, feet on Dad and bummy on the seat. No seatbelt requirements in the 50s!!!!!
Mum would pack up the huge picnic hamper with wonderful food and sweets for our picnic lunch in a roadside picnic grove along the way. Not so wonderful in my recollection was the warm lemonade in the family sized red thermos cooler. Ice melted, it seemed like medicine to me!!!
When Dad needed to get gas, Mum would make him ask if they had flush toilets instead of an outhouse, and she would inspect the cleanliness of said "restroom" before allowing the "fillup" Poor Mum told me years later that often she would have her period for the duration of this "vacation".
I just loved it!
My sister HATED it. She hated Gram's outhouse and would not poop for the whole week and make herself sick, almost every visit.
But, when we would arrive very late at night.. Gramma would have dinner ready. I remember stewing hen and dumplings with a huge sheet of strawberry shortcake for dessert. I don't remember veggies though I am certain they were a part of the meal.
Now we get to breakfast with Gramma Grimes. In the morning, and I have always been an early riser, Gramma and I would have leftover Strawberry shortcake with wonderful whipped cream for breakfast before anyone else was up and about..
Gramma made poached eggs she would barter from the neighbor farmer's chickens with babysitting for their handicapped child, and pancakes and the best bisquits in the world.
I love my Gramma and I miss her.
I bought a book for GD#1 that so reminds me of Gramma.
Though I am certain we had a hearty breakfast before we hit the road for our annual trek to visit my only surviving Grandparent, I have no recollection. You see I was allergic to milk, eggs, and wheat as a child. To this day I cannot abide oatmeal.. Love it in breads and cookies but it makes me gag as a breakfast porridge.
Dad was a bit of a tinkerer and had created a cot that Mom sewed the canvas sling for so my sister and brother could sleep in the back as it got late on the trip. Brother slept on the seat and sister slept on the custom made cot that fit perfectly between front the seat and the back seat. I would lie on the front seat, head on Mom, feet on Dad and bummy on the seat. No seatbelt requirements in the 50s!!!!!
Mum would pack up the huge picnic hamper with wonderful food and sweets for our picnic lunch in a roadside picnic grove along the way. Not so wonderful in my recollection was the warm lemonade in the family sized red thermos cooler. Ice melted, it seemed like medicine to me!!!
When Dad needed to get gas, Mum would make him ask if they had flush toilets instead of an outhouse, and she would inspect the cleanliness of said "restroom" before allowing the "fillup" Poor Mum told me years later that often she would have her period for the duration of this "vacation".
I just loved it!
My sister HATED it. She hated Gram's outhouse and would not poop for the whole week and make herself sick, almost every visit.
But, when we would arrive very late at night.. Gramma would have dinner ready. I remember stewing hen and dumplings with a huge sheet of strawberry shortcake for dessert. I don't remember veggies though I am certain they were a part of the meal.
Now we get to breakfast with Gramma Grimes. In the morning, and I have always been an early riser, Gramma and I would have leftover Strawberry shortcake with wonderful whipped cream for breakfast before anyone else was up and about..
Gramma made poached eggs she would barter from the neighbor farmer's chickens with babysitting for their handicapped child, and pancakes and the best bisquits in the world.
I love my Gramma and I miss her.
I bought a book for GD#1 that so reminds me of Gramma.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Requests and Dedications
Requested by Mrs. Nuts
Dedicated to My Big Silly Black Dog.
Charlie has had a rough couple of weeks. D#1 Usually works 4, 10 hour days so she can have 3 whole days of Mommy time with GD#1. Well for the last 3 weeks she has been "at Maine" hunkered down in a hotel, eating in restaurants, to participate in a project at UNUM in Portland. Through a series of configurations we transferred GD#1 to Grampa's car on Thursdays and he brought her on the ride from MA to ME. She was with me Thursday afternoon, Friday and Saturday morning.
Now Chuck is usually pretty layed back unless someone comes and knocks at the door. However, with GD#1 here, the moment anyone paid attention to her, Chuck was on his feet begging for attention.
My cabin is teeny tiny and the invasion of the little people also includes hauling out toys, books, and various implements of destruction which shrinks the floor imprint considerably. Chuck-a-duck is a big boy, weighing in at 91 pounds. Additionally he has not been told that he is not a pup so he runs and frolics at will, sometimes for no apparent reason.
When Grampa and GD#1 would arrive he would look at me with those big sad brown puppy eyes and say, "Again Mama?" "She's here again?" Now she does love him to a point but looses patience quickly with his neediness so Chuck has had a tough few weekends.
I met D#1 for dinner one evening in Portland and stopped at Christmas Tree as long as I had the time and had already spent gas money. I bought Charlie a new toy which instantly became the new favorite. Silly, silly dog now tries to sneak it outside any chance he gets. I think it is so funny. I will have him drop it and at the last split second he grabs it and runs like a bat outa hell out the door with the toy in his mouth.
Goof-ball, Charlie, you're Sister's project is over and you have me all to yourself for a long time.
Happy Patriots Day to one and all! No guns or weapons please and I am off to a Marathon brunch in Natick MA.
Dedicated to My Big Silly Black Dog.
Charlie has had a rough couple of weeks. D#1 Usually works 4, 10 hour days so she can have 3 whole days of Mommy time with GD#1. Well for the last 3 weeks she has been "at Maine" hunkered down in a hotel, eating in restaurants, to participate in a project at UNUM in Portland. Through a series of configurations we transferred GD#1 to Grampa's car on Thursdays and he brought her on the ride from MA to ME. She was with me Thursday afternoon, Friday and Saturday morning.
Now Chuck is usually pretty layed back unless someone comes and knocks at the door. However, with GD#1 here, the moment anyone paid attention to her, Chuck was on his feet begging for attention.
My cabin is teeny tiny and the invasion of the little people also includes hauling out toys, books, and various implements of destruction which shrinks the floor imprint considerably. Chuck-a-duck is a big boy, weighing in at 91 pounds. Additionally he has not been told that he is not a pup so he runs and frolics at will, sometimes for no apparent reason.
When Grampa and GD#1 would arrive he would look at me with those big sad brown puppy eyes and say, "Again Mama?" "She's here again?" Now she does love him to a point but looses patience quickly with his neediness so Chuck has had a tough few weekends.
I met D#1 for dinner one evening in Portland and stopped at Christmas Tree as long as I had the time and had already spent gas money. I bought Charlie a new toy which instantly became the new favorite. Silly, silly dog now tries to sneak it outside any chance he gets. I think it is so funny. I will have him drop it and at the last split second he grabs it and runs like a bat outa hell out the door with the toy in his mouth.
Goof-ball, Charlie, you're Sister's project is over and you have me all to yourself for a long time.
Happy Patriots Day to one and all! No guns or weapons please and I am off to a Marathon brunch in Natick MA.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
But Who's Counting?
All of you lurkers out there may remember my tales of spending instantaneous union with Mother Earth. I only took one header that I don't think I have fessed up to this winter and that was treking in the snow to the bird feeder. After which I whaled around in the deep snow trying to right myself on these sore and tired knees. Luckily, SO was lurking and watching my slogging and came to my rescue. I was so frigid from whaling around in the snow that I could not stop shivvering and jumped right into a hot shower to warm my old and weary bones.
Well, I am fessing up to yet another header. Raining, just moisturized my hands to alleviate the tip cracks I get. Parked too close to the edge of the driveway where the handprint stepping stones from GD#1 are placed.As I pulled the door handle to open it....... Wet handle, creamed hands..... slip and pitched backwards hitting my head on the cellar window well. I was right under the eves and the rain was pouring down on me! I just sat and had a personal and private pity party. Boo hoo hoo! Poor me. This was over a week ago and my noggin still hurts. Dang!
Well, I am fessing up to yet another header. Raining, just moisturized my hands to alleviate the tip cracks I get. Parked too close to the edge of the driveway where the handprint stepping stones from GD#1 are placed.As I pulled the door handle to open it....... Wet handle, creamed hands..... slip and pitched backwards hitting my head on the cellar window well. I was right under the eves and the rain was pouring down on me! I just sat and had a personal and private pity party. Boo hoo hoo! Poor me. This was over a week ago and my noggin still hurts. Dang!
Friday, March 27, 2009
@#$%*!
What the F' Chuck? Charlie and I had to travel to MA yesterday as SO and I had an appointment with an Atty. Chuck is not a great traveler when he is traveling south. When he is coming home he is calm and fine... Weird dog. I packed the car and loaded the dog and headed forth around 9. You see my inspection sticker expires at the end of the month and I thought this was the perfect opportunity to get it done without a panic button push. Chuck was not a joy during the almost 3 hour trip but we survived. I watered him and let him do his "business" unloaded the car and then headed to the local inspection station to get my new sticker. About a half mile away.....@#$%*! I noticed a really loud noise and got out of the car to check. Sure enough I had a F'n flat tire. As I headed for home to call AAA a kindly neighbor whom I have never met came out to see if he could assist in any way. He let me use his Cell phone to call AAA. And I continued my trek homeward to wait for the 5 minutes til showtime call from AAA. As I was walking, another neighbor, whom I have never met also, stopped in his car and offered his cell to make a call. When I explained, he actually reversed direction and went home! He was just trying to be a good soul.
As I was awaiting AAA there was a knock on the door. Charlie went bonkers. If one just walks into the house he is fine, but if the burgular knocks.... beware...Killer attack dog takes over!
It was the local gendarme. Seems as if my car was too far into the road for safety and would I please move it! Yikes another 1/2 mile hike and return. However , Officer Judy, said he would transport me to the car and back.
When AAA called and said they were at the car without the 5 minute warning I scurried to the car. I did not want the "donut" spare on the jeep to get a sticker or a flat spare. All I wanted was for AAA to inflate the tire. The really nice AAA guy was very concerned about me driving on the tire which had a piece of metal that he discovered in it and offered to follow me to the garage which is about 10 min away.
The long and the short of this post....
Humanity 4 assfaces 0. Thanks to all of the good-hearted people in Oxford and I PROMISE to pay it forward.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Croci Live
Crocuses? Croci?? None the less, Yesterday when I ventured forth to do meals on wheels for my good old 92 year old neighbor (or is he 93 now?) I paused by the herb garden which is one of the few places on the property that is snow free. I had done some spring cleaning in the bed earlier. Many bulbs have poked their leaves out to search about for the spring sun. The yellow crocus, however, have actually begun to burst forth with blossoms. I think I will name my next child Crocus as I love them so much. Well in the early spring I do. I am a bit fickle in that regard. A few weeks later it is tulips or daffodils. But I made it through another winter! Wahoodeos and bless the croci!
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