Ketch-Up Day

 

How are you? Whatcha been doing? I've been working on setting up a business account on Pinterest. Good gracious. Pinterest is fine, but I'm pretty techno challenged. Does anyone else out there have a Pinterest account? Any words of wisdom you'd care to impart?

Not much else going on here. What about at your house?

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The garden is getting pretty sparse, but it's kept me hopping with staining the fence--I think I may have it finished next year:) mowing, adding pavers to the walkway and weeding

 

 

 Note: The leaves are just starting to fall.

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Just for fun

Frank has his eye on you....

And from Illinois

Thanks, Randy

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Have a grand week.

Weekend Wishes

 

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Tuesday Stuff

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I woke Sunday morning to find Izzy had made an uninvited visit, bringing with her snow, sleet, ice and rain. I knew we were in trouble when Frank wouldn't step a paw outside. You're probably thinking, "So? He's a cat."  He is, but weather doesn't phase him. It can be snowing or raining, and like the mailman, he'll still be outside making his rounds.  Here's Frank this time last year.

 

Needless, to say when he wasn't having any of it, it made me a tad bit nervous.

Monday.  

We missed a bullet and didn't suffer any power loss. 

Frank ventured out Monday.

 Earlier In the Week...

I received a package I had to sign for and I had to be twenty-one. What the? And it was heavy. Needless to say my curiosity was aroused. Had someone sent me garden rocks for my birthday?And if so, why did I have to be twenty-one to open a box of rocks? So I signed, took the package and opened it just enough to see the piece of paper sticking out. It had a Happy Birthday (Yes, I had a birthday between last Friday and today:) message from my daughter and  son-in-law and three items all called Zen something. Ah, garden statuary. My curiosity aroused, I decided I didn't really need to wait till my birthday to open it. 

No rocks. No statuary, but definitely welcome:) Thanks M and J:)

Since I can't offer you any leftover birthday cake, have a free download (if you are in the U.S. or the U.K.--I think). I would love it if the free downloads and countdowns were offered in Australia and Germany. Sigh. Hopefully one of these days.

Available at Amazon.
 

 

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Here's the earworm I've had since last (Writerly) Wednesday:) I go dancing around the house like a crazy lady--or writer;)

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Wishing you delicious cake, beautiful birds and flowers, and fun earworms to dance to:)

It's Tuesday

 Flowers, Critters and Empty Shelves.

The Christmas roses (hellebores) are blooming.

 

This particular Iris is always confused about blooming time and thinks January is just a fine month to bloom in. This year I wised up and brought the buds inside when the weather turned cold. I don't know if all the buds will bloom out but at least this guy did.

What do you do with your clippings from bushes? Sometimes I stick them in the ground to see if they'll take root, sometimes I bring in the cuttings and stick them in a vase and other times they end up on the compost or trash pile.

Yes, I know my shoes have holes in them, but they are soooo comfortable:)

 

 

We went grocery shopping yesterday.  These were shelves for cat food and produce. Plenty of toilet paper though:)

 

 

And last but not least, Happy Birthday to the Birthday Girls.

 

 

 Got birthdays? Critters? Flowers? Groceries?

 

The Ride Continues

I'm back....
It's still pretty crazy here, but my bro had the transplant and it was a success. The day before he had it and before we knew a liver would be available we received a text from the sis-in-law that the bro had a week to live. Two max. So when my sister and her HH arrived we decided to take a road trip to FL. In the meantime a liver arrived. Thank God. My understanding is there is a window of four hours to get the liver to the recipient. They flew it in by jet. The surgery was a success and each day has been an improvement. Thanks to all for the prayers and well wishes.

Since we were in Tampa on my birthday, the carnivores kindly took me to a seafood restaurant. Lucky for me they had a pasta dish. Heh.

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We had celebrated birthdays the night before we left for Florida.

We are still riding the rollercoaster with the baby. His parents have gotten several different opinions and at present most hospital teams that have weighed in feel he needs surgery then chemo.

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A little poetry from the HH.

Mean Streets at Ten Years Old

M J Cox

I Step out the front door and down the concreate steps

Into the summer brightness. Turning right

Would be a big mistake. That only leads to the old brick grade school.

Way too many hours spent there already.

So left it is as the old deaf guy across the street

Yells something unintelligible at the TV. 

Don’t know why the volume is turned so high.

He can’t hear it anyway.  

No time to fool around.  That weird lady

In the house covered in shrubs may let her

Doberman out.  He’ll come roaring across the street

Like a winged lizard, smoke streaks in his wake.

In the middle of the next block

Dicky’s house is on the left. 

Always trying to be a bad ass.

Just doesn’t work for him though.

Across the street is Doug’s house

He was a close friend until he wasn’t.

Not a good time to be at his house,

His dad being off the beer right now.

                                        
                                     A few houses down, there’s a boy

                                             In residence. Seldom seen and never heard,

                                             He’s more a rumor or a wraith.  The lawn is

                                             Perfect though, every blade of grass uniformly green.


                                             Next corner and a left turn will lead

To Bill’s house.  He was always a good guy

Till Viet Nam messed with his mind.

He’s in Nevada still getting past it.

                                             Turn right to Merle’s house

                                              He always played it too cool,

                                             Like he had something to prove.

                                             Two older brothers will do that apparently.



                                             The next corner is Decatur street. Further down

Are Just a few faceless houses straddling the street

like broken picket fences. At the end

Is the brick home for boys where the ones from problem families go.

                             

                                             There is a steel tube three feet wide

                                             That runs on a diagonal down the street

                                             Side wall, a fire escape that looks like

                                             It’s daring anyone to try it.



                                             On my streets we’re all a little nervous

                                             As if on some apocalyptic day

                                             A great tide will sweep us all down the asphalt

                                             Into that foreboding house of lost souls. 

So what's been going on while I've been gone? Do you write poetry? Are you a Capricorn baby?

Weekend Wishes

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The 19th would have been author Carmen Stefenescu's BDay. Carmen, wherever you are, I hope you're partying down.

Blogger buds. I've pre-posted but my bro had his transplant so I will be offline for a bit.

Weekend Wishes

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