A Day In The Life


Decisions, Decisions
June 30, 2008, 10:54 pm
Filed under: Nature

My lovely neighbor, Mrs. M., will celebrate 83 years of life this month. She is a wonderful person who loves flowers and gardening as much as I do. She bemoans the fact that she can’t work outside as much as she could in her younger years, but she still maintains some beautiful flower beds. My birthday is also this month. I tease Mrs. M. relentlessly about only being 14 days older than me. She loves it. We get together to celebrate our birthdays every year and we always exchange gifts.

My tiger lilies are exceptionally beautiful this year; at least I think they are. I took a gazillion pictures today and the shots below are my favorites of the tiger lilies. I want to have one or some of these pictures matted and framed for my gift to Mrs. M. My problem is, I can’t make up my mind. This is where you come in. Which shot or shots do you like best? I was thinking I’d have three 4×6 pictures matted in one frame. But I can’t decide if that would be best. Maybe I should stick with one 8×10 or maybe three 5×7’s in separate frames. Again, what do you think? I really will appreciate your opinions! I inserted my mom’s comments to get you started.

Too much sky, not enough flower although I like how you captured the sun shining through the petals. It’s a little too dark.

The petal details are nice, but you cut off the stamens. I can see your propane tank in the background.

Hmmmmm…..I like this one alot.

This is nice. It looks like the petals are on fire.  I like the buds in the background.

This one is real good.

I like this one, but I like the single flowers better.

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Reunions and Quirks
June 28, 2008, 11:36 pm
Filed under: Family, Fun Monday, My Life

This is one of the busiest weekends of the summer.  The school I attended from first through twelfth grades (we didn’t have kindergarten or pre-school in the school district back then) holds its reunion every other year on the last weekend in June.  At each reunion, two classes are ‘officially’ recognized as part of the celebration.  My class, the Class of 1976, was honored along with the seniors of 1977 this year.  The school auditorium is open all day on Saturday.  The reunion committee has an archives room that people can explore and many folks bring memorabilia to share with those who attend.  In the late afternoon, there is a program during which the former students, teachers and administrators who have passed away since the previous reunion are honored.  The program is followed by a catered dinner.  The reunion is a huge deal.  Our school district was very small (my class was a large one with 21 graduates if that tells you anything).  People of all ages come from all over the place to the reunion.  We had around 300 people in attendance for the program and meal.  The oldest graduate attending was a member of the Class of 1932 and the person who traveled the farthest to attend came from San Francisco. 

Many people get together with just their classes Friday evening before the actual reunion.  My brother and I grilled steaks for our parents’ classes Friday night.  (We’ll do just about anything for a free meal.) 

My family has a reunion on Sunday and I was drafted to supply all the desserts for that event.  So, in between grilling steaks and spending most of today in the auditorium visiting with people, I’ve been baking cakes. 

Finally, I have arrived at the Fun Monday part of my post.  Lisa of Lisa’s Chaos wants us to talk about our quirks.  I’ll be honest with you.  I looked up obsessive-compulsive behavior before I began my post because I kept thinking my quirks sounded a little OCD.  Regardless, here they are:

1.   I simply have to wear earrings.  I wear them when I’m mowing, gardening, hauling hay, or just    sitting around doing nothing.  On the very rare occasion that I forget to adorn my ears, I keep rubbing my ear lobes until they are red.  I’ve actually begun keeping a pair of earrings in my purse because the last time I was running late for school and forgot to put earrings on, my students commented throughout the day about my red ears. 

2.   I love pillows.  I have fifteen pillows on my bed.  I sleep with six of the pillows and the other nine are decorative.  I have a pillow ritual.  One of the sleeping pillows is for Jasper who sleeps at my side.  Then I have two stacks of two pillows each and I center the fifth pillow on those stacks for me.  The nine decorative pillows are put on the bed and taken off the bed in a specific order.  (This sounds so bizarre it makes me cringe, but it’s the truth!)

3.   I cannot stand when someone erases everything off a blackboard or whiteboard except for one little spot.  This was a real problem when I was in college.  When a professor left a little swirl of a letter or part of a number on the board, I could not effectively concentrate on the lecture.  I would obsess about that little doodle remaining on the board.  Many times I got up and erased the offending mark myself.  If I was in a large lecture hall with hundreds of other students, I was too embarrassed to erase the board so I squirmed and wiggled and usually ended up having to get the lecture notes from a fellow student.  As an adult, the mark left on the board still irritates me, but my ability to focus on the subject matter is much better.   

Ok, I’ve totally revealed myself as a complete weirdo which is really making me squirm in my desk chair, but I’m wearing earrings, my board is completely erased and all my pillows are in order so I guess I’ll survive.  Check out more quirks at Lisa’s



Southern Nights
June 24, 2008, 10:27 pm
Filed under: Life in the South

The mimosa tree in my back yard is in full flower. I can smell the sweet blossoms the minute I step out my door. The scent is intoxicating in the warm night air as I sit on my porch and watch the fireflies work their magic.

My mom just had a new deck built and the man who did the job brought her some fresh produce from his garden. He brought her so much that she shared it with me so earlier this evening I cooked a good southern supper for Mom.

My favorite way to cook fresh squash is to sautee it with sweet Vidalia onions in butter. Yummy! We also had black-eyed peas, pork chops and cornbread.

And, of course, we had to have some salted, sliced cucumbers. The only thing that would have made the meal better is sliced tomatoes from the garden. We’ll have to wait a little longer for those. 



The Other Side
June 22, 2008, 11:14 pm
Filed under: Family, Fun Monday, My Life

Another Fun Monday has arrived! The Hula Girl asked us to show and tell about articles of clothing. Stuff that we’ve hung on to for one reason or another over time.

These are my daddy’s boots. He was a cowboy through and through. He bought me my first horse when I was six and we rode a lot together over the years. When Daddy died in 2001, Mom asked if I wanted his boots. They normally sit on a little bench in my living room, but I put them on top of my entertainment center for a better picture.

When I was a little girl, Daddy’s family drew names for Christmas gift giving. One of my cousins got my name one year when she was just learning to sew. She made this apron for me. The trim is tiny black rickrack. It has three little pockets across the bottom. I wore this apron when I “cooked” and I also loved wearing it when I colored. For some reason, I liked taking all my crayons out of the box and putting them in the apron pockets.

Now, I apologize to The Hula Girl for straying away from clothes, but I really wanted to show everyone the other side of my porch. Last Monday I posted about the invisible walls of my screened porch.  This Monday I want you to get the interior view.

The porch runs the entire length of my house and is approximately half the width of my house. As you can see, I have a lot of room on my porch! There are screen doors at each end. This shot is facing west to the front entrance to my house.  The door into the house is on the left. And there is Jasper sitting behind the green chair at the table. You can see his doggie door on the bottom right side of the screen door.

I have two large cabinets on the porch. One is painted red and contains a collection of pottery and antique mixing bowls. This white cabinet originally had doors at the top. One door broke so I took them both off. I really like the open shelves much better.

This shot is taken from the front door of the porch toward the east end.  You can’t really tell in the pictures, but there are small spaces between the boards of the floor so I can just bring my garden hose right up on the porch and spray the floor down for the ‘heavy’ cleaning I do two or three times a year.  The rest of the time I use a broom.  You can see some wet spots on the floor because I just finished major cleaning.    And the white paint streaks on the floor are from when I painted the doors of my kitchen cabinets.  I had newspapers laid down, but I still managed to get paint where it shouldn’t have been.  Oh, well, it adds to the character.  Hope you enjoyed my boots, apron and  porch tour!



Nieces
June 19, 2008, 5:40 pm
Filed under: Family

My nieces have been visiting this week and being the sly, slightly devious aunt that I am, I decided it was a perfect time to paint my hideous laundry room. My nieces are young; MCR is 14 and HMR is 12 and they don’t weigh very much. I’m not old, but I’m certainly a few years past 12 and 14. The clincher was the weight issue. I just wave at 100 pounds as it flies by on the scales and in order to paint the laundry room standing on the washer and dryer was required. That and being able to squeeze behind the washer and dryer because I can’t move the appliances by myself. So you see where I’m going with this….my nieces were perfect for the job.

MCR is petite and fast. A wonderful athlete who excels at any sport. She plays basketball, soccer and is the pitcher for her softball team. What she lacks in heighth, she makes up for in speed and the sheer determination to win. I’ve proudly watched her out run and out play boys (and girls ) twice her size on the soccer field. She never complains and she never gives up. MCR is quiet, shy and very confident in her abilities without a hint of arrogance. She amazes me.

HMR is tall and leggy. She is also an excellent athlete, but she is in the game for fun more than anything else. She plays basketball and soccer, but isn’t into softball that much. Too much idle time in the game. She is outspoken and rarely quiet. She loves music and can be quite the little performer when she puts her mind to it. HMR can be a bit of a know-it-all, but she is so funny and ditzy at the same time that it doesn’t really matter.  She amazes me, too.

They really worked well together and did a very good job for their dear tubby aunt. And if appliances could sigh in relief, I’m sure my washer and dryer were doing just that.

After the girls did all the painting above and behind the appliances, I finished up on the sides.  Then, of course, I had to decorate those glossy white walls.



Red
June 18, 2008, 12:02 am
Filed under: Nature



Invisible Walls
June 15, 2008, 10:57 pm
Filed under: Fun Monday, Life in the South, Nature

The Prytz Family wants to see our walls for this Fun Monday assignment. I have some lovely white walls in my home and those that aren’t white are a pale shade of brown called sycamore bark. The color has absolutely no resemblance to actual sycamore bark, but there you go.

I tend to drift during the month of June. No schedule. No bells. No students. No structure. I do, however, eventually get to the point which is my front porch. A lovely place to drift with virtually invisible walls.

Yikers! Not invisible and rather hard on the eyes. Let me try again.

Ah……much better. I had to open the door and zoom in a bit. A view from the west end of the porch which is also the front entrance to my house. And now for those invisible walls…..

Idyllic. Can’t you just feel yourself relaxing and drifting……..

Kick back and watch the birds at the feeders and squirrels running along the fence. How about a glass of iced tea?

You gotta admit…..I have a whole new meaning for just sitting and staring at the walls.