Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Finding Beauty

Things are popping in the yard right now.  The Man is scurrying around spreading mulch, tilling and laying down manure in the garden, sowing seeds. Watering seedlings. 

Putting in the peas.

And putting them in again because they weren't in a straight line the first time.

Good gravy. He is a bit preoccupied with the garden.


He also had to do something about



He started building the outhouse to replace one that got destroyed a couple winters ago during a horrible blizzard. The Man's grandfather passed down a fishing cabin a short distance away. It is very rustic, almost prehistoric. It has a hand pump for water in the kitchen. And a big cast iron stove. And it had an outhouse. No one used it. It was more of a storage shed for magazines and paper goods.

But the blizzard took it away and the Man wanted it back. So he decided to build a new one. 



Let me use these words : HORRIBLE IDEA.

This thing has been gracing the backyard all winter. I see it when I come home from work. I see it when I come home from running errands. I see it whenever I drive up the road. And so does everyone around us.

I do not want it in my backyard. I do not want it in the front yard. Or the side yard.

I do not want it here or there. I do not want it anywhere.

I want it gone.

The breaking point came last week. 

I was sitting in knitting class and P, the instructor, leaned over and said to me, "Your neighbors want to know why you have an outhouse in the backyard."

That. Is. It.

The outhouse has to go.

At dinner the following evening, I told the Man and Mom we were the topic of the neighborhood because of that outhouse.

Mom got indignant and thought we should leave it there. She said,  If we want an outhouse in the back yard, who's going to stop us?

Feisty is that one.

Then she tells us that she went inside it the other day when she was cleaning out some flower beds. Just to see what it looked like.

Good grief. Someone might have seen her coming out and thought she just finished using it. I said that to her. She laughed. And then she tilted her head, You know, it might be handy to have it out there for when you can't make it into the house in time.

Gulp. I have got to get rid of this thing or it may end up a permanent fixture back there.


Last weekend I put my foot down, That outhouse has to go!

The Man, and J, and K, and I pushed and pulled and tipped and tilted. We leaned and grunted and screeched and shouted.

All to no avail. We need men. Big, strong, strapping men to come and lift this thing onto the truck to be taken away.

So it is still there. But now it is on its side, resting on a couple sawhorses, pushed up against the barn. You can only see the bottom of it from the road. I am not happy that it is still there but I am happy that it does not look like an outhouse.
All these lovely flowers help to distract me from 



Finding the beauty that surrounds me.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Stopping Time

More photos from the iPhone.

Random snippets from everyday life.

Top left is a pillow I liked. Bottom left is the Man, J, K, and my nieces being very brave standing on a log over a river. It's not a deep river. Don't worry, Sissy.

Top right is a treat K and I had last weekend when we stopped at a very delizioso Italian bakery. Middle right is the moon, silly. Doesn't everyone take pictures of the moon? Bottom right is our birthday trip to a local museum with the Man.


An attempt at haiku:

Fleeting life -
Caught by eye and lens
Stopping time.


The camera is an instrument that teaches people
how to see without a camera.
~ Dorothea Lange

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

iPhone Randomness

Not the best photo of Baby Bear, as I have been calling her lately.

She giggles every time I call her by that name.

I forget how it started. I think I referred to myself as Mama Bear one day and she became Baby Bear by default. Probably because she growls at me in the morning when I go in to her room and wish her a good day.

Not the best background. And George is out of focus. But I like her eyes. And I like her Mona Lisa smile.
I had to get some photos off my iPhone this weekend. 

Jiminy Cricket, I had almost a thousand photos on the thing.

Top left is a page of problems from a calculus class Baby Bear had this semester. Blech. That is not math. That is some sort of alternate language.There are too many letters and not enough numbers.

Bottom left is a day spent at the local art museum. Baby Bear and I love art. The Man loves art. So we go look at it when we can.

Top right is the Man using his iPhone to read a menu. He forgot his cheaters. And yup, there's an app for that.

Middle right is a cool bookmark in the lost and found at the library. Made from two pieces of material with a layer of interfacing sandwiched between them. Lots of decorative stitches in different colors hold the layers together. 

Bottom right? My favorite expression in the whole world, "Good golly, Miss Molly!"

Source: lefunny.net via Molly on Pinterest

A couple math funnies for you.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Just Because

Fairy jars.

I love having my nieces for sleepovers. I get to do all kinds of fun things. Like make ice cream salad for dinner and fairy jars just because.

If you would like to make your own fairy jar, it is so simple. Sprinkle lots of glitter into a clean, empty jar. Cut open a glow stick and carefully pour it into the jar. Seal tight and give it a good shake.

Fairy jars.
Leaving for work this morning.

Bright, sun-shiny spring morning on the back porch.


Thought for the day:

"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."  

 ~ Anais Nin 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Watching Airplanes

The Man loves, loves, loves anything to do with flight.

Air travel. Moon rockets. Dirigibles. 

You name it, he is interested in it.


Chrome was the word of the day at the local air museum. Lots of shiny, silvery, glistening chrome.
Since we were celebrating his birthday, the Man got to pick the agenda for the day.

We started out with breakfast.

Local mom and pop place. Tasty grub. The boys had the corn beef hash. I had sweet potato hash. K had peanut butter pancakes.

Not a speck left on the plates.
Next stop was the air museum.

I am not particularly interested in planes unless they pertain to me getting on them for vacation. But since I know the Man is {very} interested in planes, we lingered and looked and ooh-ed and aah-ed as long as he wanted.

After wandering around for a while, I found some old photos taken of the Wright brothers. I was more interested in the fellow in the bottom right.

A photographer.


According to the signage, these photographs were taken in 1911.
After the air museum, we stopped at an ice cream bar and lingered in the sunshine on this cool spring day, licking ice cream and crunching cones. None of us wanted the day to end, so we drove over to the airport, parked near one of the runways, and watched the planes come in.

We used to do this when J and K were small. I can see J in my mind, giddy with excitement every time a plane came in to land. He would use his hands to show us how the plane landed, with the appropriate "landing plane" noises, and would get so excited he would trip all over his words.

He was just a little guy then.


As I watching the planes, I kept thinking of this song by Gary Allan. 

Sweet song. Sad song. 

Thursday, April 18, 2013


I'm sure you can tell that my life has changed a bit.

I don't have much time to devote to blogging. 

I miss it.
Part of me says I have to stop doing so.many.things.

But how do you stop doing things you love doing? Dance lessons with the Man. Bible study with good friends. Knitting classes with more good friends. Spending time with other good friends. 

And finding time to spend with my family.

All this and work too.


It's a pickle.
I have to work on balancing my life a bit better. 
Love these guys.


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Snippets of this and that and the other

So K is teaching me something.

She got to take an art class last semester and learned a {very} creative art form using old photos, magazines, books, and other printed material.

Layer, layer, layer.


I got some wooden "IN" trays free at a tag sale my friend, D, and I went to a couple weeks ago. K and I are using these as a base for our project.

She cut out a picture of George Washington to use on her tray. I love his silhouette. You can tell it is George simply by his stance. We decided to keep him and use him to photobomb, kind of like Waldo.
My starting layer.

Love the color. Love this art form. Love spending time with K, having her teach me something.
Decorated some Easter eggs with Sissy and the girls. J colored with us this year. 

Very creative is my son, says Yoda Momma.
Darling M gave me these oh-so-pretty mercury glass eggs.

Lying on the carriage of this old typewriter, they are simply darling. Just like M.
J was so sweet to sit for me one afternoon. Granted, it only lasted about ten minutes. But that was enough time to get off a few good shots of him.
I simply can't believe he is graduating from college next month.

I just put him on the school bus yesterday.
You are a fine man, J.