Wednesday, March 18, 2015


"In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to love."

Actually, that's not the right quote.  The line is from the poem "Locksley Hall" by Lord Alfred Tennyson.  It goes  --

"In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love" ...

It's a charming phrase, but not that happy a poem.  Read it if you must, but you may need a drink afterward, or at least a stroll on the moors.

My thoughts are lightly turning to spring, or at least they're trying to.

I'm thinking of spring cleaning ...

 and cleaning out the front closet ...
and bringing my herb garden back to life ...

which I guess I could start by just putting away the garbage can that was rolling around in the driveway in the high winds of yesterday.  I'd also like to put a window box here ...

to grow some parsley and cilantro that the bunnies and hedgehogs can't get to. 

Oh dear.  I'm expecting a lot of spring.  I'm going to need a drink AND a walk on the moors.  I know just wine I'm going to choose to get me in the mood for warmer weather ...

I tried it last week.  It's delicious.  Cheers!

Thursday, March 12, 2015


I've been thinking about getting on Instagram.  It would give me an opportunity to post more pictures and captions, which I sometimes have the urge to do ... without going into an entire blogpost.

I also sometimes have the urge to clean my teen's room.

But then it passes.

But the Instagram urge has not passed.  So I tried to download it onto my computer.  Then the computer told me very nicely that I needed to first connect my Android device to my computer.

This is how you know you're old.  You're computer has to tell you stuff like that.

So I got my phone and then I got the urge to take a picture of myself in my Mom jeans.

Like them?  I decorated them myself.  They're actually a pair of boys' jeans that my kids out grew and I "adapted" for myself.

This is how you know you're old, you think that just sewing a couple of flowers on some boys jeans makes you look cool.

BTW, you would not believe how hard it was to take a selfie of my jeans.  How do all these celebs take naked selfies?  Do they use a selfie stick?  And if so, don't they feel weird waving the stick around while posing in the buff?  Aren't they cold during all that posing?

This is how you know you are old, thinking about a naked selfie just makes you feel chilly.

Anyway ... I downloaded the app, read the Terms and Conditions (NOT) and signed in.  I have two followers so far.  I don't know who they are.

I hope they like Mom jeans.

Monday, March 2, 2015


My laundry table is like a dating site for socks.  They show up, single, and looking for a match.

The dominant sock is a white, athletic, tall sock.  But we welcome all colors and sizes to the dating table. 

You don't have to be perfect, either.  You can have a little hole in the ankle area or some loose threads, and still find a match for yourself. You can even be stained.  But if you have a hole in your toe or heel, you're out.  Sorry.  Actually, that's how many of our socks become single.  Their mates got a hole in the toe and well, they had to go.

Whoa!  This little gal appears to be lost. Gardening Gloves need to head to the garage, where they can take their own chance on happiness.

Here at my laundry table we try very hard to get a match for everybody.  You are allowed to linger for a long time waiting for your match.  Some people might call that disorganization or sloppiness.  I call it tender patience.

And usually, you do find a sole mate.

These two are living happily ever after.

Until the next laundry day.

Sunday, February 22, 2015


Tulips are my favorite flower.  I love their simple green stems and their brilliantly colored petals.  But the reason I really love them is that they move.  They bend toward light.

These flowers were upright when I went to bed.  But when I got up in the morning, they were leaning toward a big window.

Did you know that tulips still grow after they are cut?  Yes, they can grow up to one inch after they are cut.

It's wonderful what you can learn by pretending to write a book but instead just spending a bunch of time clicking around all over eHow.

Wishing you some sun to bend toward today.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


I really needed to get my paper clutter under control.  There were stacks of paper everywhere:  newspaper clippings, flyers, permission slips, homework, bills, recipes, insurance statements, college brochures, bills, applications, lists, receipts, forms, bills.

Sometimes you couldn't even find a place to sit.  Or put your feet up.

Then I got this idea from a magazine.  A storage ottoman ...

Refitted to hold files.

I bought those inserts and files at the Container Store, and ottoman is from Target.  I am super organized now!

Except for this little stack on the dining room table.

And I promise I'm getting to that right away. 

Yours in clutter,

Friday, December 5, 2014


I just wanted to whiten my teeth.  It seems like everyone these days has freakishly white teeth.  As if their mouths had never enjoyed coffee or red wine or blueberry pie.  I love all those things, especially coffee.

I've used Crest whitestrips before, and they're great.  Costco has a great deal on them.

Crest 3D White Advanced Vivid Whitestrips & Stain Shield
You get two different boxes in this package!  So the whole family can whiten for one low, low price.  But first we have to get the package open.

After 10 minutes, a pair of scissors and 2 paper cuts ...

I got it open.  Is all that wrapping necessary?  Are yellow-toothed thieves rampantly sneaking strips out of the package, thereby behooving Crest to swath them in impenetrable cardboard?

Whatever.  I whitened.   


Monday, November 17, 2014


Recently, Baxter needed some meds.  He had some stomach distress, and as soon as that was cleared up, he started itching uncontrollably and needed more treatment, which meant he had to take a lot of different pills.  And he had to wear the Cone of Shame.

He does not like the Cone of Shame.

He doesn't like pills much, either.  I used some leftovers to "hide" the pills. 
This is some chicken, which I tried to make into a little pocket to hold the pills.  He didn't fall for that.

He ate the chicken and spit the pill out, clean as a whistle.  I know they make actual "Pill Pockets" for pet medicine, but I didn't have any.  I resorted to peanut butter, which worked quite well.

But for the ultimate in doggie pill-giving, you can't beat ...

Liverwurst.  Any dog I've ever known will gulp down whatever you wrap in this stuff.  Some humans think it is delicious spread on toast, but I won't say who.  So ... Baxter, what do you think of pills now?

Happy Monday!