Progress Continues Apace

The Man knocked down the concrete structure yesterday – so quickly I’d no time to film him.

He is now digging out concrete slab. Didn’t need to; just having fun!

I did the pressure cleaning.

In related home news, the bugger behind us has almost completely de-nuded his yard and taken all our shade away.

AND put a dent in our fence. Sigh. Sometimes living on a postage stamp makes me a bit crazy…

Just

…another day in paradise*.

The old, busted chain link monstrosity needed to be ripped up to make way for our new pvc fence. The ficus and areca had grown among the links for 20 years, weaving their roots so inexorably through the thing that even a chain threaded through them and hooked to my Grand Cherokee broke under the pressure of trying to extricate them. Twice.

Our tree guys (NOT our tree guys anymore, even though we’d been good customers for over 10 fecking years!) wouldn’t go near it, not wanting to damage their equipment. Really?

Enter… the Man! He of sawsall, chainsaw and whatever those other saw thingamys are. He did succeed in getting the chain link up but I’m telling you; it was dang struggle.

He assesses the situation and proceeds to dig deep into his tool box.

Things happen, albeit slowly. There is hope. Until… (you saw this coming, right?) the fence lady came by today and told him that the roots had to be removed two feet under the ground.

Enter her tree guy, who is happy to do the work… after they mark the yard for utilities. Bless his heart.

Next time, tune in for the Man knocking down a concrete structure to make way for the new fence. That will occur this coming weekend and I’m thinking of filming part of it.

Everything done, the fence will go in next week! At my age I’m not holding my breath. Whenever is good enough for me, just get it right. Right?

*I am drowning in sarcasm today. Help me.

Remember


I took this early one morning on the beach… many years ago. It’s been living on my desktop, prodding me to remember things I’d forget as the days go by..

Such as… we are not alone -we are never alone. We have family, friends, all the saints in heaven, guardian angels, not to mention the Holy Trinity and our heavenly Mother, Mary.

And it always reminds me that 99% of the time, we have no control… over anything. Drink that in and ponder on how short life can be.. I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying my time on this rock, grateful for what’s been given and what’s been earned… and even taken away.

Hope you are, too.

We’re praying for those afflicted with COVID and the souls of the departed. Our emergency services, medical staff, military and grocery stores that keep us fed.

God bless us, everyone.

Another Day

Yup, this is me. At 62. The year’s not been good to me and 63 swiftly approaches… probably on the wings of a big, fat tree roach.

Right after a haircut… and red spot above left eye is where the dermatologist burned something off.

Yes, kids, something else to look forward to as you age, apart from mottled, wrinkly skin and ever-growing ears… people cutting and burning parts of you off… roughly twice a year.

I took this because my dad wanted to see my haircut, which is the same as the prior 2, 479 haircuts. Still.

But another day above ground, as they say, is a good day.

My Poor Mother

Look at those feet!

Though she wasn’t my biological mother, I still want my mommy when sick or hurt. She passed in 2005, but the child inside me never gives up the need for her mama. Much like saying a Hail Mary and asking the holy mother for help… but I mainly call on my mom for… food. Do you think she spoiled me a bit?

I slipped a disc early Monday morning. What did I desire more than anything (other than a new spine)? When the man asked what I needed -he is incredible- my answer stunned: “My mother to rise from her grave and make me a pot of chicken and dumplings”.

Rose could make ambrosia out of dirt. She never taught me how to cook; don’t know why, but at least I’ve picked up a few things. One of them is her recipe (not really; she never needed one) for Custard Pie. Simple, with few ingredients, I crave it sometimes. Today is one of those days.

3 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 pint milk
nutmeg

Mix together and pour into an unbaked pie shell. Bake in 300° oven for 1 hour, or until crust is set.

Guess I don’t have to ask her to rise from the dead today. (That feels blasphemous) But tomorrow I might have a hankering for her Liver and Onions…

A Promise

…then it started pouring again.

Christmas Eve saw us in a hotel room after eating warmed up Campbell’s soup from a Circle K. Surreal, but we were able to see family for Christmas so it was worth it.

We drove back down I95 and grabbed the dogs from the ‘spa’. It’s nice to be home.