My favorite picture of Stacie and the old broad.
Stacie is on the right, of course. She’s so beautiful, inside and out! I’m so blessed! <3
I need a haircut.
Sisters
Vizcaya Part II
A few years ago Mike and I took his sister to Vizcaya. There are some photos from that trip here.
This time it’s my sister visiting, so we went back! My camera has been dropped too many times, so the pictures are somewhat lacking, sorry.
Lovely inside and out, yesterday was her birthday!!
See what I mean about my camera? Half the time it wouldn’t focus. Pictures were either blown out or way too dark. Weird.
I really, really need a haircut.
Transformers
My husband found this transformative picnic table/bench on *Amazon and had to have it.
It feels more like a children’s picnic table to me, but he was so in love with it… here it is.
The thing is cute but I was hoping for something more… comfortable. 😉
*Don’t worry, no affiliate links.
Constructing a Laugh
If not ill or depressed I laugh… a lot. It’s my nature. But my sister in law, who is also the BFF, does not. Hardly ever, in fact. Well, unless she sees a video of someone falling. The sort of stuff that makes me cringe. Natural gigglers like myself can have a hard time with non-gigglers.
So I set out to make her laugh.
First, I sent this picture and wrote “I picked this flower for you”.
She replied: “NICE WEED”.
Not put off at all, the next day “Badger helping me clean up the patio” (it’s horrid, no? lots of work left to do if anyone wants to raise their hand?):
No reply at all. Now that’s just rude. At least say something about the dog’s overly long nails. (A personal peeve of hers)
She must be off her meds, so I ramp things up.
“I’m now farming hydroponically”
“YOU CRACK ME UP” says she.
Mission accomplished!
My Husband is…
Romantic. Much more so than I.
He replaced the carb in the big pressure cleaner and apparently decided a love note was in order.
I love that man.
Harley
For Lawrence!
I only rode the Sportster when oldest daughter took over the Honda. Otherwise, it was my husband’s. 😉
These pictures are from the early/mid 90’s.
New Year’s Eve
…for old people.
An iPad, a comfortable bed and a snoring Dachshund.
Welcome to 2022!
In the Gloaming
For the first time in my life I’m happy Christmas is over.
It was tough, to say the least. I didn’t cook. Family left early. A card was sent apologizing.
You know that time at sunset when the color flares bright then gradually begins to fade? It’s my least favorite time.
In fact, I like sunrises better.
Surviving
I’m having a difficult time this Christmas. It’s like going through menopause again: sadness, hysteria, anger, bursting into tears for no reason… I was sad when my adoptive parents passed, but losing my father is something completely different. And I only had him for three years! (Here comes the anger again.)
Thought it was getting better but it’s worse. Maybe after Christmas?
Many years ago after a breakup I was gifted the book “How to Survive the Loss of a Love”. It helped immensely and found it was good for other losses as well. Just ordered a new copy.