When In Doubt, DIY
I’m ashamed to admit that we’ve lived here for 15 years and for all that time the pantry has been a large crap closet. Really; there were no shelves inside when we moved in so we just threw a bunch of crap inside and shut the doors.
I had no real pantry. SO, we decided there should be one.
The nasty start. There were 2x2s on the walls to hold shelves, but those had to come off. And the doors that had been painted 17 times… gone!
This is the kind of crap I had to deal with; they’d never actually painted the primed cement.
Hey You!
Daisy Maisy Dixie Grace, hunting. Call her name and you get the head spin.😉
Neighbors
My next door neighbors have a fabulous yard, replete with many flowering plants. Unlike me, the black thumbed. Oh, I can grow aloe and ivy… easy, hard to kill stuff. They, however, must know the secret.
I have the same plants that flourish on their lot but perish (with extreme prejudice) on mine. It’s crazy.
But I get to appreciate their efforts as they grow onto my postage stamp sized piece of real estate.
I can’t grow hibiscus, but theirs is robust… and trying to come visit. Hope he makes it.
Likewise the bougainvillea is going gangbusters where mine never really got off the ground.
I fully expect to see the part of their plants on my side of the fence attacked by all manner of insects and mold.
23 Years
Mike and I have been married for 23 years… yesterday. He surprised me by coming home last night with two boxes of chocolate, two cards, a dozen roses and three dinners from Flannigan’s. What can I say? The man knows I love my food. Their ribs are delish!
He read my earlier post and felt… bad? Sorry for me? He’s such a sweetheart and I’m so grateful for him.
But I got happy in the same shorts I got sad in, darlin’. Not your fault at all. I love you for many reasons, including caring for me and my feelings. But listen, you can bring me ribs any time!!🙂
Love you, always.
Completely Different
Yet the same.
So This Happened.
I went in for a yearly physical (they used to call it ‘well woman’) couple weeks ago. The Nurse Practitioner who usually saw me had been sacked so the Actual Doctor and I met.
Hate when that happens. The NP and I had carved out our 10 minute-at-a-time friendship over years. We laughed, we cried. She was fast and honest and not afraid to listen or call me out on silly bullshit. And isn’t that what everyone needs?
Cloudy With A Chance of Cotton Balls
We live in south Florida and the sunsets are usually something special, but there were several kinds of interesting clouds last night… including mammatus.
Took these with my phone since it was to hand. But… don’t know if the camera would have been any better. Wish I would have done a pano!!
Is This Thing Still On?
I’d never have forgotten about this space years ago, when blogging was such a community affair. But I did. A sign that I need to close up shop for good? We’ll see.
Spring.
Identification
Could be a moth, could be a butterfly in the skipper family. Anyway, it was perched upon my plumeria this monring.
