Mike’s Hobby
My husband Mike can’t stop working. His brain, anyway. A well known problem solver among his peers, the man’s mind works problems in his sleep. We’re completely different, of course. My dreams are frothy, happy things. A problem in my dream world becomes a nightmare.
He’s a genius, of course, and can do anything. Fix anything. So when the man wants to do something besides work… it’s a really good thing!
Enter woodworking. (I know; it’s work too.) He’s just getting started but instead of simply buying the tools guess what he’s doing…?? Making them, of course. And making stands for them to sit on and twirl around on…. yeah, genius.
When he saw me bookmarking risers in my Amazon list he proclaimed his intent to make one and I said ‘ok’ but had reservations. Silly me.
This is a shot of the riser he made me for the new bathroom.
Isn’t it sweet?
There have been other hobbies (that he tries to turn into work) but I hope he sticks with this one. After all, we have another bathroom to renovate.
Hair
Hadn’t even washed my face this morning when I took this, which accounts for the Lone Ranger look… but dadgum someone needs to give me a hair cut!!
Long hair on young people is wonderful; on old people it can be… ridiculous. I’m feeling ridiculous.
Pretty
Sunday was my birthday and it was wonderful, owing entirely to my husband, sister and daughter. (OD as some of you know her.)
Wow, the years fly by, don’t they? One day you’re young and fit and have so much energy.. and the next 70 is trying to steamroll your a$$. 😉
Edited to add the Gerbera Daisy.
V Day
When my husband arrived home last night he was greeted with a minor emergency: “Water was pouring out of the doohickey under the sink so I turned it off. OH, and the disposal won’t work.”
He had to run out for a new disposal and didn’t finish until nearly 10:00p.
I felt pretty bad for him, but not nearly as sorry as I felt this morning upon finding two cards, two boxes of chocolates and roses.
I love this man more than anyone else on earth. He didn’t try to vacillate or put anything off, he set right to work on the problem like it was the most fun he’d had seen since his Navy days.
This wonderful man realizes that every little thing I do for him is out of love. I know that the only reason why he still works is to keep us in food and kibble.
We’ve been married for over 30 years and each day with him is sweeter. I thank God for him so often the good Lord is probably tired of me.
He’s also pretty cute. 😉
Big bada Boom
I hate fireworks. Not a city or county’s organized exhibitions – or even a rock star’s pyrotechnics – but the absurd dynamiting done by my neighbors.
If annihilation is their ultimate goal, the idiots made a good start last night. My house shook several times.
The noises used to be fireworks, sparklers for the kids, things of that nature.. and even some gunfire. I’d like to tell them that what goes up ultimately comes down…
The exceptionally loud noises had nothing to do with pretty lights in the sky. I cannot understand why they favor them… as they probably would never understand my viewpoint.
My stance? I was huddled in bed with two terrified dogs (Daisy has never cared – until last night) and a Navy veteran who thought the sounds were very much like being depth charged by a Russian sub.
I am not fucking amused.
Re-Bound
Though I feel 25 and act my shoe size, the actual digits are 65. There it is, the secret again: old people are simply young people in crappy bodies.
It’s incredibly difficult to remember my age when making purchases. For instance, I saw a small, indoor trampoline (they call them ‘rebounders’ now) being used on YouTube and HAD to have one.
When my superior specimen arrived… well, my husband had a small coronary. You see, he knows me. We’ve been together for quite some time and in his mind I’d go re-bounding off that thing and into a wood chipper. Yes, that was my plan all along.
NOT. For goodness sake’s I think I can avoid wood chippers. And the glass closet doors. Yes, old house. 😉
So after a week of first class avoidance, he put it together for me. Under protest. Muttering things like “we need to update our wills”.
Y’all, it’s SO MUCH FUN!!! I was twisty bouncing and leg up/leg down bouncing and just convinced this thing would be the best addition to my work out routine ever!!!
I have three herniated discs.
Oh, I know what to do for them… the cervical hanger/inversion table/Advil season is in full swing and I’m guessing the little rebounder will be given to one of the kids or grandkids. Which is a shame; it really is fun…
Yellow Roses
God bless my husband! Yellow because I’m from Texas, naturally.
Last night was rushed, so I didn’t take the time to pull the outer petals or trim the stems. Hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!
Bamboo
Not what I’m supposed to be buying (pollinators), but the bamboo will go on the patio for ambiance. Right now the back patio is an urban desert containing a grill and a table and chair set that was old when we bought the place 20 years ago.
Pollinators when I can get to Home Depot with the man.
New Year’s Eve
…for old people.
An iPad, a comfortable bed and a snoring Dachshund.
Welcome to 2022!
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