112 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 3-11-17

  1. NOT FAIR!
    Aj put this up last night. He’s still asleep.
    Same for Donna. But Donna gets a pass because west coasters never get a chance.
    It was only 9:32 when she posted.

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  2. Good morning. Sorry I’ve been MIA. I’m okay–just a lot going on….
    Connie is not going to El Salvador…it’s a long story, but basically the gangs have made it unsafe for her to venture home. MS 13 is in control of the area she is from….

    Kim: I’ve been praying for you and BG. How are y’all?

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  3. I came on here, saw the bluebird was still here and thought, “Oh, AJ hasn’t posted yet! Maybe I can be first!” And then I saw that 3/11 was here and thought, “Yes! I got here just as he was posting; he just hasn’t changed the photo yet!” But before I could click on the thread to open it, I saw it had 4 posts. And, as I opened it, the first one was Donna. “What on earth?”

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  4. Cheryl, I thought the same thing. Especially since I was up early in the six o’clock hour (Central time), and AJ tends to post later on Saturdays. Except when I saw that there were seven posts, I thought, I’m not first — might as well read the posts from yesterday’s threads that weren’t there last night when I went to bed.

    Good morning everyone. Kim, how is BG doing this morning? Prayers for you both.

    DJ, sorry about all the house business troubles. It’s hard when so many things are going wrong at once. And when a “helpful” person turns out to be not really that. You know who I mean, and who I *don’t* mean. πŸ™‚

    Ann/Anonymous, good to see you again. I’m glad to hear Connie is still with you, though I’m sorry about all the gang troubles in her home area. Scary. And I’m glad to hear you’re OK. I hadn’t seen you around here much, and tried emailing you at the end of February, but immediately got a “Mail Delivery Failure” notice in my inbox. I’ve been praying for you. Thanks for the update.

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  5. 6Arrows: thanks for remembering me in your prayers. I so appreciate them.
    Also, not sure why you got an email failure notice–my email is the same

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  6. They never brought a cot. I spent half the night in an old, worn out recliner that doesn’t recline and have decided I don’t like the night nurse we have had the past two nights. I have now spent more nights in a hospital than I ever want to do again and I haven’t washed my hair since Wednesday night.
    BG? It is about her isn’t it? She also had a rough night and was p I ked and prodded moat of the night. She is currently sleeping peacefully which only means someone will be her soon to poke at her. I am glad we were here last night as she still had quite a bit of pain.

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  7. I felt we should give the west coasters a chance for First! for a change. Attagirl Donna!

    I did intend to sleep in too, but I didn’t really sleep in, not for lack of trying. It’s just hard to do when you wake up with not one, but two cats on your chest wanting food. πŸ™‚

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  8. DJ–I hate ceramic floors in the kitchen. Anything, but plastic will break when dropped. If you stand for a long time or walk around a lot, you will be sore. Ceramic does not give at all. Furthermore, you must make sure the floor is prepped properly, since it will break if the floor is not perfectly smooth and level underneath. I do like ceramic in some other areas–like the entry way.

    I know several people with wood and they like them. Wood does have to be kept dry and clean. That is the one drawback. It does not do well where dog’s water dishes are kept, if you have a sloppy drinker.

    So–put that in your real estate friend’s ear. πŸ˜‰

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  9. We were laughing at Garfield and husband about that comic. He was bemoaning the weather and I mentioned, you do know it is still winter and Spring has not even begun yet. You can’t really expect summer weather now.

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  10. Ann, I just retried your email. I think your middle initial got left out when I tried emailing you February 28. Looks like, from this end, my email today did go through. πŸ˜‰

    You’re welcome on the prayers! Take care.

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  11. Amigos are here, hauling all the bedroom furniture into the living room so there is even more of a mess. This job won’t be pretty, but there are 3 of them so hoping 3 (maybe 2?) days ? I’ve been pushed into the kitchen with the dogs and my iPad

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  12. Before they came (an hour earlier than expected) I’d already been in there getting the more random stuff out

    I may send photos!

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  13. So glad BG (and mama) can hopefully get some rest this weekend – prayers for a full and fast and complication-free recovery

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  14. Well I remember daughter wearing a metal bowl over her head when they were constructing in the next room and she was baking pies for Thanksgiving. One of the guys with the nail gun did not know what he was doing apparently and kept missing. Nails flying across the room. Finally somebody stepped up and told him how to use it safely.

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  15. I have a metal colander that might fit

    Crashing galore in there, the sky is falling

    And to think I felt bad because I hadn’t had time to sweep the floor in there before they came

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  16. Of course, all the patio furniture is buried so only ‘chair’ is the old toilet that’s in the backyard waiting for someone someday to haul it away

    Keeping it classy around here, we are

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  17. Still thinking of whether to make the move to the city. Ugh. But, in five years, am I still going to want to climb around the roof in winter to clean the chimney? How about digging ditches to keep the driveway intact? Putting up fences? Yes, if the alternative is living in a city. But there is daughter….

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  18. Mumsee, I don’t know how old you are. But I understand Mike is retired military.
    The point is. You may soon start thinking of a situation where you don’t have to climb around of roofs.
    Before I left H’ville, I paid a guy $125 to do something I would have done myself five years ago.

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  19. Big bag of plaster just hauled out — I had to make a rush trip to Home Depot to buy the ceiling fan and light they’re going to put in. They suggested doing those modern recessed lights in the ceiling but I already want to get rid of those in the kitchen, not the style of the house at all. So I bought a smallish fan (would have liked it bigger, but no time really to go anywhere else — this one’s 44″) that has a really pretty old-fashioned center light.

    Oh, more crashing. They must now be taking down the wood lathe underneath.

    But I have to say they’re making good time, it’s not even 9:30 a.m. here. It would be great if they could finish this within the weekend.

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  20. Mumsee, fun nail gun story.

    And very snuggly looking kitties, so peaceful. Annie by now, I think, has run away from home.

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  21. Chas, watching your story, and Linda’s, and various others, makes me want to get the move done before it has to be done. But daughter says I will always have a home in her house so that is not a problem if I overwait. And these children are at the age when country life is phenomonal. Especially with some of their issues, as Six can attest to. I am fifty nine, born when you got married, in fifty seven. Hence the games with the number fifty seven.

    I figure I have at least ten good years of work ahead of me, barring unforeseen, but based on my dad’s longevity and ability to work, like yours until the eighties started slowing things down. But husband has a serious complication with that arthritis, though he builds things here, I am the maintainer. So, it seriously could be time.

    And then, as Michelle knows, there is the granddaughter….but wouldn’t the grands love to have a summer on the farm now and then? I don’t know. I used to take my children and nieces and nephews out to the mountains for camping for weeks at a time and they all have wonderful memories of it.

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  22. The gun nail story was not funny! those things get people killed.
    After watching Kathleena”s 9:57, you get a chance to hear Roy Clark again.
    I love that steel.

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  23. Mumsee, I remember ’57 now. Another ten to fifteen years is about right.
    after that, have low maintenance. But I still like to be doing something.
    My reading now is very limited and that bothers me.

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  24. I did not think it funny when I was hearing nails pling into the wall across the house from where they were working. It was handled and in retrospect, it was funny to see daughter with the bowl on her head, as if that would save her.

    Husband got very much into the face of one of our youngsters who was misusing a nail gun, years later, on a project they were doing. All of the boys got their attention back on the job and were more careful ever after.

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  25. I got a surprise today. I usually don’t see my front yard in daylight this time of year. Or at least, I don’t notice the curb as it is downhill from the house.

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  26. Oh well. We have narcissus or daffodils growing along the street in front of our house. I don’t know one from the other.

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  27. Maybe this time.

    I got a surprise today. I usually don’t see my front yard in daylight this time of year. Or at least, I don’t notice the curb as it is downhill from the house.

    BTW -AJ if this works you can delete my previous 3 comments. If this doesn[‘t work you can delete it and the first two.

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  28. I’m trying to picture DJ with a metal colander on her head (and hoping no nail goes through one of the colander holes). πŸ˜‰

    Mumsee, yes, it is very much a blessing living out in the country with children, and I think it’s especially beneficial to special-needs youngsters. The problem we have here is that 5th Arrow is afraid of a lot of aspects of the outdoors. 😦 He’s overcome, by God’s grace, a lot of the phobias that once plagued him, and some of his outdoor fear is diminishing now, too — s-l-o-w-l-y — but we’ve still got quite a ways to go. I guess that could be a prayer request, as I don’t believe I’ve mentioned it on here before.

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  29. “I’m trying to picture DJ with a metal colander on her head (and hoping no nail goes through one of the colander holes)” — there’s even a decorative one from my mom, white with little flowers all over it.

    Then I can sit outside on the old toilet to complete the picture.

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  30. Makes me want to be more south right now. We had below zero again. It is deceiving to look out the window. The beautiful sunshine and blue sky fools you until you walk out the door.

    We are getting close to the point of thinking like mumsee and Chas. My dad never got to that point. He managed to do most of his own work until he died. My brothers and sister were close enough to help with some things. We also helped when we visited or were called. He bought some expensive equipment to do some of that work. He couldn’t bring himself to hire anything done.

    I can already see my husband will be finding many things to be too of a challenge. OTOH, he has a whole shop full of violin making tools. I am not sure what we would do with those. They will probably not be easy to sell.

    I can see pro and con of moving to an easier maintenance home. Having to maintain it, though, and having room to putz in the garden can be good exercise. Having stairs makes you get more exercise. Same with a lawn to mow and snow to remove.

    Add in young children and you have a lot more to think about. Prayers for wisdom, mumsee.

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  31. Six, when we first got our first bundle of children, they were terrified of the outdoors. They would not leave the deck. We put up the deer fence around all five acres and nothing could stop them from their freedom.

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  32. That was fast, Donna. Lots of storage room up there . . .

    Mumsee, all I can say is having to sit out active behavior for five weeks because I fell on my ribs, is making me rethink a lot. I went down the water slide on Thursday and bumped them again. Sore that night, but okay today. We’ll see what happens when I go body surfing. I’m moving far more cautiously than I thought. 😦

    I’m only a year older than you. But I expect to return to Zumba when I get home.

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  33. Chas- I copied the URL of a picture on Twitter and pasted it into the comment box. I tried the Facebook picture, but it didn’t seem to work this time.

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  34. Insulation is going in now that they’re back from lunch … Cowboy managed to get out earlier today, one of the guys must have left the gate open, but I noticed his absence and found him on my first go-around in the Jeep around the block. Now I’m keeping a very close eye on him.

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  35. On FB, Ricky noted that it should be “public” on your share setting — then you right click on the post, hit “copy link,” come over here, right click again, hit paste and, voila!

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  36. I’m sorry to lose the plaster ceiling, love the look of plaster, but I still have the walls and ceilings everywhere else. This ceiling had just seen it’s day and plaster really is too heavy for ceilings a lot of times. This one had been compromised by a leak in my previous roof over the years, patching it seemed to work fine for a while but it eventually became just to “saggy” and cracked to easily fix.

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  37. I’m not on facebook nor twitter.
    That’s my problem.
    DIL talked me out of getting Alexa or Amazon Prime. I don’t get anything but Kindle books from Amazon. And I can Google for anything I want to know.

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  38. Massive dry wall panels being carted through the house now.

    Cowboy got out again, retrieved him pretty quickly this time and am keeping him on leash in the house next to me — workers seem to forget about ALWAYS closing and making sure that gate is latched.

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  39. Good for her. Did she explain Siri to you and get her activated so she can recognize your voice or figure that was more trouble than it was worth?

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  40. Wow, they’re done, very fast workers. They still need to put primer coat on and install fan. Since he also does foundation repair, I’m going to set up a time for him to come over next week to check it out, get a 3rd opinion.

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  41. Well, that was fun. Had orchestra rehearsal for tomorrow’s concert this afternoon. We stopped halfway through for a short break, and the power went out. The room we play in has windows, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the conductor was on the elevator when the power went out. So, one of the more experienced musicians (we have some professional musicians come to fill in the gaps in the orchestra) took over conducting, until it got too dark to see and too cold to safely play the instruments. The conductor still wasn’t out by the time we left…
    Hope the power is back by tomorrow – only the university was affected.

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  42. Oh no, I hope he was able to get help to get him out of the elevator. That can really be scary. Was he alone in there?

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  43. Mumsee, did you get a photo? I’ve only seen bighorn sheep once, a small flock of them, out the window of a Greyound bus. No chance to take a photo, but it was thrilling; that’s one animal I’d never considered seeing in the wild. (I was about 20.)

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  44. DJ, we empathize with your upside-down home, only in this case we weren’t hiring it done. My son-in-law came over to help strip wallpaper; daughter was supposed to help, too, but she ended up having to work. But we had paper fragments everywhere and the furniture all akimbo since last night, and we didn’t finish the living room. (We did get more than halfway done. But we’re going to do the bathroom, too, while we’re at it–though my in-laws did it, and they did it right, for ease of removal, and it’s a much smaller room.)

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  45. Mumsee. I don’t have Siri. I saw something that calls itself Safari. it has something to do with Google. I didn’t go any farther. Likely won’t.

    Phos. This was before your time, but years ago, early sixties, the power went out all over NYC. People were stuck in elevators for a long time. Forgot how long it was. Someone ask Alxa. Can you imagine the discomfort?

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  46. From Google:

    The Northeast blackout of 1965 was a significant disruption in the supply of electricity on Tuesday, November 9, 1965, affecting parts of Ontario in Canada and Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, and Vermont in the United States. Over 30 million people and 80,000 square miles (207,000 km2) were left without electricity for up to 13 hours

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  47. Chas, I hate elevators as it is. To be stuck in one would be my worst nightmare. However, I know the elevator he was stuck in, and it is pretty much the only way to get to a certain floor (there has to be some kind of fire escape, but I don’t know where it are) in a poorly designed building.

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  48. So, Peter, we aren’t your friends?

    I was stuck in an elevator at college once; I don’t remember if it was just me or one other person, but it seems like it might have been just me. It was maybe 15 or 20 minutes, not a terribly long time, but I needed to go to the bathroom a little bit, and it occurred to me that being stuck on an elevator for a couple of hours might be a very, very unpleasant experience!

    In my dorm building (which wasn’t where I was), it wasn’t uncommon for elevators to be stuck for a few minutes, and commonly it would be between floors. The doors would be open and you could see half of the elevator full of people, bottom half or top half. It was generally only a few minutes and they’d get it up and running. One time one guy in it didn’t want to wait that long, so he decided to jump out, and I was scared that if he aimed his jump wrong, he might end up in the shaft under the elevator! (Remember he couldn’t jump straight out; the top half of his body was behind a door, and he had to jump/slide out through the open bottom half, and land on the floor several feet below.)

    One summer I stayed in a building that had about 20 floors and three elevators. I was on the top floor. Some teenagers were staying on lower floors, and they enjoyed the sensation of jumping while the elevator was moving (which I hear produces a feeling of weightlessness), but doing so kept breaking the elevators. Finally the maintenance crew said they wouldn’t fix them again until the teenagers left–really they should have simply programmed them not to stop on the floors the teens were on, and told them they had to take the stairs. For the rest of the week, we were down to one elevator, people were riding “up” elevators when they wanted to go down just to get inside them, and if you wanted an elevator from the top floor it was a half hour wait to get one that wasn’t already full of people who really wanted to go down. But it was way, way too many stairs for me (bad knees), so I had to do the long wait and hope that third elevator didn’t break. It didn’t seem fair to punish the college students for what the high school students did, since we were the ones with jobs and schedules and we were on the top two floors and most in need of the elevator! But they learned their lesson enough they didn’t break that last elevator, and after a few days the kids were gone and we got our three elevators again.

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  49. 12-18 inches? After a warm start to March? That stinks. It’s like thinking your mommy is going to buy you a puppy and she gets you a kitten. 😦

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  50. Yes, Cheryl. You guys are my friends, but on FB I limit contacts to family and a few people I know personally.

    And when I was a Janitor in a dormitory there were a couple of times I had to rescue people in stuck elevators.

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  51. Peter, don’t try to make excuses. If we aren’t your friends, we aren’t your friends. It’s not like we ever thought you actually cared about us, anyway. πŸ˜‰

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  52. What a long, tiring day. And I couldn’t find my bedding (I also see where the antique “spool” bed I have has some broken slats and probably overall isn’t in the best of shape).

    The ceiling fan and light work (though I had to reverse the direction of the fan blades to make it cool, it was pushing air up which made it feel very sultry and warm.

    The workers were here from 7:30 a.m. to about 7:30 p.m., I felt they could have been better about helping me get things put back into the room (I finally asked them to at least pull in the heavy dresser & trunk). They also knocked off a spool trim from the bed (it can be fixed with glue, it actually happened before) but I really thought they should have taken care of that since they broke it while they were moving it.

    And despite my having told them several times, they were careless about leaving the back gate ajar. Cowboy took off 4 times (and 4 times I gathered him up into the Jeep and got him home without incident). The gate is tricky, hard to fully latch, and I understand they need to get in and out with big materials. I did my best to keep a close eye on Cowboy and even leashed him a couple times. But wherever he saw an opportunity, off he went (and I was having lots of distractions throughout the day, of course, so in just a very few minutes he could be a block away before I realized he wasn’t around — again).

    They charged more than the estimate by a pretty good chunk, but I think that largely was due to the added work with putting in the light/fan — and the fact that they got the job done unexpectedly in just one day was a real help to me. It was a long, hard job.

    The bedroom is at least partially put back together again but I shifted things around and I think I like it this way better.

    Anyway, now it’s almost midnight (due to the time change) and I’m really beat.

    To try to unwind, I thought I’d start watching “This is Us” from season 1 tonight on Hulu, but for some reason the shows kept buffering which was very annoying. I got through 4 episodes when I sent in a live chat for help to Hulu and was on that for maybe 30 minutes with no resolution. She gave me a credit, said it may just be an intermittent problem, and I should unplug the power again to see if that helps jump start it.

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  53. One advantage to a small church: We moved our meeting one hour later for the sake of the family with an infant and a toddler. Little ones don’t understand that silly time change.

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  54. Well, I’m taking the morning off from church after dragging out of bed (fairly late, at 8:30 a.m.) only to be greeted in the living room by bags and bags of stuff that had been hauled out of the bedroom the day before.

    Shocking.

    Can’t live with that. So I’ve been sorting through everything since then, getting a huge laundry pile as a result, some throw-away things and some more give-away things. Just sat down for the first time to have some coffee.

    My bed is not in good shape (the frame, it’s an antique wooden bed (size is called a 3/4, between a single and a double sized bed nowadays) my mom picked up at a garage sale and had refinished for me when I moved into my own — sans a roommate for the first time — apartment in the mid 1980s). I love that bed and the connection it has to my mom. On the other hand, I’d certainly love a new queen sized bed, too.

    For now, I’ll have to see if someone can come in and fix the existing frame (broken slats and, it looks like, a broken side board which is probably the bigger issue. No wonder I felt like I my head and shoulders were always lower than the rest of me). Until then, I’ll stay on the side that’s in better shape. I do have my mom’s old single bed (new mattress and box springs put on it when I moved into this house) in the spare room, so that’s my backup I suppose.

    Solving one problem always turns up 2 more around here, it seems.

    The guy from yesterday, meanwhile, says he’s done foundation work so he’s going to be in touch to come over some morning this week to go under the house & take pics, tell me what he thinks is wrong and what needs to be done. Still waiting for bid #2 on that which I should receive on Monday via email (he’ll be #3).

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  55. It was a very foggy morning here today, we’re still in almost summer-like weather for the next week, though, in the low to mid 70s (which feels even warmer to us after all the cold rain we’ve had this winter).

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  56. I also seem to be gathering “things” that workers leave behind (sometimes they gather them up later if and when they return for something else). This morning there are a couple new-to-me brooms & a sweatshirt added to the existing patio pile. I’ll try to remember to mention that when he comes back to look at the foundation.

    There also is a collection of plumbing things, an electrical kit/tool box (I think that belongs to real estate pal, will have to ask him today if he’s at the dog park).

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  57. Akimbo. Now there’s a word you don’t see every day. I used to read Kathleen Woodiwiss she always had her heroines with their arms akimbo. My favorite was Ashes in the Wind. It is about a young woman who is displaced by the Civil War and runs away pretending to be a boy. I see the publishing date was 1979

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  58. Chas is getting snow. We missed it. We’re on the edge of the next round. It will probably miss us altogether.

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  59. I was stuck on an elevator once. I think I told the story here before. It was at the public library and we had the baby in a stroller, so took the library in and out. The elevator was only going up a half floor to an outside door. The funny part was when I kept calling on the phone that was in the elevator and hooked up to the front desk. I kept getting a message the library was closed. It helpfully also gave me the library hours. Finally, we just started pounding on the door and yelling. That did it. The librarian (an acquaintance) came over and shouted back, asking if we were stuck. We affirmed that and she shouted, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” That made us laugh. Where could we go?

    Chas–Safari is just a way to get on the internet. You can hit that and then put in where you want to go.

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  60. We got just a little snow early this morning
    I’m not sure I want to go where Safari takes me.
    I can Google almost everything.
    My right ear gets pinging from my hearing aid.

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  61. DJ – How do you get sheets to fit that bed?

    After my mom died, we took (at the suggestion of my SIL, as she & brother had just bought a new bed) Mom & Dad’s adjustable bed. It is actually two twin beds put next to each other (with a king-sized headboard at the head, bought separately), but they are the extra-long kind of twin beds. It is hard to find extra-long twin sheets that we actually like. Although each were made of different fabrics, the first two sets we bought turned out to retain body heat & make us too hot.

    Right now I am using sheets for regular twin beds, but with extra-deep pockets on the fitted sheet, so that they can be stretched over the corners to fit.

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  62. Successfully snagged it!

    The conductor spent an hour and a half in the elevator, but the power came back on and he did get out. Concert went pretty well. Have a small exam tomorrow, playing a few excerpts from the repertoire, and then the course is finished.

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  63. Kizzie, admittedly that’s been a downside of that bed, I’ve generally bought full sized bedding which fits loosely, so requires tucking. The bigger problem is buying new mattresses when needed (I do that rarely), you have get them specially-made.

    It’s also a very high bed, you really do have to crawl up onto it.

    A friend suggested maybe keeping the spool decorative piece that fell off from the headboard yesterday (it’s come off before, just needs gluing back on) as a memento from it to put into a book case or something and then replacing the bed, which probably makes the most sense. I’ve had it for 20 years and loved it, it was a very special gift that I have always treasured, but not the most comfortable or convenient setup ever. A (new, nice wood framed) regular full bed that’s a tad lower would be more comfortable & sturdier, and easier to buy bedding and mattresses for.

    When my mom and I were visiting Lincoln’s residence museum in Springfield Ill a few years after she gave me the bed, I remember how excited we both were when we saw the same spool bed in Lincoln’s bedroom. πŸ™‚

    I was thinking I could put the spool bed in the spare bedroom, but my mom’s old single bed in there now goes with the set and is an antique (whitewashed, very western) too that I love. Will Rogers’ California ranch (now a museum) had the same kind of furniture, I was surprised to see when I went there a few years ago. The set (there were 2 twin beds, the other is still in my garage, as far as I know) belonged to a cousin of my mom’s so she came into it that way after the cousin died.

    Nice dog park visit, it’s spring all of a sudden for us.

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  64. My mom died in one of the twin beds, but I’m not sure now which one it was. But that doesn’t bother me, although I think some might be bothered to sleep in a bed someone died in. (Although in the past, most people died at home, in a bed, didn’t they?)

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  65. Since my mom was dying, but being cared for at home (by SIL & me, with help from hospice nurses who came when needed), her bed was in her living room. So, my mom died in her living room. Kinda funny, huh?

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  66. And Nightingale had just accidentally slammed shut Mom’s dishwasher in the next room. Her cousin quipped, “Good one, [Nightingale], you killed Gramma.”

    That may seem inappropriate to some, but Mom would have laughed. (Just as my dad, whose name was Jack, would have laughed at being called a Jack-in-the-Box after he was cremated & his ashed put into a wooden box.)

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  67. We have three to five inches of snow predicted . . . which may not sound like a lot until you realize that the bottom of that range is as much as we have had all year (January, February, almost half of March) combined, that we’ve already had more than two weeks of days above sixty degrees (we may have had three weeks), and that we were way over the average in January precipitation but all but about two inches of that was rain. We’ve had an unseasonably warm winter and now, with spring on the horizon, the weather finally says, “Winter! We can do that!” and gives us below-average temperatures.

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  68. I see we’re on the Southwest edge of the storm line. Our are is due for up to 3″. The map shows the advisory area and has Missouri not marked, but all of the Illinois area nearby marked. You think the storm will know to follow the Mississippi River and stay on the East side of it?

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  69. Lovely violets! We’re nowhere near there . . . in fact, we’re right back in mid-winter with a couple of inches of snow, more to come, highs in the thirties all week. So it looks like winter this year will be December and March. Weird.

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