75 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 1-8-18”

  2. I don’t have a cold. I have a sinus problem One way I kow (not the only one) is that it affects only one side of my head. And it is dormant now. But when I start moving about, it will reactivate.

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  8. KIm might like this better.
    I have been listening gospel music in country.
    It seems to me that country gospel is more relevant because it deals with real issues in life. We don’t sing such in our church. It’s all praise songs. Nothing wrong with that but the old songs like The old account was settled long ago” And “This World is not my home” deal with life. I think we need that.

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  9. Good morning, everyone! The streets are icy here in the sunny South, and some parts of I-75, both northbound and southbound, have been closed down due to a 35 car pile-up. Stay safe and warm, y’all.

    PS Love the dining room and centerpieces. I also noted the oyster plates on the wall. They look very nice. :–)

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  10. That is Mr P’s mother’s china cabinet. If you look closely you will see a doggy bed in front of the window. Amos likes to hang out there and survey his kingdom. He lets me know when someone is walking down our street or when the mail or UPS arrives.
    I have both my mother’s china and his mother’s china in the cabinet. All of the glass is Rosepoint by Cambridge that I have collected for years.

    Johnny Cash is always my favorite, but I do like Gentleman Jim too. He didn’t live long enough to leave us all the music Cash did.

    Today is going to be busy. The only real break I will have is from 12 to 1 today.

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  11. I have never in my entire life put together a room as lovely as that dining room.

    Fortunately, I’m happy to admire.

    I’m struggling with this area right now as we start trying to figure out how to redo my website and come up with a logo. I do like to actually paint once the color is chosen. At least I used to . . . LOL

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  15. Yep, I knew that wasn’t my house at the very first glance. 🙂 Very polished, I am admiring from afar. Way afar.

    Well, at long last it has happened. We have … rain! I thought I’d never see the day.

    Meanwhile, I have a bit of a dilemma with the exterior house painting job, I know the dog park guy wants it but I I haven’t promised to him and I really liked the guy who came over the other day. Real Estate Guy agrees that dog park guy is best for more focused plumbing, electrical jobs, etc., but painting a house is a huge undertaking — he’s in his mid- or late 50s and likely would be working mostly alone. I’m afraid it would just take him forever. When he did the driveway sewer line he was really wiped out, said that intense physical work gets hard with age (which we all know).

    Guess I’ll see what he says when I throw out the price and relatively quick time frame the other guy gave me I suppose, see if he can commit to trying to match that or not. A crew of 3 young guys (and the estimate was appealing compared to the research I’ve done for what the median price is to paint a house in my zip code in LA) seems like a much more efficient way to go. At this stage I’m ready to be done with the house asap.

    It gets awkward, but he’s also picking up a lot of work from other folks at the dog park right now.

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  16. Lovely dining room. What did you end up putting in it, Kim?

    I have always sort of wanted a china cabinet (no huge longing, just “it would be nice to have one, if I can ever get one without too much hassle or expense”), but that photo tells me I probably shouldn’t have one–it wouldn’t be me.

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  17. I came here to say that I liked the red names. Then, just like that, they disappeared.

    Yesterday, I recounted the almost miraculous way my brother was killed. This morning, I remembered another event that came out well.

    Chuck was a chemical engineer at a plant in North Charleston, SC.
    He always went out and bought lunch. Except for one time.
    Linda made him a lunch to take. When the time came, he left his desk and went over to the comp[any microwave to heat the lunch..
    While he was gone, there was an explosion. If he had been at his desk, he would have been killed.
    Some were injured in that accident, but none serious and no fatalities.
    Chuck left and came to Greensboro when they business was sold.

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  19. DJ, do you have another job coming up that you can tell dog park guy, “I’m going to go with this other guy for the painting, but I’ll have you do this task . . .”?

    We had freezing rain or sleet, too, schools closed. My husband showed me the weather prediction for the week (what is currently predicted, but is of course likely to change), and it is truly bizarre. First of all, we had more than a week (I think we had two weeks) of overnight lows of negative temps, just under two weeks (13 days) or highs below 20, but today we are above freezing for the first time in weeks. But we will have one day in the forties and then one in the fifties (57!) . . . and the the third day is supposed to bring five inches of snow. The good news is that all our current snow should melt before we get a fresh load, but whew.

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  20. The weather and forcasters can’t make up their minds here. It may or may not sleet.

    Going to boarding school makes Miss Bosley appreciate being home. Otherwise, she would be unaware and taking everything for granted.

    I have too many things to juggle this week. I need to be in the office on the phone with the appointment book and also taking inventory and going to pick up supplies for the new tax season. The maintenance light is on in the car after driving to TX and the SC coast, so I need to take care of that. Karen has a doctor appointment I promised to take her to this week. And I am suppose to work some in the media center at church, and also do CLI Bible study lesson reviews. And I am waiting to see if it is going to sleet.

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  22. Thiking about God knowing our exit time from this life…to my way of thinking, the time is set, but we have choices in how we live out our days so our quality of life and ability to accomplish God’s work on earth is highly affected by our good and bad choices. That line of thinking goes along with the thought that more rewards are waiting in heaven for the ones who more closely aligned their living with what God originally planned for their lives. Heaven, being such a wonderful place, does not seem like it would be a place of comparison over the rewards at that point.

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  23. No china cabinets in my family growing up, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with one. 🙂

    But we did have built-in corner shelving in our living room and my mom liked to put pretty dishes there. Display dishes were a thing when I was growing up, we had them in the living room as well, now that I think about it (in hanging shelving “cabinets”, very early-American/pre- and mid-century).

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  25. Cheryl, yes, I’ve been talking to the guy from the dog park about putting in a handrail next to the front steps leading up to my house from the sidewalk. It’s really a safety feature I need to have & he’s been sending me samples of designs (I want a Spanish-style but not-too-intricate black wrought iron rail). But that’s a good idea, maybe focus him more on the railing which can (money depending) be done after the painting. It also makes sense as after the house is painting I may have a clearer idea of the rail design that would look best.

    The other issue sometimes with him is that while he’s always reasonable in his charges, he doesn’t always tell me up front what things might cost. I’m at the point where I need to pin him down more about that. I understand that sometimes things don’t go as planned (the driveway sewer line replacement, for example), but I need to get some idea going into things what I’ll need to pay at the end.

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  26. Why dogs are better than cats: https://www.clickorlando.com/news/woman-run-over-while-trying-to-escape-cat-attack-troopers-say

    I dreamed last night about a really huge butterfly (in my dream it was a “magnificent monarch” and a species I expected never to see, I’m guessing based on the magnificent frigate birds–bigger than a bald eagle, with eight-foot wingspans–we saw in Florida last year). The dream was complex, with me picking up the butterfly to carry it with me because I didn’t have my camera with me and I wasn’t going to let it get away before I got a chance to get a photo of it, 🙂 but in the dream my husband and I were not yet married. But I saw in the room behind him two cats, and I was shocked, and I told him, “Later we have to talk about the cats.” In other words, “who is going to take those cats before we marry?” He actually actively dislikes cats (I admire their beauty but am mildly allergic, and I’m amazed how much cat owners put up with in the guise of having a “pet”), so no fear along that line . . .

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  30. Cat bashing?

    Annie wapped both her “arms” around my head not long ago, meowing for her breakfast. Hard to ignore.

    I just remembered having another house dream the other night — I discovered a whole other little back house on my property, with a kitchen & bathroom. It all seemed to be in working order which was the real bonus.

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  31. It appears the precipitation has passed. The sky is brightening, but only God knows for how long. We’ve had the craziest weather lately!

    Well, I just got a notice from Fox 5 that the winter advisory has been extended to 1 p.m. for freezing rain. Good thing I have plenty to do here while I wait on the fickle weather.

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  32. I had a nurse neighbor who once told me the name of what happens when breathing or open nostril passages switch from side to side. I think it was a German name. In an attempt to find the name of the phenomenon, which I did not find, I did find this information. It’seems probably more than you ever wanted to know about the nose. For me it goes into the ‘learn something new everyday’ category.http://mentalfloss.com/article/30363/why-does-your-nose-get-stuffy-one-nostril-time

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  33. Morning! The temps are to approach 60 here today and tomorrow…then we hopefully will be getting DJ’s rain which may turn to snow…yes!!
    The discussion of the timing of our death brings back the memory of my Dad’s homegoing. Jan 3 marked the 6th year since and I remain ever so thankful for our Lord’s giving to us “one more day”. When the cardiologist told us Dad would die upon the removal of the external pacemaker, I could scarcely believe the words I was hearing. How could Dad be joking around with us one moment and as soon as a device was removed, he would be gone? I walked in the room with my back to the bed as the rest of my family members watched on. I recall asking the Lord to help me understand what was happening as I felt I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone! This cannot be happening!! I “reminded” the Lord that HE was the giver of all life and only HE knew the number of our days…and it was then I was reminded “Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” I knew HE was in control…not the cardiologist. The nurse was standing next to me telling me no one has ever lived past a minute or two after having the device removed. Fifteen minutes passed by and the cardiologist left the room, telling the nurse to let him know when Dad decided to drawl his last breath. He didn’t…not in the hospital anyway. Five days later, in my parent’s home, surrounded by his family , hospice nurses and his ever faithful dog Toby, Dad went home…ready and peacefully. Trusting in our Lord God Most High is the most comforting blessing given….no matter the circumstance, even through the deep pain…He can be trusted…He loves us ever so much more than our minds can fathom…resting in the knowledge of that…well, it is beyond words….oh the wonder of it all ♥️

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  34. Cheryl, and you think a dog would never do that? Seems to me that the way each are with people, a dog would be far more likely to join a stranger in her car. Do not take this comment seriously.

    I had a maple china closet that I loved in our old house. Fortunately, DIL loved it too, and it’s upstairs in their dining area (with my old china in it).

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  36. My mom and dad’s china cabinet is in my dad and step mom’s house with step mom’s china. Mom’s china is here in a china cabinet first son bought while we were living in Greece.

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  38. My dining room does not look like that. No room in my house looks like that. I have never had a room that looked like that. I have been in rooms that looked like that and I enjoy them.

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  39. I also need new closet doors in the spare bedroom that might be a fairly inexpensive job.

    When we all cleared out of the dog park around sunset last night, Real Estate Guy couldn’t find his car key (which he usually tosses, hidden on the car floor). All the rest of us had peeled out by then so he called me (I live close to him) as I was putting my groceries in the Jeep (I’d made a quick pit stop at Sprouts on the way home) to come get him so he could get his spare key, then back to the dog park so he could at least get his car home (the dog park is a rather dark and scary place when it’s deserted at night).

    I had to drop the groceries and my dogs off at home first and it was interesting having a huge Great Dane in the back of the Jeep.

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  42. Now Donna’s jeep is going to smell like Great Dane! Will that bother anyone who walks on four legs, Donna? Miss Bosley always sniffs my pants legs when a neighborhood cat has rubbed up beside me outside.

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  43. It was a good day for chili and extra sharp melted cheddar on top.

    Now I hear precipitation, again, after the weather prediction said until 1 p.m. It is almost thirty minutes late! Do we need to whip the weather falsecasters with a wet noodle? I guess it would be a frozen stiff noodle which would be brittle and break thus defeating the purpose.

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  44. I have been in the home of a real estate agent who formerly had been Art’s boss in State government. Her table looked like that. She was single and had no children to take away from her decorating skills. She was brave to have us over when Wesley was young. I was happy to be the recipient of her good hospitality, but I was a bit nervous and hoped Wesley would not break or damage anything. Her home was in a nearby neighborhood. It was discovered that she and my CA friend (former apartment mate) had been friends while at Emory.

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  45. We use that china in the cabinet, we also eat at that table.
    Half of the china belonged to my mother and half to his. We never used my mother’s. I use it. What is the point in having pretty things if you don’t use them. Who am I saving them for???? I am going to enjoy them. Otherwise they become like idols. Look but don’t touch with too much value placed on them. Of course if something gets broken, I will cry over the loss but it will not upset me for long.

    When Mr. P and I married, he said he wanted a “Southern” decorated home. We still haggle over it, but he is a happy man

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  46. My “china cabinet” is an old two piece cupboard with glass doors on the top piece. It was built by my great grandfather out of scrap pieces of lumber (the back boards are from a butter/margarine box). It’s painted navy blue with white insides. I remember it being used in my grandma’s home but it’s not even three feet wide. Since I live in an old farmhouse, it suits our home quite nicely. I display a beautiful antique blue and white platter and some other antique dishes along with good glasses etc. My china is kept out in the shop since I never use it. Maybe it will find a home once we get around to actually finishing our kitchen.

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  47. I would like to use my china, but it only has 8 place settings. I sometimes think I should just sell it as I usually use plain white dishes that go with any colour rather than my blue rose china.

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  48. My mother has small china cabinet that sits in one corner of her dining room. It never had her good dishes in it (with the exception of the tea set to go with the dishes), but rather a collection of a curious assortment of dishes that were too old to use or never intended for use (anniversary plates, etc.) and figurines (no Royal Doulton collectible figures, just an odd assortment of this and that which somehow came across her path). We would have to ask permission to look in the china cabinet as small children, so it was an endlessly fascinating place. The ‘glass’ door is the fully length of the cabinet and for many years has had a crack from toddlers banging on it (it is slightly flexible and makes an odd sound when it is pushed, so the door alone is an attraction to little ones). My father has talked of putting plexiglass in place of the cracked door but that has never happened. Over the years, my mother has allowed us to choose our favourite pieces from the cabinet. I have a little inlaid wooden box that now sits in my dollhouse as a chest, and a tiny Wedgwood plate that my mother bought on a trip to England from that cabinet.

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  49. Kim, I don’t have any elegant china (unless you count stuff I “inherited” on marriage that we haven’t yet sold, but that no one has ever used), but I have a “stained glass” peacock design piece and a heavy salad bowl that has the same shades of blue and green in it. In Nashville I had built-in plate racks over the cabinets (I used them for some miniature horses) and a glass shelf over my sink (I used it for the two glass pieces).

    When I was getting foster kids, I put the glass pieces away in my bedroom. I figured that if they got broken they might hurt someone, and if they got broken on purpose I wouldn’t be happy, so it was better just to put them away. But periodically I use the bowl. I do hope someday to have the ability to display a few pieces again, but it isn’t the end of the world if I don’t.

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  50. I just paid Gas South $89.90 for the heating bill due in a little over a week. I paid Georgia Power $99.98 in December for electricity usage. I suppose that is in line with what others here pay monthly? I know it will be more for the next heating bill with the cold snap even though I cut the heat down to 65° while we were gone. I would have set it lower except for knowing the extreme cold weather was predicted for our time away.

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  51. I have to go to the P.O. and get a box to mail things Wesley could not take back on the plane. I also have to take Art’s meds for refill. And I have a Walmart return for Wesley. Errand fun run around. Then put a chicken in the crock pot and make fruit salad to last for a few days…run, run, run!

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  52. I had fancy China…my mother made me purchase china and pots and pans for my “hope chest” upon graduating from high school…it was an “investment”! I donated the China to goodwill and the pots and pans my mother kept…
    I have some nice Johnson Bros. Ironstone service for 8 that I keep in an antique Australian hutch. In the dining area I have an antique “boo-fay”…I keep my nice serving bowls/platters,trays, linens and crystal glasses in there. All in all…nothing I own is fancy 😊

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  53. Kizzie, the events leading up to my uncle’s death – this is the uncle I went to help for the month before he died – were a similar string of strange and seemingly preventable or unneccessary events, and I, like you, had a premonition of approaching death that I refused to listen to.
    My uncle had been helping his wife, who was in the last year of a nine year battle with breast cancer. He suddenly collapsed one morning, telling my aunt, who could still walk and speak at that time, to phone the ambulance before loosing consciousness. The surgeon discovered a benign tumour in his small intestine that had started bleeding and had to remove it. Now, the odds of a tumour developing in the small intestine is extremely small – cancer from the bowel or liver or pancrease might spread to the small intestine, but the organ itself almost never develops tumours, benign or cancerous, itself.

    He made a quick recovery, despite the fact that he had had to be resuscitated with 5 units of blood, almost his total blood volume. Unfortunately, while recovering from surgery, he got the stomach flu, and the healing muscles in his abdomen were reopened to form a hernia. He put off the hernia repair operation, first, because his wife was dying, and then, because the hernia clinic required him to be a certain weight before they would repair the hernia. After his wife died, he carefully followed the diet they gave him and was operated on a few weeks before Christmas of the year I first graduated and got my nursing license (he came to my graduation ceremony). He healed well and was recovering.

    After Christmas, my uncle brought my great uncle, who also had lost his wife to cancer that year, up to visit us. We noticed my uncle looked slightly yellow, which we thought was strange. His personal physician had gone on a sabbatical, but when his skin turned nearly orange, he was able to see a doctor. Diagnostic tests and biopsies revealed he had an autoimmune form of hepatitis, yet again a very rare condition where the immune systems attacks and destroy the liver (afterwards, when I took the Operating Room course, I discovered that in rare cases – one in 50,000 cases – autoimmune hepatitis could develop after surgery as a reaction to the anesthetic). He was put on prednisone to suppress the immune system. When one’s liver stops functioning properly, one gets very ill indeed and he needed help with daily tasks. I had not yet found a job and I said I would go and help – my uncle and aunt had let me stay at their home for two years after I got my GED to take night courses (in French, Spanish, drawing, and drafting) in addition to music and music theory lessons to get my Grade 10 violin certificate (there were no advanced violin teachers near where my parents lived) and I had got to know them well and love them dearly.

    The evening when I got there, my uncle was wretchedly ill, and as I looked at him, I thought, he will die in a month. Then I told myself sternly that I did not know the future and that I had to help him recover. He was so sick. The liver wasn’t filtering waste products from metabolism from his body and he got almost every side effect from the prednisone. I drove him to clinics and emergency room visits, researched foods that were bad and good for those with liver disease, and helped him with techniques to mitigate the side effects of the prednisone.

    After four weeks, he seemed to be getting better, and I went away with my dear friend and my siblings for a weekend road trip and then returned home to see my parents. He phoned my mother on the Monday and said how well he was feeling and what he was able to do.

    The next day, his son phoned to say that his father had collapsed and was hospitalized. He had developed a duodenal ulcer (prednisone can cause ulcers) which had ruptured. He was operated on and kept sedated in the ICU to help him heal. But, at the end of the week, his daughter phoned to say that the physicians had said to call the family. My parents and I went to see him. His kidneys had shut down and not even the dialysis machine could work, as his blood just clotted in the tubing. When we went in, I spoke to him and took his hand, but I could feel, despite the ventilator pumping air that there was no circulation in his hand and I knew collapsing pulses indicated approaching death. With the consent of his children, the nurses stopped the life support while we prayed and sang hymns to him. The heart monitor went flat a few minutes after the machines stopped. I asked to see him after the nurses had prepared his body and looking down at him, I struggled with feeling that he was just lying there asleep. It wasn’t until I went downstairs into the foyer that the tears came and I sobbed as my mother held me.

    Yet, as we drove away from the hospital, I had an overwhelming feeling of victory for my uncle, that it wasn’t the end for him, but only the beginning. Reflecting on that month I spent with him, I realized he had been prepared as he seemed to be walking ever closer to Lord, taking a deeper delight in Him than I had know him to take before – he was always a sincere Christian, but he seemed to develop new depths and insights. My uncle died a year and a day after his wife had died. Some people suggested that he couldn’t live without her, but that hadn’t been the case. He had sorrowed deeply for her loss, but he also had been preparing for her death for years – when the cancer finally took her, it had moved to her brain and there was sense of release in her death (she too seemed to have been prepared for death, walking ever closer to the Lord) – and he had been successful in transitioning to a life of widowhood. He had plans for the future, of missions trips he would make and ministry he would do. He had grandchildren whom he delighted in. It was the Lord who said enough, and summoned him home. My uncle, who was one of my mother’s younger brothers, died at age 59.

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  55. Roscuro – Thank you for sharing that.

    Like your uncle, Hubby’s faith, which had been growing greatly over his last few years, deepened even more in the last month, while hospitalized. During at least one visit, we held hands and prayed, committing the whole thing to the Lord. That is a sweet memory for me.

    As Hubby grew older, he began to really hate the cold weather and snows of a New England winter. (As he delivered baked goods to his customers, he was out in the weather, not merely in an office or building.) With this deep freeze we’ve had, and our house being hard to keep comfortably warm, I’ve thought of how he would have hated it, and that he is “the lucky one”, to be in Heaven, safe and comfortable with Jesus. But oh, how I miss him.

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  56. Kizzie, it is nearly ten years since my aunt died and nine since my uncle died, and I still find myself missing them and wishing I could tell them things, yet I only stayed with them for a couple of years (before I stayed with them, they were among several sets of uncles and aunts and cousins with whom we would visit with on those occasions when extended families get together – well liked, but not well known). Yours is the loss of a much closer relationship and the memory of many more years.

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  57. We have a large hutch that my parents had when I was younger. My brother and his wife had it for a while, and eventually passed it on to us. In the upper portion, with the glass doors, I have various pretty things I’ve accumulated through the years, and I keep some special dishes, which we do use several times each year, in the bottom cabinet portion.

    We also have the small china cabinet that was given to my MIL’s mother when she got married in 1917 or 1918, which still has the original glass. That contains some of my pretty teapots, but also bowls and such that we use in cooking.

    Have any of you heard of Larkin desks? I hadn’t until a friend visiting our home, who knows some about antiques, recognized one of the pieces we inherited from my MIL. I’ll try to find a photo online.

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  59. There was a time when I thought a desk like that would be the ideal, since bookshelves hold a certain magic for me – as holders of books – and I like desks that fold away. I however, have a bad habit of kicking or rubbing my feet against the furniture when I’m thinking while seated at a desk, and the books in the bottom shelf would probably fare very ill as a result.

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  60. Two interesting links, which are connected:
    https://www.russellmoore.com/2018/01/08/why-theocracy-is-terrible/

    Our call to the world at this point, Jesus tells us, is not to uproot the “weeds” in the garden (Matt. 13:29). We also are not to grab the sort of power that would cause people to pretend as though they were part of God’s kingdom—a kingdom that comes through the transforming power of the Word upon the heart—when they are merely cowering before earthly power. Our power comes by the open proclamation of the truth, not by the clattering of the sword (2 Cor. 4:2-3).

    Jesus told us to beware those who claim messianic authority between his first and second comings. He will come to us the next time not through some person or committee claiming authority from God, but with obvious, indisputable, and unrivaled glory in the eastern skies. What is hidden now, seen only by faith, will be revealed then, perceived by sight.

    Those who claim earthly rule now by divine appointment are, according to Jesus and his apostles, frauds. That’s true whether they are seeking a murderous rule over a nation, or whether in a more benign setting they are trying to use God’s Word to snuggle up to the local powers-that-be by promising a “Thus saith the Lord” in exchange for a place at the table. This is a claim to speak where God has not spoken. God has made clear, repeatedly, what he thinks of such (Ezek. 34:7-10).

    This is a secular analysis, but the underlying events illustrate what the previous article was talking about: https://www.theguardian.com/society/2018/jan/07/witchcraft-economics-reformation-catholic-protestant-market-share?CMP=fb_gu

    It was a terrifying phenomenon that continues to cast a shadow over certain parts of Europe even today. The great age of witch trials, which ran between 1550 and 1700, fascinates and repels in equal measure. Over the course of a century and a half, 80,000 people were tried for witchcraft and half of them were executed, often burned alive.

    And then trials disappeared almost completely.

    Their appearance was all the more strange because between 900 and 1400 the Christian authorities had refused to acknowledge that witches existed, let alone try someone for the crime of being one. This was despite the fact that belief in witches was common in medieval Europe, and in 1258 Pope Alexander IV had to issue a canon to prevent prosecutions.

    But by 1550 Christian authorities had reversed their position, leading to a witch-hunt across Christendom. Many explanations have been advanced for what drove the phenomenon. Now new research suggests there is an economic explanation, one that has relevance to the modern day.

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  61. That’s kind of like a secretary’s desk, except mine (not an antique but purchased when I was in college in Mexico) has drawers in the bottom, separate hutch that sits on top with 2 book or display shelves.

    I used it for ages as a work desk but in this house it’s become a kitchen accessory. It was painted (by my mom and me) in what was called “antique yellow” — a yellow with a black wash over it.

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  63. Cheryl you reminded me…What china do you have that you don’t want.
    It also reminds me to ask DJ about the red Spode she has in the garage. I think I have seen that pattern mixed with my Christmas china.
    Please note that I inherited the two sets of china in the china cabinet. My mother’s is from her first marriage which left her widowed at a young age. I am not sure the history of Mr P’s mother’s china. I do know that he was climbing on that cabinet when he was a little boy and toppled it, breaking most of her crystal.
    I am happy with the dining room and find it a comfortable place to be. I would like a new table in the breakfast room, but it isn’t a priority….shhhhh don’t tell anyone but Mr. P and I mostly eat off of tv trays.
    I have tried to make this a home where people can be comfortable. Once a Rosepoint Goblet got broken at a Christmas Eve dinner. The person who broke it apologized and tried to insist that she replace it. I explained that it getting broken was the risk I took when I used it and I would rather a guest break it than me break it while admiring it. People are more important than things. A serving dish of my mother’s china is chipped. Either I chipped it or my dad did…it’s now part of the history of the piece.

    Any of you are welcome at the table and we will pull out the good stuff, talk, and enjoy each other….

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  64. When I read your post I thought, Gee, I wish I could remember what I told her to get, but I think I remember.
    We can go to Home Depot when I am in California. Do you have a spectacular view from your Home Depot? Michelle does…lol 😉

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  67. I spent that last part of my day wandering in the rain on the boardwalk — doing a story on a fading waterfront attraction from the 1960s that is going bye-bye to make way for a new, $100 million attraction that’s more updated and I’m sure will be much cooler.

    Still, sad because the shop owners, who received eviction notices this morning, have worked there for years, usually family-owned stores, many a bit quirky (the Purple Store is among them — everything inside is purple), but sad to talk to folks packing it all up after decades in some cases. 😦 The rain fit the mood.

    Now I’m thinking I need to get the dogs out for a walk, there seems to be a momentary break in the rainfall. I laid plastic sheeting down in the kitchen but the dogs are afraid to walk on it, of course.

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  68. There was a cat in my house, It was discovered sleeping on the bed of the one most allergic to cats and especially, that particular cat. I suspect it came in when he opened the door and left it open to tell me about a dead chicken. But he had the good sense to come tell me rather than carrying it out. His eyes always swell closed when he picks it up.

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  69. “For the men in the room, this will be the first time in three months where it won’t be terrifying to hear your name read out loud.” — Seth Meyers, opening remarks at last night’s Golden Globe Awards.

    Now that was funny.

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  71. My Home Depot with a view now looks on a destroyed trailer park, which for some reason still looks like October events were recent. Pouring rain here now, all day, with flash flooding warnings out there.

    “If you can see hillsides where fires went through, you’re at risk.”

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  72. No china cabinet here. No china, either. We chose Correll when we wed. We use it for company and use old plastic plates my MIL gave us. I think somewhere in a box are a few plates from my mother’s china. It was called “Cloud” I think. White with no designs, but small grooves crisscross each other. Each piece has a chip or two from when we were young.

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  73. Kim, we have Spode Christmas dishes, I couldn’t tell you what pieces, but quite a lot of it, and also some design with lots of flowers on it that I have seen only once in a quick glimpse. My husband isn’t sure if they ate off it once or not at all, so unless I look at it and like it and want to use it, it makes most sense to sell it. (Yes, it was the pattern they registered for, but our married daughter has her own pattern she registered for, and this stuff was never used, so it doesn’t qualify as a family heirloom and the money is worth more than dishes in boxes are.)

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  74. After walking the dogs, I heard back from one of the guys I’d contacted about the stucco work (but found someone else before he answered). He said he also does painting, but offers two options — one is high end, professional, other is ‘budget.’ I asked him what was the difference and he said the amount of prep they do, quality of primer and paint and whether they use tape or “free hand” between colors. Budget sounds slap-dash to me, but I have a feeling his other option is too rich for me.

    Yeah, it was sad walking through Ports O’ Call this evening in the rain, so empty, the only people there were packing up to leave. 😦 End of an era.

    So Peter, in those ‘early years’ did you throw dishes at each other or what?

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  75. Wide closet = sliding barn doors? I think that was one of the options we discussed. Doors that open out are very cool but not the best when it comes to space in a smallish bedroom.

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