Journey vs Destination

 Good Bye December.......

May you have great destinations in 2021!!!

2020 Goes To Bed

 A Year to Forget.....

- 3 eye surgeries (one more to come); extended prone position, can't fly, distorted vision 

- Mom developing brain cancer, hospice and passing

- etc. etc.

Parting Gift of the Year....

Woke up with a huge zit. I'd never been told it was possible at my age. So, I'm assuming my birth certificate lied. 😎

Hope .... the word I chose for 2020.

"Roots anchor trees. 

Hope anchors the soul"

May Hope manifest for all of you in 2021! 

Plausible Excuses

"Blame Everyone Else" Movement

(It's so much fun - you should try it!)


1) I have inherited "Hoarding Genes"

2) With prolonged loss of civil liberties and vision issues, I have switched to automatic pilot 

You see the results and it is not my fault

For future reference -- At first there was only the cheap, sandpaper type available and that will reside in the guest bathroom

[Side Note: I am facing 2 more eye surgeries, beginning next week, so I will be on hiatus]

A Couple Things

To Be Absolutely Truthful...
My ancestors chose the wrong side during the revolutionary war & fled to Canada. However, they saw the error of their ways and migrated back to New York.

Updating The Bird Battle...
I finally found the solution to keep the winged creatures from feasting on my plants. However, they are retaliating by leaving excrement all over my patio chairs. The skirmish continues.

My Yearly Independence Day Share...
Please, please, this is not a political statement - Just a beautiful updated version I just found which I hope you enjoy.

“Let Us Live To Make Men Free”

Hummingbird Saga Continues

Waiting for those "fascinating little birds with their long beaks and fast-moving wings which can be seen darting round nectar feeders and flowers" to show up....

I notice my succulents, which have been bountifully reproducing, are under attack. With the dedication of Columbus, I discover small black birds have turned the hummingbird feeder into a private perch, and, they are responsible for my plant carnage. 

           

The War Is On
1) Apply Raid House & Garden, discover the enemy can't read, or chooses not to read the label
2) It acts as an attractant as all the bird relatives join and feast on
3) Time for a Google Search: "Natural Bird Repellents" 
4) Choose the Cayenne Pepper one & follow the directions to the best of my ability (with continued limited eye sight)
5) Discover in the dilution process .... well, let's just say I've found another use for face masks.
6) Sprayer doesn't seem to work. 
7) Analyzing the situation, discover spice not fully dissolved, spill the contents, inhale into my throat & lungs, begin spasmistic coughing to such an extent the neighborhood watch descends in a horde to mask shame me (I have vowed to not wear a mask in public)

War Continues
1) Finally get plants sprayed
2) Discover southern birds cut their teeth on spice, cayenne is considered just a condiment.
3) As a way of thanking me, they are emboldened. I can't scare them off by knocking on the window. I have to get an umbrella and bravely shoo them away
4) This just makes them laugh at their inferior hominids

Secret Weapon
1) I am from Revolutionary and Pioneer stock
2) We "Never Surrender, Never Give Up"
3) Google search here I come

Stay Tuned For Future Updates & May You Have Adventures Of Your Own!

Sisterly Support

When You Have Writers Block....

..... You put out the SOS. This week I am sharing from my sisters. 

Sister #1
In response to my previous post, she texts: "I guess Vaseline Calm Healing wasn't so calm at the end of its life 😀"

Sister #2...
.... signed up to have locally grown produce delivered every week. First week consists of a bag of leaves - lettuce, cabbage, spinach, chard, radishes, garlic and strawberries.

Me: Very Healthy

Sister: Only if you eat it. We're calling it "The Tyranny of the Vegetables."


Y'all (from my St. Louis living days) Enjoy your sisters -  blood related or home grown.

Pet Peeve #1

Lids That Don't Screw Off....

When a container of product is almost gone, & you can't get the lid off, & you see more at the bottom, & it's driving you crazy, because, being a child of depression era parents, "waste not, want not," is deeply ingrained; & you would rather waste half a day trying to get to the bottom and liberate the handcream, shampoo, etc. What to do? 

Solution: Try every tool you can muster up to get that lid off (being careful not to swear in front of the children). Hint: go straight to the saw. 

Caution: Be prepared for resultant injuries - especially if you are visually impaired. (First aide paraphernalia has become standard issue when I leave the house).

And, then you have the problem of what to do next, which as you can see, I solved by cleverly enlisting a disposable cup. 

May you find satisfactory resolutions to all of your pet peeves this weekend.