So are the days of our lives

 

Happy Saturday my friends,

How're you feeling this morning ... sufficiently caffeinated?  I'm on my second cuppa, but may trade it for a chilly V8.   

Other than seeing the dentist and an annoying internet outage ... this week's been wonderfully ordinary.  So much so, there were a couple times I had to ask myself, "What day is this?"  

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We enjoyed precious time with family on Sunday.   Sweet Pea is developing such a cute personality and gosh, such energy.   Good thing God gives littles to young people!

(l-r) Chloe, me, Lois, P, Troy, Tom and Robert

She's totally got her Pops and g-Gramps wrapped. 

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Tom's been hinting for some "Easthampton spread" and I realized it's been 3-4 years.  What to do but buy a pound of bologna, hard-boil a dozen eggs and got to chopping a small purple onion.  (Yes, I realize they're supposed to be called "red", but I'm not color blind.)  BTW, is anyone else finding it difficult to find all-beef bologna in the grocery?  

Grandma Willer and my mother used a meat grinder.  I think it's buried somewhere with other antiquities in a closet; I just don a pair of disposable gloves and massaged the heck out of it all -- with lots of Duke's, of course.

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Does anyone else still print their ordinary photographs?   I used to love decorating with pretty frames throughout the house, but even those have gone by the way.

I recently got to going through some scrapbooks and shoe boxes.  One thing led to another, and well ... you can see what I'm doing with this enormous canvas above my desk.  

Because I didn't ask permission, I've blurred out the center faces.

 It's a work in progress; not intended to please anyone but myself.   Best, I can add (or subtract) images to my little heart's content.

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What else?

A few days ago Tom was feeling pretty good and suggested a trip to Prattville Pickers -- an enormous antique mall -- to try and find a lamp shade.   No such luck, but a few miles down the road at Memories I found a nice lamp for less than $30 ... totally different than what we're used to.

Presently it's sitting on Tom's end table (above right), but I like what AI's suggested (below).

I need to pick my battles, right?

For instance!  He wants to take out the wall -- open this family room to the living room, but I'm not a fan.  Happy to have left the "open concept" back in Arizona.

It's nice to dream ... or, have "spirited discussions" whichever you prefer.

Well, the rain's not coming, darn it.  I'd better put on some raggy clothes and get outside with the weed whacker before the day get's any warmer.

Thank you for visiting ... stay sweet!

Hugs, Myra