Updated 'ish' room ... and other things

... You know, I really should start calling it something else besides 'ish.'  
Suggestions, anyone?

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No. I've not realized any Major Changes to that guest room I refer to as 'ish.'  You may recall, at first I was overly enthused.
...Then stymied for not having the available funds to cover every square inch of the room's perimeter.    

Looking back, I have to hand it to Mr. God for that 'cooling off' period!   Aside from the occasional overnight houseguest, no-one has occasion to see that room except me.   
... and I'm thinking it's Splendidly Imperfect.    
Care to peek?

I'd just about given up finding a mirror I liked, 

until we discovered this sweetheart almost hidden away in a nearby thrift shop. 

I'm not sure if you can make it out, but I had the idea to stick cork down the side of the bookcase, turning that un-used space into an impromptu bulletin board.

Unfortunately, the only cork I could find was far too thin.  Props to DH for picking up a can of wood cement and meticulously pasting the tiles, one atop of the other - then onto the bookcase! 

Notice anything hanging?

Here, take a closer look!

Betcha can guess the opposite side's inscription!

The tapioca bowl I grew up with is now re-purposed as a catch-all.

... and I couldn't not include a fav picture of my father and son - with daddy's original teddy bear!

Those of you who also follow Paula might recall her book review, where the author urged her readers to surround themselves with only those objects which bring them joy.

Tall order, methinks!

I don't know about you, but I've fallen into the habit of surrounding myself with obligatory or inherited 'things' that sometimes actually have the opposite effect!

The crystal ring holder? 

I'm not a fan of crystal or bling-y anything! 

...and at the time this was given, one of hubby's relations wasn't my fav person on the planet.

Honestly, I can't believe I kept it around so long!

Now, this wee candleholder - discovered at a stopover in Muleshoe, Texas - fits the bill, and makes me smile at the same time!

 

While I'd love to find a small desk/secretary for the unoccupied east wall, it's probably in my better interests to keep that space reserved for elder aerobics.

My back is lots better - thanks for your well-wishes - but I desperately need to start moving again, even if it's to the strains of Chad & Jeremy!

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Well, it's certainly been a tumultuous week ... it's difficult not to get caught up!   I'd just like to wish y'all peaceful and pleasant, splendidly-imperfect weekend!

Hugs from Phoenix,

Myra   

Friday letters, June 19 edition

Dang it!!!  
Here, I was just fixin' to fine-tune a couple drafts and wound up deleting my last post.  Poof! 
Granted, it wasn't any great piece of literature, but still.  I'm stunned.   
Has something like that ever happened to you?

(... for the record, I hate Life Lessons.)

Then again ... in just a few hours it will be Friday!  Yay.

Dear Mother Nature,

We already honored you last month, OK?

This jealous, slow burn you're doing isn't very becoming. 

When I stepped outside my workplace this afternoon, you practically took my breath away.  Now, they're telling us tomorrow is expected to be 115?

... Not funny, missy.

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Dear Daddy-in-Heaven,

So, I'm finally taking time to peruse your memorabilia.  Just in time for Father's Day.  

Sometimes it's hard to grasp, the world didn't start turning until I came along (smile) ... but yours sounds like a pretty remarkable life!

You know, someday I'm counting on seeing you again and you can tell me why, after graduation, you never pursued that career in mortuary science.

...and you'd a beer stand? Seriously?

PS -  I can't wait to share your report cards with Troy and the girls!

***

Dear 32-Dollar Smile,

... for the time being, that's what I'm calling you.

   

I really intended to come home with a dry sink, for the 'ish' room ... not a 50's-era cooler.

No doubt, Tom thinks I was a bit crazy to spend thirty-some dollars on you.  But there's no denying the rush I felt, recalling the hours we spent together in the back of my parent's Ford.   

... Now, maybe one of my nice blogger friends will have a suggestion what to do with you!?

***

Hi Daddy,

It's me again.  All those years you worked so hard, so many hours, to assure us of a nice life. Did you miss me?

Sure, I was caught up in my own adolescent dramas to pay you much attention.  

... But what I wouldn't give for another 30 minutes each morning. 

Frankly, I can't wait for Father's Day to be over and gone.

***

Dear Mr. God,

I sure appreciate your loving me, even when I'm not so lovable. 
... and I'm going to do my best not to pester you this Sunday, OK?

Just one thing?  Would you please have a talk with Mother Nature?

***

Enjoy your weekend, everyone ... and please take real good care of yourselves!

Hugs from Phoenix,

Myra   

    

  

I'm blaming Buckingham

… Lindsey Buckingham, that is.

Like it was yesterday, I recall the summer afternoon my former hubby and I found ourselves gridlocked in a monster traffic jam while trying to exit Dallas.

R. reached for the C.B., and soon a voice came back: “Fleetwood Mac’s playing Reunion Arena.” 

Naturally, I began caterwauling to turn back.
...To no avail.
Nearly 30 years later I finally realized my dream to attend one of their concerts.  Mr. Buckingham is still adorable, yes.   All the same, I was taken aback by the band's near-deafening audio.

    

Fast-forward ...  it's February 2015:

I’ve never been a fan of exercise.  (Actually, I hate exercise.)  But I figured a few minutes each morning couldn’t hurt.          

But(!), I needed some kickin’ music to accompany my gyrations.   Two words came to mind:  Fleetwood Mac.

So, I've begun the last 100 days moving in time to Lindsey’s musical affronts:
“Packin' up (kick!)... shackin' up’s all you wanna do.  (kick!, kick!, kick!)

(He and Ms. Nicks are history, sure … but I still feel his angst.)

1:09 ... wait for it!

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but something happened(?) to my back last Monday that’s left me measuring each footstep … weighing the pros and cons of bending over to brush my teeth.

You’re probably thinking, why didn’t she start with a few stretching exercises to warm up? 
Well, that might imply I knew what I was doing.  (smile)  

In a few days I’m due for my every-25-days labs ... so I might step next door for an x-ray.  
If they ask, "What happened?" I’ll just shrug.  But between you and me?  I’m blaming Buckingham.

What sort of music motivates you to get moving?


Hugs from (ever warming) Phoenix,
Myra