Getting there

Oh my!  I’m glad I planned one day per room for packing!  I start at one corner and go around the room picking what I can’t go without for a year plus when I get to the windows I stop and put in those horrible metal storm windows that you have to slide up but they don’t slide up.  I think that takes the longest time of all!  Then I sweep and make it look like nothing is missing to make it a bit easier for hubby and that way he doesn’t have to run around like crazy if someone wants to look at the house.

As advised, when you sell a house you should remove the clutter and make it as light as possible so at least that was all done.  When and if we sell the house at least about 2/3 is boxed and we will be able to put it in storage.  I sure hope it isn’t very soon though because I am beginning to fade, fade, fade….  I want to take everything.  Now I know what happens with downsizing.  We have always upsized!  I’m not quite ready to sell our stuff though.  I had an offer on my desk but I put the price so high they just gawked at me.  How can I sell my favorite things when I haven’t even decided on where I will be?

Hubby, of course stops working when he hears me cursing at the windows since I’m working upstairs now which is very nice of him.  I do have to admit that he has been my star supporter during this even though he is very depressed. (please don’t call the help line for him).

The plumber came over last night and removed all the roots from the pipe to the sewer, which was what was causing the problem.  That guy can do anything!  Except get up on a ladder.

If you are wondering why I have time to write this blog it is because I am now out of boxes and I can’t find my tape.  Grrrr.  I did the spare bedroom, which is what I am taking with me and the closet was horrendous.  Did we really ever use all those coats and single gloves?  And I thought I had just cleaned the house in September.  Does two months really make all that difference?  So, bags to the thrift store, which I hope my daughter will do because sometimes she can fit into my clothes and bags of trash then to sort through the coats.  Going to Maine?  Well I really need my bear coat and my rain coat and my jackets and my mukluks, and my high rain boots and my boots and my spikes and my shoes that are great in snow.  My gloves for riding horses (just in case) my super warm mittens and my regular gloves.  How to pack for a year?  No bikinis though, people would run away from me and I wouldn’t make any friends at all and what would they say at Meeting?  I HAD to pack one wash bowl and pitcher that was from my hubby’s family because the one from my family had too many pieces so you do see I am trying.  Now carry and pack the stuff in the last boxes, sweep the floor and the guest room is done.  If my husband has company he will have to have them sleep on the floor because I also took the futons for when we first arrive.

We are getting a 17′ truck and the manager came today and said if we want to get out of here Saturday then we will have to have three people.  One to pack, two to carry.  Up goes the price.  Actually, I am going to pay to have the manager here because we have a 10 hour (at least) drive ahead of us.  Hubby will get the truck, back it up to the barn, they will load it, move it to the front of the house, then add to the load and off we go.  It is supposed to be good weather, amazingly enough.

My dog just stole my pizza from my hand!

Speaking of dogs, Spider is doing much better.  She was off her food when I started packing.  She is old and doesn’t like new things.  She is the love of my life and leaving her here, although better for her, will be very hard.

I have decided to take my collection of jade flowers with me.  They were easy to pack and were in a corner cupboard that will fit nicely into my office.  I will paint it white and some other color (depending on what the floor is) which will brighten the room up nicely.  I’m not really crazy about knotty pine walls because they darken the rooms and I do like light.  This will, unfortunately be the only collection that I will take although my daughter has offered some red and white enamelware to match the red and white enamelware table that I am going to borrow from her.

Everything seems to be fitting together.  I don’t yet have a new neurologist nor have I selected my veterinarian but that should come in time and am not as frightened as I was.  Actually with all the support I have been getting, I am beginning to think that perhaps the Creator created this crises to make me move on to be happier.  I’m sure I will continue to have ups and downs and will always be angry at my family’s reaction and lack of sympathy for my problems but now perhaps I can start working on the forgiveness part (while I am shoveling the driveway!)

Keep on Goin’

I’ve decided to keep on going with my blogs because I will probably never get this many readers again.  Besides, my choices are going to the dentist or just sitting around worrying about things.

Many people have asked me how to read the comments that I receive on the blogs.  Just click the word “comments” on the bottom of each blog.  However, I warn you, some are not nice.  But, if you don’t like me then you will just laugh your head off and have a good time.  However I do like comments and knowing that you are reading my work.  So please continue.

Today was Dentist day,  yesterday Very Far Away Therapist Day, Friday was Hospital Therapist day and Eye Day, Wednesday Near Therapist Day, the 1st was Neurologist Day, the 3rd was Attorney day and Veterinarian Day, and the 25th My Husband’s Therapist Day.  Good Grief, what is wrong with this picture?  Of course there are a few days in there because I’m trying to forget them.  And, whoopee, I don’t think there are any days in next week!  Couldn’t all physical and mental doctors join forces so that we don’t have so many wars that have to do with gas?

However, I am waiting for three important calls from Maine so that I can boogie on up there to look for an apartment because I am beginning to feel a little cramped here and I’m sure my “family” will be much relieved when I go.  My Far Away Therapist says I really don’t have to sneak away and can drive by myself but if you find me missing……

Again, thank you so much to my friends (imaginary or not) for their support while I was being attacked by the wolves.  I kept thinking about those National Geographic films where when there is a weak animal in the herd that that is where the wolves charge to.  Yikes!  I just found out that my Brother-in-Law is very ill and I pray that this doesn’t happen to him.  When he and I were young I was so jealous of my oldest Sister because I KNEW he was for me!  Wrong again.

Believe it or not, it is a very sunny day today and each day I’m feeling better.  I only hope that each day I can treat my friends a little better because I have been a little cranky lately but one of the therapists (which one?) said that it was probably Posttraumatic Stress.  I should go look that up since I am a baby boomer and quite a few men that I went to school with came back from Nam with that disorder and maybe I would understand them better.

There once was a lady incarcerated;

Who when she got home she changed her bed;

She felt better scrunched up;

Warm milk in her cup;

And a warm Santa Claus cap on her head.

and….

Noodles (as I explained to a friend in Los Angeles,  “Noodles”  is a word substituted for “good bye” because I don’t like “good bye” at all)

PACKING


What are you doing?
Packing.
Why? When you aren’t moving?
I have to get ready to move. Besides, a house sells easier when it is empty because the people can see the house.
But if you put your stuff in the barn, then they can’t see the barn and what are you going to do if you want to use something that is packed away?
I’ll worry about it then.
Where are you going?
I don’t know yet.
I think you are doing it backwards. You always do things backwards. Why are you moving?
I love this house but it is too big to keep clean. I want to force myself to sell my collections by moving into a smaller house. I don’t need a barn or 11 1/2 acres or a house of 3500 sq feet. There is only two of us and my husband doesn’t take care of himself so I expect he will die soon.
What a terrible thing to say! But, I suppose it is good to be prepared. All your collections? Good grief! Why did you buy them then?
Because I was trying to buy happiness. I did get happiness for a few minutes but now we don’t have money because of it.
You are so cheerful today! You know how real estate is now. You will lose a fortune selling now.
I’ll feel lucky if I sell it. I suppose we could just walk away but then where would I live? As it is – we are buying down (I hope) and will have a down payment.
What about your dogs?
Well, I won’t pack them into the barn of course!
I mean your dog figurine collection!
Packing.
Your enamel cream and green and the utensils that match and the Glenwood Stove that goes with them?
Packing.
What about your white ironstone?
Packing.
Your mirrors and crystals?
Packing.
Your shells?
Packing.
Your capo-de-monte?
Packing.
Your fox-hunting items?
Packing.
Your books?
Packing.
Your flower pictures?
Packing.
There will only be furniture left. Are you sorting through the furniture?
Yep. Some, I’m packing.
Your jade flowers?
Packing.
Your antique maps?
Packing.
Your crockery?
Packing.
Are you trying to hide your life in the barn?
Might as well. No one knows I’m here anyway except my daughter.
Well, your husband certainly knows you are here!
Not necessarily but we won’t go into that.
Are you going to pack yourself into the barn?
Nah. Then who would I talk to? Besides, I have a reunion to go to on the 19th and someone has to take care of the dogs.
Oh. Well you missed a shelf of dogs up there.
Yes, better get back to work. After packing comes the cleaning. I do so hate cleaning because of my allergies.
True. I think everyone except your older sister hates cleaning.
Yes. She is in Alaska now cleaning for her daughter.
Well, it’s been nice.
Yes.

Oh My

Please everyone; take a deap (ha, ha, I like that spelling. I must have been thinking of Johnny Dep). Let’s start over; take a deep breath, relax and then exhale toward Wolcott New York because I am about to go insane. My worry stone has imprints in it from rubbing it so much, I’m out of Lorazipam and now have even MORE wrinkles on my forehead. Too much is happening too fast and of course with me there is always a wee little glitch in everything. Not too bad this time but always a wee glitch.
As I’ve told you, there are probably about 7 towns in this county but it is amazing how roads compare from location to location. I grew up here and lived here until around 21 and I would say that I knew where all the towns were and how to get to them and even what shortcuts. They were all two-lane highways, mostly countryside. All were pretty much straight and perpendicular to each other. So I moved to Los Angeles and refused to drive. I’m sure you have seen on television what the highways are like. Once you are in a lane, you stay in that lane and you move at about 75 miles per hour. Too bad if you get a flat tire. Actually, Los Angeles is a bit like Boston.

So I move to Maine and it takes a few years to not get lost all the time. You get used to the fact that the roads are arcs and circles going around rocks and trees and up and down hills and that everyone drives in the middle of the road because for some reason the roads are made with a hill in the middle (to have the water run off?) but people travel pretty much at a reasonable speed. Just watch out for turkeys and cows crossing the road.
Then I move back to the exact same place I started out from. Same roads. Same towns. Same countryside with straight and perpendicular roads only now everyone is is a BIG hurry. And, I keep getting lost! Trees are larger or missing completely. New houses have been built, old ones painted, curves straightened out. Point is you plan a time limit to get somewhere and are always late! I know where I am but I don’t know how to get there! You get halfway there and you wonder how the heck you got to that place and why you are going in that direction. So, guess who was late for jury duty (all though, just in time to have my name called to be interviewed). Then I ask to affirm rather than swear and they start asking all these questions that don’t make any sense. And, you have to tell all this personal information and everyone can hear it. Jeeze, even my Dentist was there! The limit was when the attorney stated “now remember, this trial is just for rape, not forcible rape. We are not judging if the rape was forced”. I wait for one of the pod people in the courtroom to say something. Not a thing! So I say “excuse me but how could you consider it rape if it wasn’t forced?” All hell breaks loose, everyone in the courtroom starts laughing and rolling on the floor. When things calm down the Judge tells me that I am not to ask the attorney questions, I am to ask the Judge questions. Anyway, I wasn’t chosen so that’s over with.
Then at 7:30 is the Town Supervisors Meeting. Another Lorazipam. Big mistake because it was a very, very long boring meeting mostly about hiring someone to cut the weeds in the bay this summer, buying a new truck and which account to take the money out for each. Finally, at the end it was the unanimous decision to hire me as the Town Historian. HOORAY!!!!! And, to make it even better, I’ll make $.69 per hour!!! I was elated but didn’t have a hard time going to sleep.
This morning first thing I had to go into the town hall with my social security card and my driver’s license. Driver’s license – no problem but the last time I saw my SS card was years ago when Paul’s bank that employed him was purchased by a company in India and there was a chance that he would have to go over there for a couple of weeks and I was darned if I wasn’t going over with him. So I got the SS cards, the Birth Certificates (which took a few weeks for me because I was born at a Military Base) and the questionnaires together, clipped them and put them on his desk for when he had a chance to go with me to get our pictures for our passports. Of course, Paul didn’t even remember India much less where the folder was. Now, his office and the upstairs bathroom which are his are not entered by me unless there is an emergency. He puts his dirty clothes in a basket by the door, I plug my nose, reach in to get them and quickly close the door and that’s it. So, no SS card. I took the piece of paper that your SS card is ripped from and my letter from the SS with what I will be getting which luckily had my number on it into the town hall and they took it. For now. And that doesn’t help with our birth certificates.
Then since my Mother had a stint inserted last week I went over to see her for a while and my whole day is shot.
I have homework to do on a web course that I am taking that is due soon.
Saturday my daughter is taking us to dinner for our anniversary and we are going shopping.
Sunday I’m going with a friend to see Hamlet.
Next Sunday is a Handling Seminar that is about 3 hours away.
Remember that this is an Agraphobic speaking that never leaves the house. SEND CALM PLEASE!!!

Soon they hit the rocks!

News from Huron, the Famous Resort City on Lake Ontario in NY (Meaning NOT New York City!

So, today is the day that I report to the courthouse to be “a potential juror”. I’ve only been worrying about this for two years when I got out of it because I was sick. Then, two months ago I got the dreaded letter that I had to fill out and return and then one month ago I got the summons and then today I have to be there by 9:15.
The good news is that at the moment it is not snowing. I think it is about 20 miles through the countryside and this has been a horrible winter for snow and of course I’m worrying about blowing snow because it is windy. I’ll have to bring my worry stone.
Paul woke me up on time. OMG! it was dark. I am so spoiled from not having to travel to a job. I get up, pick up the house, get dressed and start on the computer anywhere from 11:00 to 2:00 and only work to 5:00 or 6:00 then eat and iron, sew, whatever while watching a movie and then to bed. The dogs keep me on schedule. Like right now, as soon as I put on my sneakers, all four are lined up at the door because this week my Mother discombobulated me by have a stint put in and I’ve been out every day. Usually I dust the floor with my socks.
What to wear? Nothing formal, no rags, so I picked a sweater, skinny jeans and (believe it or not) matching sneakers. LOL! The sweater is yellow and blue, the skinny pants are blue and the sneakers are yellow and blue.https://aussiemagicvintiques.wordpress.com/wp-admin/media-upload.php?post_id=506&type=image&TB_iframe=1
What to take with me? A book, naturally I’m reading a big hard cover (Phelps and Gorham Purchase by Thomas), teeny weeny stickers for the book because I’m taking a teeny weeny purse, my license, my medical records, and, because I don’t worry, my DNR instructions, two Kleenex, my lorazipam for when I won’t take the oath because I’m a member of the Religious Society of Friends. I may chicken out on that one and a LARGE bottle of Jim Beam for the courtroom because I’m sure the Judge will need it. Oh drats, I thought I would get by the security check without having to put my stuff in a tray but I forgot about the keys. Should I leave my coat in the car so I don’t have to hassle with it? They confiscate your phones so I’ll leave that there. (Not that I ever use it which makes my daughter want to steal my lorazipam.
What a week. Mother is fine and I THINK I almost have a job as the Town of Huron Historian! It pays $.67 per day but I’m excited anyway AND I got my first Social Security check so I’m RICH! My husband is very excited that this will help him pay the bills (he thinks). I sort of celebrated by buyins some more dog-show clothes and shoes and entering Karla into some shows. And, knowing me, I called my handler (OMG he has grey hair now) to stand by for Syracuse and Springfield. The first two are matches and handling seminars so I can pretend I’ve never seen a dog leash before. This puppy is so shy! I took her over to see Mom and there were three other dogs there and my sister and brother-in-law and, as usual, we all have such similar views (not) that when someone started I about the Tea Party and Obama, Karla jumped on my lap and it was three to one and we argued to my coat and gloves and slipped out the door. I have to do some more research so I can back my opinions up. I didn’t even know who the Koch brothers were and I pronounced the entirely wrong way. Well, I should have known…Henceforth keep thy mouth shut on religion and politics! I’m going to be just wonderful working for the town! LOL! That is, if I live through this day or get picked for a trial that is 12 months long. Where is that worry stone???
As usual, my house is a complete disaster because the floor washer is broken and I ordered the parts 1/20 and they shipped them 2/16. I think I need to hire Billy across the street to use his plow in here. Karla’s favorite toys are the dust balls and she looks kind of like a wire fox terrier of a strange color when she comes up to me. I also need to go through Petfinders and pull the Aussies to list on Australian Terriers International. I should get RC involved in that. Some of those people really need his advice and vice versa but I’m not sure how much he uses Facebook. Another favorite place in Dunham Lake Aussies where Karla came from. I can honestly say that with the exception of four people they are my best friends. However, it isn’t time to worry about Colorado yet and stuffing Karla in the air pod. She isn’t going cargo even if I have to cut her legs and tail off.
Well, noodles, that’s the news and all the news from the Miller Zoo in Huron. Visits are allowed – $10.00 for adults and $5.00 for children. Beds and food extra. But, you ain’t gonna find Huron, NY, anyway. It’s in a black hole although it does have a web site AND MAYBE MY NAME WILL BE ON IT!!!!! They really like me a lot because of my mouth. That was my 10th application. LOL!!!

Three Days in the Life of Lucy Ricardo

mushroomNine days of quiet, mostly good weather, quilt sewing, and mushroom photography. What more could one ask for? Well, perhaps 10 or 11? Don’t ask…Mushroom photography? Yes, it has finally come to that or carrying a tripod with me everywhere and really, you would be amazed at the beauty of some of them and they change shape so fast! I don’t photograph them when they are squishy brown though. I need to put them all on line so that I can identify them. Now the reason is that I have familial tremor and the older I get, the worse it gets. I do take medication but I’m not sure how much more they can increase the amount. It is most embarrassing when I go out to eat and I can’t get the danged wineglass to the mouth. Well, if I look as beautiful as Katherine Hepburn when she was old I shan’t complain. It’s just so unfair that I inherited all the bad traits of the family. Anyway, with mushrooms you can get down and rest your elbows on the ground and get a clear picture.
The drive home was sort of good and bad. I always stop at the Natural Basket (in Natural Bridge, NY, on Rt. 3 – and there is a plug for you Yvonne!) but I was way too comfy at camp to want to go anywhere so on the way home I told hubby that I needed to talk with Yvonne about antique postcards and by the way, did he have any money. He said we still had 2.5 hours to go and I said “I promise – 15 minutes”
After a quick 1.5 hours browsing as fast as I could (and there really was a long line at the counter) I got back to the car. Yikes! He said, “you didn’t tell me you were going to shop!” Now why would I ask him if he had any money if I wasn’t going to shop? Now this is a man who could teach quantum physics married for over 40 years to a woman who is often referred to as “Lucy Ricardo” and he couldn’t pick up on that? Men just don’t pick up on things that women do.
Paul’s back is bad so I usually drive and we haul a small trailer when we go up North. We switch places when we have to reverse because I can’t figure out the jack-knifing thing and which way the trailer is going to do that.
But, back to picking up things…I can always tell when there is a stop light or sign ahead because his right foot starts pounding the floor. I know when to go back into the non-passing lane after I’ve passed someone because he stops looking into his rear-view mirror and I always hear the disgusted “tsk, tsk” when I turn on the wipers instead of the cruise control. (I can’t help it that it is opposite on the Wrangler and it doesn’t help that the Wrangler is standard either when I’m driving and try to shift into park.
Anyway, a couple of cases of mild road rage and we always make it home safe.
But, I was bushed, and early the next morning I had a Vet appointment for a T4 for Spider at a new Vet. The Vet we saw there was about 10 years old and as he was explaining things to me I was miming him. They WILL learn that I have a lot more knowledge than them but just don’t have the equipment. She was fine and the Vet was much closer in distance to home. When we first moved back here they were too busy to accept new clients and in seven years I have fired four other clinics. This one has been through three owners since I was a child and when I told them I was NOT a new client and that I used to see Dr. First Vet and Dr. Second Vet, it didn’t count. Every office should have “comment cards” for receptionists.
So, today I got back to pulling vines off my siding and trimming grass with the grass trimmer on my hands and knees around the chain link run attached to the house so the dogs can randomly come in when they have to go poo poo and out when then don’t. Of course because of my minor accident with the hedge trimmer, every time Paul hears the grass trimmer he comes out and gives me a lesson on the difference between the guard and the handle. Today there was wild Grape Vines, Virginia Creeper, some weird vine with purple flowers, three leaf clusters and red berries and ivy that I had to rip off the fence and then get down and cut the grass next to the fence which is a pain in the derriere because I want to get the grass but not the wire, which would break the blades.
Then, I looked down and noticed that I was on my hands and knees in a mess of poison ivy. We don’t get along well at all. If I walk by it and the wind blows towards me I get poison ivy and I get it bad. To make things worse, I’m allergic to prednisone. So, the clippers are still out there for Paul to go get tonight and I had two showers today.
Well, I have to go look at the puppy cam at http://www.dunhamlakeaustralianterriers.com so that I can make sure that my new puppy (the yellow collar in the older litter) is getting snuggled.
Noodles

Summer

opening spring & pink 003Summer… Wonderful weather here in upstate New York this year. I just can’t bring myself to start bringing in some income by putting my left-over store things on line. I did put some online in the beginning of June but then went up to our camp and put a message up that I was on vacation and forgot until yesterday to remove the message. People must think I take LONG vacations. But, too bad because I’m going on vacation next week again!
I’ve been working around the house (literally – because I did half of the front today) outside. I got a wonderful pair of grass clippers that run for at least three hours prior to having to recharge them so that I can trim several trees without hurting them. (The trees). I just remember to put on my knee pads and out I go. But, then I have to get the clippers to cut the suckers and a few of the lower brances so Billy can get under them to mow with his mower.
We live in a house that was built in 1887 so I assume that the trees were planted at the same time. They are huge and it breaks my heart to see branches come down or the trees themselves come down in a windstorm. The drumlin that we live on has always a breeze and when it blows, it blows. Earlier we lost a blue spruce to the wind, then a huge arbor vitae and a few branches from the black ash and the maples. Then the town of Huron came and removed several branches so they wouldn’t fall on wires which unbalanced them so that now more branches come down. But they are still lovely and I want to measure a maple and send it in to the record tree size place. This was a good start to the trimming this year.
So several weeks ago I started to work. I dead-headed the rhododendrum (which is about 10 foot tall). Is that what it is called? I know I am a deadhead. Well, it felt like I was picking apples and took two days, then I cut down all of the lilac bushes that were merged into the rhododendron and started using the electric trimmers on the yew beneath the windows which open out unless they are in the way. Unfortunately I thought the guard was the handle so that too care of working outside for a while with 6 slices down my left middle finger and a brace for the fracture.
All healed now, and forbidden to use the hedge clipper for a while by my husband I started removing the vines from the house. I started with the Virginia Creeper. I pulled and pulled until I was across the yard – I just couldn’t believe that they were around our upstairs windows and all over the roof on the screened in porch and up and down the white burch. Kind of fun to try to get them without breaking them. Then I went for the wild grape and felt like Tarzan’s Jane swinging on the arbor vitae. Even though it is a non-native species, I didn’t remove the ivy unless it covered the windows.
I clipped stray saplings and a few hedges and called my nephew to put everything in a pile. I think he will soon be rich.
For the front of the house I started with the cedar tree which is close to my office. My office used to be sunny and I really wanted it that way again so I clipped as high as I could then climbed out the bedroom window and stood on the porch roof to get the higher branches that were brushing the house. As long as I was up there I swept about three inches of dirt off (even found some earthworms!) and removed the moss. Tomorrow I will the tackle the forsythia covering another of my office windows. Again I have called in the troops to help put branches and vines in a pile.
Last week I had trimmed the grass under my climbing rose bush because it had started sprouting all over and I wanted to save as many sprouts as I could.
My daughter brought over morning glories and spread them under horse manure around two tree trunks so I have been busy watering the “green spaghetti”.
Meanwhile I started to move my wicker that should be sold to the second story of my barn and spotted a tiny kitten but couldn’t catch it! I’ve been putting out food but we have so many hawks that I am pretty sad. Especially since we had to put our cat Cady down for kidney stones that very same day.
All this, of course, means that I haven’t touched my paperwork or my blogging.
Good news: I’m getting a new Australian Terrier! I know this means four small dogs but I haven’t had an Aussie for so many years and this breeding was just the one I wanted. The sire is from Finland and the dam from Sweden so perhaps I can get out of the health problems. She was born on July 27 and I can fly out to Wisconsin to pick her up the end of September and I am very, very excited. She is from Dunham Lake Australian Terriers and if you wish to see her then just go to their web site and click on to the web cam and on even numbered days she is the one with the yellow collar. This home kennel picks themes for each litter and this theme was the show “cheers”. They call her Carla. Only they spelled it Karla with a K. So, I looked that up on Google and there is a nice song called “Karla with a K” by the group called the Hooters. So I’m going to call her Hooter.
Meanwhile in our spare moments when we have been on vacation we have been looking for a piece of waterfront property to call our own. After finding one and having the loan approved the bank says “Oops! We made a mistake and raised the interest rate 3 points so we need to think of that investment for a while.
So, obviously I’ve been busy and thought I would let you all know that I still have in the back of my mind that I am supposed to be blogging.
Oh, I did have company from New Mexico for a week two weeks ago. We call each other sister and brother and we graduated together. I think he is my best friend and I believe it is such a good thing to be able to say one thing and the other person’s eyes light up because they know exactle what you mean. By the time he left he had huge circles under his eyes because we stayed up until anywhere from 3 am to 4 am each night. At least I could take a nap while he was driving his 89 year old mother around to see her friends. It really was a blast.
So, I think that most news is good news here my friends and if I make it through a couple more weeks I’ll be back with you. I miss you.
Noodles!

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FINALLY, BACK TO THE BLOG

BarnSideYep, I was abducted by aliens.  I think that they were called humans.  But, now I’m back and I’m thinking that I would rather be with the aliens again.
Painfully, I liquidated Aussie Magic Antiques.  I felt like I was pouring money into a black hole.  However, before I sold everything at a HUGE loss I removed all the good stuff and the little stuff and the paper stuff and the stuff I really liked and stuffed all that stuff into my office on top of and below all my tables and into all the corners so that I could sell them online… someday.  Now the barn is empty and my husband is smiling and moving all his tools back into it.
After the initial shock was over, I realized that I didn’t need to keep staring out the window to see if someone was here and to always be dressed appropriately for company and listening for clients to drive in.  I didn’t have to go out each morning to hang the “open” flags, open the barn doors, turn on the lights, vacuum and turn on the security to catch thiefs.
This was a good thing because my office was so crowded it was very difficult to go in and out.  So, since I work much better in an orderly atmosphere and I have somewhat of a OCD problem I sorted through all of the things and boxed them and put them in front of the cellar door to go down stairs or in front of the porch door to go on the front porch or in front of the stairs to go upstairs.  As long as I was doing this I decided to rearrange my office because I didn’t have to look out the window anymore to see if someone had come into the driveway.
I decided to put all my antique pictures and frames in my upstairs bedroom closet.  So, I went into the basement and brought up all the extra frame materials to combine with them which freed up some room in the cellar to move down the boxes of things that I wanted to sell on the internet after labeling them.  While doing this, I found a grey frog.  It looked like a hunk of cement but when I went to move it, it jumped.  I suppose that it was mutated from spending its life in the cellar so I threw the poor thing outside hoping that it would turn green again.  Ugh!  After numerous trips up and down stairs I got all the pictures and frames up there.  However, this meant that I had to empty the closet which was full of quilts, chenille and antique coverlets.  I sorted those so that two of my sisters made out like bandits and I could actually store the rest into two chests with the quilts open on my spare room bed.  This got me down to about 25 quilts, 10 chenille spreads and 5 white coverlets.  Now I only have to sort through the pictures by size and put them into the closet.  Meanwhile if we have to get up in the middle of the night we trip on pictures or trip over broken frames.
This left the things to carry to the basement.  In order to make room in the basement, I had to move all the empty boxes into the other part of the basement where I had moved the pictures from.  As long as I was doing that I decided to sort the boxes into sizes and to order some USPS boxes to be ready for shipping things from my online sales.
I then tackled the things to go onto the front porch which were the antique books on the history of this area of New York and of the Civil War.  Also ephemera and postcards of the same and antique greeting cards that I had which all had to be sorted out to new or used.  Then, in order not to ruin them I attended an online course on “museumwise” on preserving and caring for paper which meant that I had to spend a million dollars on special boxes and put up shutters and sheets over the bookcases so that things wouldn’t fade.  When I walk by them I can’t wait to start working on my genealogy again and maybe I’ll even attempt a book!
This cleaned up the livingroom.  While rearranging my office I decided to paint my furniture with pink accents (the pieces that were painted already or were so scratched and old that they really did need covering.  I also needed to paint my pine organizers and set up the space for photographing the online items and hand the pictures and mirrors that I had moved from the barn.  However, I still can’t find the pink paint and my fish tank decided to leak so I had to stop and clean everything that had been in the tank so that I could give “Mow” to my sister.  “Mow” is short for mohawk which is after his hairdo.  He is a cichlid and needed a big tank which I couldn’t afford and which my sister already had.  I miss him already.
Meanwhile I decided to trim the hedges around the windows so that we could get some light into the house.  Unfortunately the North side is on quite a hill so that you (I) cannot comfortably and safely set a ladder so I have to get up on my tip toes and reach as far as I can to trim the top flat.  I was using one of those huge electric trimmers that sort of look like chain saws.  Unfortunately, since I was doing it by feel instead of by looks I didn’t realize that I was holding on to the guard instead of the handle.  My middle finger felt warm and I looked, three the trimmers, grabbed my finger to keep it together and ran into the house.  My husband was at the store and I couldn’t dial the telephone so I hit the automatic dial on my cell and called my daughter the EMT.  I think the speaker is on the other side of the telephone because she thought I said that I cut my finger off so she dialed 911.  Husband got home and took me to the medical center who said “no way”, “you have to go to the hospital emergency.  Which, of course, we did.  I ended up with 10 stitches.  6 slices down my finger (luckily, not across) and a fractured bone.  Well, that was fun but it still left the mess in my house to care for which then took me twice as long to take care of.
I’ve decided not to advertise my paper goods on the porch but to let people come and use them for reference if they wish and if they do not remove them from the property.  Meanwhile I’m reading them and putting thousands of pink stickers everywhere my area or my relatives are mentioned.
In other words – I’ve been a little busy.  However, we have had time to go up North now that I can leave the barn and take time off – which is wonderful.
And, this is only the first installment of the saga!  However, the dogs are telling me that I am an hour overdue feeding them so pictures later and more to write later!  I’ve missed you all my fans.  Thank you for writing and asking me where I was.  The aliens told me that you had written but I was tied up and couldn’t reply.  Love you!