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!)

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.

I believe that puppies are harder to raise than children. Am I crazy? Probably, but think about it. My puppy is almost one year now. Not only does she get into everything but she is faster than I am. She understands some words and definitely understands the meaning of my tones but even though I have spent many professional years and un-professional years with dogs there are times that I cannot understand her as much as I listen. I can never really get angry with her because she loves me so much and tells me this every day in her eyes. She doesn’t cry when she wants something or when she has gas, in fact she hides it when she feels bad so it is very hard for me to know even when she needs to go to the Veterinarian with her. I can’t run to the neighbor to say “gee! guess what Karla did to day!” In fact my neighbors would think I was stark raving mad (as my family does). Everyone loves babies. Not everyone loves puppies.
Carla wid a K has been going through some changes. I’m not sure whether they are due to her age or just because she lives with me. Last week we had a tremendous thunderstorm which came out of nowhere. Now if I watched TV or listened to the radio or had a fancy phone it would not have come out of nowhere and we would probably have been somewhat prepared. If I had known it was coming the dogs and I would be sitting on the cellar stairs cowering and just waiting but no, Karla was playing in the burrs and guarding against invading chipmunks (she lowers her voice when guarding). She has been very brave since going to the dog show in Colorado! I was folding clothes and the other three were with me. THAT’S when I should have noticed something was going to happen because Spider was starting to shake and Sam and HarryIt were keeping close. Usually they don’t hang out with me in the laundry room. All of a sudden the rain started coming down and one minute later there was a “CRACK!”. The loudest thunder I had ever heard. Even Paul, who likes to watch thunder storms called down to see if all was all right. Then I noticed that something wet was trying to crawl up my body. Poor Karla was drenched and shaking and had reverted to her baby self. I dropped the shirt I was folding and noticed the other three were gone, probably under a couch, grabbed a towel and picked up my big baby and cuddled her. She is obviously still upset because when the fireworks went off last evening she was shaking and sitting on my lap. So much for chipmunks. This may be somewhat of a blessing because I’m tired of running out and throwing toads out of the pen.
I’m feeling much better in the foot and back areas and have continued painting the bath downstairs. I’ve been boxing a few collections and have called a cleaner for the house (who hasn’t returned my call) for preparation of putting the house up for sale again. This is so fun. If someone wants to come view, I have to grab the dogs and go for a ride and keep the house clean at all times. However, if it sells, at least we will have some things packed. I don’t want the movers to pack, just move. We have looked at two houses close to my daughters. One, looking through the windows, was adorable with cathedral ceilings and wainscoting. And, a loft. I’ve always wanted a loft for the bedroom or my office. A little pricey but maybe could talk them down. It even had a wood fence around the back yard to keep the dogs in and only 2 acres in the middle of fields to care for. However, visiting showed some problems. I think it was made of cardboard and the finished basement was drenched, with water on the walls and showed repairs to the ceiling from water problems. Cross that one off.
Then we visited another close to my daughter which was built in the 1870’s. Very sturdy with a few problems to fix inside. In fact, on top of the one car garage connected to the house were two rooms that had not been re-modeled and looked like they were ancient so had much potential. However, it had only one acre and was in the suburbs of Rochester (which are growing) and they had divided the land up so that the barn was not ours but was filled with cars, trucks, boards, trash and the entire house needed re-siding. To many “ifs” and “Maybes” for us to risk so we passed on that one also.
We were a great deal shy because of what is happening around our house. Both houses showed why it was that we bought where we are now. However, things change. We have a garbage disposal outfit across the street to the west that was very small when we moved in and has added three other disposal businesses to it so it runs day and night. Although, initially they had to keep their equipment under roof in the evening, the town wants the taxes and doesn’t pressure them to do so now. To the east moved in a hound kennel so there is the lovely baying sound day and night. Although I have complained about the noise, what are you going to do? Rubber band their muzzles? Now they have built a migrant camp that we look at from our back porch to the East also. When we went to the town meeting about that one, we were assured that we would not see it from our house.
We have received notice that a machine shop will open to the North of us. Town meeting is the 8th but what can you do? Obviously they have been approved because they are remodeling the building and have their signs up. And this is in an agricultural zoned area so variances have been approved for all. When I think of the trouble I had to open an antique shop in my barn I could just cry.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I keep hearing the kittens but not seeing the kittens which is driving me insane. Luckily I’m just hearing the kittens complain a little when Mama leaves or complain a little until they get that teat. As for the kitten food in the barn, the chipmunks are running around with very fat cheeks and we will probably be finding stashes of kitten food for a year in things like our snow blower and swinging chairs. My older Sister has been in Alaska with my nieces children. They will now find out how bossy my older sister is! I miss her.
I actually sold an item on Etsy (D.A.YanceyRecollections) and someday am hoping to sell just one postcard (even though the postal rates are high on Bidstart (same store name) but, I need, need, need to get more stuff on line to sell.
ONE GREAT THING! A friend of mine sent me a whole booklet of old black and white pictures of the main Camp at Goose Pond being built. And, yep, there is my older sister and I and Vincent (he’s the one that Dad told us pulled the moon with a string when we were driving up there) popping something in my mouth. Probably to shut me up which I’m going to do right now.
Noodles!

Aside

Cats, Kittens, Dogs, Love

Well, Mama cat moved her kittens and I have to say I’m a wee bit disappointed because I REALLY liked the grey and black one with black ears but I have to say that I can’t imagine why she put them where she did in the first place.  To back track for those of you not on Face Book (is there anyone not on Face Book?) we have a screened in, very large porch on the back of our house.  The dog yard is at right angles to the porch and three or four days ago the dogs started going ballistic.  As usual, when they start going ballistic, I go out and check to see if it is a chipmunk sitting up sticking out its tongue at them or a rabbit leaning on the chain link or a cat walking through the field or a loose dog of the neighbors that I should take home.  This time they were going ballistic at the gas tank.

I don’t worry about my dogs but thought it might be a poisonous toad or snake or that one of them had their foot caught somewhere or maybe a rat or something was attacking them so I rushed out through their side door, squeezed through their porch railing hole and ran down their ramp to them.  They were telling me that it was something horrible but I couldn’t see one darn thing.  Because I don’t worry about them I made them come into the house and shut the door just in case.

Then I went out to the back porch which has very long steps down to the ground because we are on a hill and stood at the top of the steps and looked over them and there……there was a Mama feral cat (guaranteed because I knew her and I can’t get close to her), black and white with three little kittens.  The other two were black and white.  I also know the father who is a beautiful solid grey color.

Immediately, I didn’t start worrying about them.  It was a pretty silly place to have kittens – not really protected, about 1.5 feet from the dog chain link fence and only protected from the rain if it came from the North.  I quickly ran and got my hubby and he looked at me and said “leave them alone”.  So, because I don’t worry I called a “no kill shelter” who said “leave them alone because they need their mother’s milk right now and she will take care of them”.  So, very disappointed, I left them alone.  At lunch I took out my turkey sandwich which was loaded with turkey and leaned over and darned if the turkey didn’t slip out.  Oh well, since I had to leave them alone I just left the turkey there.

The next morning I had the rest of the turkey from the package in my sandwich (I was really hungry) and darned if that didn’t slip out also!  Mama and babies were still there.  Actually, I met her eyes and she looked at me pretty calmly.  For the second day the dogs weren’t allowed outside (and I wonder why they aren’t housetrained!).  The third day Paul bar-b-qued chicken and I am such a klutz I dropped a huge hunk of it.  Please note that all traces of turkey had disappeared and Mama was still there was babies. 

That evening we had a huge thunder storm from the south.  I wanted to go out and get them or cover them or something but felt it really was best for Mama to figure out that that was not a good place and to take them into the barn whose door I had forgotten to close.  This morning they were gone.  After daydreaming and dropping my tuna sandwich I decided that I would go out tomorrow and look for them.  Not aggressively but just go out and look around.  Not that I want a kitten but the were SO cute.  Strangely enough my hubby told me that he knew they were gone.  He gave me one of those parental stares but didn’t say anything about turkey or tuna fish or chicken.  I miss them but the dogs are sure glad to be outside.  Now the only problem I had was having to go out because Karla was petrified of a toad (which is good) and wouldn’t stop barking so I had to do the door, rail hole ramp thing again and pick up that awful-feeling pitch black thing and throw it over the fence.  I have to look up toads to see if they change colors like lizards according to where they are because I found a grey one on the cement in the basement.

Aside from two catastrophes of health of two dear friends, all else is fine.  I have decided that it is not fun to get old.  I still can’t walk and have to solve that problem.  I have also decided that it is up to us to find out what is wrong with us and to decide which medicines are good for us and inform our doctors because they don’t have a clue.  They don’t know how we feel and can only guess and now that we have the internet we can at least look things up for ourselves.  If we are lazy and rely totally on our doctors then it is our fault if we don’t know the problem.   Unfortunately, some problems cannot be solved but at least if we know what it is then we can wrap our minds around it and make the right decisions on what to do or not do.

I want to say that I do so appreciate all of you listening to me rant on about stuff.  It is so much less expensive than paying for a therapist.  I do wish you could write prescriptions though!!!

Hope you and yours are well.

WE’RE HOME AND IT COULDN’T BE WORSE

The dog show is over and Karla and I are back from Colorado almost safe and sound.  My brain seems to be functioning again after two weeks and Karla now thinks she is Queen of the pack (but she still takes a wide berth around Sam who is REALLY cranky lately). 

We met new friends and old friends and only one really stupid person (which I brought to her attention).  I was sure I wouldn’t recognize anyone after so many years but guess what?  They didn’t recognize me!!!  Am I that much older looking?  Everything went as per usual.  Since my feet hurt, we took the easy way and asked for a wheelchair.  Why doesn’t everyone do that I wonder?  For a tip they zip you right to your gate thank goodness.  It has been so long since I have flown from a large airport I just couldn’t believe that you had to take a train to a plane! 

I had sedatives for Karla thank goodness!  I put her into her Airpod which slides over the handle of the suitcase.  The wheelchair pusher parked us at the gate.  I let go of the handle.  Karla wiggled.  The case and Karla fell over.  I grabbed for her.  The wheelchair fell over.  The entire terminal ran over to stare at the poor disabled lady on the floor who was helped up by the stewardess who stood beside me until I was on the plane.  I then gave Karla a sedative and ate my portion of the three peanuts shared by all the passengers.  At Chicago where I changed planes I noticed that Karla had her head stuck between the metal bar in her bag and the mesh and was just hanging there.  The company has yet to answer my letter.

Theresa and Chris came to get me which was very nice of them because I forgot the time change which made it at 10:30 pm and everyone had to get up early in the morning.  They were even nice enough to drive through McDonalds so I could eat.  I shared my burger with Karla and that was the end of her eating kibble…still.  (By the way, I absolutely love Chris and his son!) 

Monica was my chauffeur.  I think she wanted to put a tag on me with my name and address because I was so exhausted that I could never remember where her car was or make any decisions.  The only decision I made was that I WANT ARCHER!  He is absolutely adorable and could do one of Beamer’s tricks.  That was jumping back and forth from bed to bed.  I was in stitches.  I think though that he was as nervous as I.  Archer’s arrows go straight to Monica’s heart so I doubt she will let me have him.

Karla turned into this thing.  Here is this shy dog that I was worried about even taking into the hotel that saw a Great Dane and tried to attack it!  Good grief!!!  She was even patient when it took me about five tries to get my door open and pretended not to hear what I said when I broke my coffeepot.  The maid left a nice note:  1.  Turn on power, 2. put thingee in thing.  Leave thingee in thing because the hole you made is not to pour the coffee into the where the water goes, 3. pour water into water hole (they could label them) and press “brew”.

One of the shows Karla and the other undocked Aussie were dismissed from the ring.  I was so angry that I cried because I could see that yes, having a tail is not in the standard but I guess having feet pointing in all directions and a head on backwards is just fine.  Pamela saw that I was about to go in and kill the judge so she made me sit down and talked me into just asking the judge if they were dismissed because of their tails.  Of course the answer was “OH NO!”.  I actually smiled, shook her hand and left.  None of the tailed Aussies did as well as I expected.  Karla won her class but that was about it.  Karla felt like she had to ride in the back of the bus and drink out of a special water fountain just because her spine wasn’t amputated.

We had a wonderful party with the dogs and people running together at a beautiful house hosted by Katrina and David.  The next door neighbor came out of his door with a black lab, saw all these Aussies coming around the corner one by one non stop, turned around and went back in his door.  It really was hysterical.

Finally sad goodbyes and I go up to the desk to pay and they charge me over $100 per night!  I still have to straighten that one out.  Luck was with me again with Pamela walking up at the same time to tell them it should be just $80 something.  Of course the manager wasn’t there.  So later.

Got home smoothly due to wheelchair pushers and crashed.  In the middle of the night I wake up screaming because my back hurt so much.  I stood up and my feet didn’t hurt at all.  You figure that out.  I gulped one of  Hubby’s back pills and went to the foot doctor as scheduled and found that I had plantar fasciitis (sp).  So, he molded little ballerina shoes with COLD water and I will get the insoles in the mail.  I set up an appointment for the back.  Next day I thought I had the Camel flu but half-way through the day realized that I forgot to take my pills.

I’m not even going to mention what happened with my wonderful historian job and hubby and I decided to go up North tomorrow for the rest of the week so something else could happen bad to me (aside from the fact that we are having a difficult time selling our house and now they are putting a machine shop next to us).  This is in an agricultural zone.

Well, now that you all know that things have been normal with me I bid you adieu and warn you that you should probably stay as far away from me as you can!

Future History

As most of you know, I was appointed as Town Historian (there was no other applicant) and am so excited about it! But then, I broke my foot and now I can’t get over there to look at and breath in the things that are in the buildings. Beside the fact that you probably all know how closed up buildings feel even colder than the outdoors which has been none to warm lately. So I begged my husband to at least help me bring the contents of one file cabinet home to examine.
I have also been immersed in a Museumwise class entitled “Preservation of Photographs and Albums”. So, you know what is coming… This is a very small town. We don’t even have a zip code. But, we do have three historical buildings that contain historical items which show how the people lived here and who they were so I think we are extremely lucky to be able to see our past. I, for one, am not too keen on looking at the future but am a firm believer that we will be needing to use the skills that were important in the past. So, I pulled all of the pictures so that I could store them correctly, identify them and at least stop the deterioration of them. There are so many developments (that was a pun) in preservation that I’m surprised at the good care that they have had so far but some are fading away and look like pictures of ghost houses and people. To stop their deterioration further, this small town needs a de-humidifier, an air conditioner and a small self-defrosting refrigerator; all to be placed in the office where the pictures will be kept. Also, will I live long enough to put them into archival sleeves, matts or boxes? Another expense for a small town. And, are the pictures even important enough to anyone but me to do this? So, we need volunteers and funds for materials from and for a town where there are not enough volunteers to start a Historical Society.
However, I’m having fun! Going through the documents and looking at the pictures I have actually found pictures AND two composition books about my Grandmother’s Mother’s family! Since I have been working on my genealogy for years now – this is BONANZA time. I am now photocopying them. I also plan on photocopying all of the pictures so that we can use those for display and not the originals. It would be nice if I only handled them once and did this when I placed them in the archival containers. Dream on.
Meanwhile, the condition of my house gets worse and worse. Because of my foot, I can do almost nothing so it is dark in here and dreary and piled up with stuff (including one file cabinets contents from the Old Town Hall) and just plain filthy. I would like to sell the whole thing for whatever we can get at the moment and move into a tiny, one bedroom, two bath on the water with windows all around. Of course it would have to have a big enough yard to enclose four terriers and far enough away from neighbors so that we don’t get fined every day for the noise ordinance violation.
I’m wondering how to go about hiring a cleaning crew. When they come in do they wear nose plugs and put things away where you tell them to? Do they dust, wash glass, clean ceramic and wood floors? Change curtains? I mean, I can’t do any of that stuff and my husband doesn’t even notice it because (I should be happy) he is making money so that sometime he can retire in a teeny tiny airy house by the ocean with our dogs.
Well, live long and happily and write composition books about your family for future generations to make them happy.

Nothing

So many things to think about as to reasons so many people in the North East U.S. are somewhat racial and why my tolerance level is getting lower and lower…like, the longer I am away from Southern California, the less I can tolerate real Mexican food. It’s just too darn hot! The older and less agile I get the less I like rap. Another reason is that I’m the person that if a sales person approaches me without me asking for something, I leave. And because of the bass in this music and because the people who play it assume that everyone likes it they force me to listen to it when they drive by. Even in the winter, with the storm windows on and the wind blowing. I’m becoming less patient as I age and I can’t listen to the complaints people are making about the economy, the weather, the roads and on and on and on are Obama’s fault. What? Is he God now or something? I find myself wanting to slug people saying “Oh! Another dog to show. It must be so nice to have so much money” as they drive by in their new cars with their trailers loaded with toys of all kinds or people saying “well the reason you can’t sell your house is because you over paid for it in the first place”. Why do I have to explain that we are not handy people and this house was in excellent condition and would only have optional projects to spend money on, that the acreage was what we needed for the horses and the barn was in perfect condition.

Good things that other people in my life and I feel? Yes there are some! I LOVE Mexican refried beans, burritos, rice, and guacamole that isn’t hot. I love gospel, blues, alternative and classical music that I choose and play for myself and no one else. There were only two choices for the presidential race and of course, neither of the choices were telling the truth or the wouldn’t have made it that far. At least one had a brain. I ADORE my new puppy whether I show her or not. I know exactly how big she will be when she grows up, the breeder sends me emails when it is time for her shots and you get what you pay for. (FYI I have three rescues also, one of which cost much more in the long run than this one). Our house is perfect for us with the updates we have made. We have lived her for seven years and have not had to fix anything other than the water heater which just went and we don’t have the horses any more so we could divide the lot if we wish.

So, are things bad? No, just exciting as in:

Karla’s first trip to the Vet:

Popped her into the Air Pod dog crate which I used on the plane and converts to a car traveler. No fuss, no muss. She was great all the way to the Vet’s which was about 25 minutes. I love that Air Pod, it flattens down to nothing has pockets and fleece that comes out to wash and has straps for seat belts. I recommend it highly for travel. I wouldn’t use it as a crate in the house though because it’s too small.

When we got there she was great. We went inside and there were cats and people (no dogs) and I’m not worried about her top line any more. She was gorgeous. The ear is a problem and I will tape it but Now that I’ve seen her natural alert pose, I think she is beautiful. Her rear may correct itself but I don’t think that it is so bad that I can’t correct it by grooming. She looked striking but it was kind of funny when you looked at that stance and then the ear flopping. LOL

Same Vet Practice as I took Spider and Cady but a different Vet. Her smug attitude really put me on the defense, also the technician. The Tech came in first and said OK, check up, last of the puppy shots and rabies, right. I said no rabies and no lepto. She said “well, she has to have rabies” and I said “not today with the rest of these shots thank you” and she said the Vet will be with you in a moment with her brows raised. Vet comes in (very matronly younger woman) and said – “So, it’s a 5 way and rabies right”. “We don’t give lepto unless a client asks. I told her “good for the lepto but NO rabies at this time” She started defending her position and I said “NO rabies at this time. This doesn’t mean I won’t get a rabies because I will, but not at this time.” She had a really nasty smile. Then I said that I wanted the shots that didn’t have the mercury in them. Another nice smile and “that would be this one”.

You would have thought Karla had just had her leg cut off. What a wuss! Was she like that with you? Or didn’t the Vet know how to give a shot slow and easy? Yipes, and we had the microchip to go yet. Karla was even worse for that and whined all the way home. I surprised she didn’t try to faint on the table.

Then I asked the Vet if she could tape up the ear for me. And she said (which I already knew) we don’t dock tails or ears in NY state. I told her that was good and neither did I but could she TAPE the ears. She gave me another pained look and said they didn’t have the equipment because they don’t dock. I said “right-o”. Then I asked for a prescription for the heartworm and she said that they sold it cheaper than online and they had online services. So, I said “fine, no prescription”. The other Vet there had given me a prescription for Spider’s thyroid no problem. Then they noticed all the bleeding from Karla from her microchip and were wiping it up like I didn’t see. I’ll be surprised if the thing didn’t come out with the blood. That has NEVER happened to me before.

Then back to the counter but Karla was still wagging her tail (and she has a very nice one by the way. I didn’t notice the way it was set but she has a nice moderate neck. Much longer and nicer than Beamer”s but certainly not as long as ? (Woody).

Up to the counter, mortgaged my car while Karla planted one on their rug naturally. I almost stepped on it and I think she did that on purpose. Luckily, they are solid now.

Going to the car my hands are full of receipt, sample packages, tag, purse and Karla and the plastic snap on Karla’s collar undid. I dropped everything on the pavement and dove for her. Got her, no problem except my heart then went back, got my stuff on the ground, drove home with no problem, went inside, locked door and here I sit hoping not to have to go anywhere for the next month.

Probably a Slow Day for Some

“What’s that?”, you say, “how was your day?”. Well, I’ll tell you whether that’s what you said or not. You COULD just delete it and I won’t be insulted because I won’t know. (Someone tell me that there isn’t a blog delete counter because I’d be in trouble!)
To start with, I just couldn’t get out of bed. There was a dog to the right of me that was sleeping on the covers that WOULD NOT move. He does the same thing when I try to go somewhere and he hasn’t been invited. First he grabs the carpeting with his nails. I think he is like a cat because I cut them regularly. and if I get him out of the rug he flops over onto his back and turns into something that feels floppy. Then I take him with me. But this time, he was going nowhere!
I had a dog to the left under the covers and she was warm and cuddly. Sometimes, when she doesn’t want to be warm and cuddly she sticks out those long legs and you can’t get near her. She does that at our camp where we have a smaller bed and this gives her more room. My Hubby says she always sleeps with her back toward me and puts one of her legs up his ***.
I had a dog on top of my feet. She’s easy though. All you have to do is say “BOO!” and she jumps up, piddling all the time and looking terribly guilty so that I have to kiss her for a while if I ever can get up. I think it’s the Border Collie in her.
Once I got up, I was ready to go back to bed. I’m slightly compulsive and have my order of things to do. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom so I’ve decorated it as nicely as the rest of the house. In fact, I’m painting another mirror frame there the same color as the wall (off white). It’s one of those old ones with decorations so you can’t vacuum it or the frame disappears piece by piece, yellow and green with gold accents. But not in the morning.
This is what I do in the morning. Get a cup of coffee and a glass of water, sit down and read my current book for however long I want…and I don’t get interrupted by anyone…and it’s kind of comfortable unles my IBS kicks in. Then into the shower. Then the neti pot. I know people think this is gross but it works for my allergies. I’ve gotten so I feel dirty if I haven’t washed my nose, then my teeth: brush with electric brush, brush way back with small brush, Brush between with Xmas tree brush, massage around teeth with that rubber pointy thing and then floss. Meanwhile I can still read! Then I grease myself down, first toner on the face then face lotion and then body lotion. Then I tackle my hair which is getting long again. Almost to the bottom of the shoulderblades. Since I’ve grown it this time from a 1″ cut and can’t stand hair in my face, I kept cheating and cutting the front top but now it’s almost long enough to rubberband with the rest of my ponytail. It will be a bun later. Then dress and “wallah!”
I look at the clock and my Doctor appointment is one hour away. I’m outta there! (of course forgetting my updated list of medications and supplements (42 total so I’m taking them all day and I don’t see or feel any different for the supplements – but I guess they are preventatives). The only trouble is that some are big and if I’m in a hurry I have trouble. Tonight I got one stuck in my throat and it really hurt. I drank a glass of water, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big piece of crust. It wouldn’t go down; nor would the pill come back with it. so I ended up sticking my finger down my throat which worked (and no food came out, thank goodness). It was a medium capsule of COQ10 and believe me, I didn’t take another. I think I would rather have a heart attack.
Late at the Doctors. Believe it or not – I am actually losing 2 lbs every three months! By the time I am 80 I’ll have reached my goal. I’ve given up on the cholesterol. He added another pill so I’m now taking 8 pills a day for that. But, I guess I should be happy it went from 320 to 240 in 7 years. And, I’ve changed my eating (except bar-b-que chicken skin and I haven’t told him that). I can’t eat too much fiber because of the IBS. Even the unsoluable fiber. Blood sugar up again. Not diabetic yet and I’ve stopped sugar completely. Have you ever had Jim Beam without Coke or Pepsi? So I’ve lowered my alcohol intake. Blood pressure, pulse and everything else he checked was fine except the familial tremor. If I could get rid of one thing it would be that. First of all, its embarassing that my head shakes and my hands shake so bad that I find it difficult to lift a glass or cup to my mouth. I’m on the maximum amount of medication that he will give me so he referred me to a neurologist so he can probably tell me I have Parkinsons. But, I believe they have medication for that so I will be able to write again and paint again. I used to have beautiful handwriting. Thank God for typewriters.
Next – Verizon – My daughter told me to go in and tell them that my phone is shi*. I have a Samsung. All I need to do is call out and get to the internet and take pictures. That’s it! Why can’t they make new things easy? Even telephones. Kids can’t add or write but they understand these scientific instruments. What’s up with that? However I’m call-phone challenged and have had it for 1.5 years. I have 92 voice call messages that I can’t get to so I gave it to my daughter. It tells her “dial 69” for messages. “this number is not in service”. She couldn’t even get them. So, I went in, went up to the counter and said “my daughter told me to tell you that this phone is “shi*”. He looked around. I told him I wanted another kind that could only do what I wanted and nothing else and “could he please get my messages for me? I’ll just sit here and listen to how many friends I’ve lost if I may.” Well, he played with it and said it wasn’t refurbished but that “this phone is shi*”. So my new Samsung arrived today and I’M supposed to know how to transfer all my contacts and stuff to it? I printed out the telephone instructions for the old one and it filled a 3″ notebook! I think I’ll use the shitt* one.
Then on to Savers. I LOVE that store and I broke my record. Total – $350 but it was half price clothes day. This store plays good music, it has everything, everything is arranged by size and they fold pants so you can see the size and how they look. The books are even arranged by subject. I got 8 history books, three packages of dog toys (they bag them), placemats, vintage table cloths and as I was standing there the attendent hung an antique penny quilt for $9.99 in front of my face. I think she hung it on my hand! I’m going on a trip and my new puppy will probably chew my shoes and cuffs so of course three pairs of pants (one didn’t fit so my daughter lucks out), two long-sleeved shirts, (both to my daughter. Clothes that cheap don’t get tried on. It takes too long), two short-sleeved shirts, three t-shirts and a blazer that has really long arms that hubby laughed at until I glared. All I want is to be comfortable and my hostess did say they dress casual and when I get cold my hands get cold, too, and I’ll be using it just as a jacket, a pair of funny colored sneakers and a pair of shoes. One pair sweats for hubby, several kitchen utensils, a rock tumbler, lots of candles. I have to say that 2/3 of the clothing had their original tags on them and the rest looked like they had never been worn. I love that store. Well, I’m not too tall (5’1″) (oh! and a reversable belt and hankies for my quilt) so I had to stop when I was running into things (and a purse!) because the cart was so mounded over with my stuff. The cashier was new and a nervous wreck so we had an assembly line…the manager handed me the stuff, I removed the hangers, and the cashier did her job with no mistakes. Good girl!
Then I drove home, ate something, drank something, told the dogs that yes, I was fine and they were fine and everything was fine (I mean, jeez, my hubby works upstairs!), redressed and went out to meet a portion of my family at a restaurant for my brother-in-law’s birthday. I loved seeing my nieces because I don’t have grandchildren but for that restaurant if I eat with the kids again, I’ll bring my own crayons because their’s hardly colored at all! I wonder if there is a reason for that?
Then, home it was to a Miss Marple Mystery via Netflix, this blog which took 2 hours, and then to bed, I hope.
So, in otherwords, do you think my day was terrible or good. I think all in all it was good but I was glad when it was done.
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!

Ghost Mirror with a Hat

This week – an easy project (you will laugh) and an easy post covering some hard work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I always buy mirrors at garage sales, especially if they are white.  If they aren’t white and need fixing up I paint them the color of my walls so all you see is the mirror.  They bring in so much light and make your rooms look so much bigger.  However, they are pretty cold so I warmed this one up with a hat and veil.  The benefit of this is that you can stand in front of the mirror and see if you look good in this hat!  (just kidding)  See how simple that was!  Looking at my picture I think I see a ghost.  I do know there is one or more here in my office but we can talk about that later.

Again, I am in the middle of cleaning.  Once I looked around my house and saw that everything was getting dusty again and the floors needed buffing and cleaning again, I decided that it was time to go out to the barn and take a look at the shop.  All winter (as is normal) I had logged in things that I wanted to sell and attached prices on them.  Then I hauled them out to the barn and set them in the most convenient place.  Barns are very chilly in the winter, very chilly in the spring, too, so I didn’t stay very long out there unless I had a customer.

When I went out I noticed that, of course, everything needed dusting.  I also noticed that my pet chipmunks had put kernels of corn, a few walnuts (where did they get those?  We don’t have walnut trees!) and various other eatables into my change slots in the cash drawer.  The only other real damage was that for some reason the chipmunks thought that a certain color and a certain material of a certain quilt was either yummy or needed for a nest.  I may get extra for this quilt now, seeing as it has holes where a certain color used to be.  Well, I sort my items anyway so this item will now go out of the vintiques and into the yard sale pile.

Where to start?  I supposed that it would be easier to just take one thing out of one box and take care of it not looking at everything and getting depressed.  I used to do that with the wood pile when we were heating the house in Maine with only wood.  I would look at the woodpile that had to be moved into the cellar and get so depressed!  I learned that if I focused on only one piece of wood at a time that before I knew it the pile would be in the cellar!  So I took a lovely Early American Pressed Glass from the top of the box to put on one of the glass shelves.  Oh dear!  First, I needed to move that entire shelving unit outside because it was plastic and would be perfect for yard sale items, then I needed to put the glass fronted huge wood shelving unit where the one had been because it was narrower (and longer) and people would have more room to look.  But, of course, since I was moving all the glass off the shelves of the unit that was moving, I had to dust all and sort all, move the wooden shelving unit where the plastic one was and then arrange all.  Aside from the new shelving unit, I also have another narrow but wide unit that has 5 shelves and one that has deep but smaller shelves.  Since I’m starting to convince myself that I have OCD, I needed to put all the vases, glass used for eating, footed glass, covered glass and odds and ends together, dusting them all.  This took all of yesterday and today but it does look nice and shiny and it looks like I have all new inventory.  People like to think that I’m constantly buying so that they should come back more often.  Why come back when you have the same old stuff?  I also finished the pottery rearrangement and dusting, vacuumed that room and then came into the house.  I have to say it was cold out there also!  Especially when working with something like glass.  After all that work, I actually emptied only one box of new things.  Ouch!

I have my year opening on Memorial weekend so I have to be clean and tidy by then.  Today was the first day that I actually hung my “open flags” on my trees and kept the barn door open and turned on the lights.  I think it was too cold though.  I didn’t see a soul so got lots done but was very lonely.

What is tomorrow?  Who knows.  I’ll just close my eyes and pull out another item.  Could be kitchen Klutter, linens, paperweights, tools, men’s stuff, books, or Christmas items for all I know.  This job is SO exciting!

Noodles!!