Fall Plantings

Tonight was the night. I planted my tulip bulbs. In the dark. The rows won't be straight. They might not even be deep enough. (then there'll be no tulips next spring)That's because it's hard to see in the dark soil in the dark night. I didn't mean to let it get so late, but once i got started there was no turning back. And how can I even think of being in Orange City without tulips? Well, I suppose I could have waited until tomorrow, but this way we'll see what kind of random-ness we'll have in the garden in the spring. I will at least be conforming. (That's what my kids were worried about when we moved here in the first place. Somehow we might, ARGH, become to dutchified!)

Who cooks for you?

What's your favorite "I-don't-have-time-to-cook, but-I'm-hungry-right-now" meal? Mine is "Let-Ron-do-the-cooking". That's a guaranteed eggs of some sort meal. Tonight was one of those nights. Come to think of it, I have one of those nights at least once a week. He does a fair omlet, so I figure I should let him keep in practice. What do you think? In warmer weather, he grills. And best of all is camping. He cooks 3 meals a day, and might even clean up. No wonder I love camping!

Ordinary days

Without kids pictures to post, or clever sayings from them I feel like my days have slipped into sameness. Buster is my kid and I seem to be the only one who thinks he's cute, so I try not to make too many comments in that direction. I hate to live vicariously-i.e. talking about what my kids are doing as if that's really my life, when it's not. But that leaves a day like today. Ordinary. But then, I think that is what life really is. It's not those spectacular, fireworks and orchestra music kinds of days that make up most of life anyway. It's those ordinary ones, that start with a walk and a prayer in the darkness and starlight. That celebrate the answers to prayer that come 'today' in amazing ways. That slog through the routines of work and co-workers and customers. That mean cooking and cleaning and sitting and talking, the sleeping and the dreaming. So my day was like that. My tomorrow probably will be too. But I'll be back.

Dream Home Pt. 3

So after living in our country home for about a year, we began the remodelling. This, folks, was where I learned everything I need to know in life about tools....from sheetrocking screws to skill saws, to crescent wrenches, I could hand every single one of them to my he-man carpenter before he even knew what he wanted. (think surgical nurse to surgeon) Point to a tool and I know its name. We painted, wall papered, ripped off walls and ceilings, insulated, re wired, plummed, shingled, installed, built, and added on. After 20 years of that, and of hearing "Oh, should only take a week or so to do that" (multiply by at least 3) or "I can do that...fix that...put that in" my local carpenter was ready to build his own house. And his full grown family was elected to help. So we left a house that was completely remodelled, replummed, wired, with new kitchen, bath, windows and went off on a tangent that we mistakenly thought was better. Let me tell you, building a house is better left to someone else. You come in when it's all said and done.