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Just the best

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While my boy was here, we did some beading.  I did not get photos of all the necklaces he crafted, there are a few more.  Then the last day, we had a crimper failure, every one we finished that night, slipped apart.

At first there was heart ache and doubt- did we do the whole week’s worth of creations wrong and each would become a series of beads escaping across the room when worn?

Then, we tried the tool on the crimping beads separately from a necklace and watching closely how they closed.  It looks like we simply wore that tool out and the crimping beads were no longer closing correctly.  They came out twisted and smashed.

There is some worry about when this began.  Were the previously made ones getting progressively worse as we went along, or  did it happen all at once?  There was one moment when the tool locked up pretty hard, maybe that was it?

I advised Adam not to wear one of the pieces on his flight today, that maybe he should only wear them around his house until he knows they won’t break, and keep a bag in his pocket to gather up beads just in case.  He also filled bags with the bits and pieces of the ones he created that the closures failed on, so he could buy a crimping tool and recreate them at home later.

A lot of my time went into making bracelets to sell at Good Juju.  I put together a couple necklaces, my last one is where we discovered our catastrophe with the tool.  Luckily, it fell apart in my hands as I was finishing it, so I didn’t have to crawl under the table looking for gemstones.  I put some tape on the ends of the wire, will go buy myself another crimper, and repair it later.   But I’ll be fixing it alone, Adam will be back in North Carolina.

I’m going to miss my babies when they leave.

Not just me, the furry side of our family will be thinking about Dewdrop when she is gone.

They got lots of attention from her

You know what else I’ll miss?  My jeans.  I doubt if they will fit now.

We had over the top, magnificent meals every night.  A friend had given us a cooler full of t-bones, lamp chops, roasts, and more, all grass fed and raised on his farm.  Our dinners each featured a a delicious selection along with fresh veggies,  I made bread and cinnamon rolls multiple times.  Sugarwings perfected a recipe for coconut sugar brownies, and kept busy making them every couple of days.  Adam doesn’t eat cane sugar, so I did some experimenting with how I made cookies and rolls too.  Probably a more healthy choice, but hey, handfuls of cookies and plates full of meat every day still is a lot of food.

We had a BIG and utterly wonderful meal like that every single day.  Plus, Adam took charge and my participation was minimal.  Not only will I be missing the wonderful food, I’m losing the chef too.

He has a good life in the mountains, and I know he loves being there.  But it’s very far away from the plains of Kansas.

We were blessed to have this time with our family, and I treasure each moment.

Thoughts of Ryan were with me throughout.  I wore his pj pants, watched some of his favorite shows, and closely noted things he would have loved.  Losing him makes every moment with his brother even more precious.

It was a beautiful week.

Merry Merry

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My boy is in town with Dewdrop and Jacquelyn, and we’ve had some holiday adventures.  I was jealous about their ice skating fun, since I couldn’t join it, but I got lots of joy watching them. They were a delightful show.

Adam and his sweetie have some enviable  skills that deceptively make the sport look easy, but I was smart enough to know that my clumsy, concussion prone, bad shouldered, just recovering from two viruses, self, really should not attempt the ice rink.

The kiddos had a good time, but were ready to sip some tummy warming Starbucks with us and let their dad glide on without them for a while.

Not only are they graceful skaters, my boy and Jacquelyn are excellent cooks and have been treating us to spectacular meals each night too.

Our first day was iffy, we me still being under the weather, and our plans shifted a few times, trying to figure out the best way to go.  Instead of picking them up at the airport and spending the day, we sent Sugarwings as chauffeur and I rested til it was time to go so we were able to keep our evening plans.

And the show was so cute.  Silly, with less drama than most Cirque programs.  Just right to kick off our holiday week.

Each day we have been crafting late into the night!  I’m still a bit worn out and my creativity isn’t at its peak, but Adam’s pieces have been magnificent.  And we still have days to go, with time for more beading.  Along with cookie making, a ping pong tournament, and watching some holiday shows.  Plus, as an added bonus, Santa has delivered some 60 plus degree weather, so we will be getting in lots of dog walks.

I hope the week brings you joy, also.  Merry Christmas!

A much needed night out but I should’ve been more patient

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After my busy week of First Friday at Good Juju, tearing down my booth for a redo, hosting two parties, and Christmas shopping, I caught a cold.

It was unpleasant, but not bad.

It was the kind of cold where I wanted to curl up and rest, but didn’t really have to, I could keep going, getting my work that I was behind on caught up.  I’d spent most of November suffering from a horrid case of hand, foot, and mouth disease, where all I could do was rest.  Too sick to consider anything else.

So I was way behind on most of my life.

I’d been staying away from the kiddo to prevent passing on the cold, and after all of those weeks of isolating from the family with the HFM disease then a week of this new ailment, I was plum sick of sickness and being alone.  So on an evening when I thought I might be getting over this pesky cold, Sugarwings and I decided to go out on the town together and hang out.

We had such fun!  23td Street Brewery is festive for the holiday, and I got hugs from the grand fairy.   But as the evening rolled on, I got a bit run down.  And while shopping, I realized the candles had no scent. I thought they were defective.

Then it dawned on me that I could have covid for the very first time.

Yep, that’s what it was.  My taste buds were fine and I loved the meal, but my nose was not doing its job.

And I’d jumped the gun by snuggling the grand a bit too soon.  Now my biggest worry is did I ruin Christmas by spreading this?  My son and his people are heading this way, I should be fine by the time they arrive, but it would be just awful if his child is sick while he is here.

I guess I’m lucky to have avoided Covid this long.  And very lucky that it was mild when I finally got it.  The spin I’m trying to put on this is about as believable as Sugar’s fake smile.

Right now, I’m pretty sad.  But fingers crossed that we will all be healthy together for the holidays.   I’m lucky my boy is on his way here, and that we can be together.  Even with masks.

Fun in Florida

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This pretty much sums up our trip.  Lots and lots of balcony time.

Sometimes while painting.

Sometimes with wine.

Sometimes together, other moments relaxed there with a book, napping, or just telling stories and giggling with nieces.

We had a nice kitchen, so were able to eat in when we wanted, but went to all of our favorite restaurants too.

The food was great!

The company even better!

We did get out a bit to shop, and enjoyed a day in the old school side of Tarpon Springs.

We had lots of beach time too.  Once a dolphin swam up within a few feet of Shelli.

We were also treated to a night of self care with facials and foot-cials, plus under eye patches.  Most nights we watched movies, one night we told fortunes.

It was super laid back.  I kept saying that our “job was Beach” and that was Kenough.

A Woodland Wedding

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My week in Florida ended, but my vacation did not.

Sissy and I attended Bobbie’s granddaughter’s wedding in Indiana the next day.

It was a joyful event, so much happiness and love.

The day couldn’t be more perfect, nor the location.


I’d grown up near it, but had never even known that park existed.  So the day after the celebration, some nieces and I explored the trails.

We might have also goofed around with some of the remaining decor before helping pack it all up for the bride and groom.

Not living in the same state as my family means that I’ve missed out on too many special occasions, haven’t been able to watch the babies grow up, or be a part of get togethers.

Which meant that being there for this was an emotional night.  I was already verklempt from happy tears, then I was wiped out when I saw bouquets with sterling charms featuring Bobbie’s fingerprints.

Ack, there I go, I’m teary again just looking at this picture!

Sights like Hannah dreamingly watching her brand new husband as he had his mother/son dance, made me cry too.  It didn’t help that my seat was facing a sweet memorial table with a framed photo of Bobbie looking directly at me.  I’d glance at the picture, thinking about how proud my sister would be of her kids and I’d lose it.

Tears are even more contagious than yawns, so I infected the table with them and we were a soggy mess.  I kept telling myself not to do it, but I was a time bomb, ready to explode with tears at each and every endearing moment, then causing a chain reaction among my tablemates.

My time in Pendleton was much too short, but was jam packed.  I got to visit with the family who didn’t go to Florida, see my beautiful grand dog, Ryder, go with Sissy to eat our favorite lunch (at the hospital we spent so much time in while Bobbie Sue was ill), walk in the woods, visit friends from school, then plan another big get together with the nieces next year at the beach, and mostly just be happy to be there with them all.

An Augtober Birthday

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Welcome to Augtober!
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I have been neck deep in Halloween decor getting ready for September’s First Friday weekend at Good Juju.
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So when Sugarwings’ birthday rolled around, I was already full on Fall in August.   And that kid loves spooky season, they keep their Nightmare Before Christmas tree up in the bedroom all year.

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It was a natural progression to turn the birthday party into a Summerween bash with themed foods.  Including a dirt and worms buffet.

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The birthday celebrant spent all week using a silicone mold to make chocolates, enough clear ice cubes for  water glasses, and plenty of fruity ones for our signature mocktail of the evening.

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Plus drawing faces on the outside of the cups, filling them with layered ice creams, wrapping and freezing them so they’d be ready to serve for guests.

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We dined on Monster Mac n Cheese.

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Watermelon shaped with cookie cutters.
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With crescent wrapped mummy dogs as the main dish at a fancy, sit down, adult dinner party with some friends. 
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Oh, and a Jack-o-lantern spewing out guacamole.

Why is Jack green instead of orange?  At Summerween, you carve watermelons instead of pumpkins.
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I was prepared to buy six small melons for us to cut up as a party activity, then we discovered that Walmart carries foam ones.  With pink insides!

I’m sure the hens were disappointed to not get a ton of extra fruit, watermelons are their fave.   But this way, we got keepers that could go home as party favors with the guests.  And the foam punk-melons didn’t attract fruit flies like the real ones do.

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After dessert, the kids, well, not kids, maybe young adults? Had a scary movie marathon and sleep over in the office/den upstairs which Sugarwings had decorated with tissue paper ghosts hanging from the ceiling.

Watching my Grandfairy turn 19 was a mix of emotions, but after seeing this get together, I knew that no matter how old, this person will keep their fun loving, silly side and always be my adventure buddy.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

At sea with the Pirates

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The Disney Wish cruise was a magical weekend, and not nearly long enough.  3 days zip by, and I’m just starting to figure out how to find my cabin when it’s time to leave.  

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While there was a ton to do, and so many activities that you could never do them all, I have to say the pirate night was the highlight for me.

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My kids and I have always been all in for any reason to play dress up.  Add in a night of frolicking , dancing, and glee?  

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Under a rainbow of sparkling lights in the sky?

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Surrounded by people I love, family who came from long distances to celebrate together?

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Aargh, matey, ye can bet thy barnacles I was ready to dance the night away like a swashbuckling sailor and love every minute of it.

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Our kiddos were over 18 except Dewdrop, who seems older than her age, so we joined the party from the upper deck away from the heavy crowds down below us on the dance floor.  I’d asked a bartender where the best spot was to view the fireworks and watch the band, and he was right.  We hung out together above the fray on the adult deck lounge, as he suggested.

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Plenty of seats, and a big open space to dance or just watch the spectacular made me almost glad that I didn’t have tiny grandfairies to tend to.  (Almost, not quite, I’ll always miss those sweet, magic  years with preschoolers). There is something to be said for traveling with near adults.

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I don’t think I’d ever even seen the adult deck before.  Let alone watch the serene sunset with a glass of wine while enjoying catching up with family.  Which doesn’t mean I was too grown up to abandon my  own adult behavior and dance like a kid myself once the band of pirates began rocking out to 80s music.

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It’s of course, good to be home again.  But my heart might still be at sea for a bit.  I’m missing my pirate gang.

After two weeks of big projects, a party, and the weekend of sales, I might be feeling my age.

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The last week of May and first one in June were hoppin around here.  I started off touching up house paint where needed, then stopped myself and changed to power washing first.  Why repaint it if it only needs washed off?

Two days of spraying cleared off most of the discoloration, but a lot of the house still needed some fresh paint.  The entryway especially.
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Earlier, I’d also simply touched up the black shutter paint.  Afterwards, I saw that didn’t solve the problem, and went back to scrape off all loose paint and redid each shutter (at least on the first floor).  It was worth the effort, knowing this will last further into the future.  Typically I walk around the house every year or two and dab paint on bad spots. 

But over time, that isn’t enough. A thorough washing and scraping before getting my brushes and buckets of paint out means I can hopefully skip a few seasons my usual redos. 

This trick postpones the need for hiring a pro to repaint the entire home. 

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Speaking of home maintenance, this corner has been an issue for the twenty years we’ve had this addition.  We’ve had a half dozen pros out to give advice and make changes, but still had water seepage into the breezeway.

Well, while power washing, I put a hole right through the wall!  I knew the sprayer could strip paint, clear piles of mud the dogs had thrown onto the deck, and also zip the skin right off my shin.

But I didn’t realize it could decimate water rotted wood.  
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Rich ripped out all the siding and wet guck, rebuilt and sided the wall.  I siliconed and repainted.  While having the wall opened up, we think we found the leaky area that contractors had missed, since we had a view to the inside that they hadn’t had access to.

Rich thinks it’s fixed now, and when we run the garden hose over it, we see no water pouring out the bottom into the breezeway.  Still, we are going to add extra guttering to detour the rain away from that vulnerable spot we unearthed.

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Stopping the river that ran through the breezeway inspired me to take on two other run off issues.  They didn’t hurt the house, but often left standing, muddy water on the gravel or patio.   Rich and I dug out trenches to divert the rain away from this spots and filled them with larger stones.

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In this area, the bricks were buried under so many years of mud, I forgot they existed.  The power washer not only revealed them, it showed me the path the water took.  Basically a huge puddle in this area, no movement at all.  So we dug out two trenches, starting shallow and getting deeper further out.

(the pile of bricks are the ones we removed to dig the trench, I need to relocate them to a flower bed that could use an edging repair)

So far, the garden hose proves that our efforts worked, and after a big rain, all seems fine.  Now, over time, mud will back up again, but it might take ten years or so.  Maybe we will fix it with a French drain then, but for now, our dry river beds of rock will do the trick.

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While we were in a rock hauling mood (ha, yeah, right, no one ever wants to haul rocks) we decided to freshen up the other gravel areas.  Not redoing, just cosmetically tweaking them by using the sprinkle technique of Rich and Sugarwings walking around with an open bag and drifting more rocks over the existing ones while I followed with a rake.

Of course while it would be better to spread a truckload, these bags of river rock from Home Depot were helpful, if not perfect.

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Although in this spot, I needed to use a full bag, these stones had washed away, or sunk into the ground pretty bad here.
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While the weather kept giving me perfect springtime days, I figured I might as well keep working outside before summer heat hits.  So, next up was water proofing these stairs and the deck flooring Rich had replaced last month.  The original framing was dark, but I went with a honey tone for the new areas, because I liked the contrast.  

It was a surprise for him on his birthday, and a gift he much preferred over something from a store.  We also had a sit down dinner for a dozen or so friends to celebrate his day too, and will be having another party to follow this week.

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Next up?  Well I just repainted the guest bathroom and need to finish the decor.  And something needs to be done about my flower pots.  Many of the plantings look like this.  I dusted with diatomaceous earth, and hope that helps.  If the flowers don’t make it, I’ll need to replant.

I’ll have pics of the new bathroom when it’s done.  Looks like I’ve run out of steam for now, after two days of sales at Good Juju, I simply could not make myself finish the job yet.  

 

 

 

 

 

A perfect day

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We had an unexpected and delightful message from a North Carolina grand fairy.  She was picking up a friend in Missouri and had a free day. Could we meet up with her?

YES!

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We discussed various options for a meet up, deciding that we’d all love a picnic and hike at a state park centered in Missouri.  Not to mention it was very near one of my fave roadside stops, Midway Antique Mall.  Well that’s a huge venue and the day wasn’t about junking. (Although, seriously, shouldn’t every day be about the pursuit of vintage goodies?)

So, I whipped through, just visiting my two most reliable dealers and continued on to the park to have as much time with our kiddo as we could.

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My face might’ve been hurting from smiling so much, I think Sugar felt the same way.  The other dogs stayed behind, so she had one of those rare moments of being an only child.

And I was having a rare day out with a grandchild who lives too far away.

 We were loving this treat of a day out.  Perfect weather, company, everything about the day was A+.

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A graduation day filled with some sushi, venom, and poison ivy, and sunny smiles

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Sugarwings is a graduate!

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My son flew in from North Carolina for the ceremony and at first wanted to surprise his kiddo.  But between me trying to come up with reasons why my excited Grandfairy couldn’t make plans with friends (not being able to say that Adam was going to be here) and the poor graduate feeling like  their dad wasn’t going to make it, we relented and let everyone in on the secret.

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Which played out nicely for Sugarwings to show off a brand new drivers license by picking him up at the airport the night before the ceremony.

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After the event, while other grads were holding arms full of flowers, I gifted my Grandfairy with a box of Lego flowers and after cupcakes that evening the flowers were assembled and started to bloom.


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Our day had started with a walk in the dog park, (which we now have to call DP so Sugar doesn’t go berserk when she hears the phrase.)

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Typically, I avoid the wooded areas of the park once spring starts to morph into summer so that I  escape the poison ivy and bugs.  But the waterfalls are a fave of ours and it was a special day, so we braved the perils and decided to go through the woods and down to the water.SavingPNG

Where we found a multitude of snakes! Which was pretty fun to watch from the cliffs.

Until Sugarwings dropped a shoe right into the center of the venomous vipers.  

It was a good shoe too.  My thought was that the shoe belonged to the snakes now, and it was time to go buy another pair.  But nope, the guys had a plan.  Both were fishing for the shoe with a long branch.  The only trouble with that was Rich’s ten foot branch was poison oak.  

Now I really wanted to just let the snakes keep the shoe.  But all worked out, we went home, washed our clothes and dogs (personally, I wanted to burn the clothes), had a fun sushi dinner then-

watched our baby officially become a grad.  
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While the sunshine made a happy face (a bit like Oogie Boogie, a fave Disney guy) through the clouds.

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