Old Bloggers

 Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon, so decided to peek thru some of the old bloggers that I used to follow.  It seems like everyone dropped blogging around 2016.  I guess thats when social media became the "thing"  Many of these folks like myself had blogged for 10 plus years.  I chuckle at one that I followed many years ago, a ranchers wife from Oklahoma.  Does the name Pioneer Woman ring a bell?  She had a little cooking blog back then and now she is a mega star with her own show and a full line of cookware sold in every Walmart, (BTW most made in China)  

But I wonder what became of the other folks.  One other site was called Half Naked Thursday.  Folks would post a tiny bit of skin, like a body piercing or bare belly,  just enough to be feeling risque.  LOL  Seems very mild compared to today.  

I also read back on some of my relatives that had blogs and stopped them.  One sister has passed away now but her blog will live on forever.  Hey I guess mine will to, but not sure anyone reads it.  

I have made a commitment to keep mine going.  A lot has gone on since I sort of quit myself a number of years ago.  I have made attempts to start up but then a year or more would go by.  I have my big brother coming to visit from NC next week, then we are packing up and headed to our vacation home in Texas.  That will have to be stuff for another day.  

Thought for the day :: If a turtle doesn't have a shell is he homeless or naked??

I painted this on the corner of a sign for my weaving studio.  

I AM

 

I copied this from this blog that I did back in 2006 and it sort of felt like something I wanted to share again. 

Have you ever thought about what it is that makes us who we are? I mean really what is IT? You see people born into the same family that turn out so different. Why?
Is it Nature or Nurture? Is it the genes, DNA, that we inherit or the influence of how you are raised, combined with exposure to outside factors that mold us? I guess I tend to think it is a mix of both, but then I like to throw in the free choice that we have going for us. And what about predestination, I still believe that we chose the paths that we follow. I think that explains why some of us have such hard lives and some have easy times. There is Karma thrown in there. So this is a long explanation for why I am going to post this thing that I wrote over a year ago and had posted on my old blog site. I liked it then and still like it. I would love to see other think of what it is that makes them who they are and write something similar. Thanks for listening....

I am me.

I am the little girl collecting McCall paper dolls.

I am the tears cried as mom read Lassie and Big Red to us by kerosene lamp.

I am the kid who caught grasshoppers to feed to the chickens.

I am a country girl first and always.

I am the 16 year old who ran crying in the rain when my first love moved away.

I am the 12 year old who got an ear jerked as punishment by a father who never once spanked me.

I am an old farm house made of brick with huge pine trees in the yard and a big apricot tree.

I am the girl who's best friend was a little brother.

I am home canned green beans.

I am the teenager who locked herself in the bathroom so Mom couldn't hit me with the yard stick.

I am the smell and taste of moms raised doughnuts rolled in sugar.

I am the high school drop out.

I am the 17 year old being married far to soon.

I am the nursing student who worked every weekend for gas money to get to class.

I am the nursing grad who was 2nd in her class at age 27.

I am the first baby I delivered with my own hands.

I am bleach blond hair.

I am the mother of 2 babies of my own.

I am the child who played in the pond and haymow for fun.

I am the smell of cows breath, while sitting in the hay bunk while they ate.

I am the woman who's heart has been broken, to be mended again and again.

I am music that makes me feel melancholy.

I am books that make me think of all the possibilities.

I am the keeper of the secrets.

I am a grandmother.

I am the seeker of spiritual truth.

I am a blogger.

Blue Skys

 Do you ever wake up in the morning and for just a few minutes you have ideas so clear in your mind about something, like what I might want to chat about here.  Then later when you sit down to type it just vanishes.  So I guess that makes something to type about.  I just finished a super good book called Water, Stone, Heart.  I would like to remember a few pages but know I probably wont.  But the feeling I got was the importance of community.  We have learned to live our lives so separate from others, especially I think in the big cities.  The main character in the book is a guy who went to school to study architecture and then went on to be a professor who never built anything.  He just taught about it.  When his wife walks out on him he takes a class in England to learn how to build stone hedges.  The author did a great job with his research and I am sure has his factual stuff down.  But in working in this little village on the Cornwall coast he regains his true passion of wanting to create real live communities like only Europeans seem to be able to do.  Of course he finds his soul mate and makes friends.  I loved the ending that of course always leaves the reader wanting to know more.  So for today I guess this is what I want to write about.  We get out and walk about 10 blocks around our quiet little suburban neighborhood every morning.  It really feels dead, as we rarely see anyone outside, other than maybe a couple other older folks trying to get their exercise in too before it gets to hot.  We live in a nice little burb a couple miles out of town with prob about 45 homes.  Kids come home from school and go inside and mostly don't come out unless its to load up and go somewhere else.  I feel good that we don't have loud neighbors and very few barking dogs but again it just feels sort of dead.  Am I getting to picky in my old age?  I want to see (really see) how I feel on my next trip down to our vacation house.  Want to see if it feels anymore like a community or just the same as here as that's the way we Americans know how to live now.  No more front porch sitting, we sit on our back porch that is covered and look at our fence which provides us privacy from neighbors,  we all do that.  Is it a fence for privacy or a fence to keep the world out?  Or maybe our way of living is a choice we make and we feel isolated because we isolate ourselves.  Hmm  

Thought for the day:  A stranger is a friend you haven't met.

There is only Now

There is only Now

 Well about every 2 years I decide I will get back to blogging again.  Well this time I think I really mean it.  I like to journal and I have not done much of that lately.  I have done some ancestry investigation and that is fun but can be very time consuming.  A lot has changed in my life as it has in everyone's the past couple years.  Number 1 being the pandemic Covid.  Wow!  So much sickness and death, also so much misinformation and mistrust of the health system and government. So much of the country was shut down for months, that we are still feeling the effects.  Vaccine is available but many won't take it.  For us personally I have always hated putting any drug or inoculation in my body.  I had to take the regular flu shot for years as it was mandatory in the medical settings where I worked.  Once I retired I stopped till the last couple years.   I am 74 now and hubby is 89  and we agreed that we could not wait out this thing. We did take the vaccine when it was available to us.  We have tried to be careful, doing the distancing thing, and hand washing.  We only go into stores early in mornings when less crowded.  But we have not stopped living.  We actually travel more now than before.  In Dec last year 2020 we rented a vacation house on the gulf of Texas for 3 weeks, and fell in love with it.  So we went back in Dec to look at houses and made an offer on one. It is in a small shrimping town of less than 5,000 population.  We took possession in March and went down to spend over 2 months.  It is so freeing to be there and no commitments to anyone but just us. Hubby would like to move but we agree that at his age it just doesn't seem practical to give up our home and do this permanent.  It is a bit less than 700 miles down there so we decided we would just play each trip down by ear and stay a few weeks then come back "Up Home" for 2 or 3 weeks then go back "Down Home".  We will see how long it lasts. With me being the one to do all the driving and most of the decision making is new to me so we are just living one day at a time.

I read somewhere that Yesterday is a memory, Tomorrow is a dream, There is only Now!  That is pretty deep if you really think about it.  When I see a really pretty sunset or experience something new I like to say in my head "there is only now"

 

LIGHT AT END OF TUNNEL

This was a photo I took going thru a tunnel in Colorado a few years ago.
Since my last post I did have surgery on my left thumb, so I type this with the old hunt and peck with
one hand.  I was rough the first 24 hours as I am a puker from the meds they load you up with during recovery or its the anesthesia, I hope next hand I can talk them into doing things differently  I have managed pretty well with just Tylenol but getting restless to DO more than read  Hubby is telling me I need to get thru a full recovery with this hand before I do the other one  Hate to admit it but think he is right  It will be much harder doing things without use of rt hand if the left isn't fully healed  The procedure is called mini tightrope CMC surgery.  removal of small bone at base of thumb then putting a permanent "pin" thru thumb bone and first finger bone, all in back of hand.  Reason for all this is erosion of all the cartilage in this joint that is used repeatedly daily for all grasping and pinching  You know the whole purpose of having an apposing thumb.

Guess this is enough update for now  Till next time

 

If wishes were horses

Sooooo, you know the saying "If wishes were horses, we would all take a ride"  Well I wish I could set aside a bit of time at least once a week to catch up on my blog.  Its been about two years and I actually have a lot of time in on this blog.  I think it goes back almost 15 years.  When I have looked back at some of my old posts I see some of the pictures that I posted are gone, but I think they are some that were borrowed off the internet and their life ended so to speak.

So today I want to see if this site will let me copy a couple important things on here for just a start.
In less than two years I have lost both of my children and ironically both of them were the age of 50 when they passed.  Do I grieve?  Yes I do but I have grieved for many years before they died.  Now I hope they have found peace and I believe we will meet in another life.
The first item here is a thing I wrote and put on my FB site,  A little story of Two Little Girls:

Two little girls meet on the first day of kindergarten. Both are scared to be on the bus for the first time. Dark haired Betty asked the blonde Cindy, "can I sit with you?" This was the start of the girls being best friends for the next 3 years. Then Cindy and her family moved far away. Both girls chose different paths in life, then the circle came back to find Betty being the ICU nurse, caring for Cindy for 3 nites during her last struggle with her liver disease. Rest in peace Cindy with your big brother until we all are together again. I know you have just stepped thru the doorway and will always be here in my heart.

I miss Mathew's big bear hugs and his corny sense of humor.  He was a good man.

Leavin on the next train

This sort of is how I have  felt about this year.  But I realize you can't run from your problems.  Just have to face them head on if you can, or duck and dodge like I tend to do much of the time.
After much searching and trying to take advice of doctors, two epidurals,  and my own trying to cure myself with exercises, massage therapy, and two chiropractors, I finally went to an orthopedic and found out I had a badly torn cartilage on back side of my knee and along the outer side.  Everyone was treating me for Sciatica. So in Aug. I had surg and now am going to the Y three times to exercise in the pool and I feel I am doing great!!
Then on the other home front, elderly sister in law is slowly circling the drain so to speak and driving us nuts.  It is so hard to die.  We like to think we will just lay down and that will be it.  No we lose all dignity and get weak and totally dependent on others.  So far we are keeping her in her apt in a lower level of our home.  We have shared this house for over 6 years now.  It has pretty much worked out, but now we can't both be gone at once, and we have a baby monitor and life line, safety rails everywhere, so have done all we can on the safety department.  OK  enough on that,  now:::
Now where are my car keys?

Windows 10 and Epidurals

 My picture from my archives is from Colorado with the yucca blooming taken a few years ago.



I am finally getting used to my new computer, another HP with Windows 10.  Most of the features are great and easy to get around.  Some not so easy.  I don't have auto correct on my word pad that I have always used to write my column and other things. And when I go into my pictures I can't move them around like the old system..  Can move them into folders OK.  I have a friend who is very good on computer and she is coming to help me learn more and to get my Web site set up.  I bought a site and ended up getting charged for the hosting crap that I didn't understand so called them and got those charges canceled.  Now friend says I can get a free site at Google and transfer the name over to it.  So more on all that later.


Now for old folks complaints!  Just what I been waiting to write.  Went to a pain doctor last week as a referral from my primary Dr.  I have had chronic sciatic pain in rt leg for several years but last few months has gotten so much worse.  Had a MRI over a year ago and the ortho Dr. just blew me off cause he couldn't find anything to operate on.  I hadn't considered a pain dr.  He showed me what he saw on my MRI with my last lumbar vertebrae being widened out on rt side.  So on yesterday I had and epidural steroid injection.  OH MY  it smarted for about 30 long seconds.  Then its been really fine.  Didn't expect much to happen for a few days, but I slept all night with no pain.  Have tried to take it easy a little so don't sit to long at a time and even did 3/4 mile on treadmill at a slow rate.  Some aching but no sharp pain and especially one below knee.  So its helped so far.  Don't much like the idea of having to do this every few months.  So will just see how it goes.

Well I just sort of broke my own rule of not dwelling on health issues.  If I am not careful I will be recording my bowel movements on here.  Oh poop, did I say that. 

Pass the tuna please

OK awhile back I did a rant on the tuna that we buy, nice white albacore, thinking we are buying better quality tuna.  Then I started noticing that it had a funky smell and tasted to "fishy".  Then I looked at the ingredients and was shocked that it had other stuff in there that didn't seem to belong in a can of tuna. 

Well I sent hubby to store to look for the wild, line caught tuna and to read the label. Only ingredient is tuna!  WooHoo!  Found it and only $4 a small can!!  Gulp, couldn't believe it, over two to three times as much as a can of what I had been buying.  Finally opened a can the other day.  Made tuna salad for 4 sandwiches and it was wonderful.  Just nice tuna without a bunch of vegetable oil or water and other stuff.  Here is the can.  Came from Walmart.  It may be more expensive but I am worth it!

This is not intended to be an advertisement for this company and I forgot to mention it comes from Canada.

thought I was lost

I am surprised to find myself here.  I have been trying to log in with my laptop to this site so I could write a post and couldnt get in. So this will be short today as I am using my little tablet. I did treat myself to a new computerdand it is having all my data transfered. I am looking forward to using Windows 10. So I will be back soon.

Tuna Rant!

I made some tuna salad for lunch today.  I have been noticing that our tuna seems to have a more "fishy" smell and taste lately, so I did some label reading.  We have sort of prided ourselves on buying quality white albacore tuna..My husband seems to think the oil pack is best for some reason and really has to hunt for it and will buy 10 cans at a time when he finds it.  Wrong thing to do.  Find out that the oil sort of counters the natural good oil of the tuna and when you drain it you drain away the good oil too.  When I read the ingredients I was a little shocked.  Here it is.
White Tuna, soybean oil, water, vegetable broth, salt, pyrophosphate.  Contains fish (tuna), soy>   OMG

Just when you think you are doing something healthy.  All the additives is to add volume for weight so you get less tuna.  Also most brands cook the tuna first so they can de-bone it easier then when they put it in the can it gets cooked again.  We probably get very little nutritional value from our "heart healthy" tuna.   I found most of this info by looking for it on Google.  They suggest you look for tuna that is line and hook caught and the ingredients simply says Tuna.  So I guess I will start reading the labels a little better.

Next rant will be about fabric softener! Perhaps I should do that now as it sort of ties in with the tuna.
While doing laundry today (yes I wash cloths on Sunday and even hang them on my clothesline) I noticed that there was a dark ring around the washing machine tub right at the water level line.  So I ran some hot water in the tub and got my trusty comet out to scrub it.  Well it wouldn't touch it.  So I rubbed it with my finger and found it to be sort of sticky and oily at the same time.  Ended up using fingernail polish remover on a little scrubby and it came right off.  So I got to thinking how when I put Downey into the washer it is hard to rinse the little cup out.  Bingo, my Ah, Ha, moment.  It was residue in my washer from using Downey.  So I Googled this too and found out what the ingredients in fabric softener are and was amazed.  Someday we are going to wake up and realize how we are poisoning our bodies and country with the chemicals that are so widely used in everything.  And there is a substance in there that binds with the fabric to make it soft, then all the perfume is to cover the smell of the first thing.  Uggg    An alternative is a little white vinegar in the rinse water.  Think I will give that a try.  Found some other natural things that might be worth a try.

I sound like the comedy character Earl Pitts.  If you haven't heard him on the radio, Google his name and watch a you tube video of him    He always cracks me up and most of the time his ranting is actually right on.  He always ends with the words, "Wake up Uhmerika"

So all I have to say is Wake Up  Uhmerika"!

To much STUFF!

If you ever heard George Carlin's rant about our "stuff" you will know where I am coming from.  Perhaps its just getting older that we start wondering about all the "stuff" we have.  Just look around!  We start off with very little, maybe a few hand me downs from family to get started.  Then we spend years buying things to make us comfortable or happy.  Then family keeps giving us their stuff or they die and leave a whole box car load of crap.  Stuff has sentimental value for us too.  I can look up right now and see three framed counted cross stitch pictures that my older sister did years ago.  She is dead now so of course I can't get rid of them, sentimental huh? 

But sometimes doesn't it get heavy on the back and soul?  How many dishes, pots, and pans do we really need.  If you are like me you end up using the same two or three 99% of the time.  And look in the closet.  The items closest to the front are the ones I wear the most, so that means over half in there haven't been worn in a loooooong time. 

I have been watching this series on TV called Tiny Homes.  It really has my attention.  I look around at my furniture and realize I could get rid of most of it and not really care.  Do I think I could live in a tiny home.  Your bet! Alone!!!!!  LOL  Not with anyone but I could do it if and when I find myself alone. 

Can you imagine the freedom you would feel to walk in and just have one comfy chair to sit in.  Walk over to the kitchen area and open cabinet to see just enough dishes to last a couple meals, not a whole china cabinet full, plus 3 cabinets full.  Again we use the same few over and over from habit or its really all we need.

Maybe that's what it boils down to  "What we need"  Of course I would have to keep my shop to keep all my weaving and sewing "stuff"  but that would be OK, wouldn't it??

The lost art of blogging

What has happened to our favorite bloggers?  Me included.  I find I haven't posted on here since March for crying out loud!  Maybe with FB now and we can't blow our nose without announcing it to everyone, we just don't take time to sit down and write anything thoughtful or meaningful.  Then life sometimes gets in the way and there is so much going on that its hard to make sense of it all. 

I have been cleaning out "stuff" from my computer today and must have had 30 blog sites that I saved.  Deleted most and when I clicked on some to wonder why I saved them, found they hadn't posted anything in 2 years or the site was closed down. 

So I now vow to start blogging again, even though it is most likely just for me, and that is OK.

I have a second blog linked to this one about my book store.  Mostly I have posted my newspaper column on it and now am a slacker on that.  Sorry big brother, you are the only one who said they liked to read it.  I am planning to pretty much close my book store out after 9 1/2 years.  Have been selling down and tearing out shelf units since last Nov.  Gradually moving most of my weaving in here and plan to have a private weaving studio here.  Not sure about maintaining  my business license.  So checking with smarter folks to help me decide what to do with that.

So on this cheery note from yours truely here is a picture for my own entertainment if nothing else.

Anyone there? "NO"

Hope I can type without laughing out loud!  Just got a phone call from one of those automated deals.  He starts off with Hi, I am Jason and since you recently stayed in one of our resorts (NOT) you qualify for 4 free nites at Orlando Florida and all you have to do is rent a car from (some company).  Now may I ask you a few questions to see if you qualify?  I say "NO"  Thanks, first are you over 21?  I say "NO"  Thanks do you have a Credit card in good standing?  I say "NO".  Well it looks like you don't quallify for our offer, thank you, have a good day.  Laughing out loud by now!

I get these calls almost weekly, and used to just hang up, now I stay on to see if they have an opt out option.  Some do, but don't know if it does any good.  Some when its an actual person on the phone I ask them to take my name off their list, and they rudely just hang up before I get the word "list" out of my mouth.  Well I know its a crappy job for you but don't be rude,  I wasn't.

Any way, most of the time if the call is from some area code I don't recognize I just click it to voicemail.  Figure if its a real person that actually needs to talk to me they will leave a message.  Never happens.

We did have a time share for about 15 years and it was nothing but a money pit.  Actually had to pay them money for "recording" fees when we signed it back to them.  No way you can sell this crap, couldn't even give it away.  Oh well live and learn,  it is a big relief to be rid of it.

Will end with a quote from Will Rogers:  Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgement.

Old Friends

Held a weaving workshop yesterday and as women do we got to talking.  The topic of friends came up and we all decided that in the process of moving about the country as I have you end up with few "good" friends.  We meet many people who become friends but our "old" friends are the ones that we share a history and life experiences with.  You just can't get that with new friends.  We can tell each other stories about our past and family, but there is nothing like that girlfriend that you shared a bed with at sleep overs, rode the school bus with, and went thru first boyfriend experiences with.  We were young and free to speculate about the world and think about what we would do when we "grew up"  Then the years slip away and you may not see each other for years at a time but eventually you are able to reconnect and instantly the years melt away and you just click like you did many years.  You understand each other even though by now you may have differences if political or religious matters.  What REALLY matters is that you are still friends after all these years.  You can still talk about the silly things that you went thru and also the heartaches and blessings you have had.  So here's to Old Friends and I hope there are many in your life as I feel blessed to have a few and if they stumble upon this I hope they see themselves and know that their presence in my life has probably helped make me who I am today and maybe in some small way I contributed to you also.  I found the lyrics to a song that Dolly Parden and Kenney Rogers did called You Can't Make Old Friends and copied part of them here.

What will I do when you are gone?


Who's gonna tell me the truth?

Who's gonna finish the stories I start,

The way you always do?



When somebody knocks at the door,

Someone new walks in.

I will smile and shake their hands,

but you can't make old friends.



You and me, will be together again.

Cause we both know, we will still be old friends.



You can't make old friends

Not the way we have always been.

Always looking for something!

Was recently looking at some blog sites that I have not visited in quite a while and found a common thread.  That others have had the same lack of time or desire to blog after years of posting their thoughts and lives.  I wonder if part of it is the social media that we all dabble with now.  We are just flooded with so much "stuff".  

Have been wanting to write another blog titled "I Am"  I did that several years ago and enjoyed putting some thought into deciding what kind of things make us who we are today.  We have so many things that influence who we become and I have decided that no matter how old we are we are still a work in progress. 

One thing I highly recommend is to not wait for that right "moment" when you think your life will be just right and you can experience something you have been waiting for like happiness, wholeness, or self satisfaction.  Ain't gonna happen!  There is no right moment when it will all fall into place.  At least that is what I think. 

Have you ever put something in a safe place then can't remember where that safe place is?  It is so frustrating.  I have been looking for my old cell phone for several weeks now.  I try very hard to put a picture in my mind of where and when I saw it last.  I tried a little of this visualization once when I wanted to find something and it actually worked.  Well not this time.  Very frustrating.  Now I can't help myself, I keep looking!

I wonder if its my computer or if others have trouble with this blogger site?  I have difficulty navigating when I am typing.  Can only go forward or back space.  Can not move the cursor.  Now I can only load pictures that I have on my phone,  It won't let me pull them from my computer files.  Feel the computer has a block on it for some reason.  Well this little laptop is over 7 years old so is almost a dinosaur. 

Added a picture of my loom with a rug in progress.  I have made 25 rugs this winter.  Think I will be ready for Farmers Market this year. 

OK I feel I am back in the saddle so maybe I can get some thoughts on here again.  I have read some very good books lately.  My column for book reviews can be found on my other site that is linked to this one.  Till next time: Blessed are the cracked, for the let the light in!

This is nuts

Wow can't believe it has been so darn long since I posted anything on here.  So will try to catch up a little and post a few pictures.  Last fall I decided to tear out some book cases here in my little book store and expand my limited space to include a weaving studio.  So with books surrounding my weaving space I have accomplished just that.  I have one floor loom and two table top looms set up and have been teaching weaving classes.  I really enjoy the one on one instructions.  Two at most.  I provide everything and will do 4 hour weaving class or all day to instruct how to set up the loom and prepare fabric, then weave.  They get to take home what ever they wove.  Its been alot of fun.  Here are some pictures.

Well after about 5 tries, I can't upload my pictures today, so maybe another time. 

Also wanted to mention that over Thanksgiving I made a trip back up to Iowa and bought a nice floor loom from my friend.  I just love it and will post some pictures of it too one of these days.

I guess one of my reasons for not posting much this past year is that sometimes when there is so much you would like to say, you end up at a loss for words at all.  I try not to be one of these people who have to document every scratch or sniffle for all to have to read about.  But have had a close family member with a life altering disease and it does make you put things into perspective.  But I am also learning that I have to take care of myself or I won't be there to take care of others.  And it isn't all physical care that I am talking about.  Maybe the mental care is more important so here I sit between a rock and a hard place.  I am private enough that out of respect to family I will not discuss it here, but just want to say that I have a heavy heart much of the time, so find it hard to spend my time blogging.  Perhaps if I really had an anonymous  blog that no one I knew read I might do that and it would be good for me.  Oh, well enough for today.  Maybe I can make this site load pictures next time.  

Can't believe this blog is 10 years old!!  That may be a record.  So its just nuts that I don't take a minute and keep this up more often

Thought for the day":  Blessed are the cracked for they let in the light!

My latest "saved from the scrap heap" project

My sister came by a few weeks ago and was headed to the thrift store with some things she was clearing out.  In the middle was this old "retro" stool.  She bought it at a garage sale last year but didn't do anything with it.  Was missing one of the rubber feet. The vinyl seat had been mended with red plastic tape and the crome legs were spotty with rust.  But the plastic back was so neat and just needed a good cleaning.  So here is the before:

Next was the scrubbing and painting:

I then recovered the old seat and put it all back together!

Total cost for paint and new rubber feet was about 8$  Have it sitting at the end of an isle of books and have had one customer use it, plus I had my sister sit on it the other day on my little back steps at the store while I cut her hair.  LOL  we had several folks go by the alley and throw off their caps and asked to be next.  Can't get away with anything in this little town!

Thought for the day:Where ever you go, there you are


Just call me "the recycle queen"

When I look at somethin that has been discarded I tend to see a new use for it.  Usually it involves tools and paint.  Here is a "table" that I found being thrown out after someone had their garage sale this spring.  Originally it hung from the ceiling of a kitchen in an older house.  Hard to believe.  But imagine just lifting it straight up and attaching it to the ceiling over a big island.  It had florecent lights in it and pot hooks.
Here is a before pic:

I had to buy the piece of plywoodthat was put on it to make the top.  It was sanded along with the whole unit, then the painting started:

As you can see I moved it into my book store to work on it.  In the next photo you can see the final work.  It makes a good display table in my store and a place to stack my hand woven rugs that are for sale.

I ended up tacking tennis balls that were cut in half on those lower corners to keep someone from whacking their legs.  Have to admit I was the first victim!  You can see my upside down stool also that I think I mentioned before.  Put wheels on it and shelves on the rungs, painted it pink and there you have a display cart. 

Money

http://themindunleashed.org/2014/04/money-form-social-control-americans-debt-slaves.html

This is not a happy feel good site but maybe a wake up call to what is happening to our country.  Take it or leave it, thats up to you.