So… I told him that I saw a picture of a garden cart that was for sale on a FB page. It was an hour away and Wasn’t worth the hassle but this is what I wanted.
Now my dilemma. He’s a perfectionist and it will be perfect…how am I going to put it outside on the deck to be damaged by the weather. He’s not going to approve of me repotting plants on it sitting in the living room 😜.
The other project he completed and I just painted is a quilt rack and shelf for the quilt my daughter, Kate, made for me.
I painted it with milk paint that I purchased somewhere. I really wish I could remember because I like it and the finish. Very similar to chalk paint but much thinner application. I just used the one color but read that it is a good paint to use if you want a farmhouse look. Several layers will season over time. I also did not use a wax on it…left it a chalky like matte finish. Christina…if you read this….maybe something you might want to try?
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Until the last couple of years, I hated mosquitos the most…I rooted for bats because I knew they were eating the enemy. 2nd in line was chiggers…even though many internet experts and my daughter have told me that finger nail polish doesn’t work to stop the itch, I say pashaw! The theory behind applying fingernail polish may be flawed, it does stop the itch. But now I live in the KC area where infestation of oak mites is the worst it has been in 10 years. I’d never even HEARD of oak mites!! I’m one of those people who has obviously been bitten and chewed on by the above mentioned pests. I sport huge red swollen spots and the itch is incredible!
He and I walked trails today at the Burr Oak conservation area…….Oak Mites!
As a side note….I learned of health problems of 3 very good friends today. I won’t out two of them on social media because they haven’t. But the one I will mention is Rod. If you follow me on FB, you probably know who Rod is…..and if you know who Rod is, it might be news how dear our friendship is judging from our banter. If you have a moment, please throw up some good vibes to the universe for him. He’s in the hospital where he is being poked and prodded to find out what is wrong with him. I know he’s nervous about it.
Rod and I about 16 years ago
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After reading my blog of a couple days ago, my daughter checked in on my emotional health and quite firmly told me to shut off the damn TV and stay off the internet…I’m quite confident she thought I was spiraling to a psychotic break. She was right. So, over the weekend I took a TV News as well as political Twitter and Facebook break. She was right. He and I even avoided our Sunday morning ritual coffee with Chuck Todd and Meet the Press. I’m reasonably clear headed this Monday morning.
I tend to have an obsessive, addictive personality. Like a dog with a meaty roast bone. I’m not going to analyze this one but I’m confident that when we only take in negative information all day long, a hateful message, negative, negative, negative we get sick.
I also see through to the other side of the forest and realize by digesting all this political BS, I feel like a victim…that I don’t have control of my own life and what is scarier than a head on collision knowing you can’t save yourself!
So, Dear Diary, that is where I am today. Focusing on what I can control and avoiding taking in the negative that I cannot control.
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I used to eat, sleep and drink my job as a dispatcher. I lived with a total commitment to the job. Towards the end of my run, I also became very involved in the emergency management end of it and lucky for me, the EM director thought I had a lot of potential and taught me everything I could manage to soak in. In my memory he is still one of my favorite people…ever. The theory is very complicated but the take away is teaching and learning and working with police, fire and EMS agencies to handle critical incidents and my job was to learn their protocols so I could take it back to the 911 dispatchers. Dispatchers understanding the reason for procedures in the field just enhances their ability to be the connection to all of these agencies out in the field.
Another of my very favorite EMS people was Wendy…she was a mover and shaker with one of the small town fire/EMS departments. We didn’t immediately hit it off. It was a learning curve. She was also very dedicated and also as a hospital RN, I always felt she ran herself pretty thin. Over time, we developed a good working relationship and I learned to respect her perspective of her job and vise Versa.
I’ve just learned with the rest of Facebook world that she is sick…the chemo kind of sick. We were never let’s-have-coffee friends and we don’t keep in touch…but this one hit me hard. These are the kind of people that work behind the scenes to make our life better when we need them. I believe most people don’t really give a second thought to these people…dispatchers, police, fire, ambulance and all of the other nameless, faceless people in our lives that are there when we need them.
I needed some perspective today on what the important things and who the important people are. AS far as Wendy…she’s a fighter….and I have her back with all the positive energy I can send!
- I have a hard time figuring life out when good people and kids die young
- The only way we are going to survive is if Trump and McConnell, et al become incapacitate or die
- Everyone has their own opinions but why is my living and breathing dependent on evil people
- Judge people and their actions based on the life they live
- Loss of compassion and kindness for people I don’t like (see judge people…..)
- Lack of tolerance
I realize the negative thoughts and hatefulness are in direct opposition to my desire to live a loving and peaceful life. I know that these thoughts are my thoughts and are affecting my soul. I know that genuine inner peace cannot survive with my thoughts that are full of hate. I know that I can stop reading, watching and listening to the evil surrounding me but it seems in doing so, I might as well eat sugar and drive down the road with my eyes closed. What I don’t know can kill me.
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My 3rd Chicago concert in 4 years at the Starlight Theater in Kansas City. Walking out of the theater last night, Sue said this venue kind of spoils you for other venues. Back to Chicago….while they didn’t disappoint, the Doobie Brothers had me wanting to throw my granny panties on stage. He and I saw Doobies at the Sprint Center and it was just too loud and I didn’t take my earplugs…but in an open air venue….they were amazing.
And the geriatrics….I danced non stop until my hair was dripping in the back and today there is not an inch of my body that doesn’t ache. A beautiful ache…
I feel young again!
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This is what we have been doing today
Has anyone else noticed I need to have my glasses adjusted?
He took the truck into the Ford dealership this morning. Had a neighbor camper follow him in and bring him home. This is what RVers do…one of these days we may have the opportunity to pay it forward. Enterprise had no vehicles to rent until about 3 pm. By then, he had been in contact with the dealership to find out our brake pads were disentegrating….the truck is a 2005 with 40,000 miles on it rather than a standard 140,000 meaning it hadn’t been driven a whole lot and the brakes just rusted away. Truck will be ready for pickup in the morning.
We’ve all just been hanging out. He and I did take a walk down along the stream after lunch…or what some of you propers call dinner. Made our way over to the park store for a fishing shirt with long sleeves with some SPF protection and a floppy fishing had to cover the ears and unprotected bald spot 👴🏻.
Heading out soon for the stream…have to plan this outing because he will have to carry everything and plod along in his waders…it’s only 1/2 mile where he wants to get in but with his sideward movement, he undoubtedly will end up further away…hey wait…who’s going to carry my lawn chair?
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3 years ago, we moved away from everything we have ever known which includes some besties. we moved 4 hours south to a house I love, moving out of the boonies and into a neighborhood which I love (for the most part). We made this decision because I had to have a new start and get away from the negativity and anxiety in my life and afforded us the opportunity to live close to and love fully our grandchildren. I do not regret the decision. With that being said, I miss family celebrations on holidays and birthdays. It is something I could change if I wanted to take the initiative…and if I were more self aware of how I was going to feel.
With that in mind….I spent my birthday, Mother’s Day and Memorial Day as if it was just any other day in my week. This week thinking about my daughters birthday coming up, I started feeling some depression settling in. I decided to try essential oils…I totally am committed to the value of using essential oils for healing…but I was skeptical that just breathing them in could seriously have any impact. I had tried using a diffuser and I love the scents but I decided to try what I’ve been reading. I put do terra essential oils…lavender, bergamot, ylang ylang and Roman chamomile in my hands and took whiffs then I rub the mixture on the bottom of my feet and put the mixture in my diffuser. Within 10 minutes I felt the funk beginning to lift. I did the same thing this morning. The change is remarkable. If you are suffering in your own funk or dealing with your own depression, I encourage you to give it a try!
And…a friend of mine posted This on FB this morning. A good read!
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To the platforms of the right and left in politics. I’m pretty confident that nothing is going to get done In congress AGAIN. My obsession with the health of our country seems to be totally focused on Trump. I’m totally overwhelmed with the sickness of this human being and how one man could be allowed to destroy years of building by his predecessors…Repub or democrats. I don’t like the feeling of hate I am experiencing. I hate him and everything he stands for. I continue to try to think something good is going to come out of this evil…that For 5 minutes, I can feel positive and think…okay, I see where he is going…maybe it will work??
I feel quite negative about all of the other actors in this nightmare but I fear that there is nothing that can really help us except getting rid of Trump (and I don’t care how this is accomplished)! YET…I’m almost as afraid of Pence as I am Trump…next in line is Paul Ryan. OMG
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