Thursday, April 16, 2015

Places In Our house

Here's a picture posting just for fun. I started out with a camera to take pictures of our various home made blackboards. You'll see those as we go along here, too.                                                          



        


 Amy and I have a belief that there should be flowers of some sort on the table at all times. These are our most recent batches. We have a friend who often brings flowers just for this purpose.


 Lisl sent this home made card and the little magnet for our refrigerator. A gem for an eye, and two more flowers: on the hat, red, of course!, and in her hand. Bonus of red shoes on her turned in toes.  I do miss her and hers. A lot! Snail mail is the best.
   Gwen sent me another bouquet of flowers last week.


 

We enjoy our black boards. Brad and Amy each have one made of chalkboard paint and a plain old board.

So just now, Amy and I have sayings on three of them. This little slate lives on my work table.


Here is Amy's inspiration board for you. Pretty simple, right?

 Dried roses, pine cones and a bird in another corner.




 This picture bugs me because I should have taken it at a better angle. Found this on a bookcase in the hall on my camera hunt.







 I found Brad's black board sporting a  leviathan. And a tall ship. "Out of the Depths" is written under the monster there. Who knows what he had in mind. But it makes you think. It reminds me of pre-Renaissance superstition. Columbus was brave, wasn't he? And, of course, Job's poetry.
 I like maps. Brad took this old school map and framed it out with pallet boards. It covers a goodly part of one wall in his bedroom.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Just Scribblings of Nice Normal

Sitting up in bed with my computer in my lap just because I can. And thinking about our nice, mundane life...just work and mud problems (easy and passing), and ordinary stuff.

All four of us were game to head off to bed/our rooms at nine tonight instead of sitting in the living room yawning over pinterest, chess, or rook. I took a phone call up to Amy from one of her house cleaning clients and she was relaxing already: candle lit, bookish tidiness, and her new black board written up in white chalk creative lettering a saying. Brad is starting the counterpart chain mail glove. (He's a clever kiddo.) He said he'd be doing that for awhile yet this evening in his room. Elv is doing his own work clothes laundry for a couple more hours while he lounges and reads/studies on his device. Four people on "me time" tonight pretty well sums this paragraph up.

I get to stay home the rest of the week. I can do whatever I want to do. Since I'm all grown up that means I will do what has been waiting to be done in the line of sewing and sewing.

Just sewing. Oh but it takes me a long time to want to. First, I start to dream about pretty, cotton-cool clothes for work when I see a pretty skirt on a friend. It is not coveting! It just wakes me up. And I need to be waked up. Next I have to think through the practical problems of new dresses: where to buy fabric, how many pieces, and to plan how they shall be made up. Then to shop, either myself online, or through my smart girls who live near to fabric sources and know what I like. After that, I insert the project of sewing up two other dresses for someone else who needs them far worse than I do. That gives me a deadline on those and an incentive for these.

All this time I am dreading having to actually sit down and sew. Sewing is a pain and I don't want to do it. I am worried that I'll have to actually sew when I don't feel like sewing. I find myself just putting it off. I have so many other things to do: read a book, blog, take pictures of the tulips coming up, the everlasting dishes piled up in the kitchen. Even those household chores I don't enjoy can be happily done while I put off the sewing. I tell myself that no miracle of wanting to sew is going to come to me at any given point. I shall just simply have to make myself get at it. Soon.

I am actually enjoying the sewing, as I always do, after all that hoopla in my mind. Don't ask, I don't know.

We've been hauling in rabbit manure/mulch for the gardens and lawn. Mike and Cindy don't charge us for the mulch, but they asked us to do the chores this weekend. So Brad and I followed them around while they showed us how it is done. How hard can it be to feed and water rabbits? I'm a little nervous about Mavis, though. She is the old grandmother rabbit who is aging and won't live long now. Mike pretended nonchalance while telling me that if she dies, I should put her in a plastic bag and throw her in any one of their three freezers in the garage. You just never know what you're getting yourself in for doing rabbit chores, I guess. So I am praying that Mavis doesn't die this weekend. Because if she dies and I put her in a freezer; I'll get home and worry that she wasn't dead after-all, and I've killed her instead, by freezing her to death. Seriously!

Brad repaired his cabin roof today and threw the bad shingles in on top of the fully loaded dumpster. Elv asked him to take them out of the dumpster. My conscience could easily bear leaving them in there. What else are we going to do with four dead shingles? Elv and I both have complicated consciences on completely different things. And there is no rhyme or reason to either of our discrepancy. So Elv will not defile his with illegal shingles and I won't use insurance claim money for anything but exactly what that insurance was applied for. We have a mutual respect and eye-rolling for each other. Oh well.

Elv will not knowingly drive a car with expired license plate, either. I did it for two days this week. And nothing whatsoever happened. I did nothing to attract the concern of a cop and it was fine. Elv scolded me saying that if I were to be picked up with an expired license the car would be grounded right there on the shoulder of the road. I guess he must know, but I find myself thinking, Then what? that is so not the end of the world, really, is it? It's just the Eve in me, I know. So I went online and registered it, pronto. Now if  I get picked up, it will only be for the bad tail light.  
                                                     Goodnight. 






Friday, April 3, 2015

Flowers For The Table

 Amy brought flowers home today. Made my day and our evening table, too. 
Inspiring, too. We set a pretty table for supper. Of course, I had to make a favorite supper to put on the table. Sloppy Joe's with cheese on bread. So with all that going on, we had ice cream for desert while we were at it.  I recommend boosting your homemaking morale with a few flowers. Besides, one can always find something to celebrate. What better way than to have a nice supper on a pretty table? 


Easter is here. I'll admit it. I need Easter this year. I am more aware than ever how much I need the power of our risen Saviour in my life.




Thursday, April 2, 2015

Some Thank You Spots On My Planet

 A patio fire and cookout during the very first week of 50 degree weather made us feel triumphant. We made it through winter! A big fire, a few friends, coats, and a picnic supper... a perfect spring celebration.  Never mind the snow in the back ground.


 We took a Sunday afternoon drive the other Sunday and it turned into a mudding. Now we know that nobody bothers to plow the forest roads in winter. And we found out that Josh doesn't mind mudding with his nice pickup as long as it was kind of by accident and the only way home was through. "It's dirty now, so it's fun."  

I found this wall art at work to add to the kitchen. Looks nice on this picture and in real life. Elv's gift of white oak shelves are still beautiful, don't you think? I'm never going to get tired of this kitchen. 

   I'm collecting "Thank You" spots in my life. My kitchen is one of them. I need these places to override other ugly voices of discontent and undoneness. Here is a good place to remember the good things and thank Him for a tangible blessing at the moment amid the clamor. 



 Morning in the swamp outside our living room windows at the cabin. It's dry up there this spring. No green yet and there is still frost in the ground. And snow here and there, especially in the woods. 
    Everyone enjoyed Sunday for our first 5th Sunday church in Minnesota schedule. A couple of the advantages of being a small congregation is that we all fit in a coach bus and in Lattin's living room of rows of chairs.
   Good times of worship and fellowship. Our singing is good when we are all in one place. For me, the singing is what I go to church for. (I know, bad grammar). But seriously, the singing makes or breaks it for me. So that's my humble confession this post. 
   
 
The Cabin, Another Thank You Place
We came home from the cabin this time saying, "Ok, now it is time to get wall coverings over that insulation!"  Funny thing is, we have all the materials. Just need a good space of time to do it. And the three windows behind the table are to be replaced with three big windows, 12 feet of window! The indoors will move in to grace our every meal. Can't wait! We have the "new" windows, as well. 

   So there's my blog contribution for the week. We are busy with spring chores at home and at work.  The dumpster is getting a workout here at home. Spring cleaning is like the clearing of a bad conscience. It's a great feeling.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

From The Phone




            Wishing everyone a good Saturday. 




Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Francis and I Made Some Spring

Josh and Francis were here for the weekend again. They have been home often since they married and settled in Nebraska. Of course, we enjoy each visit from our global children.

This time Francis was telling me about a spring door-swag she had made. Just coffee filters and some doodads and she was all set. Glue and wire, too.

 Francis says she cheated and used colored tissue paper for her pink flowers instead of a dyed coffee filter. It worked nicely. She had left over wedding burlap just for such things. A bit of ivy and a brainstorm. Her flowers are not hangydowny like mine are. I think hers is much better/nicer than is mine. But we won't need to argue about that, ok?



 
See what I mean? I colored coffee filters with colored chalk to get the color I wanted. You can hardly see it, but there's a lighter yellow flower in there, kind of underneath the two you can see. My burlap came from the real deal coffee bean bags we had at work. and the little wooden heart Thai pendants are from Lisl.

   Although I have projects: sewing and cleaning up to my ears around here, I stopped my ears to them and wasted a whole morning playing with this thing. I wasn't going to hang it the place of the old stale Christmas wreath because it isn't perfect. But today  I have changed my mind.
   Everyone needs a break day to create now and then. Such a good feeling. I recommend it.
    Sewing is calling, but first I am going to go take a walk with Kristine. :)

Friday, March 13, 2015

Signs of Spring at the Stonehouse

 ~ Elv just called to say that they have to shut down now. Which being interpreted is: their woods machines are cutting in too much, the frost being gone, and they  have to move out. No more logging today for sure. They'll load the machines onto trucks and move to  spring stumpage.
    Every work day is an iffy-ness of whether or not they can "go".  Besides this, if we don't soon get rain; the fire danger will "go through the roof". Such is spring breakup.
~ I want to go canoeing, soon. Anybody?
~I'm missing Elv. He has been logging almost around the clock. No time for coffee or talk. No brains for anything but logging. Sitting with our feet in the lake is a far off memory... the stuff of fantasy. I put this picture here to remind me that summer really is coming and we'll pull off Highway  61 one of these days and do this again. I'm sure.


~ There's mud and water and dirty snow and a leaf pack all over the lawn fit to cause depression.
~ We cleaned the cars. Oh my! They were so bad! Inside and out!
~ We've had two cook-outs. We had only the patio for our space due to snow banks and mud, but we made it. Fire and grilling and all. Wonderful!
~ The clothes line is full of drying, sweet smelling blankets.

Spring Is Here!