One Part Inspiration...

Rollers and brushes, and paint, oh my! There is so much to be done. My husband donned a cap and sprayed his way around the downstairs a couple of weeks ago. Since then, we have been making our way through the laundry room, powder room, pantry, kitchen and dining room. Spraying is great. It saves time, but uses up a lot of paint. And it makes for interesting designs on the face and hair. Rolling is more my cup of tea. I've rolled and brushed my way through a few houses now, and this is where I feel more comfortable. So we compromised; he did the primer and the ceilings, and I am doing the rolling and the edging. Of course, it is always more pleasant when other people join in. I have hosted a few painting parties already, with more to come, I am sure. This of course, depends on whom I can bamboozle into believing that a painting party is SO much fun!!!!!!! Let me just say, that I absolutely love the colors I have chosen. "Safe Harbour" which is a sea-foam green/blue (depen...

Finally! A job I can do. All these months, I have walked around The Pokeaway , wielding the odd broom, holding screwdrivers, wrenches, flash lights, and attaching extension cord to the one plug we have in the barn. And now, we are at the point where painting is beginning. I can do that! I am dangerous with a paint extension pole. Walls, ceilings, t-shirts, fingers, hair, - nothing is safe from my reach. As I was painting tonight, I was thinking of the many times I have painted in my life. My earliest recollection of painting was when my Dad told me I could paint the inside of the garage. I have a sneaky suspicion, he let me do the garage, because he was afraid of what I would do to the house, if he let me. At any rate, I donned a beautiful red bandanna and went at it. Grey. Buckets of it. My sister came along and took a black and white photo of me - with a 'Brownie Star Flash' camera. Mostly what you see in the picture is the top of my head and lots of the wall. [She has impr...

Some of you might have noticed on my side bar that one of my pet peeves is people who drive slow in the fast lane. This is only one. How about people who drive faster in the fast lane, than the fast lane will handle? And then zoom up to you and sit on your tail, and then cut into the slow lane, and then zoom back into the fast lane, and then sit on someone else's tail, until they can do it all over again? Or people who pull through the turning lane quickly, even though you are about to come through the intersection, and then slow down, and make you drive behind them for the rest of the ride. This makes you look like your accelerator is attached to an elastic - "Slow down, oh, he's speeding up a little, oh, no he's not... wait ...yep, I can accelera te... no. I guess not." Another one which I can't stand is people who come to a stop light, intending to turn when it goes green, but some how never get around to letting anyone know. This happened one time when we ...

One cold night, as an Arab sat in his tent, a camel gently thrust his nose under the flap and looked in. "Master," he said, "let me put my nose in your tent. It's cold and stormy out here." "By all means," said the Arab, "and welcome" as he turned over and went to sleep. It started innocently enough. My mother-in-law called me before we moved and said "If you need a place to stay, while all that drywall is going in, please feel free to come to the farm." I kept it in the back of my mind. Close to the day of moving, I realized that option would be a good one for me. My husband was happy to stay out at The Pokeaway, but I thought better of trying to camp without a running toilet. So I just took my toothbrush with me, and arrived at the farm, thinking it would be just a night or two. A little later the Arab awoke to find that the camel had not only put his nose in the tent but his head and neck also. The camel, who had been turning his...

We don't have a toilet. So when it comes 'time', much creativity is required. A few days ago, it meant that we went shopping and wandered over to the 'facilities' while we were in the store. As we split to go our separate ways, I remembered another time. My husband had bought a camera, but it wasn't available at the local store. We took a road trip to go and get one held for us at a different store. About five miles away from our destination, the traffic backed up. Every part of the freeway was crowded. And suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom. It seemed to take an eternity to get to the store. By the time we parked, I was completely single-minded. MUST. FIND. BATHROOM. I practically flew from the parking space into the store. I asked where the washroom was, and was pointed in the right direction. As quick as I could, I went in and found R.E.L.I.E.F. When I came out, my husband was standing by the door. "Hey lady", he said. "Next time, use the ...