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TaDa! The new statement piece for the bedroom is done and hung. I don’t often (read ever) write about my wonderful life partner . . . privacy and all that. It doesn’t mean I don’t total love and completely adore my better half; ergo, this is the plaque I just finished and hung over our bed.

Making it was totally fun, so I can’t wait to get to work on the additional 15 feet of decorator signs I can make now. All I have to do is decide what I want them to say. Obviously, the fewer letters, the better. It’s not hard, but labor-intensive, delicate work.

I also have the driftwood “fairy gardens” to get working on. I will have to put out a little cash for those. I need air plants and buying them is the only way I have of getting them. I’ve gathered half a dozen pieces of driftwood that should work out perfectly for those.

I had thought to sell some of the driftwood and plague projects, but I’m thinking maybe I’ll giving them as gifts instead. I’d never get the cost of my labor out of them. Then again, I do it because I enjoy it, so maybe a couple will go to one of the local tourist traps to buy more supplies.

Well, my baby is off to a “Dead” retrospective with an old friend from ‘Frisco. I’m more of a punk and metal fan myself, so I’m sitting this one out. It gives me the whole weekend to play at my work bench and perhaps paint my toes pink.



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Yes, I have tons of things to finish . . . black door painting, white trim painting (inside and out), gardening, driftwood gathering, yada yada yada. I finished clearing the big lily bed bordering the front of the house earlier this week.  Yesterday was driftwood, rock and shell hauling. I figured I deserved a break today. I’ve had the perfect piece of driftwood for street numbers lying around for months, so . . .

It will hang on the fence by the gate out front as soon as the paint and glue has dried for a day. It may not exactly be art in the strictest sense, but now visitors can find the house without me walking out to the street.

I’ve started the first of my decorator signs too. I’m using the same process as the bedroom furniture. This one is for the bedroom and will say . . . maybe I’ll just post a pic when it’s done. So, I best get back to my “break.” I want to finish the sign and re-pot a couple of plants before dinner. (Grin)

(To the sharp-eyed among you, yipe that is a work bench in my garage. The long, boring house sitting gig had to have a payoff for the torture I endured.)






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new tree

HaHa . . . aren’t I the horticulturist? I’ve known it was coming since last week. A tree for the yard! All things garden related have been coming along very nicely, thank you. I never dreamed a tree would be part of the transformation, but . . . there it is.

I had been keeping my expectations low. I would have been happy with a twig to coddle for a couple of years. I had and still am considering joining the Arbor Day Foundation because I could get five crape myrtles included in the $10 membership. These are measured in inches of height and that was sorta kinda what I was imaging for this one.

I was prepared for the tree’s arrival making a bowl with the sod I’ve been removing from the lily bed. Then I dug down another couple of feet into the sand and filled it with real dirt so it would sit on a slight mound. It should have a goodly amount of room for the roots to spread out.

Hey . . . look an actual tree! It’s a little under four feet tall. That qualifies as a tree, right? I’m going with it. I have a tree!

chill space

The yellow and pink calla lilies are blooming beautifully. The white one at the far end of the front porch has 13 new sprouts beyond the two original plants and new ones poking their heads up daily. I’m not expecting any flowers this year, but it should be amazing next year. The shells and beach stones really compliment the driftwood edging. It’s going to make the mulching for winter harder, but I think it’s worth it. Of course, I may change my mind when I actually have to do it, but I’ve never been one to make things easy for myself.

Maybe I don’t have a black thumb after all. I mean, how could I? I have a tree!



It was once said of the United States of America . . .

. . . in my mind it was a tall proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity, and if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That’s how I saw it and see it still.”

What kind of wimpy snowflake gushing is this? Blah, blah people of all kinds . . . blah, blah free ports . . . blah, blah walls had doors . . . blah, blah open to anyone with the will and heart to get here. Just the usual left wing nonsense demonstrating their weakness and lack of will to Make America Great Again. It takes a tough guy to MAGA. Who is this libtard anyway?

Maybe a little more of the quote will help . . .

“I’ve spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don’t know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind . . . “

Still not sure. He’s campaign slogan was “Let’s Make America Great Again.” It might be a little before a whole lot of people’s cognitive memories, but it was used long before Trump stole it. It was used by a man long revered by the GOP as the paradigm to which all true conservatives measured themselves . . . Ronald Wilson Reagan. Surprised?

So, what happened? How could the party that honored, admired and held this man in the highest esteem be the same party that now supports Trump? The party of “family values” is now the party that is complicit in taking babies from immigrant parents. The party of “free trade” is now the party supporting a president that is intent on starting trade wars even with our allies. The party of Lincoln that freed the slaves; of Teddy Roosevelt with his “Square Deal” (look it up), National Parks and Panama Canal, of Eisenhower who established NASA, signed the Civil Rights Bill of 1957 and opposed McCarthyism; of many Republican presidents and legislators that moved our country forward . . . not backward . . . is somehow now the party of Donald Trump.

Donald Trump is a literal Johnny Come Lately to the Republican Party. How about the old Republican guard stop hiding, cowering from the reality of what is happening to their party and fight back? How about a return of the “tall proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity, and if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here.” That’s a goal worthy of this once great country. Dare I say . . . Let’s make America great again.

We have a big job ahead of us to right this ship, the US of A. We seem to be taking on water fast and if both parties don’t start bailing water soon, I fear all that will be left of the American dream is a nightmare.


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June 2018