Another old post…things about me

So, Bad Luck Detective wants a list of some divisible by five number of things about us. I guess I better cooperate with her.

This despite the fact that:

1. I am not sure there are too many things people don’t know about me.

2. I never do these things anymore.

Ok, let’s see:

1. I once put the wrong eye color on my driver’s license application accidentally. This caused a 10 minute discussion with the guy asking for clarification about my eye color.

2. I can calculate the amount of time I have worked online by the age of one of my children.

3. I remodel, restock, and change my favorite bookstore in Florida in my head to be something that’s a cross between Charis books and Room of One’s Own books, but better. There is a strange blend in my head between those two, two bookstores of childhood and my fantasy bookstore amenities.I don’t want to WORK there though. That said: I loathe chain bookstores with a passion. I get overwhelmed in them, don’t like how they smell, don’t like the music, don’t like how the people in them act and don’t like the staff. I will often go in, get a pile of books, then abandon the books and leave.

4. I read constantly and average around a book a day (this surprises very few of you). I don’t actually like to OWN books though. Seriously, I could pare down my books to a dictionary, a Bible, a good collection of fairy tales, and a guide to fixing everything around the house and survival skills. Oh, and my book on the correct scripts for how to say things. Sentimentally, I probably couldn’t ditch my Bobbsey Twins collection. There are about 5 cookbooks I would miss if I ditched them.

5. I am annoyed that all newer books seem to have a gay or lesbian friend or couple as supporting characters. This despite the fact that I am a lesbian. Give me your heteronormative bodice ripper without the token gay friend. I really prefer it that way.

6. I love long car drives on my own and they help me think.

7. I once was pulled over for going over 100 mph. I talked the officer down to 99.

8. Until about 11 years ago, I was completely unaware of any behavior that would be classified as flirting.

9. It is unlikely that I will remember your name and face unless I have met you in person repeatedly. However, if I have ever talked to you in AIM/Google Chat/Twitter/Facebook, I will remember the oddest random facts about you. Really. There are people I have worked with over a decade ago that I have met in person and I won’t remember what they did, any detail of their actual work, or their children’s names, but I can tell you about their midnight snack, their truth in three truths and a lie, least favorite word, favorite candy.

10. Until about 9 years ago, people would constantly tell me I smelled good. Just random people (and Denise). I sort of miss it. Also, people touch my hair all the time. This has dropped off since moving to IL. I don’t miss that.

11. I make annoying (to other people) noises when I am thinking.

12. I also flap my hands when I get overwhelmed.

13. I sleep on my back with my hands folded across my chest.I started doing this after reading a quiz in something like “Woman’s World” when I was a teen “What does your sleeping position say about you?” I didn’t like my result so changed my sleeping position. Rumor has it that I also will put my knees up and cross one leg over the other.

14. I like rearranging furniture and the smell of lemon oil.

15. I periodically want to be a photographer, but hate the fact that the photos I take never show what I see. (iPhone 7+ has gotten me very close to this actually)

Trouble (Previously on BlogHer)

Trouble…
By TW on March 28, 2012

My daughter stands
next to my desk
utters those words
(the ones
that strike fear
in a mother’s heart.)

“I’m having trouble”

“with line breaks.”

I sigh
with relief.

Line breaks!
I can tackle those.
I think

I start in my head to
talk html, then

Stop.

“Line breaks?”
“My mentor” (poetry)
“says I need to consider
line breaks.”

Oh.
THAT kind.
I clarify.
She speaks
of Sentences.

Cringe
Fumble
(Could we talk
Sex? Relationships?
Drugs?
Easier!)

I pull up
Audre Lorde…
Diagram

(Never to Dream of Spiders)

I point to
June Jordan.

Really? Who better…
to teach line breaks?

Google.
Quote.

Teenage Stare.

Ask for an example–
Solid Ground.

She offers one
Quicksand.

txt doc time

I offer
Variations.

I change words
(Bad Mommy!)

Denise steps in. More
Variations.

Daughter likes these
Variations
Better.

I backseat drive

In the end
the point goes
to Denise.

(a lie)

Daughter gets the
point.
her poem
her search
for truth.

I pull out
Lucille Clifton
I point

Daughter complains
“No Caps”
Clifton – Poet Laureate

(know the rules-then break them)

Exit daughter

Enter poem
dancing in my head.
In the end.

Freezer Needs–Input Requested

For most of my adult life, I have had a freezer. Once upon a time it was a giant chest freezer, that got left behind when I divorced. Then an upright freezer my mother bought me when we lived in Gainesville. It didn’t move with us. Then we had the “free freezer” from Jewel-Osco. It was a rather small chest freezer (5. something cubic feet maybe). It moved down here with us–but it died, somewhere between the defrosting or the move.

Anyhow, we have no freezer right now. We have a side by side refrigerator that is large, but odd. So, I am back to pondering freezers. I am unsure if I want to go with another chest freezer OR with an upright freezer.

Here are the considerations:

  • This is a household of women. We top out at 5’4″
  • I hate diving to the bottom of a chest freezer–but the upright ones don’t seem to hold enough.
  • There are only 3 of us full-time now
  • We tend to stockpile when we find things on sale
  • We don’t live just down the street from a “real” grocery store anymore.
  • But, we also aren’t Costco/Sam’s Club people at this point
  • GARDEN! Farmers Markets! Produce.
  • Holidays
  • Entertaining (Seems like we might be doing some of that “now that we have friends”)
  • I want self-defrosting–because I hate defrosting freezers.
  • We don’t have an ice maker on our freezer–well, we do, but it doesn’t work and I find we have increased ice needs for some reason here. This means bag ice OR we need to get one of those stand-alone ice makers. Or something.
  • I would really like something energy efficient.

So what do you recommend? Chest? Upright? Brand? Have I forgotten something? Do you know a great deal? Organizational tips?

The Flamingo House at Paradise Pond

We’ve bought a home. This is the first home Denise and I have bought together. It will be our forever home. We love it.

Front of a 70s home The Flamingo house

It is on a lake–more of a large pond actually. We have almost an acre of land. (probably an acre–but part of it belongs oddly to someone across the lake–so there is a weird divot in the property line next to the lake. There is also a large area in FRONT of the house that isn’t ours but is ours. Unless, of course, there is some nature of huge expansion that requires our tiny dirt road to become a three lane highway.

The house started out as a two bedroom lake house and sprawled into a giant, wonderful, 70s home. We’ve spent more time outside in the past three weeks than we ever really have before. The hounds love their big yard. I’ve got big plans for gardening. In fact, I joined growjourney today. They send certified organic seeds, that include information on seed saving and MORE. Now to get the “boys” (our son Chris and his friend Chuck) to building my raised beds. Great yard, bad sandy soil.

This is where we spend most of our time:

deckLooking at this:

paradisepond

But, we also love the inside. We’ve replaced the carpet with laminate. Brand new laminate–and there is a lot of it. I wish I had some serious Bona muscle (Can anyone tell me what that one that was at the BlogHer Conference last year?) to help take care of it. For now, we are handling it with our mops and Denise’s whatever it is that vacuums and wet wipes the floor. Grr, I should remember the name.

We’ve bought real, live living room furniture. We are going with brights! We bought an orange chair from At Home. We also bought some great pillows there. Add in some tractor seat bar stools for the breakfast bar. My mother gifted us with a sleeper sofa, an end table that is fabulous, and a new tv stand. Our IKEA tv stand wasn’t up to the move. Of course. Neither were our bookshelves, kitchen cart, or desks or two of the children’s beds. Sigh. But now we are trying to choose deliberately, furniture that will last, items that will bring us joy.

We still have so much to do, replace, create. I have an ever-growing wish list on Amazon. From the silly and unnecessary to the more serious.

The boys are here now working on finishing up with removing the carpet from the Florida room. (Where they put it as they installed the laminate.) They are measuring for our bookshelves in the office, installing a grab bar in the downstairs bathroom, planting the gardenias and lemon tree IN THE GROUND! Because we own our home! We can actually plant them in the ground.

One of the gardenias is my housewarming present to Denise when we first moved in together 14 years ago. The one I gave her before we were a couple, 15 years ago perished several years into our couple-hood. It was in a too small pot, outside in the Florida heat, and we’d left town without instructions to water it. But this one, the August beauty has survived and thrived, despite being moved to Illinois and back to Florida. It has had its hard times, so have we.

I’ve decided it is time for a bit of a pivot. I will be blogging more about gardening, outdoor activities, home decor, remodeling a 70s home while keeping the 70s character (because I am still all about the retro)  life with an empty nest, maybe even some *gasp* entertaining. (But still caregiving for my mother) I may even change the name of the blog.

Enough for now–just dipping in my toes. I have so much to tell y’all.

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