CONTRACTOR FOLLIES (June 14/136 or not)

Not my original quote but too good not to pass on "You always know a toddler's birthday is coming up when you see the bounce house set up on the lawn". For all the adults who think they can handle the bounce house-think again...dementia and gladiator do not mix.                                                           

IF YOU SURVIVE THE STORMS Interesting week with Mother Nature taking care of my watering chores. Just enough rain in just the right spacing to cover my tender new garden children. I checked with our lawn care about his aerating service asking does it require a lot of watering? No, just 2 inches after they do the treatment then back to your usual 1 to 1 1/2 inches a week. Say wha? We have 3/4 quarters of an acre and a well, so we do not watere grass. (Except the new guys) What they get is what they get. So, the grass is brownish in some places but that's summer for you. Always looks nice in Fall and Spring so I'm good. We should all just let the lawns go natural.

 JP wanted to spend a couple days with us on the two hottest nights thus far. We had our room AC unit, but he had to gut it out in his room with two fans. He didn't even go upstairs the second night. Though he did sleep better on the couch.  We have central air, but when the house was built, they apparently took low bid on the HVAC expertise as the cold air registers were installed on the floors upstairs. You know the basics-hot air rises, cold air sinks which makes the floor very happy on a hot night. Normal inhabitants not so much. The dude that lived here originally was an engineer so you would have thought they covered that in class at some point. 

DOOR ME As I never have enough projects to juggle (always room for another chainsaw in the air) I thought I'd get some quotes on the lake house sliding doors. The gas between the panes has been blown since we bought the place and the screen door is hanging on by its proverbial fingers. I always thought the doors were shorter than normal, but that may have been a fig newton of my imagination. Anyway, the first contractor (a sweet young couple fastened at the hip) to pop at my ad, who would come on my schedule (like when we're out there) said no prob, standard door and really low amount to replace. However, they were not able to do anything until August. After five days I texted and said are you still interested as I did not receive the quote the same night as promised. Two days later I get the quote and its 700 dollars higher and no explanation besides - old door taken out, new door put in, cleanup and disposal. As I hate to wait and I've been ghosted by these laker handypeople before, I have already got two more companies coming to quote. So, I write the first one back and say can you give me a break-down of what your quote covers-cost of door, labor, etc. as I kind of thought I knew why it was higher, standard door my Aunt Fannie. Of course I have had nothing back yet.

Second dude shows up, hair coiffed and smelling strongly of after shave-maybe he thought he was meeting a merry widow as I only spring the OH on people when necessary. Amazing the snow jobs you get when unaccompanied. However, his house had been without power from the storm, and he was cutting a tree up in the front yard all morning so he might have thought he was a little funky from no shower. He gives me a quote even less than the first one. Hmmm.  Third dude shows up and gives a speech similar to Andersen window folks (half promo half expertise) and a price to match which is 5 or 6 times higher than the first two (even though the 1st two have not actually given a final quote). However, in our intentional chatting, getting to know you stuff he mentions they are booking out four months - which is actually a sign that the company is good and sought after. He also casually mentions that btw-those are not standard sized doors and custom costs two grand more. Finally, someone is actually knowledgeable or honest about the doors being shorter than standard as it's a modular home.

But bigger reveal as I say hell no on the cost, or words to that effect, he mentions a lot of people just get the glass fixed (I didn't know that was an option) and he could actually quote the glasswork and screen door for what these other two ?experts? were quoting for the whole job. Interesting n'est-ce pas? It would make sense to go with number 3 except....the quote he claims he sent as we stood there never showed up. Arrgghh. And I used to feel sorry for small businesses. 

FUSSY BIRDS I bought two new bird feeders-one for the hummers and one for the finches-of whom we had multitudes last year. Hummer floats in once in a while and doesn't stay long. Some large animal ate most of my finch food the first night, so I moved it and no one, including finches, have touched it since. Geez. I get feeders that are smaller and easier for me to clean and fill, and they turn their beaks up at them.

RANDOM THOUGHTS  1) If the Dems were that good at cheating, wouldn't they have picked the president and other pertinent posts? We were so clever, we even made 30 million stay home and not vote; and 2) At the lake Thursday night as the tornadoes were circling, we realized the only safe space we have is under the house where the water system is located. I told the OH considering that space is coffin-sized, only the thin will survive. We'll see how that goes in the future. Meanwhile, our aptly named CrocsAnn (JP's suggestion) says:                                                                                                Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently/Salute a Vet 💚  💙💛

                                                                                 

P.S.  Bathroom remodel may finally be moving forward as cabinets are due to be completed by the 17, so work may start shortly thereafter (subdued yay). Guess I should order those drawer and cupboard handles that I completely forgot about post-haste

                                                                                               

HODGE PODGE (June 7/137 or not)

NEIGHBORHOOD WATCHERS We have been closely monitoring the happenings across the street. Hell, retired folks enjoy any change of routine-hence the binocs on the windowsill. Which reminds me, always be nice to the old fogies in the neighborhood. They are a better alarm system than your Doberman.  Two semi-truck sized trucks, one large trailer and two cars from across the street were loaded for the last time, we hope after 15 years of no activity. All headed north to Marquette at 5:00 pm. Hard to believe they were making that 5-6 hour trip in the wee hours though the bridge is less crowded at midnight I suppose. 

Equally fascinating is the roofing project over there. At this point it has been going on for ten days and no end in sight. On purpose? Or perhaps it's the geriatric roofers who tend to show up at about 9 and work until about 3 or so. Just guessing the age from the amount of snow of top of the two, sometimes three slow-moving workers. I know what it's like to slow down in the afternoon if I stop doing physical chores. After a couple days of power washing (mostly the OH, I just pitched when he needed a break) and painting at the lake and the usual Sunday housework, laundry, 8 to 9 miles of walking and my latest yoga session, I was done for the day at 3:30 myself. The fatal mistake is taking a break which then lasts well into the evening. At some point I will feel old enough not to feel guilty I suppose. As for the "mature" roofers I understand. I still believe I can climb the ladder to the roof, just not right now and that's ok. 

THE TRUTH So the judge says something like "So if he can bulldoze the Stature of Liberty before anyone files a suit he can get away with it. Is that your argument?" Which is pretty much what rumpiestilkin's lawyers admitted when they claimed the lawsuit filed against demolition of the east wing and rose garden and south lawn had no standing as it was already done. Like he needs any other stupid ideas. 

GARDEN KNOWNS As we water and burp the new landscaping, we are rewarded with budding roses and new grass growing in what can only be described as a typical male pattern baldness fashion. Little sprouts here and there in no particular order. My daily task is to ruthlessly pull any errant weeds that dare to sully my pristine mulch. Although the relentless chive forest is making some tentative forays into the backyard landscape. Some hiding under the prone drainpipe-crafty little buggers.  My lime marmalade (Heuchera) "lettuce" leaves are starting to grow into full heads. They looked so fragile but give them a little water and sun and a yellow explosion ensues. So red roses, pink salvia, merry little holly berries and my yellow limes are starting to look intentional. The backyard is finished with tomato plants thriving, deck washed and windchimes hung from the pergola with care. 

                                                                                            

                                                                

LATEST PODDIE I was able to get my July program recorded last week so all good. It was about violence in the workplace with a gentleman I have worked with for many years when at MIOSHA and the Safety Conference. He started this work in the '90's when the Dearborn Post Office massacre occurred and the phrase "going postal" was coined. We have all seen how that has escalated since then. I asked what the factors were, besides the shooter not getting the promotion he wanted. My brother worked there and mentioned the horrible working conditions and tone-deaf management. Management's M.O.  with Union complaints was to always escalate cases to arbitration which wiped out their budget pretty quickly-with no resolution but to give up. My brother was the "unknown" postal worker who was interviewed by the local news about their tactics. My interviewee explained that automation was becoming a big part of the USPS at the time and as usual, management was not great on explaining the impact. 

ON TRACK As if I don't have enough nagging in my life I wear one of those tracker watches. Every hour it recommends I get my ass in gear and take 100 to a million steps. This is a good thing for my bionic hip and gets me away from the laptop. Actually, I'm doing pretty good as I have just come from the eye doctor and my pupils are the size of saucers at the moment. We go through this routine every year where the Doc humorously gives me a prescription and then kills it by saying, "if I could see that well without contacts, I wouldn't bother either." Nailed it! Or was it a cognitive test? Which begs the question would one know if they had dementia if they had dementia?

Anyway, I had a point in the last paragraph when I started. When I get those move your butt messages sometimes, I am not in a position to jump and run-like on a plane, in a meeting, on the commode. The watch is so dumb any left arm movement will do so I start waving my arm like a windmill, demented bird or a spouting fountain. It doesn't know my feet ain't dancing at the same time so it is satisfied and shuts up. Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently/Salute a Vet 💚

 

IT'S MY PARTY (June 1/138 or not)

"Realized hostages are 2 big to replant. Any chance your boys could pick up and dump??"  Yes, I literally wrote that text. If Big Brother/Sister is monitoring my rebellious posts, that unintentional murder for hire plea probably got a "hey what?" I am actually talking about the below-damn autocorrect.

                                                              

SPRING FRENZY First it was the finch frenzy for food and then the people frenzy at the local gardening store on a Monday. Oceans of frantic gardeners grasping gargantuan green gaggles of grape tomato plants as well as other vegetable, fruit and flower variations in a steady stream. Memorial Day is the unofficial Michigan "maybe it won't freeze anymore and we can plant day". We thought we were safe on a weekday, but apparently everyone works from home with a variety of break times. 

Additionally, we "remodeled" the front forty so to speak so now I'm faithfully hosing down 30+ plants every morning. Nothing keeps you motivated like a huge landscaping bill. In a mad desire for clean lines I had them obliterate the chive forest growing over the back patio much to the OH's disappointment. But the ways these things propagate I am sure they will be back. Tomato plants are in for the 44th year in a row so he should be happy. It was amazing though how many inquiries we had for the massively overgrown hostas shown above. We learned how to divide them with an axe as these buggers' roots are tough. Should have done that years ago as they were too massive to replant. I will miss, not their massiveness take-over the garden persona, but the way they came back faithfully every year turning from tiny green shoots to full-blown plants in about two weeks. 

WASH DC RINSE, REPEAT Nothing says class like a giant cage rising above the white house on the south lawn so we can watch bare-chested fighters duke it out like slaves performing in the roman coliseum. Bread and circuses though we seem darn lacking in the bread, gas, cost of living arena. This is a shit show for one if you get my drift. Those who can't egg on those who will. This is the best we can do? Though it does kind of negate claims for that fancy "secure" billion-dollar ballroom if an open-air event can manage to keep marmie safe. Darn, I knew it wasn't about security.

Meanwhile...as Colbert used to say. While white house trashing continues and the great negotiator still hasn't got a deal from Iran, Putin and Xi are shaking hands, other departments of government are functioning on life support. Desperate measures are being sought to re-fund FEMA that got literally destroyed under what's her name as we enter hurricane season. Planes are crashing on a weekly basis, three plants have exploded, environmental fallout continues, a dearth of farm and factory workers is upending the economy, and the health department is looking for "volunteers" to help track and contain Ebola from incoming plane passengers. Just spit balling here but this is what happens when you eliminate qualified employees and scuttle regulations. But we got a cage match to look forward to and a lonnnngggg speech from he who would be king instead of real entertainment on our 250-birthday party. Yep, we be screwed. 

GIVE 'EM A BREAK The horrible accident that took the lives of two Michigan DOT makes me sad and angry. These folks are out there every day getting cursed at and dodging citizens who are upset about being inconvenienced. I had the same problem at the City and actually lost one in a car/street accident. Other near misses were only avoided by the "fleet of foot". Especially the pothole fillers. Move in and out in the breaks between cars to drop your asphalt and leap out of the way? My inspiration that they called impractical, was to create a square barricade that went around the workers attached to the truck that would move when they did. They said people won't notice until it's too late and the cars will just hit the barrier-ahh yeah exactly my thought....  At any rate, you know the drill.

Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently/Salute a Vet 💚  💙💛

MEMORIAL TO DEMOCRACY (May 25/139 or not)

SIGNS OF THE TIMES As Spring careens into the (too short) summer so many things start popping up-flowers, shorts, sweat, dogs without coats, fairs, parades and FOR SALE signs. An inevitable rite of passage is the mobile population frantically taking advantage of the summer house buying frenzy. Not so great timing as interest rates are up their highest in 9 months. Oh well. The colorful signs, depending on your realtor of choice blend seamlessly with the greens, reds, yellows, pinks and whites of our abbreviated growing season. The multi-faceted plow patterns painted on the fields by the individual farmers and tractors of green and red. Truly a riot of color. And the frustration of the tractor's presence on those meandering country 2-laners. Honking does not help, so chill with some car seat yoga and enjoy the sights. 

ORANGE UPDATE Got to love marmie's everyday trashing of norms. On a no-bid contract basis (as required by any governmental unit) he's facing the typical contractor problems with the reflecting pool. You know how he said he knows a "swimming pool" contractor who will do it for 1.3 million which magically balloons into 13 million a week later. After accepting his "doing business" bribe the orange one goes with I don't know the guy. Us lower government worker types would be disciplined if we accepted a potato chip from a vendor, but that's just silly people following the rules.

And wouldn't it be marvelous when you're handed the top job that you can promote your personal attorney, who could not win your other trials as he was forced to hold bags of wet noodles for evidence, into a position where he can start making deals for you, on the taxpayer dime by suing yourself and winning with total civilian immunity. Wonderful. I hope his eventual disbarment and possible imprisonment is worth what he is reaping now. The hench people usually end up holding the bag on these things-so get a clue.

FEEDING THE FLOCK Trying to locate our "finch stick" as we've caught them trying to raid hummer's sugar water. They have zero chance of fitting their fat hungry beaks into the tiny little holes, but that doesn't stop them from trying. Though I only have one hummer, the finch stick supports several at the same time though some have to hang upside down. Between the cold weather and copious rain this holiday weekend our feeding stations are getting a workout with several tentative forays to check if we've filled everything. Although a woodpecker or cardinal will just bang on your window for service, not all birds are that rude.                                                        

JP SIGHTINGS Haven't seen the grandson as much last couple of weeks. Usually he calls Tuesday or Wednesday, but his schedule is getting busier.  He's been helping other Grandma and joining the guys on the weekends rebuilding her decks. He's maturing faster than any of us want to see, but it is inevitable. I promised him my 2007 convertible when he's 16 which is only two years away and hopefully it will still be able to flip its lid for him which is the cool factor. He's used to driving the ATVs, golf cart and, on occasion, his dad's giant Ford Explorer (though not far). As he was helping his dad clean up the pole barn the other day I watched him back the golf cart out of the way. He whipped that huge machine between Dad's motorcycle; the garbage can and angled it through the open door like a pro-definitely smoother than I would have. At any rate, he is going to be more than ready for Driver's Ed. His folks call him Pablo due to his very noticeable dark mustache, and he actually grew four inches in the last year so perhaps the height is finally catching up to the other maturity indicators. At any rate,

Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently/Salute a Vet 💚  💙💛

TO WINE SO AS NOT TO WHINE (MAY 18/140 or not)

 NOTICED A SIGN:  In Case of Fire, please exit the building before posting it on social media. 

In case we didn't know, that's why there are so many warnings on everyday products like don't eat the varnish before applying; or don't try gorilla glue on your skin; laundry packets are not candy-close the damn lid; don't hold match too close to flammable objects, like your hair; do not mix an aerosol with a blowtorch, etc.  We can go with "there's one born every minute" or just believe someone somewhere has sued over something a normal logical person would not have even tried. Children come to mind and I guess child-like adults who think using a familiar object in an exciting novel way is a good idea. I mean who hasn't taken an item and thought "I wonder what would happen if I tried it on this" immediately followed by "crap, I wish I had the last five minutes back." There is a sense of wonder that accompanies that moment when something goes inexplicably, horrendously wrong as you watch the chaos ensue and the property damage and injury take hold. I swear I have investigated more than one incident like that. Which of course is followed with a new workplace rule basically stating, "let's not do that again bozos and bozees".

3RD STRIKE On a tight schedule already, there was a bit of consternation when my interviewee failed to appear onscreen as anticipated. We had missed connecting at the conference. She got sick at the 11th hour before our second attempt, so this was number 3. I 'm starting to think she doesn't like me. After chatting with the recording person for a few minutes, I tried a quick email. She magically appeared shortly thereafter. Apparently one or all of us forgot to factor in Central vs Eastern time. She was merrily waiting until 9:00 Central time even though her ZOOM invite clearly said Eastern time. Note to self-double reminders in different time zones. But she was a trooper and we got it done.

WINE ON Hosted one of our semi-annual wine parties which usually follow the twice-yearly shipments from my vineyard membership. The challenge was to enjoy...without over enjoying as, based on my previous paragraph, I had a 9:00 interview to conduct the next morning. But they were troopers as well and the rallying cry was "we are not quitters"; referencing my usual M.O. of finishing the bottle so there are no leftovers; leading to my inability to focus the next day. Consequently, in rescue mode the group managed to leave no bottle unemptied. Also, lots of food, lots of food with everyone contributing wonderful courses. I started hosting daytime wine parties as some of us are of a certain age and this way we can all tottle home in daylight. Daytime drinking is the new norm.

   

                                                                            

CRAZY WEEK  So party on Thursday with wine group, lake on Friday for dinner and cards with lake friends, then graduation open house in Grand Rapids on Saturday; state of collapse Saturday night. It's not the physical challenge but the mental logistics that poop (technical term) one out. We realized as we were leaving the open house that we were now the dreaded "old people" of grandparents, great aunts and uncles that grab a table and hang out and talk while the younger folks are working, partying and basically ignoring us. I hope we were a little more sensitive to the oldies, but I fear we probably were not. It was a combined party of 5 grads from the field hockey team and our grad had made all of the variety of 250 cupcakes! I can attest as to the exquisite flavor of the espresso one. Fortunately, step-grandma, my sister, snagged the table right next to the cupcake array. Who needs real food?

WARRING AI OR WHATEVER Does anyone else like to challenge their phone mapping abilities against the car's built-in mapping? Traveling from the lake to Aquinas College basically said go to M37-2 turns and you're there (phone suggestion). Using the car, who feels she is superior, needed to go to 31 get off at Wealthy-basically trundle through downtown GR and try to find the one building at Aquinas described in the address we were sent. Drops us right in front of the wrong building with a cheery "you've reached your destination"-umm no and no place to turn around. 

After some fumbling around the Eagle landed where we saw a bunch of cars parked so assumed we were close. Also saw our hosts quaffing beers surreptitiously as the venue does not support alcohol (Catholic Unie, and Catholics most certainly drink) On the way out I said we're taking the easy way to the Beltline (M-37). Like I said two turns. However, the car was not having it. We got the fatal -make a u-turn and then a right; make a-uturn and make an immediate right; make a u-turn and make a left; FOR GOD'S SAKE TURN AROUND OR WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!! Or maybe I'm thinking of that Kenny Rogers song "Ruby". 

Peace out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Efficiently  💚  💙💛

MOTHER (May 11/141 or not)

                                                            

As it's Mother's Day, and a busy week, I'm taking a break this week. Just a couple of random thoughts.

In the midst of all the reminders to 4-wheel drivers about watching out for motorcycles I had a 2-wheeler go by me and two other cars...on a 2-lane road...on a hill. Ain't nobody going to be able to prevent that very obvious lapse in judgement by the helmeted untouchable. Guess who sues who, if they survive. 

Looking forward to the latest wine soiree with our intrepid group of connoisseurs this week who, bless their hearts, do not listen to my vino description after the first bottle or two. Which is pretty much how I like it as the fate of the world depends on our using our valuable time to resolve the sticky issues of the day. Well as we are all of an age serious discussion usually follows our old people "organ recital". You know who's getting sliced next, who has had xyz procedure, what new meds are out there. We have to be pretty organized to get everything in when the group gets together as retired people have lives and limited time to socialize.

After 15 years of inactivity, the house across the street finally appears to be getting some love. Apparently, it has been sold and considering the price, there must be a truckload of issues to be resolved to make it livable. From the tip of its' crown to the cement pond by the river, I don't expect to see new neighbors anytime soon. However, another neighbor was expressing relief that someone is finally in charge of the property as a couple of doors down a third neighbor was creating a path along the river and behind this house to preserve Indian land. Yeah, I hear he drinks. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man-usually the neighbors. 

After partying Thursday I have scheduled an early podcast recording on Friday. Hopefully, the hangover can be controlled by 9 am. Good thing I loosely script these things. 

So hale and hearty and love to various Mothers living and deceased. We love you all. And thanks to my own lovely daughter who spent the afternoon with us in an extremely enjoyable visit while "her men" were working on her m-i-l's deck. I will selfishly take the win. It's great to see the grandson helping out and schlepping tools and trailers, though I hope it was only a well-guarded miter I saw him running in the pictures. 

Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Carefully    💚  💙💛

1st Hummer of 2026  

      

 

THE BIDET-BEAT GOES ON (May 3/142 or not)

                                                                                             

BEST QUOTE "You take really good care of your feet" the doctor said at my semi-annual checkup. No lauding of my 7 lb. weight loss, lower A1C and stellar triglyceride reading. Makes me wonder what visual deformities he has to witness when examining patient feet. I do think the bright red polish is a nice touch.  I'll take the win.  

REALLY? I could be wrong and too quick to jump to conclusions. We may never know if the attack on the President was real or orchestrated. What was real, is 95% of the people in that room did not know it was coming and then experienced a personal hell when they realized they may not live through the night. Did they wish they had said I love you to their families before leaving home? Did they wish they had noted their personal escape route? Also, we all know the drill. When police are confronted with knife or gun and a leaping assassin, they riddle him/her with bullets and ask questions later, yet nobody really fired?

Reporting on these tragedies is one thing, being one of the terror-stricken victims is on another plane altogether. The complacency that many feel that this is just the cost of living in America need to know what it feels like to be a victim. Meanwhile school children get "thoughts and prayers" and the President has a press conference to pitch he needs a golden ballroom. He's 79, he should have needed a timeout and diaper change. As one who has trained and been trained on these types of episodes, the victims are usually a tad more rattled. Perhaps, dementia is a blessing. 

BATHROOM UPDATE Much of the week was spent on picking out goodies for the bathroom make-over as we get her ready for her close-up. As the second bathroom vanity was literally hanging on by its hinges and the bottom (plywood) shelf was sagging to the floor we also had to make material decisions about that. You know you should never think the original estimate is the cost-think contingency, surprise issues and more expensive choices. Whatever savings I found going with a molded rather than tile shower I assume will be easily eaten up by our more expensive "what the hell" attitude to new fixtures. As I pointed out frequently, I only redecorate every 40-50 years so there's that. 

Our contractor suggested a trip to a particular stone company as they often have remnants that could fit our stone vanity vision and turn-around is one week compared to 3-4. However, amidst all their remnants (mostly white and gray) we could not find one that had the touch of green we are looking for to highlight the lily pad green of the cabinets. I stand corrected. I found an exquisite emerald with subtle gold/copper streaks that would make this bathroom jewel-like. They even used this quartz in their own showroom and like I said it's beautiful. However, here's the catch. As it's not a remnant, one must buy the entire slab which THEY GET TO KEEP AND SELL as a remnant after they take out what you need. That, of course, runs the price up 3-4 times. 

Consequently, I had settled on a piece instead, mostly white and gray sigh, with a hint of green on a good day if you squint and the sun is in the 7th house. I loved that emerald green, but oh well. At a different place where we ordered the cabinets, they had a supply of ho hum countertops which was another reason we went to the other place. After signing our lives away on my "lily pad" color cabinets we were on our way out the door when the OH spotted green quartz resembling the "stone that was rejected which became the corner stone" (biblical reference). No way. I pulled out my file folder (I folder every project) and compared. THIS WAS THE SAME DAMN QUARTZ which they quoted out at 1/3 the price of the other shop. Drop the mic, we're in.

I also had no idea how much fun it is to visit a contractor plumbing shop to pick out fixtures. Do you realize there are at least a half dozen different types of toilets, not counting the bidets. Our fixtures accent color is champagne gold -not brassy-not shiny, a subtle brushed gold compliment to the green countertop. Followed with the shower head choice in the same hue. They also had the exact type of medicine chest the OH wanted with built-in close-up mirror and we even found new lighting to match the whole ensemble. Aren't we fancy. Then for fun our "consultant" threw in towel rack, towel hook, toilet roll holder, stove and refrigerator all in the same color family. Ok I'm fibbing about the kitchen appliances. Couldn't find a toaster to match so the heck with that. We were in there for three hours and were not bored-go figure. 

Flooring also got chosen and we went with my usual dramatic look (like my kitchen floor). Surprised when we got the itemized invoice for the flooring. This is a small bathroom, but they are charging $229 alone for incoming freight and fuel surcharge! I don't know if this is normal as we have put floors in before and just had a total price. But I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the future folks. Thanks, marmie for all the extra we have to pay for your crazed attack that stopped 20% of all the oil moving throughout the world.

 JUST HORSING AROUND I usually pick the gray for the Kentucky Derby regardless of the odds. Mostly so I can follow the horse as gray stands out. I want to enjoy the most exciting two minutes in sports. However, "Great White" did not need to pitch his jockey and then clumsily fall down on himself. All the talk about him being the biggest horse in the race was not the advantage one would think. Horses are not used to falling down and going boom. If you don't want me to bet, you could be a little more subtle. The jockey didn't look so happy either, but at least he didn't get a ton of horse on top of him. 

BOWLED OVER Mom and Dad had a bowling party to kick off JP's birthday weekend. He had one friend and the rest of us were, shall we say, over 21. In some cases, WAYYY over 21. My team consisted of Nana, Grandpa, Grandma and Jaxiboy. First and foremost, I did not fall down, drop the ball or die. My knee, hip and back remained intact and there were no audible snaps or crackles from my bionic parts. As several of us had not bowled in eons, one alley ball was used by three people which slowed things up a bit. I had apparently given my old ball away, so I got there early and picked an alley ball that the OH doctored to fit. As one cannot expect a curving break with an alley ball and conventional grip, I tried to use angles with the straight shot that resulted. I didn't embarrass myself too much and the trash talk was kept to an acceptable level. I think JP spent his actual birthday day defying death on the ATVs he and his buddy were racing on the back forty so to speak. Teenagers carry the burden of an undeveloped sense of danger but fortunately they heal quickly. Love that boy!

  Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Less 💚  💙💛