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For twenty five years I defended you to your son, I protected your image, I told your son that you loved him and that you would be here if you could.<br />
I told him you would have answered his letter that he wrote you at four years old, if you could have. He signed it," Luv yur sun, james". Four. He was four years old..<br />
I told him it was hard for you to be away from him, but that you had to do what you had to do, and that you missed him. <br />
I told him you would have been proud of him for winning the cub scout pine wood derby, with a car we cut with kitchen knives.<br />
I told him you would like to have taken him camping. <br />
I told him you would have been proud when he graduated with a 4.5, third in his class.<br />
I told him you would have loved that he went to your alma mater,and he even lived in one of the same dorms buildings as you.<br />
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In the last few years, we quit talking about you. He gets it now.<br />
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So to all you Dads out there who don't accept their obligation to be Fathers to their children...it doesn't take much, a lot less than you think. All they want, is to know you love them.100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-51317053198626008992011-06-13T19:54:00.003-05:002011-06-26T17:25:37.572-05:00Project Complete....almost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb85bLIkLJs-KDYnD44h31R1nYvGthrRnXIRQcQ5FhfDvM_NUDtsAEdkAOkZyWUF7OpPZKLFalpVZrWVfgKUNAubPQ2aZdJJAB_g1nq2qlgA0md3OYsH-DQh1a73SdmW_ILqzCqfNWR6nw/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb85bLIkLJs-KDYnD44h31R1nYvGthrRnXIRQcQ5FhfDvM_NUDtsAEdkAOkZyWUF7OpPZKLFalpVZrWVfgKUNAubPQ2aZdJJAB_g1nq2qlgA0md3OYsH-DQh1a73SdmW_ILqzCqfNWR6nw/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" width="300" /></a></div> Well, it is complete enough for a few photos. I love my new desk; I have been looking for over a year as I do spend a lot of time on the computer and at a desk. They were either too pricey, or just not my taste. I wanted something recycled or re-purposed, but being as that is the trend right now...the prices were just too high for me. So a couple hundred dollars worth of beautiful black walnut, and the talents of a skilled man who gets me and looks in my head and understands what I see....this is the result. It still needs a little tweaking and arranging, I picked up some old wood boxes from the local flea market , antique junk dealers... but...well you get the idea!<br />
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Last night, at 11pm I realized my kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off...now while I am not a neat freak by any means, but I hate coming in the kitchen in the morning and seeing a disaster area. It unnerves me for the rest of the day. It makes my mind just as cluttered as the counter tops. So, after the men had gone to bed, I cleaned it up and it took until almost one in the morning. And one of those men was the instigator of the much involved kitchen project..... I'm just saying. What kind of event would lead to such a mess, you ask? Well making pickles, of course!!! Which, for some reason, two rational people who have full time jobs and can't seem to find a spare minute for breathing, felt the need to use a holiday weekend to do something they have never done before ....make bread and butter pickles. And make pickles we did. Now all you pioneer women out there, who do this for multi food items every year, and, on a large scale; I do a little "kneel on the floor and kiss your feet" dance for you. I think witnessing one of those annual events would be like observing a NASA coordinated Mars launch. Because people.... it isn't easy. There seemed to be pots of boiling water everywhere and no where to put anything and jars seem to need to all be hot at the same time for some reason. And you can't tell me all those pots fit on your stove at the same time? And boil?? Don't even mention waiting for a pot the size of a washing machine to boil. Some day I will have to have answers to all these questions. As I waited for sleep, I did hear the satisfying little pings as the lids sealed (I hope). Seven times, one for each of the seven jars. Yes; seven jars is all we have to show for all that work.When my adult son came in mid production stage, he said "Why are you doing this?" My answer..."because its fun and satisfying, and we wanted to see if we could do it. Just for fun. " He then stated "Going to the store can be fun; do you know they sell these at the store for $1.89 a jar?" I wanted to do the Visa commercial for him, cucumbers...eight dollars, spices... ten dollars, experience...priceless. And it was. Lots of fun and laughs, and learning, somewhere in the middle of all that madness.<br />
But for right now I don't care if my lids sealed, if the juices stay clear, or if they promote <i>clostridium botulinum....</i>I just want to taste them<i>! </i>There will be a pickle tasting event in my kitchen in a month or so.....stay tuned.<i><br /></i>100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-83797439494078866922011-05-23T20:56:00.002-05:002011-05-23T21:02:03.718-05:00New Garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4sQAX5I6Q5gP8Yi3hhzEZLQbiU0JIJc4ZosBKydUPwp9xTXiJtGuxJXLgcT08AJJw2-xWOTHxoOW4bppldDwQLZ_iGljASMuk4IOv51sLl76NAKMXyisc4D3HtMi48bT1rlPFIYj4rDe/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610093321945293874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4sQAX5I6Q5gP8Yi3hhzEZLQbiU0JIJc4ZosBKydUPwp9xTXiJtGuxJXLgcT08AJJw2-xWOTHxoOW4bppldDwQLZ_iGljASMuk4IOv51sLl76NAKMXyisc4D3HtMi48bT1rlPFIYj4rDe/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 291px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnn67fJaPzCtCmaST2v3Ly9dNDg6aG2yWvoDFtb9VdejEg52dH0-o4T7sLjTTRrH5gtuQBsHtoiJiYjpOCmfiYkU9Co_orhvIW2mMHcUsJkIAkYDaqa_sSHayh1woMRwUKRMEuxGxS3pNI/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610092988815280722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnn67fJaPzCtCmaST2v3Ly9dNDg6aG2yWvoDFtb9VdejEg52dH0-o4T7sLjTTRrH5gtuQBsHtoiJiYjpOCmfiYkU9Co_orhvIW2mMHcUsJkIAkYDaqa_sSHayh1woMRwUKRMEuxGxS3pNI/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 263px;" /></a><br />
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How can something that looked this horrible...look so much better after a load of dirt and some free manual labor? The bare side yard (complete with an old gas grill) was an eyesore...now after less than 6 weeks, it looks like this!!<br />
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A free house, outdoor fireplace and chilly (alas,with some rain) days, made for a wonderful week. Over the last few years we ave been exploring the western area, looking for that perfect area to dream of relocating to. Each time I discover new towns, I fall in love with a new place. In my mind I have already moved from Banner Elk to Blowing Rock, to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Linville</span>, to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brevard</span> and to Marshall. This year I think I moved to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Burnsville</span> area. We made a drive from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Linville</span> to Hot Springs, through Mars Hill and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Burnsville</span>, and along a beautiful road along a rushing creek (that forks north from Hot Springs) that ended up on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cutshall</span> Town Road. There is some gorgeous land up there. Hot Springs has a beautiful setting; like Marshall, it snuggles up to the French Broad river. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Burnsville</span> has the most scenic town square and courthouse. Its a postcard....unfortunately I don't ever take any pictures in the towns, I don't know why. Instead, here are a few pictures , most taken right off the parkway. 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But hope you all had a Happy Easter. I still seem to find the time to read all my favorite, but no time to post! Meanwhile, the iris are the prettiest this year that I have ever seen....and a few more garden shots.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGuW4abqfFSPTY7e12cE6f5VGrEnrXFGVft2aLwuRjiaVabCEQLGuL-9sJTO_teA2V-1Doc3AiJvasF0Yj2wRZszJI7vmqoZNozlnvFHCF8_p0PnhCumCr5XiNmQyjsXhWMCOgCK2QFO1/s1600/IMG_0844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGuW4abqfFSPTY7e12cE6f5VGrEnrXFGVft2aLwuRjiaVabCEQLGuL-9sJTO_teA2V-1Doc3AiJvasF0Yj2wRZszJI7vmqoZNozlnvFHCF8_p0PnhCumCr5XiNmQyjsXhWMCOgCK2QFO1/s640/IMG_0844.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhkzmGA6QGVBXlCX8iuoWrnW3BygJCj8nOv2eaBTLFE2IGCsTGlZBn58XBsgbZJ38E22Icu-urgiI6Om9rq075kHa-WlTZ6cnH8RCUglbwbDf87xD8qSV3XwP_uk2c0O0Z-Uelm8l2FYS/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhkzmGA6QGVBXlCX8iuoWrnW3BygJCj8nOv2eaBTLFE2IGCsTGlZBn58XBsgbZJ38E22Icu-urgiI6Om9rq075kHa-WlTZ6cnH8RCUglbwbDf87xD8qSV3XwP_uk2c0O0Z-Uelm8l2FYS/s640/IMG_0830.JPG" width="515" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieG-tyrBiHVSBebhhzoO657hzrZJ7MhN9VYX5m9Mc4GR0fEZA7YRnO1B0Py97gHHax9X3fidXzL_fi5spnb5flh8H1Fy6EY-zbpRPSlf4dYGXHzixfLn_OD6WSzwsL6jh5i_S_nnSO_A77/s1600/IMG_0831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieG-tyrBiHVSBebhhzoO657hzrZJ7MhN9VYX5m9Mc4GR0fEZA7YRnO1B0Py97gHHax9X3fidXzL_fi5spnb5flh8H1Fy6EY-zbpRPSlf4dYGXHzixfLn_OD6WSzwsL6jh5i_S_nnSO_A77/s640/IMG_0831.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-89204478215712865892010-12-12T09:46:00.002-06:002010-12-12T09:47:58.877-06:00Most Unusual Ornament<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcidySgVQIbNa8yfUwb159IGMAaXR6zbatIoI2pA4jZQ6tKO4SZojsujNbIvtr4QsVcvtf_8nAG-c7ZatonoKJmB0eeLOxsMUZU2StwFgTt7JmafIPthMZH2pFs-lqFfmWA5w6rMY6SmY0/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcidySgVQIbNa8yfUwb159IGMAaXR6zbatIoI2pA4jZQ6tKO4SZojsujNbIvtr4QsVcvtf_8nAG-c7ZatonoKJmB0eeLOxsMUZU2StwFgTt7JmafIPthMZH2pFs-lqFfmWA5w6rMY6SmY0/s640/IMG_0591.JPG" width="384" /></a></div><br />
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I realized today that like most families, I have a very extensive ornament collection. And each one has a story, each has it's own memory. But I got some whacko ornaments!!!! I never realized how weird some of them are. And probably the oddest is this little dog. This is also my sons favorite and has been since he was 3. Actually I think his grandmother gave it to him as a gift when he was a toddler , because he loves dogs so much. It has a little string between its legs. And you pull the string... <br />
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And he lifts his leg !!!!100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-20696366259926681222010-12-12T09:15:00.001-06:002010-12-12T09:15:30.802-06:00Blessings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64L9W3d_9GjiOHptEpNQp4qhVRB6FBXbe0dBxQZUcTwV0toJkZZk7Fu_c0q_qsevpVNguDEgpVjuFm95e_taQTVidFHlJBoZuxIOEfg4EaCXG3DV3rTNZLupQoyeoR1L31dy0Mya6OXoP/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64L9W3d_9GjiOHptEpNQp4qhVRB6FBXbe0dBxQZUcTwV0toJkZZk7Fu_c0q_qsevpVNguDEgpVjuFm95e_taQTVidFHlJBoZuxIOEfg4EaCXG3DV3rTNZLupQoyeoR1L31dy0Mya6OXoP/s640/IMG_0586.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I think am am a little late this year with the decorating. Just haven't been feeling it for some reason. It gets to be more trouble every year and this time I toyed with the idea of skipping the tree. I thought I might just hang a fresh wreath on the door and maybe some greenery on the mantle and call it a day. I think mainly because no one really cares but me. Everyone is so busy this time of year, got to go to this party and that, decorating their own homes and spending way to much time shopping. My grown son professes he doesn't care if we even have the tree. So I thought this year I might just go without. What stopped me was my fear of I didn't do it this year, that I would probably never go back to it again. And even though my only child is grown, and doesn't really need me anymore; I am not yet ready to give up being the one who"does Christmas" for him. I am the one who put the memories in his head that I hope some day he wants to replicate for his own children. So I have unpacked the memory box, and one by one I hung the memories on the tree. As I hang each one, I have tried to think of someone or thing that brings me joy. Each one is a blessing; and I have some very wonderful blessings!100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-74654855795966505232010-11-28T13:20:00.002-06:002010-11-29T22:04:29.611-06:00Prayers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxtee7qDPKpWTpj9UpR2R5pcrRCA-uzOXRl8a3r774Ys8t0lSEikq9pvrqDtpi7QZfABiMo1kGGgQltrmPb8sJVYoTU1sh6Rbs0teuhiTxs1_aPN8Sjsm6T93GoBx6sIld1wWOML35Fo0/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxtee7qDPKpWTpj9UpR2R5pcrRCA-uzOXRl8a3r774Ys8t0lSEikq9pvrqDtpi7QZfABiMo1kGGgQltrmPb8sJVYoTU1sh6Rbs0teuhiTxs1_aPN8Sjsm6T93GoBx6sIld1wWOML35Fo0/s640/IMG_0473.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I realize Thanksgiving is a non religious holiday. Still, and possibly because of families being together, it is one that causes many moments of prayer, gratitude and thanks. We usually have a really large gathering of people; some are relatives while others are just people we care about and who have merged into our family. There are my immediate family of course, some cousins, some sister in laws, a sitter who cared for one of our elderly parents, and dearest friends. This year our numbers began dwindling the week before Thanksgiving. One dropout was due to a small family spat (which was later resolved and forgotten via phone after dinner). One couple recently learned of the probable illness of the husband; possibly quite serious but still unknown at this point; so they weren’t feeling the dinner table crowd. My niece, the only child of my brother who was lost to suicide 5 years ago, was unable to make the trip because it was her in-laws turn. We missed her and her husband but at least she was with family. And the best of friends, had a more pressing family situation to deal with, a long last minute drive to aid his daughter. All had important reasons for not being able to join us, but they were all missed anyway. So after the family prayer, I said a silent prayer for each; one for health and strength, one to find purpose in her life, a daughter to have an easier road to travel, and more importantly, one that they will all be with us next year. Although they were not at the table, they are still a part of us. Each day, not just Thanksgiving, I need to say more prayers…you never know what the coming year will bring. Hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was a blessed one.100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-91888576362914406032010-10-24T13:25:00.000-05:002010-10-24T13:25:18.470-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2lYetMPzDF_7aW3RjFb_nQvYxCqoVJCHTlgbrryJjXIQ3mOSHwnW1048CDz9ZI0qsueqa9xR1S7rMo6w65llEcT66ovzVcDGfFghqDplmr91lh_1Xihlkug8ZWpWjW7vESnRKL2vtprG/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2lYetMPzDF_7aW3RjFb_nQvYxCqoVJCHTlgbrryJjXIQ3mOSHwnW1048CDz9ZI0qsueqa9xR1S7rMo6w65llEcT66ovzVcDGfFghqDplmr91lh_1Xihlkug8ZWpWjW7vESnRKL2vtprG/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEe-BgnUwDPUb8MDXiNuapxD5J1R3iwQukARJ7fO05BT0HpkMLLd8ibrpnAflHx68y52Vwu_15vsIlc-Xe7n9EYu-tS2s2HmOKyh57D6oqzuCRos1Zt8Y_iXJY002CE_XbhBOfoypIFho1/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEe-BgnUwDPUb8MDXiNuapxD5J1R3iwQukARJ7fO05BT0HpkMLLd8ibrpnAflHx68y52Vwu_15vsIlc-Xe7n9EYu-tS2s2HmOKyh57D6oqzuCRos1Zt8Y_iXJY002CE_XbhBOfoypIFho1/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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Have read from a lot of sources that the leaf color in North Carolina was not spectacular this year. I disagree....I thought they were beautiful! I think there is a slower change this year, each different variety seems to be enjoying it's own time to change colors....therefore there is still a lot of green still mixed in. At least it will make for a longer time of beauty! These were taken Oct 20th, on the parkway, and there is still quite a bit of green!<br />
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Finally finished...my tile job turned out great, but no more house projects for awhile!!!100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-77419144560309700612010-09-22T18:06:00.000-05:002010-09-22T18:06:36.890-05:00Before and After<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIV_SVicarCd2P7wNHC7SSaRv9d3n1r8Rr-U1SWnY7cXw8dBjOtyKeJ7cQn5-EjIHI_mvq5wis7GjeAB152kKaOPFPLsS5GFR0l_FpoHEkpmzpqCM_LdGlKE-cHJEEDrCu1wI7nZ91eYd/s1600/100_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIV_SVicarCd2P7wNHC7SSaRv9d3n1r8Rr-U1SWnY7cXw8dBjOtyKeJ7cQn5-EjIHI_mvq5wis7GjeAB152kKaOPFPLsS5GFR0l_FpoHEkpmzpqCM_LdGlKE-cHJEEDrCu1wI7nZ91eYd/s320/100_0379.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinOUqL3qrRmUnwKrefaj61Ld1Pg9KBE4-rnJbgzccZlDXBzv16o16oEdRfeiYciWgVJWWTXo92_wQ7K_8PF1X5TfeV67HAct8XydV4QYZtH4ZCt63NnMVqh6_6qtiv1zlh7hbtGSR0n9i/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinOUqL3qrRmUnwKrefaj61Ld1Pg9KBE4-rnJbgzccZlDXBzv16o16oEdRfeiYciWgVJWWTXo92_wQ7K_8PF1X5TfeV67HAct8XydV4QYZtH4ZCt63NnMVqh6_6qtiv1zlh7hbtGSR0n9i/s640/IMG_0394.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
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I am starting to think in straight lines.......100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-77223280396710437192010-08-28T10:06:00.000-05:002010-08-28T10:06:03.520-05:00A Butterfly Interlude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQugyzAJ_-xt_R416lL21YVD52SJ_CuNMR3eLW51YfCT3eBtLVqIFgdmsbM9IZHfzMv-HomPr97DUqhQ54YTHJL9_iiDF-JtiHum4Vd5yP7TAMAD8Tk907lqQrEE58aTmXKwFWP7LJItf5/s1600/100_3656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQugyzAJ_-xt_R416lL21YVD52SJ_CuNMR3eLW51YfCT3eBtLVqIFgdmsbM9IZHfzMv-HomPr97DUqhQ54YTHJL9_iiDF-JtiHum4Vd5yP7TAMAD8Tk907lqQrEE58aTmXKwFWP7LJItf5/s640/100_3656.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>My son keeps a small herb garden outside our front door. He harvests his 3 kinds of basil, oregano and 2 parsleys every night for his food of choice; pasta. Usually our herbs are so prolific that we have ridiculous amounts that 50 people could not consume. This year they have been scanty and he has had to ration just to have enough. He came out one day and ALL of his parsley plants were stripped to the stems and the ground. I mean nothing was left. After some searching he found some caterpillars lingering and devouring the final stems and we captured them and but them in a critter cage. Now he wanted to protect his parsley and take them to another location to release. I wanted to see butterflies. And since parsley and I think fennel is mainly all this particular butterfly eats...and we were leaving for the beach in a few hours...I went to the grocery store and bought the largest bunch of parsley I could find,and stuffed it in the cage. I was hoping to see the whole chryssalis (sp?) thing happen but we were out of town and missed it . But we had a critter cage with a few stems left and 5 beautiful swallow tail butterflies. Unfortunately I didn't get a photo if them, but we released them all at once and they were very beautiful! We have started a new crop of parsley; for my son so he make pasta. For me, so I can feed butterflies.100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-10956967986109234032010-08-04T07:14:00.001-05:002010-08-04T07:15:39.381-05:00Getting there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzcT4uy9TD4Jk0l2tC8Pp_myIgjzOoAPDs6U9l47MZnZInRGYvYzN9Xu6Og3ijwaEenj9rkYgbt7sQ_58iIQebflKJMTCcdVL8hyJT-8WpezHFiGossLVKcihD7uGRwxIEA68rU7_mVbs/s1600/down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzcT4uy9TD4Jk0l2tC8Pp_myIgjzOoAPDs6U9l47MZnZInRGYvYzN9Xu6Og3ijwaEenj9rkYgbt7sQ_58iIQebflKJMTCcdVL8hyJT-8WpezHFiGossLVKcihD7uGRwxIEA68rU7_mVbs/s320/down.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Finally the wood is in place on the countertop. It looks so much better than I ever imagined and I am really excited about it. It gives my kitchen that warm comforting feeling instead of cold and modern. I am not a modern kind of girl, more of a farmhouse style stuck with a 80's tacky house. It is getting there, though, just takes a little time, money amd a LOT of elbow grease!. Now I have lots of sanding to do and some finish work and the counter will be done. It has finally reached a point where I can take over and do some of the work, that L has been stuck with the whole time!<br />
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This last shot is a closeup of my favorite knot and grain pattern in the wood.100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-78259149588675652502010-07-21T19:13:00.003-05:002010-09-12T15:56:02.162-05:00Sawdust in My Shoes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXal3LzeaRMzLQlaqtvOlSM8z423Hxn3bxC7Fhsa372mE_tek1Yv2Y8HbhLRzRqXHKeu6Swql2lJTOOlvix2_SygVwvH4UUIwN2tW1mEv1XzRuMNtPpqd4UbowtnD359C_G_LOBClY0Bud/s1600/at+work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXal3LzeaRMzLQlaqtvOlSM8z423Hxn3bxC7Fhsa372mE_tek1Yv2Y8HbhLRzRqXHKeu6Swql2lJTOOlvix2_SygVwvH4UUIwN2tW1mEv1XzRuMNtPpqd4UbowtnD359C_G_LOBClY0Bud/s400/at+work.jpg" width="302" /></a>The hard part is hours and hours of sanding. These aren't your typical boards from the big box home improvement store. This wood is black walnut from a specialty wood store, only they obviously don't think their wood is special enough for a little TLC, as it is rough cut and uneven.<br />
The wood in this photo is really beautiful to me. It has so much movement; the grain seems to ebb and flow downstream. The piles of sawdust look like the sandy shores, waiting for the waves to lap across .<br />
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product; I think the worst is behind us (him), but there is still a little more sanding to go. Soon I will post some updates that will hopefully be the final "after" shots! I am excited !<br />
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I love these hands....100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-62699353673663753102010-07-19T20:11:00.060-05:002010-07-21T19:15:16.960-05:00Love For The Wood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKBeDwBzI0Fv2eMnnBYOAkxtKaxS9NYTsQBgiAisiCLVd5eK5yYXrjlK0YRLEO3m8sxxfy24j6FCdPzU9GE4OG8zFAAF3J7dm5yRHOSUTTIG1yNqNU8BItfAuyvo6pFJgmMki8_PNKTrA/s1600/before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKBeDwBzI0Fv2eMnnBYOAkxtKaxS9NYTsQBgiAisiCLVd5eK5yYXrjlK0YRLEO3m8sxxfy24j6FCdPzU9GE4OG8zFAAF3J7dm5yRHOSUTTIG1yNqNU8BItfAuyvo6pFJgmMki8_PNKTrA/s320/before.jpg" width="296" /></a>Once again, we are deep in a project. We, is a bit of an over statement...I have very little to do with it except the picture in my head. Lucky for me there is a special man in my life who is very talented in many ways, and one happens to be working with wood. You may recall from an earlier post, he made me a beautiful easel, which you can see <a href="http://pats-dryrun.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-ls-gift-to-me-for-my-birthday.html">here</a> . Recently I was lucky enough to finally get rid of my horrific 80's green laminate counter tops. I have hated them from the day I moved into this house, but my budget prevented me from making a change.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFxZKFMUskuto4aIWnJzEncpxmfddg0BIIqlXfBAIvGaTAJYXwX11cuPsln_JMD9cdR7FNu5VlxIikqvnOnNZQE9yS-OBGkWBVZpJ1Ywg2OWwUvI44-FHEFyBVqlNCW9UiDfZtHefroku/s1600/thewood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFxZKFMUskuto4aIWnJzEncpxmfddg0BIIqlXfBAIvGaTAJYXwX11cuPsln_JMD9cdR7FNu5VlxIikqvnOnNZQE9yS-OBGkWBVZpJ1Ywg2OWwUvI44-FHEFyBVqlNCW9UiDfZtHefroku/s320/thewood.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EUEOag9K30uVxUWu6EHCDLO8WmDWk4K_QIf5TAD4BZj6klknyyshx9H_VOIyrfsTDzwelUYnD37xmX6gP7a7W2a3qZK0LFhxnKADqIavOtBS6vif0EiOAsdscyHi2mCjstDsbp6cE4o8/s1600/granite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EUEOag9K30uVxUWu6EHCDLO8WmDWk4K_QIf5TAD4BZj6klknyyshx9H_VOIyrfsTDzwelUYnD37xmX6gP7a7W2a3qZK0LFhxnKADqIavOtBS6vif0EiOAsdscyHi2mCjstDsbp6cE4o8/s200/granite.jpg" width="200" /></a>I finally got my beloved granite countertops...they are very earthy and natural looking to me and I love them. There is bar between my kitchen and living room which didn't make the transformation. Partially because of expense, but also because I didn't want that "kitcheny look" from the living room side. So I got the bright idea to do a wood pub type looking countertop. In my mind we wood buy a few boards, nail them down, sand a little and voila...so simple. Right? On advice of the wood expert, I had my heart set on a walnut; we made a trip north to a specialty wood yard, where you sift through stacks of boards and pick out what you want. It did not look like what I thought, dirty, rough cut, uneven and warped boards.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHShjjsLuxIg6askLqs6NCFVhIn1kY32ZAY95UHa9rvAPZ46Jd1S-XiHnGJbd7mhPR2r26MLgHjxVWuaUVClG6PAJm1VnN5LPde6RG0bxi0Npv16Hp1iLhnqE3RQyYZOXT0-27Zg9MAOC/s1600/thewood2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHShjjsLuxIg6askLqs6NCFVhIn1kY32ZAY95UHa9rvAPZ46Jd1S-XiHnGJbd7mhPR2r26MLgHjxVWuaUVClG6PAJm1VnN5LPde6RG0bxi0Npv16Hp1iLhnqE3RQyYZOXT0-27Zg9MAOC/s320/thewood2.jpg" /></a><br />
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I can't wait to see the finished project; only time will tell if the picture in my head comes to life on my countertop. If I didn't have so much confidence in the carpenter I would be skeptical. But he knows what he is doing and he has some love for the wood. That's what it takes...love for the wood. I have a whole new respect for bygone days when people built every piece individually. It seems labor intensive as well as full of love. Will post update in a day or so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-3421346425747751262010-06-19T10:06:00.000-05:002010-06-19T10:06:48.525-05:00Spring,....come back!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vjNG05fTbE9WYJUu6i2gSX6_a3ZoKl6DSNgqrQPi-aToDjpfZNqlqPxt-4EDN5SD0V2c8ASW5KZ3KcNWeFiGg3nXJgC6xXx_w8jZnnCP2ihoX-lt5gbYSay9mqDXjcZROLpnfp02VK3l/s1600/100_3553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vjNG05fTbE9WYJUu6i2gSX6_a3ZoKl6DSNgqrQPi-aToDjpfZNqlqPxt-4EDN5SD0V2c8ASW5KZ3KcNWeFiGg3nXJgC6xXx_w8jZnnCP2ihoX-lt5gbYSay9mqDXjcZROLpnfp02VK3l/s320/100_3553.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNukKfLkPuzrSIIn4aevuMZSKtzJIhVObSCDSamJiz2m7lABZQEWv7xm2TCWIkAWkEK3RIVlM2yMFRycOUHpdKi-VGDdHJkZwE-ZxMkn9ckzfXya_o2pFtYHyAGsu1nLI6ReqOlVodFn5/s1600/orcone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNukKfLkPuzrSIIn4aevuMZSKtzJIhVObSCDSamJiz2m7lABZQEWv7xm2TCWIkAWkEK3RIVlM2yMFRycOUHpdKi-VGDdHJkZwE-ZxMkn9ckzfXya_o2pFtYHyAGsu1nLI6ReqOlVodFn5/s320/orcone.jpg" /></a>Wait what happened? I turned around and one day it was screen door weather, then it rained a few days, then the nineties arrived with a roar! Now we are besieged with temperatures that linger in the high nineties all day, so hot even the early morning air sucks the breath out of you. The beautiful hydrangeas you see here in the pictures, are now burned around the edges and wilt daily in the sun. The coneflowers seem happy though, and although the leaves and stems are dry and wilty, the flowers bring vivid color to the summer garden. I go through this every year and wonder why? I am not a summer person and never have been. I hate the heat and it brings out the worst in me. It makes me feel bad, mean and ornery. My hair gets dry and frizzy, and the dog continuously drools all over my carpet as he struggles to avoid heat stroke. I check the weather daily in the state of North Carolina and I realize it gets hot there just like every where else. But in the western part, in and near the mountains it seems to always be at least 10 or more degrees cooler than here. yesterday we hit 99, they had a high of 84? Why do I stay here I wonder? What holds me to a city that I was not raised in, that I have never liked and that has nothing here for me or my son. Not saying that I don't like my job and that I didn't meet the love of my life here. But jobs can be found elsewhere. Love can survive a moving van. It isn't as hard as I make it in my head. My worries range from not knowing a soul, to realizing after signing on the dotted line and unpacking that I made a mistake. Selling a house and saying good byes seems like an undaunting mountain of tasks. I know they can each be conquered, one at a time. All this crazy zigzag of thoughts, comes from 30 minutes in the sweltering heat.... cutting and edging the grass. Actually, son cut the grass while I edged. But the years and pounds that I have over him made it much more of a "lets move" moment for me.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmgvEzWT29xrj7xRAXjuUiBZKtNsklfCFw5tEhIhICoooth1at6XYSQp5ixjf9yjYy8zVZbwBGg70-S4aTsQZJHs_W3n7VNpk0SSn5QjDMiawejW8bjn55I-0YyJtVjhFpljtql8UvWG2/s1600/100_3589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmgvEzWT29xrj7xRAXjuUiBZKtNsklfCFw5tEhIhICoooth1at6XYSQp5ixjf9yjYy8zVZbwBGg70-S4aTsQZJHs_W3n7VNpk0SSn5QjDMiawejW8bjn55I-0YyJtVjhFpljtql8UvWG2/s320/100_3589.JPG" /></a></div>So, now just to ponder for a while....move or never cut the grass again?100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494915958890956047.post-7656591366544567292010-06-03T17:41:00.000-05:002010-06-03T17:41:06.345-05:00Where We Land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AvELkV3t3AFz-vGrCAd0vVGkVvlB7NMPvr_XTGjO5fhwDjSbXlzAZYejdFpeyYLSo1wvfDlbOyb8BilKugjhNLb-QUWnfyfEi7fzwkn77gaNu_7a83BII-e3TXgTa-QlNWQKrRg10MeN/s1600/crack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AvELkV3t3AFz-vGrCAd0vVGkVvlB7NMPvr_XTGjO5fhwDjSbXlzAZYejdFpeyYLSo1wvfDlbOyb8BilKugjhNLb-QUWnfyfEi7fzwkn77gaNu_7a83BII-e3TXgTa-QlNWQKrRg10MeN/s400/crack.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Some days, this is how life feels...barely surviving. On the other hand, against all odds, apart from the rest, and with very little nurturing...things just spring forth when and where you least expect it. It always seems like at the last minute, something pops up to save me. Or at the last dollar, an unexpected extra few dollars from an unexpected source. When you think you are all alone in this world, someone makes an unexpected gesture that brightens your day. A small seed is life, no will of its own, but never the less...a life. It had no control over where it landed, where it would call home, or what nourishment it would receive. So it grew out of a crack of concrete, hanging sideways out of a wall. It did the best it could with what it had. It didn't flower, but it lived. it made no excuses for not living in the best neighborhood,or having a large income; it did what it needed to do to survive. It clung to a wall and hung on. Just a seed that stuck in the wall. And grew. And made the best of what it was dealt. Isn't this is how we all survive?100 Thoughts of Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200599373915306830noreply@blogger.com3