So tonight, this happened…
Ben was excited to wrap Colette’s presents — even more so than I’ve seen him when unwrapping his own. Guess that’s the sign of adulthood. That and he hasn’t given me a wish list this year. 🙂
So tonight, this happened…
Ben was excited to wrap Colette’s presents — even more so than I’ve seen him when unwrapping his own. Guess that’s the sign of adulthood. That and he hasn’t given me a wish list this year. 🙂
I posted yesterday about the ice storm that hit the midwest and how I struggled without electricity. Once everything was back to normal, I logged on Facebook to see if anyone was still without power that I could help. I would’ve been happy to loan out a generator to someone in need.
That’s when I noticed a pretty big difference in how our area’s two energy companies handled the outages.
REMC posted regularly (at LEAST every 3 hours… more often most of the time) on Facebook advising their customers how many homes were still without power and how many had already been restored. They shared photos and apologies. They let everyone know they were working as quickly as possible to restore power.
Duke Energy, on the other hand, posted only ONE update. There’s an ice storm; be careful; check on family; we’re working on it. That’s it!
What struck me is that neither are being social as a marketing tactic to attain new customers — you get what you get. I have Duke and can’t choose REMC — therefore; the perception is that REMC truly cares more about the people they serve.
Duke might say they provide a service to their customers where outage statuses can be easily checked. Below is what I found online after being without power for over 8 hours:
Interesting… right? Now I know Duke was working to get power restored as quickly as possible, but as a frustrated (suffering!) customer, I wouldn’t have minded a little encouragement. Thing is… they won’t lose one single customer because they didn’t provide an experience like REMC. You get what you get.
I was so excited when I learned of the forecast for snow last night. What a disappointment when we instead got ice and no fluffy flakes.
I was still awake at 3:00 AM this morning when the power went out. I didn’t get really cold in the night snuggled under covers, and I have a gas fireplace that kicked on at some point. While the fireplace doesn’t keep the bedroom or office toasty, it felt great in the kitchen and living area portion of the house when I rolled out of bed about 8:30 AM. Still no power.
And then… my cell service went to shit. And my phone only had 27% battery life because I always charge it while sleeping. Text messages would go through about 2 per hour, but calls were dropped immediately. I was begging everyone to please notify Duke I was in the dark.
Perry brought me Starbucks and breakfast and Ben showed up a few hours later to do whatever it is you do to electric garage doors to get them open and start my generator. When he left, he said, “I’m outta here. You’re independent now.” Ok…
And then there was LIGHT. And HEAT! And WATER! And INTERNET!! About 8:15 PM everything about life was great again…
…except I still didn’t get the snow I wanted.
While I talk to my brother at least once a day, I hadn’t seen him since… oh my… I’m not sure when the last time we were physically together before yesterday. So when Tammy, my favorite sister-in-law, sent photos she took during our family time, they made me laugh.
Nothing like bonding with family over something you have in common. 🙂
My favorite brother’s birthday was yesterday — celebrated today. What a wonderful time!
Colette and Tammy giggled on the couch watching funny videos and Mom schooled Scott on motorhomes. Perry and I ate lots and Ben and Carl napped. What a party!
As always, Perry was the photographer and didn’t make the photo. (Thanks, Perry!)
Y’all have anyone that does this when told to smile?
I wanted to post this on Facebook to wish my favorite brother a happy birthday with a PS that I told Perry his age. But I was scared of the repercussions.
A wonderful day visiting Perry’s family was only tarnished by road construction EVERYWHERE. The additional hour of drive time had the puppies thinking they were abandoned and would never eat again. But the leaves sure were pretty…
I found the following photo when looking for something else. I sent it to my favorite brother since it’s of him and Dad. He replied to my email, “who is the cute kid with Abraham Lincoln?” 😳
I know the second you start reading this you’ll know I’m old as dirt. Because of that, I might as well start with BACK IN MY DAY…
So… back in MY day, Trick-or-Treat night was always on Halloween — October 31st. I remember years it was so hot that I’d sweat behind that plastic pirate mask — and years it was so cold that the princess wore a winter coat that hid her costume. And yes, there were years it would actually rain.
I guess we were just tough back then (or stupid) because around here, the topic of concern on Facebook is rescheduling Halloween to November 2nd because it’s supposed to rain and be chilly. Some local communities have already rescheduled while others have yet to make a decision. Safety first!
Obviously, parents back in MY day didn’t care about safety! They put us out on the street with masks that you could barely see out of and no one left home until it was DARK! Now, ghouls and goblins start at 6:00 PM and are home by 8:00 PM. (Sunset is around 7:00 PM.)
I wouldn’t care except for the fact that Gracie already has her John Belushi (Blues Brothers) costume.
Have you ever looked around the inside of your own home satisfied with what you see — only to look inside of someone else’s decorated home and decide everything you have looks like crap?
My neighbors to the north moved in a couple years ago. I KNOW what the inside of that house looked like… it was 100 times worse than mine was before renovations. I was inside a few weeks ago and it was AMAZING — floor coverings were amazing, colors.. amazing, cabinets were holy cow amazing, and everything was decorated in muted gray tones with modern decor and… you guessed it — was AMAZING.
I came home and looked around my recently painted, scarcely decorated walls and felt a huge let down. Same house I thought was great an hour before suddenly wasn’t great anymore.
I’ve always liked the color of the brick on this house — but the neighbor’s is likely my least favorite ever.
Today, painters started painting over there (much more quietly than the tree trimmers) and I’m so excited to see it completed. Although jealous, I’m so very happy for them (they are a great family!) — and I know that improvements there only make my property more valuable as well.
I sure hope when they’re finished I don’t suddenly hate the brick on my house. Wouldn’t that be a horrible (and costly) repeat. 🙂
Having lots to do today, it would be nice if everything was simply normal… especially since it’s Monday. But no!
I can understand why one of the trees selected for removal was chosen, but I LOVE mature trees and will miss a couple of the others. All the leaves that require mulching in the fall is a small price to pay for the shade provided in the summer. Still, it makes me happy when the properties on each side of mine are improved. I hear the next project is to have the outside bricks painted. I can’t wait to see it when finished, but I hope painters are quieter than those who cut down trees.
Experts say that although it’s difficult, it is possible to ignore distractions in the work place by breaking tasks down into smaller chunks. It’s also advised to take breaks to help with concentration. I’m breaking down tasks and taking breaks, but I’m not sure any of these experts had huge wood chunks hitting the ground so hard their office would shake.
And that’s when she displays her superior excited face — the best ever worn by a human child!
Mom doesn’t appear to be nearly as thrilled. But me? Tammy didn’t sit in my room and let me talk about flatulence escaping while in Target, but her visit did elicit a pretty big smile on my face anyway…
Tammy can brighten anyone’s day. Even Mom’s! (Caught Tammy by surprise when taking the photo below. Otherwise, I’m sure she would’ve done away with the root beer candy she had hidden in her cheek.) Photobomb courtesy of Dharma. 🙂
It’s been crazy busy around here — book launch, back and mobility related issues with Team Pesky non-neighbors, visiting family members, and more — I’m not sure if I’m coming or going. The main indicator that today is not the same as yesterday is the temperature.
Here in southern Indiana it was above 80 degrees on Wednesday. Today, a mere two days later, we’ll be lucky to see a high of 55 degrees. Pretty happy my fireplace is working because my heating and air guy has yet to show up to install my new furnace and A/C units. And, even better that I like my bedroom cold enough to hang meat.
If I make it 2.5 more hours it’s weekend. My two friends and I are planning to relax until Monday:
My cousin, Celina, has been here for a week from Oklahoma. On her last night before returning home, one cousin increased to two when her sister, Christy, joined us.
One night of going to bed at 5:00 AM turned into TWO nights of going to bed at 5:00 AM and ONE photo taken after a few bottles of wine were consumed.
Both girls were gone before I got out of bed so I sent them the photo above via text message.
I immediately got this reply from Christy (on the left): “WTF do I look like an emoji?“
My great uncle, Theodore E. Hancock (Ted), owned this house before me. He and his wife, Lois, my Grandmother’s sister, purchased this newly built home to be closer to family after having lived in Greenwood for at least 100 years. Ted just LOVED silicone.
We know how much he loved silicone because it’s everywhere in this 80’s house. EVERYWHERE. He squired it behind every bracket on every toilet paper holder and towel rack before placing the screws (making them nearly impossible to replace) and around every window (who needs windows that open anyway?). I would bet money the little old man slept with a silicone gun — and I’ve added 50 pounds of the stuff within trash bags over the past 4 years.
I painted Colette’s room over the weekend and when I moved her bed (an antique that belonged to Ted and I decided to keep), the sucker broke!
Upon close inspection I found… you guessed it… silicone! It was obvious the bed had been broken before because it was repaired with small nails (not screws) and at least a 1/2 tube of silicone — and you can’t fix bed frames with silicone. RIP bed.
There are a bajillion and one reasons that summertime is my favorite time of the year. I’m just going to list my three primary reasons because even if they stood alone, they are enough to make summer the best season:
The burger from Steak n’ Shake was barely ok UNTIL I took off that pathetic excuse for a tomato slice and added a REAL “Carlmator.”
I must enjoy as many of these as I can hold because like summertime, those Carlmators don’t last forever. 🙁
It’s been more than a year since the last brick pillar beside the drive at my house was hit by a car and demolished. The first time, a spider dropped down startling the driver. The last time, I’m pretty sure the dude had consumed too much alcohol.
Yesterday evening, the tree in Ben’s front yard was struck by a car.
Although it started to rain AFTER the accident, the roads were clear and dry beforehand — so I have to wonder what caused the driver to cross into the opposite lane and hit that tree. It’s not like Ben’s house is located on a curvy street or his tree is situated in a blind spot on some country road.
The spider story is a good one because it’s perfectly legal. Drinking or texting would be plausible but might land the driver in some legal trouble. It appears the driver was ok because he didn’t leave the scene by ambulance. He didn’t leave in the back of a police car either so I vote “the spider did it.“
Is my family room so comfy that it induces sleep? Or… was it the homemade Chicken Alfredo I made for dinner that did it?
(Never mind the mirror waiting to be hung because it actually did find a spot on the wall after the snooze.)
Chicken (as in my amazing dinner entree) is a lean protein and contains the amino acid called L-tryptophan. It helps the body produce melatonin… which obviously causes dogs and men to snore.
A friend once shipped me a container of gummy bears that were infused with melatonin. By the time they arrived from Vegas by USPS, they were all melted and stuck together — and when I tried eating a couple before bed, I probably got at least 5 in the melted lump I shoved in my mouth. My friend swears by those lil’ rascals to help him sleep, but they had zero effect on me.
Even chicken and the comfy family room didn’t put me out. I’m seriously becoming my Nanny — the woman who sat up every night… all night… in a chair staring out the window. Reviewing my sleep habits on Fitbit is depressing. 🙁
After the major AC hiccup and temps reaching over 80 degrees inside — and after continued water issues — this weekend couldn’t get here quickly enough.
All well work here is done and the water pressure is amazing. Although we started off a bit cloudy, the water is now clear. Although the Berkey is still used for coffee, drinking and the puppies, (I would use this even if I had city water — check out the benefits), the pressure is strong in the back bathroom even if laundry is running in another part of the house.
The AC unit is patched up and should last until the new unit (and furnace) are in, and the Nest thermostat has already been delivered. I’m ready except for hemorrhaging more money to pay for yet another upgrade. Homeownership is overrated.
The only highlight of the entire week was Colette getting to see Pap-pa Busta for lunch the day before starting 2nd grade.
One more day to relax before starting a new work week that is sure to be 110% better than the last one. Have a fabulous weekend, you guys! 🙂
It’s been so very hot in Indiana the past few days — compounded by the humidity — it’s downright too miserable to do much outside in the afternoons.
Even with a fan in the “three season room” (which is only comfortable for two seasons out of the year), it was still ridiculously warm. Add a dog blanket — as evidenced by the security camera in the photo below — and it’s a miracle I didn’t stroke out.
Back in the olden days (heh), we didn’t resume from summer break until after Labor Day. It’s doubtful that had much to do with no A/C in the building, but even 10-12 years ago I can remember many pukers because of the heat in that yellow tin can that transported them to and from school. I’m assuming some buses have air… but would imagine some still do not.
Many surrounding schools have already started and Colette begins 2nd grade on Thursday. I asked her if she was excited. She said she was, but she was dreading her Dad singing to her to get up every morning. 🙂
For the record, no one ever sang to me on any given school morning.
There are so many house projects going on around here… for example — a new well (that also requires a plumber), painting, new furnace and A/C unit, etc. AND, there are so many work projects going on around here at the same time because the boss/brother leaves tomorrow for a few weeks in Australia only to return to even more confirmed dates. All this leaves little personal time.
It also leaves me going to bed MUCH too late and requires I’m up to start all over again with around 4 hours sleep. Of course, that means I take a nap after I get my belly full after dinner, and then I’m not sleepy at bed time. It’s a cycle that makes me a slacker. I’m guessing you have a similar story and are saying, “Welcome to my world.“
I’ve not been walking every day or doing any exercise other than climbing up and down a ladder holding a paintbrush. I’ve simply GOT to change this.
But not just for me — there’s another slacker around here…
You only get 3 guesses to figure out where I went yesterday.
For a whole bunch of years I worked for a dentist — and also did weekend stints for an oral surgeon in a hospital setting. I KNOW what goes on behind the patient’s back and for certain procedures that tends to make me a bit anxious. But yesterday, an episode of Fixer Upper was on and had me so distracted I didn’t mind being there at all. Matter of fact, I considered asking if I could stay and finish that last 10 minutes of the show. Joanna Gaines still had things to show me.
Took off to Columbus today intending to buy a coffee table (or cocktail table — whatever you prefer to call them) and ended up looking at sofas and chairs. Ben found a pair of chairs he wanted. Good thing they were the wrong color because they were too expensive (and formal looking) for my taste. I didn’t make it home with a coffee table but took a bunch of photos of living room furniture to review to help me decide once I got back. Not sure what I thought was so funny while taking this upcoming photo, but I’m pretty sure I’m about to bust a move and sing The Star Spangled Banner… and I have no clue why Ben looks so grumpy…
I did make it home with a belly full of pho from Pho Shiki. The place has high ratings on Yelp, Trip Advisor and Zomato — it’s rated #16 of 154 restaurants in Columbus — and my bowl of meat soup (pho) was ok I guess.
Pulling into the garage with a belly full of pho and no coffee table, I heard the well pump running like crazy and the tank making high pressure farting noises. Why is it always on a weekend when things break? Here’s to a better day tomorrow… with no water for a shower in the morning.
At about 14 years-old I had braces and my orthodontist was in Louisville. That meant monthly appointments and monthly trips to a city with a visit to the mall. Prior to that, my shopping experiences consisted of JC Penneys in Seymour (located 12 miles north of my home at the time) and the grocery store. It was a big deal to go to the Greentree Mall and eat lunch at Walgreens even though my Mom is one of THOSE shoppers. You know the ones… they hold up every single item up in a store and say, “Do you like this?“
I can’t imagine what I would’ve thought about Ikea at 8 years-old, but Colette thinks it’s great fun.
The display rooms are sort of like playhouses and they have some pretty cool stuff to buy. She came home with a couple stuffed rats, a pillow made from the same material as her beloved stuffed animal, Piggy, and even ate the middle out of some pink dessert shaped like an igloo.
And to think… I was thrilled with a club sandwich from Walgreens!
This week must be Shelley’s week for a practice in patience and how to deal with inconveniences. It’s only Tuesday and so far:
None of these things are a big deal — but are certainly inconveniences. Nothing to get frustrated over… just a practice in rolling with the flow.
It’s sort of like buying groceries in a Mini — just a mini inconvenience. 🙂
I read a comment from a friend of mine on Facebook that said she covers her dog with a blanket when it storms. This friend said it keeps her dog from being afraid of thunder. I thought it was worth a try because we all know if it’s on the Internet it’s true.
Either Gracie is 1000 times more afraid of rain and thunder than her hound — or she lied.
This ole’ girl came out of that thing in half the time it took me to wrap her up.
This right here lasts just as long as the storm does…
Plato said: “The beginning is the most important part of the work.“
Thing is… I have so many things on my ‘to do’ list that I don’t know where to begin. I should mow because rain is in the forecast for the next several days. I need to trim the hedges in the backyard. I have paint for the living room. Gracie stinks and needs a bath. My list goes on and on and I simply don’t know where to start.
My biggest problem is I’m not great on extended projects and there are things you can’t complete in a day. There’s no way I can trim and paint a ceiling and 4 walls in one day — not to mention the carpet needs to be cleaned, windows washed and new curtains hung.
I figure the most important part of my work is coffee — because that’s how everything starts, Plato!
I’m thinking Dharma has the right idea since it’s my day off. Why not just relax in the sunshine, squint from its brightness, and forget everything else?
PS. Happy heavenly birthday to my Dad. June 9, 1929 — August 1, 2004
I snapped a quick photo of Perry as he was pulling the car into the garage. Upon closer inspection, I saw Opal!
If you look really close near the upper left side of the photo under the shrub, you’ll see our resident bunny, Opal. She has babies in a flower near the front door of the house — same place she raises her kits every year.
Just seeing Perry behind the wheel was enough for her to abandon her responsibilities and run for her life to the safety of the neighbor’s property. Perry is oblivious to the terror his driving skills strike in humans and wildlife alike. So don’t tell him.
You can come home now, Opal. 🙂
I am sooo bummed. I found out this morning that I positively can NOT have a pool in my backyard. After paying money down and scheduling the digging to begin on July 6th — and hiring a dude to pull out shrubs to make more room — I now know that as long as I live here the best I’m gonna get is a Wal-mart kiddie pool. The City of Seymour thought running the sewer line right through the middle of my backyard was a wonderful idea.
Tonight, we drove all over town looking for houses that already have a pool or that have a backyard big enough to accommodate one. A drive-by on the one potential dampened my mood even more because it was a wreck in a poor location with no liner in the deteriorating pool… and it was over $200k and not worth sinking another $100k in it. When they say it’s a seller’s market — believe it.
Earlier in the day I went to my dentist’s appointment. When finished, I’ll have paid $3500 there and it’s not like going to the dentist is FUN or anything. And the $20 lottery scratch-off I bought early this morning (before getting hit with all this other stuff and was feeling lucky), was only worth $20.
Because I’m grumpy today and don’t care, I’m going to share a photo of my Mom and me. Taken outside in 95 degree weather — with NO POOL IN SIGHT — she looks a whole lot better than my sweaty self. I swear I look like Quasimodo in this photo… what’s up with that hump on my back anyway?? Sheesh! I sure hope tomorrow is a better day.
My Dharma will eat ANYTHING and EVERYTHING and sometimes, bad things happen when she does. I was awakened this morning to the sound of a puking dog. Yay me!
When I was still in elementary school, my cousin and I spent the weekend with my great aunt, Kak. This much anticipated mini vacation included a trip to the Indiana State Fair. Before bed, I ate about two pounds of potato salad and was soooo very sick the next morning I thought I would die. I still remember the experience almost 50 years later and stay away from mustard potato salad.
Not Dharma! She will eat the nastiest crap (and sometimes it is crap she’s eating!) only to regurgitate it and go right back for more.
That right there is Wormie Worm. Colette made the little dude a house. When she took him from his home for a walk, he fell off her finger and right into a crack where he could not be recovered. Sometimes, bad things happen to worms too.