tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14076606216836376002024-03-15T20:12:26.376-05:00I Got NothingLivin' the life and having some laughs along the way.Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.comBlogger1596125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-33539966446181163432024-02-22T22:51:00.001-06:002024-02-22T22:51:07.584-06:00Evaluation<p>Do you ever get to the end of a day and wonder what you accomplished? That is where I find myself this evening. I can't see anything that looks much different. Maybe that is because the things are not things that are showy. Cleaning that only the one doing it knows it was done. Like cleaning inside the microwave. My DIL gave me this cute thing for Christmas. It is specifically made for cleaning microwaves.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkWFIakNr4vPmdkjCsShvCkONoP5Mgwl6DqZlsj-vcO5tzNhvjcwUUl7U3iIeyj8rxqDYo7hEno8w-4e4eCli_axoZFqrVIQagFqtqk3vG5YZ7Zt2OYZGQNfOpB6lM9rh76a-DRmViX2bJ2UMSFA2vUSyWDLgEkHzDyN548btwsTC1hRdRgZkk6CIpBQTH" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkWFIakNr4vPmdkjCsShvCkONoP5Mgwl6DqZlsj-vcO5tzNhvjcwUUl7U3iIeyj8rxqDYo7hEno8w-4e4eCli_axoZFqrVIQagFqtqk3vG5YZ7Zt2OYZGQNfOpB6lM9rh76a-DRmViX2bJ2UMSFA2vUSyWDLgEkHzDyN548btwsTC1hRdRgZkk6CIpBQTH=w288-h640" width="288" /></a></div>Pour vinegar into her skirt to the vinegar line then water to the water line. Place her in the microwave for 5 minutes. Wipe clean. The contents can be used to brighten the streaked glass cooktop. Remember the contents are hot. I may have forgotten. But the vinegar water combination did leave the cooktop and stove front nice and shiney. As for the lady figure she is as happy as anyone can be with a dress full of vinegar.<p></p><p>The other thing I remembered I did was clean the inside of a grubby coffee carafe. It still needed more scrubbing but that hobbled arm said enough of this for now. So I went to the next easy project.</p><p>The apartment roof had leaked and caused damage in our bedroom. Our maintenance person finished the repair of our bedroom. I told him I would take care of vacuuming the dust from the wall repair. Once completed, I cleaned the dustbuster including washing out the filter. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4J0DNxPqMui7DtC1IS5eyHhTz_vGkAGogwKCdtmjIEuMyu9lRUhDvVyu_h3dtJadDcQe6gJb5V0176YBCsHazaKTr6DiK-ObxHSLiaf0avaCE-mitMGfhR1MNxRncwFgxxk7Q5-JuIs8CrT5oN6VqJzZe52y9Z3LllhzJyvNiWVYjf2A3KqJst2FgUcbv" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4J0DNxPqMui7DtC1IS5eyHhTz_vGkAGogwKCdtmjIEuMyu9lRUhDvVyu_h3dtJadDcQe6gJb5V0176YBCsHazaKTr6DiK-ObxHSLiaf0avaCE-mitMGfhR1MNxRncwFgxxk7Q5-JuIs8CrT5oN6VqJzZe52y9Z3LllhzJyvNiWVYjf2A3KqJst2FgUcbv=w180-h400" width="180" /></a></div>After moving my recliner to a different area of the room I have not had a good place for my mouse. I found an unused photo holder. It has been working good except it would fall off as it was not attached. Today I attached it to the arm of my chair. Problem resolved, zero cost.<div><br /></div><div>I did remember to water the plants. While doing that I thought I would plug in the fountain on the balcony. The height of the water flow told me that the filter need to be cleaned. Hobbled hand said do not be silly. The brain agreed. The brain and hand were still talking when I reached with a wet hand to unplug the fountain. A slight tingle startled me as my hand had touched one of the metal prongs of the fountain plug. I said ouch but no one heard me. No biggie.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB6JbPT1DPK9UpUNDY0n-SI02lGBwHU4j8VZFuJUpY2A5J6emTQ7rjI8IAM3KavEY680U9jZpRhR2x93dHF8BTC_KGWr7j9Sr0_Sod47oFyWmuOKLECymYsGhThE9QoYcV1W5BI0ksycLyx5UpdjWgNUPx0hHbywmx7BYlnMtXPfXRBrOA89NIJVTFLy_z" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB6JbPT1DPK9UpUNDY0n-SI02lGBwHU4j8VZFuJUpY2A5J6emTQ7rjI8IAM3KavEY680U9jZpRhR2x93dHF8BTC_KGWr7j9Sr0_Sod47oFyWmuOKLECymYsGhThE9QoYcV1W5BI0ksycLyx5UpdjWgNUPx0hHbywmx7BYlnMtXPfXRBrOA89NIJVTFLy_z=w640-h288" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The kids were on the playground so I grabbed my phone to get a photo of the fun. It was refreshing to hear their laughter and joy as the ran, climbed, circled, and swung. Returning to the living area, I decided it really was time to sit for awhile. I turned to check the temperature on the little weatherstation. It was dead. I tried to get Google to turn on the accent lights in the kitchen. No response. Great. Hubby entered the room noting he had lost internet. I had already checked the plug for the Google device and weather station. It had no power. I had not gone to check for a tripped breaker. I did ask Hubby to do it. Sure enough, breaker tripped. Guess a breaker tripped when I received the slight tingle.</div><div><br /></div><div>By now it was noon. A bite of lunch for Hubby and me while watching "Gunsmoke". Caught on missed texts. Baby Sis was needing to talk. The dieticians I had contacted about help with proper foods to work with gastric issues wanted to schedule a phone call. Sis and I ruined an hour checking on each other and working out details for an upcoming combo sister time, California cousins visit, and 84th birthday party for Sis #2.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXrmRkSRqMUd_SDHALLRIfZyi0988inftsGcvvBKksmrOYR9-2_KhDz2gCPq3foRVOFfWQDjn2qEV_J0N7XSjp48BKhFidJthX05qqcNO1y_27yXooC2-kEcXPcQaFqsZU4XStxbazL61NSXE4aUeTiMOIcOId9LBbH6nw1pQudLdK5i4sW4w4unlcqX5P" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXrmRkSRqMUd_SDHALLRIfZyi0988inftsGcvvBKksmrOYR9-2_KhDz2gCPq3foRVOFfWQDjn2qEV_J0N7XSjp48BKhFidJthX05qqcNO1y_27yXooC2-kEcXPcQaFqsZU4XStxbazL61NSXE4aUeTiMOIcOId9LBbH6nw1pQudLdK5i4sW4w4unlcqX5P" width="108" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>After further contact with the dietician group the only reason for the phone call was to talk me into purchasing more options. No thanks, I just want the info on the reboot, the two week program. Please, send me the product. All done and I have access to the basic information. FODMAP is what the program is based upon and can be read about <a href="https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/wellness-and-prevention/fodmap-diet-what-you-need-to-know" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I cleaned the bathroom, too. Including the baseboards. Put dinner together. Other things required for just the basic daily living. Ok, did better that I realized.</div><div><br /></div><div>Y'all take care.</div><div>Janice </div><div><p></p></div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-39646959961196295862024-02-19T21:23:00.000-06:002024-02-19T21:23:13.182-06:00Hobbled<p>The finger brace is a real hobbler of my lifestyle. Having to work without the full use of the left hand is an inconvenience for pretty much everything from unloading the dishwasher to dressing. The inconvenience has certainly enhanced my compassion for persons permanently disabled. </p><p>Last evening I reached under the coffee cart to retrieve Bruce, our replacement robot vacuum. It was not there attached to the charger. Checking the app, I found Bruce was disconnected which meant it was not connected to the wifi. As it was almost midnight, I chose not to go on a hide and seek jaunt as Hubby was already asleep.</p><p>When I awoke this morning, the hide and seek game began. With a cane in hand I swiped under every piece of furniture and beds. Hubby was on the balcony doing a Marco Polo visit with his brother. He came in as I was looking one more time. Hubby said he had been looking, also. There was one more place I could check to see if the now totally powerless Bruce could be. A container of holiday decorations were under our bed. Just maybe Bruce had become tangled in between that container and the table leaves stored under there. </p><p></p>I was down on my knees with the cane knocking around under the bed. I finally moved to the head of the bed and sure enough. Wedged between the leaves, decoration box, and wall was a comatose robot vacuum. Bruce was, like me, hobbled. First I tried to use the handle of the cane to retrieve said robot. That was a no go. I finally gave up and stretched out on the floor. It took my entire arm's length to grab the robot. That was the good arm. To avoid further such incidents of hide and seek, I moved the deco box against the wall. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLK3BcMT_9-xOW7xfx_Y_rwFnU3OZSZ1IGHsHedzfiEDJYTyc5nTPKTRUr3rG4VSKTXfrFyKawngK3LhOyMNVM6CsfwH1W0TSzlYklTI4tGgbbsAHDU0ZZ8mPYEyvCaoMPkxb6Rk6WZ5Uwo8MBy1jI095lXKcIF-abbNd1RcpWpQ3G5FyQNaSeaKckeZJ/s2944/20240219_161329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2944" data-original-width="2208" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLK3BcMT_9-xOW7xfx_Y_rwFnU3OZSZ1IGHsHedzfiEDJYTyc5nTPKTRUr3rG4VSKTXfrFyKawngK3LhOyMNVM6CsfwH1W0TSzlYklTI4tGgbbsAHDU0ZZ8mPYEyvCaoMPkxb6Rk6WZ5Uwo8MBy1jI095lXKcIF-abbNd1RcpWpQ3G5FyQNaSeaKckeZJ/s320/20240219_161329.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">The search began because I had approached the robot to clean its dustbin. An hour later the dust bin is clean and ready to go. Bruce is back on his charger. The robot is supposed to be a help. It is 99.9% of the time. With all that stretching, pulling, bending, and such, I skipped any additional exercise for the day. Guess that was the .1% 'help' was getting my out of my recliner for a bit of exercise in spite of my hobbled hand.</div></span></div><p style="text-align: left;">Y'all take care,</p><p>Janice (and Bruce)</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-87491450212495289122024-02-16T10:35:00.002-06:002024-02-16T10:35:14.868-06:00Sprains<p> This will be a short post because of this:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlwb8NsStJxlgL7WJMXSSdzSk6iE4raxw3_OECjoMP_kqPWurVnoDRbcqgmjYOwK4WfN9lMHKzFt1aobTlzAUJCFeFoj5ilNqrAIf-k1avPkdNnX2NnqL3n2OPHp_VvsVBebN7HxPvPAZYtMi8joXd50Z_n3zNkluQHniTS0hkY3EOb4V7UFv5iewTmIj/s4032/20240215_154635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlwb8NsStJxlgL7WJMXSSdzSk6iE4raxw3_OECjoMP_kqPWurVnoDRbcqgmjYOwK4WfN9lMHKzFt1aobTlzAUJCFeFoj5ilNqrAIf-k1avPkdNnX2NnqL3n2OPHp_VvsVBebN7HxPvPAZYtMi8joXd50Z_n3zNkluQHniTS0hkY3EOb4V7UFv5iewTmIj/w640-h288/20240215_154635.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>After catching my ring finger between a concrete planter and a wall, my finger bruised a bit. A couple of days later, I whacked the tof of my hand on the sharp corner of something. On Sunday the finger and surrounding tissues began swelling. Gave it a few days to clear on its own which it did not. Doctor reads x-ray and no broken or chipped bones. Great news. Apparently the tendons and ligaments are rebelling against the abuse. I'll be wearing this splint for a week then see if all pieces/parts are happier. Till then typing is a real challenge.</p><p>Take care,</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-26655677317012137912024-02-13T19:17:00.001-06:002024-02-13T19:17:13.631-06:00Distractions<p>The last four years have presented me with non life threatening physical health issues. Hiatal hernia complications that silently caused damage to my voice box and reignited my childhood asthma. Surgery in the middle of the pandemic repaired the hernia in May 2020. Now, my voice is still not 100% but it is certainly more than a whisper! Very pleased with that. </p><p>Somehow in working to get in 10000 steps a day 4 years ago I irritated my adductor muscle and tendon. The burning, almost constant pain sent me to 6 months of physical therapy in 2022-2023. For the last 18 months I have spent so much time with ice packs and heating pads on the inside of my thighs. But the past month that issue has made a big change. I have been able to do chores requiring climbing a short step ladder with little to no residual discomfort. Well, sure there are the sore muscles as one gets after being inactive over an extended time, otherwise not much discomfort. </p><p>With feeling better I am able to get back to finessing the move in process. Last week I changed the location of my recliner. Sounds simple enough. Unfortunately, the move has me isolated from a power source without adding a length of extension cord. That should not be a big deal but for my 'I hate a spider web of cords". The chairside table has a power center with 2 plugs and 2 usb connections. That covers the now side by side coffee/tea cup warmers and my cell and tablet needs. But, but, but, my laptop, my electric recliner, the table connection to power, my heating pad, and chairside lamp? Every time I look at the temporary cluster of cords I just get a bit overwhelmed to actually come up with an organized solution. So I just sit back down and distract myself with an online puzzle.</p><p>On the very positive side, I have reworked one portion of the 'all the places we've been' walls. Before Christmas we heard a noise of something falling. It took my working on displaying the penguin waddle to find what had happened. A shadow-box collage of 2019's travels hanger had failed. Last week Hubby repaired the hanger. Inside the collage kept having things fall to the bottom of the frame. While it was down I dragged out the hot glue and that should take care of the issue. Even did it to the France trip shadow-box Monte Carlo magnet. </p><p>Once all the shadow boxes were put back together, out came the step ladder. The 2005 Arched Bridges over the Susquehanna River photo painting was unhooked. Let me backup here. We have a gallery hanging system. The system is a 6 ft. metal rail that allows metal rods to be hooked over it. The rods then have spring tension hangers the can slide to any position on the rod. The rods can slide along the long metal rail. This setup allows artwork to be replaced without having to make additional holes in walls. Only the top metal rail is attached with screws. The system can hold several hundred pounds. </p><p>The Arched Bridges picture needed two of the metal rods to be moved to my right. A third rod was relocated to make the tota arrangement to be more evenly spaced. Here is the before with shadow-box on the floor.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyqh8IQDOdgUEFTp9ldtaceDQWPf_Os9tqI0aiVw7aXguU1bXf1BBdonPw2JnZUCc5NEIanxIipY2Cr3jhS9oo-Azmm-DOVctKU1V45vVlYpYTvy6dkO_qsy_SOUcIQ2P5w2PQbQ6WwkIuT1d3kBGZbKVJSrwSI-xXGtF74fQM3ucOH9lOgS6JyOODiKM/s1816/20231215_090027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1237" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyqh8IQDOdgUEFTp9ldtaceDQWPf_Os9tqI0aiVw7aXguU1bXf1BBdonPw2JnZUCc5NEIanxIipY2Cr3jhS9oo-Azmm-DOVctKU1V45vVlYpYTvy6dkO_qsy_SOUcIQ2P5w2PQbQ6WwkIuT1d3kBGZbKVJSrwSI-xXGtF74fQM3ucOH9lOgS6JyOODiKM/w361-h530/20231215_090027.jpg" width="361" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the before photo two rods and two hangers are visible. Pictures were crooked so messing with my slight OCD issue. Hiding behind the chair is the 2019 trips shadow box.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Z-cQeTJTnGpPi6k3UUSw-mzrOQZh330nnHziIPkfuhcc2LFiotRaCmKZlKWy5ClVFmMgczlTr15ZhmjU3DQpZRUocAts7OIrFkGKWXV_HzWJdMYCUmvsLSdECQ0q49eso5KGi4RCaH2dR0u7uiA38TP2jlaRua4VAVqafzs24pZg0auoRAcP2OLeImop/s1816/20240213_180103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1516" data-original-width="1816" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Z-cQeTJTnGpPi6k3UUSw-mzrOQZh330nnHziIPkfuhcc2LFiotRaCmKZlKWy5ClVFmMgczlTr15ZhmjU3DQpZRUocAts7OIrFkGKWXV_HzWJdMYCUmvsLSdECQ0q49eso5KGi4RCaH2dR0u7uiA38TP2jlaRua4VAVqafzs24pZg0auoRAcP2OLeImop/w640-h534/20240213_180103.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The rail from which the rods hang is visible at the top. I like it all better. The trips are loaded from top to bottom starting at the far left rod. Top plate is from our honeymoon. Then the years and trips build from there. Souvenirs are located in the hutch and more out of picture. The plate rack is covered with magnets that I began collecting instead of photos and plates. There is even a shadow-box with lapel pins. Lots of trips, lots of memories.</p><p>Oh, as long as I was up there dealing with all the pictures, etc. I dusted everything. Even Granny Chandler's 70+ years old fan received a through cleaning. These activities along with the rearranged spare closet makes me feel just a bit more at home. Good thing, too. The office left a note it was time to renew our lease. And of course the rent has gone up at our new place. Ugh. Just means fewer trips. That is okay. We had already decided 2024 needs to be a much more stay close to home year.</p><p>Hope reading this bit of days of my life has not been too much of a distraction for you. It has been nice for you to stop by for a bit of a read.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-59079494740053046432024-02-08T21:04:00.005-06:002024-02-08T21:04:57.012-06:00Missed Post<p>One of my "gonna do betters" for the new year was to begin posting more regularly. I missed yesterday for no good reason. I was pretty busy from 7 AM when I first woke. There was a breakfast casserole to be baked for my PEO sisters. Also, 2 dozen mini cupcakes to be refrosted following the upside down tumble. Veggies needed to be added to the assortment I had purchased. I managed to achieve all needed tasks as well as shower and makeup. Even though I think I had to start at every traffic light I made it to my friend's home with time to spare to set out the snacks. Very soon the members began arriving and began the snacking.</p><p>The meeting was like all meetings, blah, blah, motions, blah, minutes, blah, meeting dismissed. Time to get in a few more of the snacks I brought and potty stops. Then came the program. One member's daughter is an artist. The artist spoke of how she came to be an artist after being a nurse for several years. The bulk of the program was her explaining how she is now doing a type of textured acrylic ink painting. She applies a thin coat of joint compound to a canvas and allowed it to dry. She does leave areas uncoated and will sand the dry compound to achieve the desired texture for her painting.</p><p>The painting is done with smaller brushes. The ink once applied is absorbed into the compound so there is no changing after once applied. Ms. Denny has painting as large as 5' x 5' (1.5 m x 1.5 m) one of which is currently on display at a local college. She brought samples from her bird series and sun series. Since I did not take photos during the meeting you can see her work <a href="https://betsydenny.com/">here</a>. The <i>Horns of Greatness</i> was my favorite. If I had several hundred dollars with nothing earmarked for it, it might be hanging in my home. Needless to say, the program was a hit. And so was the breakfast casserole.</p><p>Once my friend's kitchen and living room were mostly back together, I headed home. We had a conference call with our financial person scheduled for around 1:30 PM. When one does not have a ton of $$, conversations of about money are pretty short. Some decisions were made and adjustments as needed. By the time we ate a late lunch it was almost 4 in the afternoon. My brain was disengaged so no blog writing was happening.</p><p>Today Hubby joined a young man for coffee at his home. I took the opportunity to do a bit of rearranging of our living area. Once that was to my satisfaction, I returned to completing the closet rearrangement started earlier in the week. The closet project is really just finishing up the organization from when we first moved in. The closet is complete with room made for several additional storage tubs and Hubby's hobby items. Now to repair the "Oh the places we have been" wall where one photo fell leaving other pictures askew. And then the scanning for DIL, and the license plate, ad infinitum.</p><p>Surely is great to be getting back to my body working as it should. No adductor muscle/tendon pain unless I step the wrong way. Yes, great to be feeling better.</p><p>Y'all take care.</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-91310640924883121402024-02-06T22:47:00.002-06:002024-02-06T22:47:31.491-06:00Shopping<p>Today was a pickup online orders. I was unable to pickup my Target order yesterday. I called last evening and a nice lady put a note to not return the items to stock. Today I arrived at the pickup desk at around 11 AM. Sure enough there was the note. After many minutes of searching in different areas the items were unable to be found in the pickup area. Only option was to shop the store to locate the items. The sweet service lady wished me luck.</p><p>Item one was 3 boxes of mini quiche for a meeting I am co-hosting tomorrow. No mini quiche could be located by me. Fine, I'll make a breakfast casserole, just purchase a dozen eggs to make sure I do not deprive Hubby of his egg supply. Next item is bacon and English muffins, scored both with no problem. Doritos for something salty. Changed mind and purchased mixed nuts. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiv66B4fa6Uyf8OQhluQHW9Om9gYLiqQcxgFHlUL1FG4vZDZUrs5UxR3f7R1sPoC3KbIgcn8iDq4BpHVI5JXPx5asN56yC0eKhWCqTkGJfn4kSX2sqjABIhmkJQMRG_lOQhpBNUbbaYcBZoO7N_EsRDX53D86YrX9ZxPdrOoWKmQXfDQSlVBl_6L9Yld0Vx" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiv66B4fa6Uyf8OQhluQHW9Om9gYLiqQcxgFHlUL1FG4vZDZUrs5UxR3f7R1sPoC3KbIgcn8iDq4BpHVI5JXPx5asN56yC0eKhWCqTkGJfn4kSX2sqjABIhmkJQMRG_lOQhpBNUbbaYcBZoO7N_EsRDX53D86YrX9ZxPdrOoWKmQXfDQSlVBl_6L9Yld0Vx" width="240" /></a></div>Remembering that the protein bars were in short supply time was spent determining which was the most bang for my buck. Two boxes of protein bars (15 gm protein) and one box of apple cinnamon breakfast bars (2 gm protein) added to the basket. Oh, and there are the oranges I meant to have on the original order. Mmmm, Hubby loves those grapes and they are on a marked down price.<p></p><p>I need to supply paper plates, napkins, and serveware for the meeting tomorrow. Well, may as well get the Valentine ones since it is close. Oh, there is something Hubby would like for Valentine. And another. Walking toward the checkout area across the store I found the potted tulips I was wishing for our place. Into the basket. Even though I inspected several bath mats none made it into the cart.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx-A5M0i7owTAAftLSj4tE_sNYdyliR7Ohe7ofVF70NHsRaAYeK2-JPp9sLnbDAKXrXczHbdm5k9_5G8wCoXAhzXge_RDYp4X-008J75Z21MJVYa_a4Ls84Ad8JZTrHnl7JTKEMKccTcIqOaL22j9WavKAfllAyk4J9CceTgun_BBzrrQ6vcBGKrMtqIWU" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="700" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx-A5M0i7owTAAftLSj4tE_sNYdyliR7Ohe7ofVF70NHsRaAYeK2-JPp9sLnbDAKXrXczHbdm5k9_5G8wCoXAhzXge_RDYp4X-008J75Z21MJVYa_a4Ls84Ad8JZTrHnl7JTKEMKccTcIqOaL22j9WavKAfllAyk4J9CceTgun_BBzrrQ6vcBGKrMtqIWU" width="196" /></a></div>My original order was around $35 US. This cart of goodies was $93. At least the pantry is restocked for some items to help Hubby stay in a good A1C range while keeping the weight going in a downward figure. In store shopping is expensive for this impulse buyer.<p></p><p>Stop one sent me back home to unload the refrigerator items. Turned out I was able to carry all but the paper goods and nuts up to the apartment on my arms. (BTW there is no way I could have done that a year ago so great improvement in my adductor issues.) Once the items were sanitized and put away I had about 15 minutes to grab some tea and a sit down. </p><p>Number 2 stop went exactly as planned. Mini valentine decorated cupcakes and veggie tray brought to my car and placed in the hatch back area. Dropped off a few items to Goodwill. Ran the car through the cheap line at the carwash. Now to head to the last stop of the day, Macy's to pickup a new dress that was ordered weeks ago. Managed by luck to park outside the pickup door. All went as planned except a part of the order was cancelled by Macy's due to damage. The refund was to a store card that I had shredded after my order was placed. Now to figure out where the $10+ is. Will deal with customer service on Thursday. Wednesday is full.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLWgBoVdA3M2NbuOVyzMddMybVtFzmQ7UvvjChpjfVArWMnVNgsb_L0K9Ft-LrAvHdaE7hSH_OeDE4wwPgJvYt-OqMe-Q3bfJU85aK1p9JsDGz49liTs8RVGIO1VvwERzzyR4mApl4JZIN75Z_oum33FZpIQpCBwdIIfQiUkpfTqepBMCnlt5OroYiWwN/s4032/20240206_154157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLWgBoVdA3M2NbuOVyzMddMybVtFzmQ7UvvjChpjfVArWMnVNgsb_L0K9Ft-LrAvHdaE7hSH_OeDE4wwPgJvYt-OqMe-Q3bfJU85aK1p9JsDGz49liTs8RVGIO1VvwERzzyR4mApl4JZIN75Z_oum33FZpIQpCBwdIIfQiUkpfTqepBMCnlt5OroYiWwN/s320/20240206_154157.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><p></p><p>Arrived home safely which can be a crap shoot in Austin traffic.. Gathered the three items into a bag and headed for the fourth floor apartment. About 10 feet from the gate to enter the apartment building the bag shifted. Only one thing slipped out of the bag. I sent the hostess a picture of the now no longer lovely cupcakes. Still editable was her answer. The new dress, size 14W is too big. I now have to decide what to do about the dress. If I return the thing the $$ go back on the missing card.<br /></p><p>Oh, well. I was able to work in the extra closet getting things a bit more organized from last year's quick move in. Still another hour or so work for that area that will probably happen on Thursday. Decided it was tie for another tea and a sit down as it was approaching 5 PM. </p><p>Dinner was prepared, eaten, and cleanup started while I began prep on the breakfast casserole. Oops, no grated cheese. Use the sliced cheese. Just one last blip in a day of slips, flips, and misses. That's okay cause I was able to watch those kids play on the equipment.</p><p>Peace, Janice</p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-17304425327031972762024-02-05T18:34:00.001-06:002024-02-05T18:34:14.584-06:00Charter Schools and Children<p>Valor Public School is located next to our new apartment. Valor is a charter school*. The building and temporary buildings held K through 12 grades. For the past 7 months we have been the observing the building of an addition for a high-school with an attached gym. In addition a new playground was put in place. The old one was little more dirt, grass, and a few pieces of equipment.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeu714xAbdPcm7jMurbBJy9KzkA6AqUP5LPPh6Dx0izgi8d8M3jO1Hsqab8Ok2A9T0ldm1fkSlbWW7yQekWGWbKOXF2TPO7rx833kAXVkg6811j4rOVdDIzmj3GcCn1N9qF8B0cIsyhiNw0h407y2k21VjN95CBlTIuT7kh7t5hOCZoErJSi-pUVxNXDmG/s4032/20230613_074749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeu714xAbdPcm7jMurbBJy9KzkA6AqUP5LPPh6Dx0izgi8d8M3jO1Hsqab8Ok2A9T0ldm1fkSlbWW7yQekWGWbKOXF2TPO7rx833kAXVkg6811j4rOVdDIzmj3GcCn1N9qF8B0cIsyhiNw0h407y2k21VjN95CBlTIuT7kh7t5hOCZoErJSi-pUVxNXDmG/w640-h288/20230613_074749.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mid photo is where the old playground area was placed. Little left except rubble on 6/13/23</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Since school started in August, the children have been playing in a narrow strip of private driveway. Once or twice they crossed to the park across the street where we live and had picnics. For the last two months the new playground equipment began arriving in crates. Assembly began in early January. The kids watching the changes as they were passing on the way to schoon on that private street.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2m533TXJO2tFmGCqaqthY4ZSByWZrjyDq_JCx4Z89a0F61Gu0slE071lTvSIDHio-1yZeaCXNCXAmyk7DyScRlEHyzPECgJ_ajcw8LWdyGXrWEbTAuHFlT0NkY8KK7qQeYdg8vyJZdux2C1IdJV9LRTNyr9TEyQ-FMrskV3ezUKeOepkw9ziZd2eB743T/s4032/20231212_104938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2m533TXJO2tFmGCqaqthY4ZSByWZrjyDq_JCx4Z89a0F61Gu0slE071lTvSIDHio-1yZeaCXNCXAmyk7DyScRlEHyzPECgJ_ajcw8LWdyGXrWEbTAuHFlT0NkY8KK7qQeYdg8vyJZdux2C1IdJV9LRTNyr9TEyQ-FMrskV3ezUKeOepkw9ziZd2eB743T/w640-h288/20231212_104938.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Prepping the future playground area. Water retention area had major upgrades as well.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKkHFCCeF6kj0t0gW23fh56XDs98bqQy3UIvEq1IFwi_a4XTPYvDp7G0w8HYuYlHBadAY42cKOHXlKk3cv3EpvHdYMDSOEz-HVglPyIFFY4SxX57Zof4FciqDqo-vXIw2zLYQySpBXw_k5JFXzs6-jZeuNRA9Qboxnp5RHZNCkDNfNfBIpGIqBwCt7023/s4032/20240105_095935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKkHFCCeF6kj0t0gW23fh56XDs98bqQy3UIvEq1IFwi_a4XTPYvDp7G0w8HYuYlHBadAY42cKOHXlKk3cv3EpvHdYMDSOEz-HVglPyIFFY4SxX57Zof4FciqDqo-vXIw2zLYQySpBXw_k5JFXzs6-jZeuNRA9Qboxnp5RHZNCkDNfNfBIpGIqBwCt7023/w640-h288/20240105_095935.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally crates were open and assembly began on January 5, 2024. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>On Sunday February 4 Hubby and I noticed a family on the completed playground. The husband was stringing banners and tying up balloons. As students arrived this morning, horns honked, kids were screaming, and a general state of excitement drifted up to our apartment. I slept through the whole scene. Hubby, who was dreading my procedure today, was a bit aggravated by the noise. He soon recovered from the irritation as the children filled the completed playground at recess. And I failed to get a photo. But here is the silent playground this evening.</div><div><br /></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO9OM4C7q3OFaQqOpV8-Cerzges913ZSA2S_OGIKDJTk3g7Vtad0-mnw5ycE4mUwkW_Yh_hNThWV8HZEHZY5n7e2zIfUHnTlnwoPPNit-qp2PigkhQvpO3yfXtlm1sxgpqX9zMb2r4rtqdiuUdodRfHWtBXNTMYUVWXr6gjWnrkFLim4V-jIQLkhVnoFhb/s4032/20240205_181605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO9OM4C7q3OFaQqOpV8-Cerzges913ZSA2S_OGIKDJTk3g7Vtad0-mnw5ycE4mUwkW_Yh_hNThWV8HZEHZY5n7e2zIfUHnTlnwoPPNit-qp2PigkhQvpO3yfXtlm1sxgpqX9zMb2r4rtqdiuUdodRfHWtBXNTMYUVWXr6gjWnrkFLim4V-jIQLkhVnoFhb/w640-h288/20240205_181605.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Each recess saw every piece of equipment crawling with kids at play. The kids are required to wear uniforms with the girls in plaid, pleated skirts, shorts or leggings required. So all the kids were upside down and all around. I noticed the unique merry go round seemed to be a real favorite. The merry go round is the blue circle nearest the retention pond.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seeing those children at play brought a smile to my face. Watching the joy, remembering the feel of a swing or a slide. But mostly just enjoying watching kids at play. Then, teachers counting heads as the kids lined up to return to the 'lessons'.<br /><p>Hope each of you can enjoy a bit of the fun of recess this week.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice</p><p>*An explanation of charter schools in Texas is: "Charter schools are tuition-free public schools that are open to all students. The State of Texas grants charter schools the flexibility and freedom to meet students' individual needs— and in exchange, holds them to higher standards of academic and financial accountability than traditional school districts." <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=how+is+a+charter+school+different+from+a+public+school&sca_esv=1b4e33befbf8976c&sxsrf=ACQVn0_IAm3QhDv-v_rwu5qA9_Z2rR0fhQ%3A1707175583717&ei=n27BZcP-KoS3qtsP08On4Ao&oq=how+is+a+charter+&gs_lp=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&sclient=gws-wiz-serp#:~:text=Charter%20schools%20are,traditional%20school%20districts." target="_blank">source</a></p></div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-24790288720029039572024-02-04T14:40:00.001-06:002024-02-04T14:40:24.991-06:00UGH<p>Today is prep day. Intestinal check out tomorrow. Ugh. But that nasty drink does not start till 3 PM. The 5 PM four pills and another 32 oz of the drink. No fluids of any kind after 7 PM. Ugh. The process is a little earlier than expected due to the abdominal issues. After the CT scan a week ago, this is the next step. Gathering clues, hopefully the doctor will find what is going on in my old body.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ky5EHtQLJTBAz_CqhbpwV-GTfQukFXonhdBV3T4NF1FcubBkJHK6lD9CszdFhxR7xgjsQgO2pSj8tll_EsIo_KEHL2DjBrb98_mQnGn8-FFK1n3mbyOUtAyofjS2sKZXa6utbC3eNHHLihODb9HZK-1ymFnHNTmlmI7bD4HlD9ybm5gRBuX_bKohM3nJ/s320/IMG_2627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ky5EHtQLJTBAz_CqhbpwV-GTfQukFXonhdBV3T4NF1FcubBkJHK6lD9CszdFhxR7xgjsQgO2pSj8tll_EsIo_KEHL2DjBrb98_mQnGn8-FFK1n3mbyOUtAyofjS2sKZXa6utbC3eNHHLihODb9HZK-1ymFnHNTmlmI7bD4HlD9ybm5gRBuX_bKohM3nJ/s1600/IMG_2627.jpg" width="240" /></a>Now wasn't that a fun paragraph! All the waddle of penguins are put to bed for the year. I did keep out the two penguins Hubby gave me about 25 years ago. Also, Cuddy, a penguin Son and DIL gave me for Christmas four years ago. There is the green penguin from the restaurant's gift shop in Bentonville, Arkansas. That was last year when we attended our granddaughter's college graduation. The weekend was, also, Mother's Day. My green penguin is not lifesize as the one in the photo with my baby Sissy and me.</p><p>The vast majority of my collection were gifts from sisters in my Beta Sigma Phi sorority. Dear friends. The penguin collection, therefore is an assembly of memories. Times spent with ladies that knew me before I was a grandmother. A couple of the members were friends from the plant where I worked for 20+ years. One, Smitty goes back 42 years when I first started working for ACD. My son was only 8 years old. That is a lot of memories.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLgLZ3HbpqIBdDRwuptOCXIVH9GALviKdd5rD3ekaDwJS4_8HcSqZZqbHKgSk2KP52aIrJ4G0s-ANyYxVAJmIquOVMofyRlOueuMmabYqtVLsRhLlbPvxDVJbmHlHAcOXG8lPao16ELdrM-2lDyvJgu0DlBP-N3c7P_M1QiYe57jtHHOEgPoXizAw-3yb/s4032/20230513_144512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLgLZ3HbpqIBdDRwuptOCXIVH9GALviKdd5rD3ekaDwJS4_8HcSqZZqbHKgSk2KP52aIrJ4G0s-ANyYxVAJmIquOVMofyRlOueuMmabYqtVLsRhLlbPvxDVJbmHlHAcOXG8lPao16ELdrM-2lDyvJgu0DlBP-N3c7P_M1QiYe57jtHHOEgPoXizAw-3yb/w480-h640/20230513_144512.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post graduation photo of Son, DIL, Granddaughter, and #3 Grandson</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope you are able to either enjoy some good memories today. Or maybe make a couple of new ones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Janice</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-38421485850307022802024-02-03T17:45:00.000-06:002024-02-03T17:45:03.008-06:00Simply Saturday<p>Thank goodness, no hail overnight. Just some rain. Today we are not moving very fast and it feels good. We did a lot of lifting yesterday so needed to be careful today. Hubby pulled in the furniture pads off the CMax and hung them on the balcony railing. I began the task of putting the roughly 100 + waddle of penguins. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYs-jyKgnmz3Nuzs3rXf0MJiroBunDpQ3CkDgalBBaiM1GADSDmEVSjHucp9JmprFJsKi4BgDsZe4thJX52OZK-3zpgdlCdCc8xRXf28ZZHHNbNno-Tdgs2gnrzgk1fYDS5xaow1GaQ_R72jaE58vkk26jgNE74yAbOHGiN2Ru4CLTF5R4ApTlgz1i75n1/s4032/20231215_085959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYs-jyKgnmz3Nuzs3rXf0MJiroBunDpQ3CkDgalBBaiM1GADSDmEVSjHucp9JmprFJsKi4BgDsZe4thJX52OZK-3zpgdlCdCc8xRXf28ZZHHNbNno-Tdgs2gnrzgk1fYDS5xaow1GaQ_R72jaE58vkk26jgNE74yAbOHGiN2Ru4CLTF5R4ApTlgz1i75n1/w640-h288/20231215_085959.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZjYj3hmhd3iUY9RVT2475-N-0aS0HpJjWCt4aD33dyx9dzYr3V5Q4D0mawRx2XRYlbVxYPUmQPM7lW7WMTlUM6Uz4BxtfvjracGD0yRM0YWie1eYEkK4SYQECrNdxrtYhN9ipUEEGIWkWmLhmQa4xacrwUbtF43mUviJaBlcm2oW7Ix5L6xe3uh37Ff0/s4032/20231215_090027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZjYj3hmhd3iUY9RVT2475-N-0aS0HpJjWCt4aD33dyx9dzYr3V5Q4D0mawRx2XRYlbVxYPUmQPM7lW7WMTlUM6Uz4BxtfvjracGD0yRM0YWie1eYEkK4SYQECrNdxrtYhN9ipUEEGIWkWmLhmQa4xacrwUbtF43mUviJaBlcm2oW7Ix5L6xe3uh37Ff0/w640-h288/20231215_090027.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The hope is that instead of the one 132 L container (35 gallon) I can repack into three smaller containers to reduce the weight of the containers. I am not getting any younger nor stronger so smaller, lighter seems like the way to go. I have already done this resizing to the Christmas and part of the fall decorations. In addition smaller boxes are easier to store under beds, on shelves, etc.</p><p>BTW, a waddle is one of the words used to describe groups of penguins. Other names for a group of penguins include rookery, colony, and huddle. I like waddle since they waddle. Guess I'd best get back to it. The waddle is calling.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-5462865210926488372024-02-02T18:32:00.000-06:002024-02-02T18:32:47.461-06:00Prepping<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqslecsZXhoEjm0oJvXI94JZfmYT74y11xRXvZZg7FdYZGYOnfBYOZ98G64xZ2ZPykwDtbNqEMqfciWVeyMulVh4z2QZdZKYISR5M4gKUgzTISx7Jjlcf8hIJI96fDYJClK971-zVWZ4DDDFpuZK_ELy1f3BIPRg05LMxiaDBIsLMJ8pQ3DPKKR8vWpln-/s4928/IMGP8488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqslecsZXhoEjm0oJvXI94JZfmYT74y11xRXvZZg7FdYZGYOnfBYOZ98G64xZ2ZPykwDtbNqEMqfciWVeyMulVh4z2QZdZKYISR5M4gKUgzTISx7Jjlcf8hIJI96fDYJClK971-zVWZ4DDDFpuZK_ELy1f3BIPRg05LMxiaDBIsLMJ8pQ3DPKKR8vWpln-/s320/IMGP8488.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pings from September storm</td></tr></tbody></table> No, we are not prepping for the national government meltdown. We are prepping for another possible round of hail. As noted in previous posts our area received a devastating hail storm in late September. Our vehicles were no longer in the protection of a parking garage. Both vehicles did get several small pings.<br /></p><p>Today we made an attempt to give the CMax and Jeep a bit of protection. The Jeep hood is covered with a flannel lined vinyl cover we used for years. It is laying in double thickness on the hood with a full cover over the entire body. The CMax is covered on the hood and top with furniture pads. I wanted to put a tarp to try to avoid the pads being completely soaked. Hubby said no. Not worth a fight so wet pads it will be.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZx3N_JmP2pY2CqCgxBcEXV4fpwTwstdSRz4HlODgtlaGVmK-MfcUCjqGc7xCN0nbL5FyWcyG0sPUKE2ZvQ2giAbMkl0_wcnPK6xSTKpqoMlEOfwEIczLUTZTV87Q4svaUQfi99-Ej11u3qUqGHRgCdd6RzfVJz8VAicPVSz5tryTxdOGHeFmUVdRREaD/s4032/20240202_175904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZx3N_JmP2pY2CqCgxBcEXV4fpwTwstdSRz4HlODgtlaGVmK-MfcUCjqGc7xCN0nbL5FyWcyG0sPUKE2ZvQ2giAbMkl0_wcnPK6xSTKpqoMlEOfwEIczLUTZTV87Q4svaUQfi99-Ej11u3qUqGHRgCdd6RzfVJz8VAicPVSz5tryTxdOGHeFmUVdRREaD/w640-h288/20240202_175904.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pad on top of the CMax is the color of the car. Note straps.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>I think if the hail is the size we received in September, we probably are okay. If it is the grapefruit size some of the area received, we are so out of luck.</p><p>That's about it for the Owen Tech crew in north Austin. Y'all take care.</p><p>Janice</p><p><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-53084067321159861022024-02-01T19:06:00.002-06:002024-02-01T19:06:57.616-06:00TBT<p>There are so many things in the world that I have totally missed out on over the years. TBT was something that took me years to discover. Throw back Thursday. Post old pictures or videos is basically what it is about. So here is a bit of a throw back for this Thursday.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_44hHftuM7L-e_Tr-X4GlzG07-IfG6D2hlX1MFv3ZY-BU1mQJ_OpItgLtVCVFUFfnvJznn3iJQYveGL5dWkxXPlrGoCWEaMxPkVXhG7cOUwvwsNhitsnGf2zYsKyY76oTaaOIh5BfG-My9uv6SgH3_FOO9Wfuu7OX2j1fZJc_D8X8F_HYsGshkOC7Gdry/s1080/_Chandler%20grandkids0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="732" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_44hHftuM7L-e_Tr-X4GlzG07-IfG6D2hlX1MFv3ZY-BU1mQJ_OpItgLtVCVFUFfnvJznn3iJQYveGL5dWkxXPlrGoCWEaMxPkVXhG7cOUwvwsNhitsnGf2zYsKyY76oTaaOIh5BfG-My9uv6SgH3_FOO9Wfuu7OX2j1fZJc_D8X8F_HYsGshkOC7Gdry/s16000/_Chandler%20grandkids0002.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p>That is my sweet Aunt Opal holding a months old me in early 1947. Loved her with all my heart. Bet some of you folks have a favorite person in your life. I was blessed with three wonderful aunts and two uncles. There were more uncles but they had grandchildren my age. Aunt Opal, Uncle Clay, and Uncle Bud were in their mid/early 20s and unmarried when I was born. They all spoiled me beyond reason. Aunt Opal always told her daughters I was her first baby.</p><p>Hope you all are having a good day/week.</p><p>Take care,</p><p>Janice</p><p><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-42584836455369679322024-01-28T23:18:00.004-06:002024-01-28T23:18:46.486-06:00Not Quite Quiet<p> Son called this A.M. and asked us to join them for the football game and dinner. Of course we said yes. Until Son's call came we had pretty much just had breakfast and watched some shows on PBS. Around 1:45 we headed out to the Jeep for the short ride to Son's. I usually make sure I use the handicap walkway to avoid steps. The smoothest area is straight ahead of the sidewalk. Hubby chose to take a diagonal route.</p><p>I rounded the back of the neighbor's SUV and had to just run as I watched Hubby tumble to the ground. From nowhere a young, strong man walked over to help Hubby up from the ground/concrete parking area. Hubby was thankful for the young man's help. After retrieving the needed bandages for the large scraped areas on his left wrist we evaluated the full damage.</p><p>No head bump. His right thumb nail was jammed and bleeding. There were three jagged, 3 corner tears to his left wrist but the wrist was working fine otherwise. Wipes with alcohol made Hubby cringe. Two large bandages to his wrist (I forgot the third tear) and one on his thumb had him pretty well fixed. I figure he will be pretty sore on Monday.</p><p>We continued the move toward Son's and Hubby was doing fine. Son had ice packs ready and waiting to help with any swelling. One of the teams we like won. Dinner was eaten. DJ the dog was loved on as long as she wanted. The second came had our least favorite team win. We gathered our stuff and made the drive home. Now we are just resting in our recliners. </p><p>Life holds surprises. May they be good ones or at least not cause serious damage.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-33654412846314723622024-01-26T17:37:00.003-06:002024-01-26T17:46:40.287-06:00What's Your Final Song<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnYwykMYF0mDEzPEoK-FmXERhgyBEc75ByVdRY2WwEcrcHCdaBRiIK-Xyo7B-qzG84bvmXNs17hgXlXIyYeTa9DXsYM-SnenwkNjVYn2DgFuHrzgD5oc0Z_XlCOzgX4A6sSFeBpgHGjaM0Y4ij8cVdtB3FX2JxyE5lrlPwUiXDiEYq8VQxx3KQsmw0iK5/s773/Suzie0002.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnYwykMYF0mDEzPEoK-FmXERhgyBEc75ByVdRY2WwEcrcHCdaBRiIK-Xyo7B-qzG84bvmXNs17hgXlXIyYeTa9DXsYM-SnenwkNjVYn2DgFuHrzgD5oc0Z_XlCOzgX4A6sSFeBpgHGjaM0Y4ij8cVdtB3FX2JxyE5lrlPwUiXDiEYq8VQxx3KQsmw0iK5/s320/Suzie0002.JPG" width="207" /></a></div>These past two weeks have brought sad news to our family yet again. After having a spinal bone marrow test, fears were confirmed for my older sister's husband. They married in January 1957. Sis swears she fell for him the first time she met him on the grade school playground in Chambersville, TX. That was around 1947. You cannot tell by that photo but those locks were auburn red, eyes of blue, and freckles everywhere.<br /><p></p><p>If the news about her husband having mayby 3 years to live was not bad enough her CT scan report came. She has severe spinal stenosis that will require another back surgery. Sis can hardly manage to get into their vehicle due to nerve compression leading to right leg. How will these two manage as BIL is legally blind due to macular degeneration.</p><p>Their daughter lives on the 6 acres near them. She works full time, her husband is battling prostate cancer, and she is helping raise a granddaughter and grandson who live with her. What a load for her. Sister's two sons are not always able to help. One lives almost 3 hours away. The oldest lives close enough to help as his work allows. </p><p>Our, Sis #4 and me, Sis #3, and Niece #2 are concerned about daily meals. Older sister, Sis #2, has alway loved to cook. Now between helping her blind husband and her own pain, her strength is at an all time low. So is her will power. The last few sister times have had her letting down and crying with us two younger (relative to 83) sisters. So far none of the usual food providers service the more rural area where she lives. Sis #4 is working on the situation. Sis #2 is focusing on getting the chemo started for BIL. She wants him to check with OU medical center to see if he is a candidate for a bone marrow transplant. Sis#4 hopes that will cure her husband. Google does not reflect that hope.</p><p>With all these issues going on I was continuing to hang a few more items. One item was a stenciled sign, "Amazing Grace". Hubby said he did not want that sung at his funeral. I told him I wanted "In The Garden" as that was where I spent much time working and conversing with the Creator. He was not sure what song he would want. I immediately thought of "<a href="https://youtu.be/z_wgJ3Yg4v4" target="_blank">Turn Your Radio On</a>". He sets with amateur radios at hand or directly in front of him all his waking hours. I played it for him today and he agreed. </p><p>Working together the issues with Sis #2 and her needs will be weathered. If I know my family we will somehow find the humor in places where we can. Like Mom ending every sentence with .com back in January 2015. Till then, y'all stay safe.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice </p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-27248588641231373262024-01-25T19:27:00.000-06:002024-01-25T19:27:03.888-06:00Hail<p>Last September our area was hit by a serious hail storm. Roofs of all kinds were damaged to the point that total replacement was required. Many vehicles were completely totaled while others had windows broken completely out. Even people driving on the Interstate had the windshields completely destroyed and had to just keep driving with the rain and hail pouring into the vehicle. Softball size hail fell at our grandsons' house. The #3 grandson's vehicle was damaged but not totaled. His step-father's car was totaled. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEohDVQmkJBiSlpZbAeuZm5PQ9VALQq6rhyphenhyphenvOjfMzLZUp4CUy4hWTXwVdTKIxGZQbzdGEdoGe0OAz7J7L9P4neyde0mAuV-VAgif3GCW3DkL3tP6L3l5DQbhrBN0-jOBmSEe9DR-BZhqEbIs7Q3XoJj4VNhEWS1pP-i-EBhx__nnuUEHMG2jFFlFgiwcUw/s2891/IMG_20230924_212525_03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2009" data-original-width="2891" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEohDVQmkJBiSlpZbAeuZm5PQ9VALQq6rhyphenhyphenvOjfMzLZUp4CUy4hWTXwVdTKIxGZQbzdGEdoGe0OAz7J7L9P4neyde0mAuV-VAgif3GCW3DkL3tP6L3l5DQbhrBN0-jOBmSEe9DR-BZhqEbIs7Q3XoJj4VNhEWS1pP-i-EBhx__nnuUEHMG2jFFlFgiwcUw/s320/IMG_20230924_212525_03c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We had much smaller hail at our apartment. The largest was only about 2.5 cm. And they were flat. Some smaller ones were round. Our cars did get some small dings. Nothing serious enough to warrant paying the 1K deductible. <br /><p></p><p>Our area has been in a severe drought for the last 2 years. Our new residence is in a brand new building. With no significant rain since we moved in everything looked great until a few weeks ago. Severe thunderstorms with high winds brought roof faults to the light.</p><p>Water seeped/ran along the wall studs in our bedroom. The water ran behind the paint causing the paint to wrinkle. That is how we noticed the problem. A report was made to the office. Turned out we were not the only ones. When the maintenance supervisor came to evaluate the damage, we discovered other areas in our bedroom where there were leaks. More rain storms over the last few days have caused further evidence of roof issues.</p><p>We know that the folks are working to resolve the issue ASAP. We hear them in the attic, we live on the top floor, working to protect the place. Today he was showing the roofing repairmen around to show where the problem exists. Once the roof is repaired, interior repair will follow.</p><p>The question we have is was the roof faulty from the start? Did the high winds damage it? Maybe a combination of the two. I hope the location of the leak is found and repaired soon. Right now the only damage is to the sheetrock and paint. Do sort of dread the dust from the repair.</p><p>Hope all you out there are doing well. Hopefully I'll be back on the blog more frequently.</p><p>Peace,</p><p>Janice</p><p> </p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-20946576160460853172023-09-09T15:48:00.010-05:002023-09-11T15:39:40.751-05:00Construction<p>Over the last several months we have enjoyed watching an addition to the school next door. I would like to say that not every day has been a joy. For instance the days the parking lot was being jackhammered out of existence was nerve-wracking. There were a few days later on that jackhammers were used to hollow out the bedrock for drainage pipes. Otherwise, the construction has been entertaining and amazing.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In addition to the building, the water retention pond is having to be expanded. More jackhammering of the rock in that area.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5L5GRnwjsxkkb8AGcKfuhW4p1_i8WnSRk-5FxefrxLPWdTa4TqIQHwxRcsHKS7Axhe_4JFrytLGymccyAgfC_8SE8x-40JqGFfl8mmLG0dKMK5PIHYsDKYLCxTh6LxD7eyD0uxATRjBlkthMwhvOTLuGp5Cmt5pMiPP6-sLlf2lQzDWTaQgkLGPc3877P/s4032/20230628_062015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5L5GRnwjsxkkb8AGcKfuhW4p1_i8WnSRk-5FxefrxLPWdTa4TqIQHwxRcsHKS7Axhe_4JFrytLGymccyAgfC_8SE8x-40JqGFfl8mmLG0dKMK5PIHYsDKYLCxTh6LxD7eyD0uxATRjBlkthMwhvOTLuGp5Cmt5pMiPP6-sLlf2lQzDWTaQgkLGPc3877P/w640-h288/20230628_062015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO1Vaek27kotUi8vpPYL_n0fNRG9ol0IDwedKILVnW2EbOISTrcuNQ2hbVQae51MIZvc6KaOYCsspM0NjA5Yh9PYUCaH7iFhcVrGGBuKlCdve7RUp_KfcQhgK2LWLaHFEW05pWTwFsahxmB6aLWohzF3APyELsK_WxUiIGCprFvf4xs8B_shfb_praYtJ/s4032/20230802_171803.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO1Vaek27kotUi8vpPYL_n0fNRG9ol0IDwedKILVnW2EbOISTrcuNQ2hbVQae51MIZvc6KaOYCsspM0NjA5Yh9PYUCaH7iFhcVrGGBuKlCdve7RUp_KfcQhgK2LWLaHFEW05pWTwFsahxmB6aLWohzF3APyELsK_WxUiIGCprFvf4xs8B_shfb_praYtJ/w640-h288/20230802_171803.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The workers have arrived before sunup and work till 4 - 5 o'clock PM. The following photo is a concrete pour for the second floor of the school building. The workers have long, hot days. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8i8jNoCXhTKvZ6hJxO5su9jaoRuC_6CIhpPIgP1bygjo0cg7uyrFtfgmM0NnaOZTk05HzLB3TshirXzjdI6qt4OxWFNophsjTB1yNTukDAo0juxqCQ6p8C589kPRPf4mEuN9wyXK3wl36YGQcpZ2Oa28jk1OmsH7udD1YPcKKRQozGymSzR-SyNdBI7IS/s4928/IMGP7500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8i8jNoCXhTKvZ6hJxO5su9jaoRuC_6CIhpPIgP1bygjo0cg7uyrFtfgmM0NnaOZTk05HzLB3TshirXzjdI6qt4OxWFNophsjTB1yNTukDAo0juxqCQ6p8C589kPRPf4mEuN9wyXK3wl36YGQcpZ2Oa28jk1OmsH7udD1YPcKKRQozGymSzR-SyNdBI7IS/w640-h424/IMGP7500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgJ7OWQ-gnY23tcV3g8j3mlsBbK7uztkTfObmmuE-Z-Qp9Y2hgWiEndv90s-onTW6YPULNQjeOjkW2M0LK34-UNByEmtDvwEUvt_-AILFMVNMQYSvA-Kd5oKjvLK_kmOGF9CvJNHmM7dDRy9PMYl84a3F6BGr73q-xiRkfHsKtLXWXfRSs3sP2KLe1s0d/s4032/20230812_064510.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgJ7OWQ-gnY23tcV3g8j3mlsBbK7uztkTfObmmuE-Z-Qp9Y2hgWiEndv90s-onTW6YPULNQjeOjkW2M0LK34-UNByEmtDvwEUvt_-AILFMVNMQYSvA-Kd5oKjvLK_kmOGF9CvJNHmM7dDRy9PMYl84a3F6BGr73q-xiRkfHsKtLXWXfRSs3sP2KLe1s0d/w640-h288/20230812_064510.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Last evening the weather report included the statistic that weather service has recorded to date 86 days of triple digits so far this year. Some days as high as 110℉, 43.3℃.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTzQiEkYS4-0cl0Tlg9Uc6nvZUR-1BrPSMPSy3M7PYXyqD_ERNpmgUn06Ngzk58yeRvRm8_daV_NV3CCYchXGyhbdWVAb27-5gO7gjZOuy09j4hfkj7eIX5KEanSwzm5NUAbMyKy8WCjAuWIx_30ZraWrNVhQyxT_0oIJT2C53NtddTX1JFaNp2chwon7/s4928/IMGP7530.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTzQiEkYS4-0cl0Tlg9Uc6nvZUR-1BrPSMPSy3M7PYXyqD_ERNpmgUn06Ngzk58yeRvRm8_daV_NV3CCYchXGyhbdWVAb27-5gO7gjZOuy09j4hfkj7eIX5KEanSwzm5NUAbMyKy8WCjAuWIx_30ZraWrNVhQyxT_0oIJT2C53NtddTX1JFaNp2chwon7/w640-h424/IMGP7530.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trenches being cleared brought more piles of rock and dirt. Road ways and driveways were damaged and had to be repaired as the start of school approached.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxrBWQsoXghndAN9N5meCqxbD0uRtbbczGsuy3TvPqZp1h9g0F2MvUkMceeE5DEth9RRqcq6Iuc5kHRBhmQ-8FtSv2zurLb4yEK1_QHfY25VWVtOL3Y4x1uolFmkfIv9sem5Vt74WglgGXVfT6LJVCGQdti6TUOSPfFs3Xv6K4lasq5ntG_mTCCGJfRqa/s4928/IMGP7531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxrBWQsoXghndAN9N5meCqxbD0uRtbbczGsuy3TvPqZp1h9g0F2MvUkMceeE5DEth9RRqcq6Iuc5kHRBhmQ-8FtSv2zurLb4yEK1_QHfY25VWVtOL3Y4x1uolFmkfIv9sem5Vt74WglgGXVfT6LJVCGQdti6TUOSPfFs3Xv6K4lasq5ntG_mTCCGJfRqa/w640-h424/IMGP7531.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvGEqy_J4MUsh-r5cvKr98vYChqiWYQL56pPZ5qA4p538BtY7fyCTUdmt42WwHOfX5wGyHrqiLyW_bjzHIqrkQwbjcPr63JJ3NNSxSUbPSTm9xCZ0s-lUmfbGB13DbhmeFRK-0GhYURpylUStFWdT6sb_raoWUEjEEDhx1xYA1lgM1QElAWpiukI7tCK9/s4928/IMGP7536.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvGEqy_J4MUsh-r5cvKr98vYChqiWYQL56pPZ5qA4p538BtY7fyCTUdmt42WwHOfX5wGyHrqiLyW_bjzHIqrkQwbjcPr63JJ3NNSxSUbPSTm9xCZ0s-lUmfbGB13DbhmeFRK-0GhYURpylUStFWdT6sb_raoWUEjEEDhx1xYA1lgM1QElAWpiukI7tCK9/w640-h424/IMGP7536.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All that digging and jackhammering made more and more piles of dirt and rock.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLnayG7K5TMFu6y06UMuP54kR49K1IGHjYEYSxvEIHCmo6kl7iOng4D9_DbIGfO8lwJszwiIM6H76qrGT5XFIGHv2BJNFGgkqxMHHzSyrsPzLjBiNOFXRyg9kmuLgPR8r8qr7YXFZTwtCvxFwwurcWiYsOlCBjkCCjT03gLozuGlAfE5VpS1waNLm2wE6/s4032/20230803_090233.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="4032" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLnayG7K5TMFu6y06UMuP54kR49K1IGHjYEYSxvEIHCmo6kl7iOng4D9_DbIGfO8lwJszwiIM6H76qrGT5XFIGHv2BJNFGgkqxMHHzSyrsPzLjBiNOFXRyg9kmuLgPR8r8qr7YXFZTwtCvxFwwurcWiYsOlCBjkCCjT03gLozuGlAfE5VpS1waNLm2wE6/w640-h288/20230803_090233.jpg" width="640" /></a><div><br /></div><div>More than just one day empty dump trucks have backed into the worksite and were filled with the debris. A truck would be filled, drive out and another one would back in to be loaded.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapiVSeU5LbdLGWqpz1KE0lmb_EgAPp4_wwJGHhBkAWCF6IdDycFxEPOdu2YTrh5_vV3uRc1byoIssg8nTl1accACJ5uNZoWrDNGP3n3fgVnplvWYMRjz9kUYp0nwB42jojmlTpKGszmxjsXf5X6LoTzkfHONywJ4eo7zrfk0CUJ5XU63YMhbDvUo6jVFF/s4928/IMGP7605.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapiVSeU5LbdLGWqpz1KE0lmb_EgAPp4_wwJGHhBkAWCF6IdDycFxEPOdu2YTrh5_vV3uRc1byoIssg8nTl1accACJ5uNZoWrDNGP3n3fgVnplvWYMRjz9kUYp0nwB42jojmlTpKGszmxjsXf5X6LoTzkfHONywJ4eo7zrfk0CUJ5XU63YMhbDvUo6jVFF/w640-h424/IMGP7605.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">I bet you would believe that it has been a losing battle to keep our place dusted.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsg1K7h8x-kHY6vAdSsnIomyVOOOK9U-rrc0LcT91WkUexJWZup0Yjnv8O2L27V1t3taCPS7CniCb9uIMpIyIFq91JnA0Ad7HMpmoIE43bdWemFmdfIfv4vBVZw5wA1SNEF1RCXi0TEa2D_463UF2fG4-PMtnB-FeyIggwEn8Eh3T8hNWeS2QXtoxFbUl/s4928/IMGP7568.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsg1K7h8x-kHY6vAdSsnIomyVOOOK9U-rrc0LcT91WkUexJWZup0Yjnv8O2L27V1t3taCPS7CniCb9uIMpIyIFq91JnA0Ad7HMpmoIE43bdWemFmdfIfv4vBVZw5wA1SNEF1RCXi0TEa2D_463UF2fG4-PMtnB-FeyIggwEn8Eh3T8hNWeS2QXtoxFbUl/w640-h424/IMGP7568.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">That is enough of this for today. I have more (probably way too many) photos of this whole process.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Y'all all stay safe,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Janice</div></div></div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-87299329620212405832023-09-05T14:36:00.001-05:002023-09-05T14:36:13.683-05:00Handi Work<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRc0F_f9aExVpOqNcmf_T7PAv2XDcXMBy4bFeLT5cAgjdTvs1DcLuMyzVC12E7wwVZ0DLslnMk7x75K913XeRSdYBpBSf-PQ2Lj-8eginyVtTKt9fiuM7DT67nNbs_RInMtrTEg0mvU1uHTiyyiBMwdqV7B46bMRYbfE3xWpIuDEPczqnm5ITM-BNTXtIZ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="299" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRc0F_f9aExVpOqNcmf_T7PAv2XDcXMBy4bFeLT5cAgjdTvs1DcLuMyzVC12E7wwVZ0DLslnMk7x75K913XeRSdYBpBSf-PQ2Lj-8eginyVtTKt9fiuM7DT67nNbs_RInMtrTEg0mvU1uHTiyyiBMwdqV7B46bMRYbfE3xWpIuDEPczqnm5ITM-BNTXtIZ" width="239" /></a></div></div> During the days of my youth I was a member of 4-H Club. Its symbol was a four leaf clover with each frond holding an H. Head, Heart, Hands, and Health. The motto was recited at the beginning of each meeting: <p></p><div style="text-align: left;">As a true 4-H member, I pledge...<br />My head to clearer thinking,<br />My heart to greater loyalty,<br />My hands to larger service,<br />My health to better living<br />for my club, my community,<br />my country and my world.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In our current world we could surely use a few more loyal 4-H's. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgAgCcPHqIvJSNeDwEHuMD8RPJm435cZKhv3H-plTWiPxBmS2-e9a2KoTz2J1ZlcEAK0CgEs4dHPmIIqbCFoKP-Htbw5FIfOUW7QKG_QZ81XUWw5WeUlwhjGLi7g4s4xRFLnGCtj9WoBrxnuKhFtaRTTczV-VeDFLNwNxVOg5ynRsb0zjDmVc5bMB_SkD/s954/scan0004(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="942" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgAgCcPHqIvJSNeDwEHuMD8RPJm435cZKhv3H-plTWiPxBmS2-e9a2KoTz2J1ZlcEAK0CgEs4dHPmIIqbCFoKP-Htbw5FIfOUW7QKG_QZ81XUWw5WeUlwhjGLi7g4s4xRFLnGCtj9WoBrxnuKhFtaRTTczV-VeDFLNwNxVOg5ynRsb0zjDmVc5bMB_SkD/s320/scan0004(2).jpg" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, Connie, Linda, Baby Sis, Beverly. <br />Practicing the Carrot Ring prep at Tessy's. </td></tr></tbody></table>But I digress. During my years in 4-H, which started when I was ten, our leader helped to instilled the values of sewing, cooking, and interaction with others. Her name was Tessy Slate. She had two daughters, Beverly and Connie. Let me point out that girls were, also, encouraged to raise farm animals. I do not remember that any of the girls in my group did much in that direction. There may have been a calf or two. Maybe hatched some chicks and raised them. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I remember most were prepping for county fair and district meets where we displayed our learned skills. As my Mom was a perfectionist and would have me redo any poor quality sewing, I always placed first in sewing competitions. My BFF, Reba Jane, decades later said her mom always thought my mom did my sewing. I assured Reba Jane that all Mom ever did was make me rip out and redo any stitch that was not perfect. </div><p>Never did quite as well in cooking. My one entrance in cooking competition was a sort of carrot, English pea mold served on a milk glass plate. It was not very flavorful or attractive in my opinion. However, the competitions instilled in me an ability to speak publicly without fear. Leadership skills were another outgrowth of participation in the club, county socials, and competitions.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG36TcjIlq8kntqeD0pBuoFp_BpKZzLGFRD2qnhxpl22JJBc1IFk5bbpZsSujY-JLlqFnyfQVlnT-xv5bn3O7BISMtoGIDhkfK1kLUTRCKAlWXAB1ui9shzAxnsPndtL_YaF2-21yxzBCwNkO-1mKA01I7bKZxLrWccAurNIoQh9F-nNmx1aAr84TLaxiJ/s4032/20230831_151429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG36TcjIlq8kntqeD0pBuoFp_BpKZzLGFRD2qnhxpl22JJBc1IFk5bbpZsSujY-JLlqFnyfQVlnT-xv5bn3O7BISMtoGIDhkfK1kLUTRCKAlWXAB1ui9shzAxnsPndtL_YaF2-21yxzBCwNkO-1mKA01I7bKZxLrWccAurNIoQh9F-nNmx1aAr84TLaxiJ/w180-h400/20230831_151429.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>The milk glass plate is in my cupboard. I have backed away from the perfectionist approach to sewing and find it much more enjoyable. Well, so long as the sewing equipment and I get along. One of the main pieces of equipments are my hands. The last few years my <i>hand</i>s have, at times, decided shaking would be fun. My <i>head</i> finds this malfunction a bit of a challenge. While my <i>heart</i> still has the desire to sew especially in service to others my <i>health</i> hinders me at times. I find other ways to be of service to others, a hug, a kind word, or a silly joke.<p></p><p>Last Thursday my hands were calm. I had two new articles of clothing that needing hemming. What pleasure I found doing the simple task of the blind lock hem stitch. That stitch that Mom taught me some 66 years ago. The same stitches that I remember having to rip out as the hem in the brown skirt was bunching between the stitches. After a few tries those stitches were hidden and all laid flat. I modeled the skirt and won first place at the county competition. </p><p>Thanks, Momma for teaching, encouraging in your way, and driving to the competitions. Thanks, Tessy for opening your home and heart to serve a bunch of country kids. Thanks, 4-H organization for instilling such positive values in youth.</p>The work continues:<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK7GTqkjGmTu_s5pZMdEbQWkZX0JIpSz02X9Eg1mR-t7QqcUBraT9MAHfzvI7z_IdQ1e2YozQwveitQLwbFnH384CvvA80lh1oB2mSDG4DqpjWwG7212JBBQz-7O0EeX9__dwCMU96vTQYUXPaANC5_HuXRw5lpqQ4JOQNd2qLDwmckA9XRF80XSou5AKo" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK7GTqkjGmTu_s5pZMdEbQWkZX0JIpSz02X9Eg1mR-t7QqcUBraT9MAHfzvI7z_IdQ1e2YozQwveitQLwbFnH384CvvA80lh1oB2mSDG4DqpjWwG7212JBBQz-7O0EeX9__dwCMU96vTQYUXPaANC5_HuXRw5lpqQ4JOQNd2qLDwmckA9XRF80XSou5AKo=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Braunfels River Roundup, June 2023.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Y'all all be good 4-H'ers in our world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Janice</div><p><br /></p></div>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-24436441056251243082023-08-18T19:11:00.000-05:002023-08-18T19:11:06.405-05:00BFFs Visit<p> Two years ago my childhood BFF died. Cancer took her in less than two months. Since we usually only spoke on birthdays and on election nights I did not know of her dire situation until she had passed. Even though we we seldom in contact, we just knew the other one was there. Reba even said once that there were no friends like old friends. You knew them deeply enough to just pick up like no time had passed. It may have helped that we shared some common DNA. Her grandmother and my grandfather were siblings.</p><p>During a visit several years ago, she talked about a time she served on a jury. She told how she struggled with having that much power over another person's life. If voted guilty, the person would lose ten years of their life. She shared that the night before the jury was to make a decision she cried and prayed for hours on end. That is just how serious she took being the hands and feet of Jesus.</p><p>A few nights ago I had a 'visit' from Reba. It seemed I dreamed about her all night long. Nothing exciting, just catching up and remembering. Well, at least that is the best I remember about the dream. I left me with feelings of yearning. Yearning to be young? No really. Just yearning to have her still alive. To have that person, the only person that knew me. The good and the bad. The fun and the sadness. As I said shortly after her death, she took a part of my childhood with her. I miss Reba.</p><div style="text-align: center;">steeped in faith</div><div style="text-align: center;">a light in the darkness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reba Jane</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMW7bImS0Znoxq3HOiJjZh_QbBXGRZ5IL883Q8fNzFOnfvEv6Q70Zch2EthlGx4I0-dtTLl0n2n5rkYu0ZtfcUmAm8oK_i6M4vnBs1wudpE-Jd0FWRIXwnOis8IYlrMLk3lXaz6RFZc88wBR6WsOSUC-QmAmbkPPGt_4GTnfgb_e0wEEspjpU_fvBN5t0/s2783/IMGP2602%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2262" data-original-width="2783" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMW7bImS0Znoxq3HOiJjZh_QbBXGRZ5IL883Q8fNzFOnfvEv6Q70Zch2EthlGx4I0-dtTLl0n2n5rkYu0ZtfcUmAm8oK_i6M4vnBs1wudpE-Jd0FWRIXwnOis8IYlrMLk3lXaz6RFZc88wBR6WsOSUC-QmAmbkPPGt_4GTnfgb_e0wEEspjpU_fvBN5t0/w463-h377/IMGP2602%20(2).JPG" width="463" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our last times together celebrating my 50th wedding anniversary. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF8ftZVnyJObQRDkUQ1tM3oLWACxAmtawYz8V0SRbkt27NJ7K8U8N3ibfFTnLrQuCM3erQicsXZWZuuVZ8ckdXeW9DaTiHufIsDLjyDwa_p6CvPgTyqfq3zOnd093_NRpHO-0251bp_KxykQDp3MVrmNtEWD-oUtcMII7XOoWOXSZNMMPJIGqiBpqQg33/s11988/Scan330002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9588" data-original-width="11988" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF8ftZVnyJObQRDkUQ1tM3oLWACxAmtawYz8V0SRbkt27NJ7K8U8N3ibfFTnLrQuCM3erQicsXZWZuuVZ8ckdXeW9DaTiHufIsDLjyDwa_p6CvPgTyqfq3zOnd093_NRpHO-0251bp_KxykQDp3MVrmNtEWD-oUtcMII7XOoWOXSZNMMPJIGqiBpqQg33/w445-h356/Scan330002.jpg" width="445" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lady with the hat is Reba, my bridesmaid.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Y'all stay cool,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-5146590950336821382023-08-05T21:17:00.004-05:002023-08-05T21:17:47.607-05:00Our Change of Address Notice<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjNYQsWUnMIOa6kBs9ipT4qv-jd_he2IFo7gRusXuuHPqTbd4HA_btEHx3uaV0h5eaa_C6W1e75b0nQPdPCizQC4mX3RUF3QOPoaDVkAEyYTwJ4jndnq0E2N_UQQomUTO_T4_J9VqWp87DkGFDKYCqa9K-DuJN5AHp-GhXyPoJHvudz8HlnvtDyQwGjdV/s1143/image008.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1143" data-original-width="700" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjNYQsWUnMIOa6kBs9ipT4qv-jd_he2IFo7gRusXuuHPqTbd4HA_btEHx3uaV0h5eaa_C6W1e75b0nQPdPCizQC4mX3RUF3QOPoaDVkAEyYTwJ4jndnq0E2N_UQQomUTO_T4_J9VqWp87DkGFDKYCqa9K-DuJN5AHp-GhXyPoJHvudz8HlnvtDyQwGjdV/w245-h400/image008.png" width="245" /></a></div><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Merry
Fourth and Happy Christmas?</span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Our
reason for not sending cards we must confess.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The
end of 2022 was a confusing mess!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Prepping
to move we failed to remember<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Christmas
Greetings are sent early in December.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">With
our over-ripe ages of 82 and 76<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Seasons’
greetings were just out of the mix!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">We
worked sorting our stuff in stacks of three.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Those
were the only boxes under our tree!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARCVLhqA0cvXccbG9ppLvLBods3df2kOPsuXR9xswiO0nQWXpMF1JmCc0ShztnTLt4nJqrOUgWq5cR4imtccKAjeEJ5_39ms2cC7cT9k0MLWSNAMtbpHTOdb6-ozjf2Z2js2VFTXxC-hNqSt-SVnyvH8b8JULus5zfCEaMU_hPAyfk8tlVjqr1BA-id19/s1280/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="853" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARCVLhqA0cvXccbG9ppLvLBods3df2kOPsuXR9xswiO0nQWXpMF1JmCc0ShztnTLt4nJqrOUgWq5cR4imtccKAjeEJ5_39ms2cC7cT9k0MLWSNAMtbpHTOdb6-ozjf2Z2js2VFTXxC-hNqSt-SVnyvH8b8JULus5zfCEaMU_hPAyfk8tlVjqr1BA-id19/s320/image002.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One
stack had family heirlooms we wanted to share.<br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">(Honestly,
just needed to get them out of our hair!)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Another
stack caused at least ten trips to Goodwill<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The
third stack just went to Round Rock’s landfill.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Things
were lost like our brand-new bed pillows.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A
backpack the where abouts only God knows.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">March
7, we lay in our bed full of exhaustion<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now
at 14011 Owen Tech Blvd. #2422 in Austin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXkW-DgDucdEQq_dAQZ4g-EzuW6SYQdcgWfq4asNo129YG7TSuY7QsyP4Sr9oL-MgtGlygLpIQmuUX8N3vjxMhN8vuWS6mGLQxZH5Vr3Ebjd_0ioOLYfmO66WXUm46Ib-_pWELDm-3ePYb3O3IA7Kk5oKxWVAAjM3FD4ywwCVZZwv0-M9saObVSd62Va5/s484/image007.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="484" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXkW-DgDucdEQq_dAQZ4g-EzuW6SYQdcgWfq4asNo129YG7TSuY7QsyP4Sr9oL-MgtGlygLpIQmuUX8N3vjxMhN8vuWS6mGLQxZH5Vr3Ebjd_0ioOLYfmO66WXUm46Ib-_pWELDm-3ePYb3O3IA7Kk5oKxWVAAjM3FD4ywwCVZZwv0-M9saObVSd62Va5/w262-h262/image007.png" width="262" /></a></div><br />That
zip code is new here at Heritage Estates.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">To
get your cards, please, add 78728.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">With
this information our greetings we send.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Wishing
you joy and firecrackers till 2023’s end.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Candara",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Love
to all and too all a good night?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt;">We
seem to still be very confused</span><span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt;">; )</span></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-19548707546932605802023-07-18T18:15:00.002-05:002023-07-18T18:15:11.980-05:00Sunday Dinner<p>This past weekend I texted Son to see if he would like to come over for a meal. After checking schedules, Son said yes to Sunday noon, lunch. Our DIL was on a girls' weekend with friends so it would just be him. Oops, I had anticipated 4 -5 people and ordered supplies which turned into more than needed. But leftovers made for an easy meal for Monday. </p><p>Once the invite was accepted, Hubby and I had a discussion about the use of lunch and dinner. Neither of us called the noon meal lunch other than at school. The noon meal was dinner. The evening meal was supper. Maybe this is a rural thing as we both have parents from rural backgrounds. That dinner thing has confused folks a time or two when invited for dinner. The ask for the time and we say something like around noon.</p><p>The noon meal on Sundays was always a big deal in our cultures. Extended family would gather at either the grandparents or parents homes. It might be the only day that meat was served. Often the meat was fried in my home. Well, except when it was ham or meatloaf. Potatoes were mostly mashed but would occasionally be scalloped. Baked potatoes were not a thing one cooked in quantities. New potatoes from the garden were only about on inch in diameter. These were cooked then coated in a creamy sauce. Yummers!!!!!</p><p>During summer months my Mom often would serve fresh blackeyed peas, snaps of immature peas filled half the pot with the remaining being shelled peas. Nothing at all like the dried peas. Totally different taste. With the blackeyed peas there was usually fried okra. Again, not like the okra in the freezer section these days. Mom just tossed the okra in a dry flour and cornmeal mixture. Good stuff! The memory makes my mouth water. </p><p>Whatever one calls the evening meal, it is that time of day right now. Salad, steak, spuds, and a drink should fill the empty corners of our tummies. </p><p>Take care,</p><p>Janice</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXoaeJ_VOoSofFMXQre_ESbr_iBRfLiUWzeSrUSx7t34LcWxBKxFKVHIHp4_lrG6pfY3txj-2N72XfTZB5_b2hF8MXozgB53a2Yecx2ZU-EMuDj4fMLMEmPnh2nE9EgTuCp-ojm_eV8TRz59eRdrOugBr8w9xV43K-yP3c7rXQ7UvzXSV78G62vcvlaT7/s1710/Christmas%20past0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="1710" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXoaeJ_VOoSofFMXQre_ESbr_iBRfLiUWzeSrUSx7t34LcWxBKxFKVHIHp4_lrG6pfY3txj-2N72XfTZB5_b2hF8MXozgB53a2Yecx2ZU-EMuDj4fMLMEmPnh2nE9EgTuCp-ojm_eV8TRz59eRdrOugBr8w9xV43K-yP3c7rXQ7UvzXSV78G62vcvlaT7/w640-h432/Christmas%20past0267.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-85067174646758593172023-05-08T22:08:00.004-05:002023-05-08T22:08:51.683-05:00Mellow Monday<p>The weekend saw several hours spent transferring all the relevant photos and documents from my cell to my computer. My cell purchased in 2019 had 16 G memory. I had added additional memory with a 125 G sd card. The setup never performed as well as I had hoped. Recently the battery was lasting only a few hours. It was time to upgrade. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of storage space for all the apps that seem to be what all businesses are using these days.</p><p>During the time I was shopping for the new(ish) phone, I noticed the Consumer Cellular noted I needed a new, upgraded sim card, too. The sim card came today as well as the phone case. The new phone, a refurbished Samsung 21, had arrived a few days ago. Right now I am working to get the new card activated. I may need some potato chips to make it easier! Yes, I am a stress eater. And, no, the 'simple' activation did no work. </p><p>Tried the online help and at this time of day no one is in the office. So, I'll call tomorrow!</p><p>Y'all have a good day and stay safe. </p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-85321458050143139122023-04-28T20:52:00.001-05:002023-04-28T20:52:40.048-05:00Finally Friday<p>A report from the follies of us. We have made it through another day without a disaster. Undercounter lights fully installed. Above cabinet lights and decorations are mostly in place. The smart plug has a code on the back to help add it to Google home. That is on top of the cabinets. So one more trip up the step ladder to get that scanned. I'll swap the light's place at that time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ3kMwL6kRYbxgp1qnkI3uL6UUH2Ig7ek3_7a-Hzik5LPmb8DfqwZUi178_-20GOpoKqbLEYVlMpYFJlRONgkAhvasSlmVt1b_1Eq77hg-rIwzc_mrZHzDTaldX3S2kgdvg2JJbIfsm3pnR_MQlg-lTpgAu9p6ZfSTpqfMiACLz3vWJvn55jcvtMbqQ/s2592/IMG_20230428_202928454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ3kMwL6kRYbxgp1qnkI3uL6UUH2Ig7ek3_7a-Hzik5LPmb8DfqwZUi178_-20GOpoKqbLEYVlMpYFJlRONgkAhvasSlmVt1b_1Eq77hg-rIwzc_mrZHzDTaldX3S2kgdvg2JJbIfsm3pnR_MQlg-lTpgAu9p6ZfSTpqfMiACLz3vWJvn55jcvtMbqQ/w640-h480/IMG_20230428_202928454.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>More and more of the counter top is being emptied of the little projects. The guest bath closet was organized yesterday. That allowed me to clear out a large amount of the items in the utility closet, also. That is what settling in is about, it is getting things in a place that makes sense for our lifestyle. Not the lifestyle of the rich and famous but old and what is our life ahead. Will I really maybe paint a bit again? Will we maybe go camping sort of again? Who knows but we can have a few things in place in case we decide do more than sit at home.</p><p>This place is starting to feel like home as familiar things start appearing. Two of the smart plugs still are mad at me but I just don't care. They have no idea what they are missing. We have not found Hubby's backpack. It is lost. Along with his earbuds. Lord only knows what else was in the bag. Does not matter. It's just stuff. Hubby is still here and that is all that matters.</p><p>I have cooked meals two nights in a row. That tells you how much we have accomplished. I need to do laundry tomorrow. That will take up about 4 hours of sitting in the laundry room. Hubby is sort of encouraging me to go ahead and get a washer and dryer. We'll see. Right now I do not want to have to think that much.</p><p>Other than the fact that we have been having thunderstorms every few days not much news from Austin. Y'all take care.</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-72901502037223869772023-04-25T19:48:00.000-05:002023-04-25T19:48:32.596-05:00Tuesday Two Step<p>After all the excitement on Saturday with the TV falling over on Hubby, we have stayed pretty low key. Have temporarily put some lights up in the utility closet. I may have used clothes pins to attach to the wire shelving... It works and now we can see what we are digging for in the little freezer. That really helps. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXIuqukPPJVwXR-_9O0U_AoXBFnJfLZeoLRjltYaf2SVIKlta8UqhPbIZtNPNqXbhzVnmrj0WaaMTvxj4Yeigwgma78qWtjh1u1yaXAKB293z5fziu0aMu-HTvhChooG9SUByVjVhAomTVLeMl0-Lf0AG6ZsN-NJfanFAyOULv8Ma_jWRiWIMZxwBWw/s3264/IMG_20230425_185119981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXIuqukPPJVwXR-_9O0U_AoXBFnJfLZeoLRjltYaf2SVIKlta8UqhPbIZtNPNqXbhzVnmrj0WaaMTvxj4Yeigwgma78qWtjh1u1yaXAKB293z5fziu0aMu-HTvhChooG9SUByVjVhAomTVLeMl0-Lf0AG6ZsN-NJfanFAyOULv8Ma_jWRiWIMZxwBWw/w640-h360/IMG_20230425_185119981.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Under cabinet lights are about ready to be installed in the kitchen area. Having to get a slightly longer USB-c to USB -c connector that will arrive on Thursday. The new switch for the Dyson vacuum has been delayed at the Kyle, TX, Amazon distribution center. The last package that was delayed from that center never showed up at our place. Just checked orders and two additional orders are at our mailbox hub. Guess I may have to get out after a bit and go get those things before someone decides to send them back!</p><p>Today was grocery pickup day. The online ordering, adding as Hubby and I remember items, and the simplicity of picking up the items is so helpful. With our being in an apartment, there is no parking in the garage, opening a door and being in our home. This particular apartment is on the fourth floor at the end of the hall away from the elevator. Of course, stairs are just a few steps away but, no. That is not going to happen no matter how many people 15 and 20 years younger tell us it would be better for our health. I personally think the falling risk is greater than the health benefits.</p><p>Digressing from the requirements of getting groceries from our car to the apartment. We park almost directly below our apartment. While having a winch assembly might seem like a nice shortcut, it would probably be about as useful as climbing 4 flights of stairs with groceries. Our handy little cart shown here in the hall utility room is used to transport the plastic tubs with lids to the car. All get loaded into the car and travel the .75 mile to the grocery store. Paper bags of groceries are placed in the tubs, return to apartment, cover tubs, load onto the cart, and return to the 4th floor via the elevator.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HHwRDdcxPAUGlHSVjkKafJYh6fk2ZshBI1-oM2hAVoB4kd_AjnziBcYLiir4ryRcoaF0JMEkAKPi2W8MnPFBv-0MxPaw4ro9vaEysSpb1Tuddal_lNr9s-tprnYyW-Z-kaxpnqveDL71jzXAO4ecLu9HXtOGU9wUiKG1XI7M8x1wCEtsDweGZLPl7Q/s2048/IMG_20230425_185147326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="2048" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HHwRDdcxPAUGlHSVjkKafJYh6fk2ZshBI1-oM2hAVoB4kd_AjnziBcYLiir4ryRcoaF0JMEkAKPi2W8MnPFBv-0MxPaw4ro9vaEysSpb1Tuddal_lNr9s-tprnYyW-Z-kaxpnqveDL71jzXAO4ecLu9HXtOGU9wUiKG1XI7M8x1wCEtsDweGZLPl7Q/w640-h286/IMG_20230425_185147326.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The distance is a bit further than in our previous apartment. We, also, do not have cover when we are loading and unloading the car. That was the one thing we miss, covered parking. We will get over it. The distance to get into the building is only about 30 steps so we never get too soaked. Anyway, that is some of what apartment life is being like for us.</p><p>I have snapped a few photos of the main part of our apartment. Of course Hubby might disagree as I have not included photos of his ham shack/guest bedroom. I apologize for the blurry as my hands are a bit shaky tonight. Just another of some of the new little challenges.</p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4Y0LncmVi41zcqtLiLbFyjWXtJR2l0N9a_ytzSdwMlkN1EazwpqEfZ1VbjsD3l2GbUClBFE_nYMESYfSMna4T7QRMTU3Y7jJTg6uJgWur0Dp36Zs5_FESqda9xKsFdZ1DA3K_kLKBwq2cdgy567qOlkvUwTV67_Pu9NWP-bHVUsYD2FsM12pB__ddw/s3264/IMG_20230425_184915799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4Y0LncmVi41zcqtLiLbFyjWXtJR2l0N9a_ytzSdwMlkN1EazwpqEfZ1VbjsD3l2GbUClBFE_nYMESYfSMna4T7QRMTU3Y7jJTg6uJgWur0Dp36Zs5_FESqda9xKsFdZ1DA3K_kLKBwq2cdgy567qOlkvUwTV67_Pu9NWP-bHVUsYD2FsM12pB__ddw/w360-h640/IMG_20230425_184915799.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entry hall, ham shack to the right. Another Goodwill box.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFMLxBs5pW2DjxFsP-JUV3ckF2s1IdD_4yB4k8fV3enCz6Jti5-lpqM4eZzcipB_Dk3k-GjYDddPsb_hD0srfmoFYkSLuZPL26nziLzETB_qUacb2nhy-zb749SIS04mDbEKxsNBQnxKPRFTlbwC8j9FcsEgp3U5qe03HsZ1u2u_X-j9kuex_7hDDkQ/s3264/IMG_20230425_185004118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFMLxBs5pW2DjxFsP-JUV3ckF2s1IdD_4yB4k8fV3enCz6Jti5-lpqM4eZzcipB_Dk3k-GjYDddPsb_hD0srfmoFYkSLuZPL26nziLzETB_qUacb2nhy-zb749SIS04mDbEKxsNBQnxKPRFTlbwC8j9FcsEgp3U5qe03HsZ1u2u_X-j9kuex_7hDDkQ/w640-h360/IMG_20230425_185004118.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Living area with clutter of projects on kitchen cabinet. Will they ever all get done?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRG9vZMw8A84nIINlPr69YhL0JDsTGx5nzICes1xZ4Fuy7dvQ6aB1ijkDyfsdzNBRm9-VniFOUoPUlvZ8kuM7JUpy31SZmOeiMuWSLqq6CDKbbuQnNf3fV3at_v518uIZinBVPFXVIqvtU1M4533H1zKWqMqFYSnT4uU--2L-tAHTfCGkkD0K5fT_UXQ/s3264/IMG_20230425_185027144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRG9vZMw8A84nIINlPr69YhL0JDsTGx5nzICes1xZ4Fuy7dvQ6aB1ijkDyfsdzNBRm9-VniFOUoPUlvZ8kuM7JUpy31SZmOeiMuWSLqq6CDKbbuQnNf3fV3at_v518uIZinBVPFXVIqvtU1M4533H1zKWqMqFYSnT4uU--2L-tAHTfCGkkD0K5fT_UXQ/w640-h360/IMG_20230425_185027144.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dining area with Hubby making apple butter. That will be good! Our bedroom door at left.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyf7bocOAd4fsDkVxrQ36u2_3JsGKCIfkZSNE-GQ3o93opaOain3VeD73JGIXFBEDwbeXBZEu50s5LDuLi7JOoneRmPwoUMu038NEk0ZVHDRHhQsu26doYa0j6XXNH6575LfJpZ0QQy_-FMjKoUv_MUTK7b4pjxAK2BMHlhPJxJM_oIcI_5xqK1wqPYA/s1784/IMG_20230425_185301148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1784" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyf7bocOAd4fsDkVxrQ36u2_3JsGKCIfkZSNE-GQ3o93opaOain3VeD73JGIXFBEDwbeXBZEu50s5LDuLi7JOoneRmPwoUMu038NEk0ZVHDRHhQsu26doYa0j6XXNH6575LfJpZ0QQy_-FMjKoUv_MUTK7b4pjxAK2BMHlhPJxJM_oIcI_5xqK1wqPYA/w640-h330/IMG_20230425_185301148.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking across the living area and our nests.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ4hJLAsFQnJAjw9m3jYnLkNolxAYoSf3GlkPhBWR28sQNP5jow94p1JbXYYao30yYEV6MWSNOsTHL5PpgnK8DoaKwUdyhzWXHV6y7warz-pN7Bv389hc3SXaVGTYSaQ3FaY9UA1sCmXsilIcKTO8UtiEnOv3WKP18_MjyV4fKWXzhtRDI0ofOeZ7EA/s3264/IMG_20230425_184855782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1836" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ4hJLAsFQnJAjw9m3jYnLkNolxAYoSf3GlkPhBWR28sQNP5jow94p1JbXYYao30yYEV6MWSNOsTHL5PpgnK8DoaKwUdyhzWXHV6y7warz-pN7Bv389hc3SXaVGTYSaQ3FaY9UA1sCmXsilIcKTO8UtiEnOv3WKP18_MjyV4fKWXzhtRDI0ofOeZ7EA/w225-h400/IMG_20230425_184855782.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz-j3aCjEqk37nlNzCTFqht__L8S7t9KxJWrLcsS94rbcl4hxABKrgzeO0LTgItsHRR89-dVhnxejPReHvUIwDG4TDOXX7W0NBc8usu66JY-yEuSJ5Y2pCIFY2q-GfKiyRGuU3OGtv3l5lVgl7nxZ-45sEXZLw7c32RZaOmhvfu-jyYwSZMeX6J8mjg/s3264/IMG_20230425_184825541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1836" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz-j3aCjEqk37nlNzCTFqht__L8S7t9KxJWrLcsS94rbcl4hxABKrgzeO0LTgItsHRR89-dVhnxejPReHvUIwDG4TDOXX7W0NBc8usu66JY-yEuSJ5Y2pCIFY2q-GfKiyRGuU3OGtv3l5lVgl7nxZ-45sEXZLw7c32RZaOmhvfu-jyYwSZMeX6J8mjg/w225-h400/IMG_20230425_184825541.jpg" width="225" /></a></p>Most of the bedroom and bath. You may have noticed we have lots of windows. The bedroom windows face east of northeast. Really bright in the morning. Room darkening curtains have been added. <p></p><p>On this side of the apartment which includes the balcony we overlook a school playground. It is fun to watch the kids at play. It is a private school. Males wear shorts and pants. The girls wear short skirts. I am told the girls are required to wear shorts or leggings beneath the skirts. Whatever.</p><p>That is about all for now. You folks out there, take care. Know you are loved and are important to me.</p><p>Janice</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-72167590209953272932023-04-23T12:18:00.002-05:002023-04-23T12:18:17.653-05:00The Week Continues!<p> Of course the week continues. I have finally had to admit that this move and settling in is being a struggle. A simple task can turn into a 3 - 5 hour ordeal. I was changing out an extension cord to our coffee center. The simple task was going really good. While I was replacing the cords it became apparent dusting the china cupboard needed dusting. I would rearrange Granny's fan and the other items and dust while doing this. I was on a single step stool getting my little, easy project done. Suddenly a terrible crashing sound filled the room.</p><p>Nope, Granny's fan was still in place. Then I hear Hubby yelling for help. His chosen project was to roll out the TV cabinet. He would then connect the speaker system. Something had gone terribly wrong as two of the wheels were collapsed. Hubby was holding the 50+ inch flat screen at about a 45 degree angle. His face planted in the middle. OMG. The videos, CD, books, et al were spilled onto the floor. And to complicate it even more all the wires for internet, antenna, router, et al were still attached to the TV.</p><p>Hubby needed help to first hold the TV. I grabbed my end. That freed one of Hubby's hands to begin unhooking the array of wires from the TV. Once detached we had to find a place to sit the TV down. Remember all that stuff was spilled onto the floor. Finally able to set the TV in a secure location we looked at each other in bewilderment. Obviously there had been a variety of four letter words flying about from my mouth. Hubby had said his preferred swear word . . . many times.</p><p>Assessment of the situation gave us a plan of action. Remove the spilled items. Tilt the stand to a fixed position on its back. Place books, you know the ones that has spilled onto the floor, under each end of the stand so Hubby can remove the remaining wheels. We would put the stand on furniture glides so it could be moved without damaging the floor. Plan in place and in action. Hubby removing wheels, me finding places for the books stored in the unit.</p><p>The plan B, C, or whatever was successful. We lifted the TV to its place on the now wheeless stand. Hubby began the work of reattaching all the cables, etc. He even was able to accomplish the initial project of attaching the sound system to the TV. I busied myself finishing my project of the power cords and dusting furniture. After dealing with the chaos the spilled objects were replaced to their former locations. It was now between 4 and 5 hours from the initial crashing sounds. Old people do not move quickly. </p><p>Neither of us had the energy left to prep a meal. DJ the granddog was to spend the night with us. We needed to drive across town to get her. So make this work for our good. To go food was ordered from Outback to be picked up on our return trip. A meal of steak, baked potato and a salad was what Hubby deserved after winning the battle of the attacking TV and stand. A glass of wine finished the day. Sunday morning after the early morning walk for DJ Hubby made a profound statement. "I am not touching the TV today." I think it will not happen for a loooonnnnngggg time.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWopYPxpGVI2t6O5dzJa6cWsg0iBLF2DIazEQJ7VK5EcFAMG524iEiUCe1-wC8AO9Vg1ZkvctLqxEJ9eYlgWQwTBVq_CQH8NZLtMtblyK3iyz3XSOGd_U5XDmtR0b1KIuIFZoH7u2prKcQGEDlMb4wfZc_WRGLi_5ULmHaojgC2GP1rEG_r07XP2BiGw/s2247/IMG_20230423_115432544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2247" data-original-width="1491" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWopYPxpGVI2t6O5dzJa6cWsg0iBLF2DIazEQJ7VK5EcFAMG524iEiUCe1-wC8AO9Vg1ZkvctLqxEJ9eYlgWQwTBVq_CQH8NZLtMtblyK3iyz3XSOGd_U5XDmtR0b1KIuIFZoH7u2prKcQGEDlMb4wfZc_WRGLi_5ULmHaojgC2GP1rEG_r07XP2BiGw/w424-h640/IMG_20230423_115432544.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TV stand on glides. White hose out of place.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu4yL0isRtTU3fKlYArkpQshrITus9_WPBLQiQfEpIMjdanq0AqEvDXNRkkQSsk-qTXXeJMC72QaqjPSFIOoMwJZxMqhG3hTwyGcFb8327xY_tB2mGyYw185JzlumcsgNtrmIDK0ZLIiAlxyXAP6aiFbO7rzgjgTcJjFzipGYCAKqx0slw75nWUyeXw/s3264/IMG_20230423_115456607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu4yL0isRtTU3fKlYArkpQshrITus9_WPBLQiQfEpIMjdanq0AqEvDXNRkkQSsk-qTXXeJMC72QaqjPSFIOoMwJZxMqhG3hTwyGcFb8327xY_tB2mGyYw185JzlumcsgNtrmIDK0ZLIiAlxyXAP6aiFbO7rzgjgTcJjFzipGYCAKqx0slw75nWUyeXw/w640-h360/IMG_20230423_115456607.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hubby and DJ resting.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Take care out there.</p><p>Janice</p><p>PS: Hubby just touched the TV. He cleaned his cheek mark off the display. No human, animal, or device was harmed during the work. ; )</p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-52378060310228087582023-04-21T21:37:00.006-05:002023-04-21T21:37:59.419-05:00This Week!<p>Electronics and machines have sort of dominated this week. Smart plugs, computers, weather stations, smart lights, internet outage, and other stuff have just not been co-operative. Several devices require 2.4 Ghz and our Spectrum supplied router is dual band that will not let most devices see anything but 5 Ghz. Spectrum app has no place for me to be able to select the band to which a device needs to connect. The "chat" box does not get it. Online help has thus far not been able to advise. And the Spectrum app continues to note the modem is having connectivity issues. Noooo Kidding! We are all having connectivity issues.</p><p>Our little Robbie the Robot gave up his/her/their last sweep in a loud whining sound. Nothing could coax them back to giving a suck. A new Shark robot was purchased. Beginning Friday Hubby downloaded the app and began attempting to attach the Shark to our internet. Calls to and from Shark customer service lasted over a period of about 5 days. It was finally established the wifi was not working. Shark would send a new unit. No return of the first unit. Do whatever we want to do with it. </p><p>Since the robot was not going to clean our apartment I pulled out the reliable Dyson DB26. I vacuumed our bedroom, window sills, bath, and closet. As we had already done several projects by that time so I knew it was time for me to stop for that day. The next morning I pulled out the vacuum to finish the job. I pushed the on switch which immediately popped up rendering the vacuum useless. More attempts gave the same result. </p><p>It is possible I needed to clean the filters. So all filters were pulled and washed. There would be no vacuuming till the filters dried the next day. Hubby returned home from coffee with some friends. He pulled out the contact cleaner spray and was able to get the vacuum to stay running. Well, till the spray would dry. By the time the filters were dry the vacuum was still not working. The robot could at least be used without being able to program it but Hubby wasn't keen on that.</p><p>Today I found a switch for the Dyson. It arrives on Tuesday. Only FedEx and the shipping gods know when the robot will arrive. Currently the spare bedroom/ham shack/office has tubs of stuff in the middle of the floor. We discussed the situation and decided stuff could just stay where it is until we can get some vacuum running. </p><p>The week did have a lot of good things happen, too. Blackout curtains were purchased and Hubby installed. The picture hanging system is installed. Several pictures have found their new home's walls. Hubby replaced is computer that has been a challenge since its touch screen quit working. The therapist that I have been visiting weekly for almost six months said she thought she could release me in a couple of weeks. So lots of good stuff. </p><p>Friday night we joined Son and the last two grandsons still living in state for dinner. Icing on the week.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgEtSMu0DYYVX4RLuFxcXuI_Ag7hpLe26EmvykFWZs7X6PtH2aOeAplc9AS5tKSmpna0Advne-0xqJGXsTIAm9HNPEKLKZUtkeulEElebl5XK1gUkZMkDl-XUro_rDUVxs7LFI4quseypro0RfCvzAMtkomQCo-7lZQQOShu_Wcfsb2cBtyKPuCMP4Q/s2592/IMG_20230420_185123710_BURST000_COVER_TOP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgEtSMu0DYYVX4RLuFxcXuI_Ag7hpLe26EmvykFWZs7X6PtH2aOeAplc9AS5tKSmpna0Advne-0xqJGXsTIAm9HNPEKLKZUtkeulEElebl5XK1gUkZMkDl-XUro_rDUVxs7LFI4quseypro0RfCvzAMtkomQCo-7lZQQOShu_Wcfsb2cBtyKPuCMP4Q/w640-h480/IMG_20230420_185123710_BURST000_COVER_TOP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Son, #4 Grandson, hat and hair of #3 Grandson, Hubby, almost me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxEqhkf5mpsNjKd7AYSgmAFp2gZxueL5pieBpjjFh3Fvz5ZcigJnECFFjP0M_cnulunPfENXy44RbmQJEf0Ne_vPhRQ9KavZ1tfZBnRZO-utufve1sE8v-TyrbLy0afjqLW7SujOFjhKbU7lvKtQOr2GJ2s7YLc0auehKjCG7kK6jHvrD994GJX6kzQ/s3264/IMG_20230421_211732137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxEqhkf5mpsNjKd7AYSgmAFp2gZxueL5pieBpjjFh3Fvz5ZcigJnECFFjP0M_cnulunPfENXy44RbmQJEf0Ne_vPhRQ9KavZ1tfZBnRZO-utufve1sE8v-TyrbLy0afjqLW7SujOFjhKbU7lvKtQOr2GJ2s7YLc0auehKjCG7kK6jHvrD994GJX6kzQ/w640-h360/IMG_20230421_211732137.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One side of living area with piles of 'where do these go?' items.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEhUm7eUxnI1zQcdgfFo4MgSE-O29tLgK41zrC5EeCNdGlU2LhUHyHnhqxeRKLtn0V4ERfn-nWw0ZGQZKBS5Qla6YLFzwE638JknYwhXqnEj-udoA8UOZEHPeutmEUrOyXw1BVO5CG42mp7wTRiWKd9JUZurhDBphpZXMKhl-FKH4UKuIvhz0rDRfHA/s3264/IMG_20230421_211749514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEhUm7eUxnI1zQcdgfFo4MgSE-O29tLgK41zrC5EeCNdGlU2LhUHyHnhqxeRKLtn0V4ERfn-nWw0ZGQZKBS5Qla6YLFzwE638JknYwhXqnEj-udoA8UOZEHPeutmEUrOyXw1BVO5CG42mp7wTRiWKd9JUZurhDBphpZXMKhl-FKH4UKuIvhz0rDRfHA/w640-h360/IMG_20230421_211749514.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dining area.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407660621683637600.post-30078202033587388842023-04-10T18:52:00.002-05:002023-04-10T18:52:46.100-05:00Time to Settle Into the New Place<p> After months of looking, planning, and even packing March 6 had movers come into our little one bedroom apartment. One of the guys said, "She has stuff crammed in every little place". The four guys spent about 8 hours packing our place. That was totally different than the full house move we made in 2013. These guys were newbies. The ones in Missouri, much more experienced. There was more to move in Missouri. Two men and one woman had it packed in less than 8 hours. Experience makes a difference.</p><p>The bottom line is I still have too much stuff. We did make numerous trips to Salvation Army and Goodwill. Since neither of us were being allowed to climb ladders, numerous things required the assistance of Son, Grandsons #3 and #4 to finish the tasks. Finally, on April 8 the La Frontera apartment keys were turned over to the manager. Another chapter complete.</p><p>The La Frontera location was ideal for the years of helping with grandchildren. None of the FAB kids had drivers license at the time we moved. The oldest was not even a teenager. We did our share of pickups, taking forgotten lunches, carting to soccer practice, dog sitting, swim meets, soccer games, track meets, football games, lacrosse games, etc., etc., etc. Now only two of the kids even live in Texas. Grandson #3 graduates from high school in about one month. He has his own vehicle and takes #4 to different places. Grandpa still does pickup duty on Tuesday and Thursday cause #4 chooses not to have a drivers permit. And he loves spending time with Grandpa.</p><p>With all that being said, now it is time to settle into the new digs. I know it has been over a month so what has taken so long? I'll just give a bullet list of the whys.</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>March 6, moved and slept at new place.</li><li>March 7-9 Unpacked about 40+ boxes</li><li>March 10-13 In Dallas area for Sister #1's memorial service.</li><ul><li>Out of state cousins in required extra days</li><li>Service was live streamed for Sister's Facebook tribe.</li></ul><li>March 13-19 Flew to Florida to spend Spring Break with FAB family.</li><ul><li>Beach time</li><li>Shopping with DIL</li><li>Celebrate a Grandson #3's friend's birthday</li><li>Eating out a lot!</li><ul><li>Lots of fresh seafood</li><li>Ate fish caught by grandsons that a restaurant prepared. Yummy</li></ul><li>Naps!</li></ul><li>March 19-20 Returned to Dallas</li><ul><li>19th evening celebrated Sister #4's and Baby BIL's 45th wedding anniversary with them.</li><li>20th returned to Austin apartment and unpacked about 20 boxes that afternoon and evening.</li></ul><li>March 21-27 Unpacking, unpacking, arranging, arranging.</li><ul><li>I had a lot of stuff that would only fit in certain places.</li><li>We had two new wire shelves for additional storage in guest closet and balcony storage closet. </li><li>Every shelf, cabinet, and closet were filled but not really organized.</li><li>Some how we managed to do laundry from 10 days of travel at our old apt.</li></ul><li>March 28 started at about 6 AM/</li><ul><li>Stopped by the old place and transferred clothing into the dryer.</li><li>Stopped at grocery store to picked up food.</li><li>Arrived at airport around 8:30 AM to retrieve Cousin for her 10 day visit.</li><li>Breakfast and return to new apartment.</li><li>Hubby goes for dental appointment and doctors refuse service. UGH</li><li>Pick up DJ the granddog for 5 day doggie sitting.</li><li>Take numerous valium, not really.</li></ul><li>March 29-April 6</li><ul><li>Ride around 3 different days looking at all the beautiful bluebonnets.</li><ul><li>Bluebonnet loop</li><li>Eat at Bluebonnet Cafe</li></ul><li>Share meals with Son and family.</li><li>All gather for the help from family to clear old apartment.</li><li>Tour LBJ Presidential Library</li><li>Watch March Madness basketball tournament</li><ul><li>Figure out how to get a service.</li><li>Watched 4 games over two days</li></ul><li>Watch movies and TV at home as weather is cold and rainy</li><ul><li><i>80 for Brady</i></li><li>Binged <i>NCIS</i></li><li>Binged <i>Perry Mason</i></li></ul><li>Put together a puzzle</li><li>Discussing the world situation</li><li>No naps</li><li>April 6 8 AM leave for airport for Cousin's return trip home.</li><li>Spent remainder of day catching up on laundry in our apartment building's laundry room.</li><ul><li>Lots of towels and bedding</li><li>Lots of old people clothing!</li><li>still no nap</li></ul></ul><li>April 7</li><ul><li>Last clean of old apartment</li><li>Found more items that need to be taken off walls.</li><li>Holy crap, we have too much stuff.</li></ul><li>April 8</li><ul><li>Why is there still more stuff here?</li><li>Oh, it is cleaning stuff.</li><li>Turned in keys.</li><li>Headed to IHop of food.</li><li>It is surely time for a nap!</li></ul><li>April 9 was brunch with Son and DIL to celebrate Easter</li><ul><li>Wonderful food on patio in gorgeous weather!</li><li>Had leftovers for another meal</li></ul><li>April 10 was time to get Jeep inspected and licensed for another year</li><ul><li>Hubby spent all morning dealing with Jeep</li><li>I did some more arranging</li><li>Sat down to computer to check on orders and an issue.</li><li>Fell asleep.</li></ul></ul><div>That is why is is finally time to begin to really settle into our new apartment. I wonder if we shall ever find Hubby's lost backpack. And a few other items.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6ZcOjuBDPN72AcDQGd_tFHpSCbgrvj-pynsyQoVx3R6GyGMKhh859MntbYmpdWPYyZuLEOeAT_NaIiYzAv2CtERJgOElCXZ2BxjqJJfNA_A34vPsv_jOEhMbH5oqN9HRmULtws8iVEmqitE7skyovBlOWbsg_aVGzNIRNB711eNauA_FGyOoDvj8EQ/s3264/IMG_20230329_221321_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6ZcOjuBDPN72AcDQGd_tFHpSCbgrvj-pynsyQoVx3R6GyGMKhh859MntbYmpdWPYyZuLEOeAT_NaIiYzAv2CtERJgOElCXZ2BxjqJJfNA_A34vPsv_jOEhMbH5oqN9HRmULtws8iVEmqitE7skyovBlOWbsg_aVGzNIRNB711eNauA_FGyOoDvj8EQ/w480-h640/IMG_20230329_221321_01.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DJ naps while I put together a cart for kitchen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCNsLWpUFd91OFG8wDAHL5Wonydbu3egDRClrozyK8el8XPUwzh_5GgmLDNeHEuWrjou4HJ01QLEe7w4rJRAPwpwuZVXriEN5r4HjI7Yb7CB9Q1lhD04MzzL9iUwjvUdMF7LWQ6dSNrdohWPoekzzpTsJlwQLH2D5to9D2WnKeflYf9htGBKG4fDwmw/s3264/IMG_20230329_123114394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCNsLWpUFd91OFG8wDAHL5Wonydbu3egDRClrozyK8el8XPUwzh_5GgmLDNeHEuWrjou4HJ01QLEe7w4rJRAPwpwuZVXriEN5r4HjI7Yb7CB9Q1lhD04MzzL9iUwjvUdMF7LWQ6dSNrdohWPoekzzpTsJlwQLH2D5to9D2WnKeflYf9htGBKG4fDwmw/w360-h640/IMG_20230329_123114394.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hubby picking up DJ poop in the bluebonnet field.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkanJZLWgF1Hrmtz49RplBEAchoqKjPf56P_PdboeNNc3y1i73FpG9hIgPt4v6jccnCoU9b9fodAXXNRRRMA0DlgI91UX6bOPtOEhuZT0LdEzoV1jq3EVlm_HK7FrbbIShhxMhHBBwOLmMe4bCWT5X0opb90YhfQVEyJlEliDhJJZYdYbMnxYIoIOUEQ/s3264/IMG_20230404_115455260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1836" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkanJZLWgF1Hrmtz49RplBEAchoqKjPf56P_PdboeNNc3y1i73FpG9hIgPt4v6jccnCoU9b9fodAXXNRRRMA0DlgI91UX6bOPtOEhuZT0LdEzoV1jq3EVlm_HK7FrbbIShhxMhHBBwOLmMe4bCWT5X0opb90YhfQVEyJlEliDhJJZYdYbMnxYIoIOUEQ/w640-h360/IMG_20230404_115455260.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A unique wall in the LBJ Presidential Library</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim15LiOi5N79P7dyRU22KqZkAYOjrHyC7Xe8b70NyvcAGbP73MAX2KU7jM5K39_QR9JyDJFLswwhto5zpZIYCW-b_oCoeXi01wEh_ICrzc_OqD4KvF6jpqLbRdVH28TnS2pixg2K9co7W1BNEWolCBjjWRbdEpCTWCXtMCiWiJc8Jazb5EVJTA9Oza2g/s3264/IMG_20230408_130335941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1836" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim15LiOi5N79P7dyRU22KqZkAYOjrHyC7Xe8b70NyvcAGbP73MAX2KU7jM5K39_QR9JyDJFLswwhto5zpZIYCW-b_oCoeXi01wEh_ICrzc_OqD4KvF6jpqLbRdVH28TnS2pixg2K9co7W1BNEWolCBjjWRbdEpCTWCXtMCiWiJc8Jazb5EVJTA9Oza2g/w360-h640/IMG_20230408_130335941.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old apartment</td></tr></tbody></table><div>We plan to take our time getting things in place. I may actually feel like posting more frequently. If I can stay awake long enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take care,</div><div>Janice</div><p></p>Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359355308140058671noreply@blogger.com2