OK, so who else do you know that has three huge diesel engines sitting in their field? Rusting away. They should have been sold a long time ago, now they are either scrap metal or rust sculptures.
I have been thinking that I just don't have time to blog right now. I'm on a mission to clean up outside around here, to walk the dogs and myself in the mornings, to clean out the two lower kitchen corner cabinets that may contain who knows what, from mice poop to Errol's dusty gumbo pots. All other drawers and cabinets are done. Clean! Next I want to clean the outside of the cabinets, so they will be done when I get my new floors installed. Buy some new hardware for them.
I still haven't changed out my closets from winter to summer clothes, I just stuff my summer tops in there and, of course, I wear jeans year round so that's not a problem. I also haven't put together my new vacuum cleaner that I broke and may have fixed. It needs to be put together before I will know if it works. "Ack," as we say in Swedish!
I still haven't changed out my closets from winter to summer clothes, I just stuff my summer tops in there and, of course, I wear jeans year round so that's not a problem. I also haven't put together my new vacuum cleaner that I broke and may have fixed. It needs to be put together before I will know if it works. "Ack," as we say in Swedish!
I so like to be organized.
Then I read your comments on the post before this one. And for some reason, I teared up. Actually, I know why, because you are my friends now. Those of you who leave a comment because you care. It's very different from blogging to get as many followers and as many comments as one can. In the beginning, I thought that being a popular blogger was important. This is something quite different and much more precious.
As I wrote this, I felt that I had written it before, not too long ago. Old age is so funny, things come and go in one's mind and one can never be sure if one is repeating oneself. But then, nice things cannot be said too often.
As I wrote this, I felt that I had written it before, not too long ago. Old age is so funny, things come and go in one's mind and one can never be sure if one is repeating oneself. But then, nice things cannot be said too often.
So I will blog and keep in touch with you.
And Jean, on the secret: She may be having surgery, so this would be such a perfect surprise. Thank you so much. I will email you in the next few days.
Next week is a busy week for me with doctors' appointments, one in Bakersfield, one up here. After that, I will make up for lost time. I hope all of you are well and thanks for your patience with me and my erratic blogging.
