Writing gives me another
excuse not to clean house.
Home !
We've been on a road trip for two weeks. Last night we drove I-84 over Cabbage Hill (Blue Mountains) and stopped to look at the last 45 minutes of road to home.
Beautiful shot! I figured you were gone..I was getting a little worried about you..hope you share some of your travels after you rest up! My brother called on Thursday..he said that was the day that summer arrived because it was not raining and it was 75 degrees, that was south of Portland:)
As much as I love to travel, it's always good to come home. Which is why I refuse to consider Danny's idea of someday selling our house and buying one of those big RVs to live/travel in. I don't need one of those monsters to travel (there's no way I would drive it!) and I want to always be able to come home to rest and get ready for our next adventure.
Ah ! that's why you disappeared from Blogworld to drive through patchworks. The Blue Mountains are usually very beautiful if I remember well ! Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
My brother Mike emailed me this photo last night. He said this was a goodbye salute that he snapped today in his garage where this old freezer has been chugging away since 1988. That was the year our mama decided she was tired of bending over and digging through it. Besides, she no longer needed the capacity and hadn't for several years. Mike and my sister-in-law spent the next 25 years "digging" through this old freezer. My sis-in-law was very good at keeping it and the cupboards stocked. The two of them kept promising each other that "It is going to die soon, so we will just keep it until that day." Twenty-five years may seem like a very long life for a freezer. It is MUCH older than that. Sears only sold Coldspot through 1976. I thought that my parent's purchased this freezer in the sixties. My brother said he put the serial number 'on-line' and it matched a 1953 manufacturing date. Here is a close up of...
Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin . She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures. There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories. Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment. Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture. Childhood Memories The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights. Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine. The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent s...
Quirky Lisa (Lisa's Chaos) is today's Hostess with the mostess quirks. She used the following instructions to enlighten us about today's topic: A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more. Well ...I'm being as quirky as Swampwitch today. I'm sorta following the rules, and sorta not. Instead of hearing about my boring quirkiness, you are being treated to an old story about a quirky cat. * * * * Daggett was a cat with very odd behavior. I like to think she channeled my monthly mood swings. But, her excuse may be that her head was slightly injured in a c...
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can't wait to hear more about your trip (o:
Glad you had a safe trip Pamela and can't wait to hear all about it!!
Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
You're fortunate to have a place to call "home". I finally found mine. Took me 39 years!
And yes, there is no place like home. :) Welcome home... I hope you greatly enjoyed your trip!