Repainted The Pantry

Me and my Big Mouth have been at it again. I decided some time ago to repaint the old laundry room com pantry and dog washing area. It’s also the route that we, and most of our guests, choose to enter the house. Thus the badly needed update. Steve quite rightly tried to talk me out of this quest but the poor man was pushed into it by my constant (albeit sweetly applied) coercion. After a great deal of eye rolling, he did give in. He’s such a pip. I really don’t deserve him.

Color spectrum decided, we proceeded to our favorite hardware store Farmers & Builders (aka Ace Hardware) in Blackshear. You should have seen Mr. Ian’s face when I said, oh so vaguely, “We need a gallon of light green paint.” 😂 He laughed … and laughed … and laughed. 😂 And when he finally caught his breath, he showed us all the green color choices. My goodness! I don’t blame him a bit for disappearing afterwards, especially after a nice young lady piped up and said, “I want to paint my walls gray …” He must hear that a lot ’cause I thought he was going to faint.

Mr. Ian, aka Mad Scientist

After some deliberation, and mild disagreements, we both chose the Clark+Kensington “Bon Voyage” (29D-1u). One can see from the following photos how much brighter and cleaner 👍 looking this color is than the Forest Green. And, yes, it took two coats. That’s OK. I was expecting that. Here’s the before’s and after’s:

As an added touch, we also ordered new brushed chrome outlet covers to match the handles on the cabinets. Those should arrive sometime next week.

I’m very pleased with the outcome. It was well worth the shoulder pain and temporary inconvenience.

I also promised, under penalty of 30 lashes with a wet noodle if I re-nig, 😇 that I will not even think about any further projects on this scale without also considering the cost of hiring someone with a younger body to do it for us. Neither of us can take doing this kind of work anymore.

Growing old isn’t for sissies y’all. 😁😍

Patriot’s Day 9-11

Today we remember and we mourn. Comments are turned off in honor of those who have lost their lives. It’s been 20 years since that inauspicious day. The event is deeply seared in all our memories. So often we are asked, “Where were you on 9-11?” I recall perfectly where I was.

It was Day 2 of my second carpal tunnel surgery. It was the left side this go around and the most painful. I was so doped that I had a bit of a lie down in our bed with the wrist in the air attempting to stop the throbbing. At that time, there was a TV in our bedroom. Steve rushed in, shook me multiple times in an attempt to awaken me from the stupor. He had turned the channel to Fox News Station saying “Wake up honey! Wake up!” I was so dopey it was difficult to understand at first but I watched in horror at what was happening right before my eyes. Still haven’t gotten over how traumatic that day was. I kept thinking about all those precious, innocent, unsuspecting lives. Murdered in cold blood. Lost in the rubble, some never to be found. It is now a grave site. Then when the help arrived, the men, the women, and the search dogs, they all worked so hard, and so fervently that many of them also didn’t survive. Such bravery. With this new crisis, President Bush commenced to ruin our Nation even further with his misguided Socialist attempts at “safety” by creating yet more bureaucracy that only restricted our liberties even further. Yes, he was an awful President. I know that now. The memory of all these things will not soon leave my mind.

After Bush’s reign of ineptness, our Country lost all semblance of sanity by voting for a known Moslem with a fictitious name, evil intent and a shady past. Twice. That still makes me shake my head in disgust. Political situations worldwide are worse now than they’ve ever been before. We had our shining star, President Trump, for 4 years but it didn’t last because of our wicked ways. Now there is a full-blown Leftist stooge, who heads a known crime family, illegally seated in the White House. If one looks up “vacuity” in the dictionary, Joe Biden’s picture would be right next to it. He is a demon in another form. He is not clever enough to have pulled off a coup d’etat alone. The take over goes deep. Very, very deep. Flipping our Country from Christian to devil worshipers has been in the works for over 100 years, well, at least actively since the time of Woodrow Wilson (1912-1921). Wilson was America’s 28th President. He was the first acknowledged Progressive (which is a misnomer, to say the least, since Progressives believe in destruction not moving forward, yet another devilish lie). Wilson began the descent into hell by redefining proper law into the twisted “equality” laws we have now. The current Democratic Party, with the aid of foreign interests, is continuing to channel their god of the air by attempting to pass more and more demonic legislation, policies and ruinous liberty killers with the intent of turning our Country into one huge prison. Their thugs still roam free with a wink and a nod from The Powers That Be, all-the-while law-abiding Christians are persecuted by the courts, ridiculed, silenced, murdered or locked away. Thankfully, there are many extraordinary citizens saying, “No” this time around. It is good to remember there are more of us than there are of them. And all I know to do is pray in Jesus’ name that God will cast this legion of demons into the swine and run them off the cliff to the rocks below. “Pray without ceasing …”, He says. [1 Thessalonians 5:17] It must please the Lord to wait. May His will be done. I do trust Him above all else. I also remind myself Whom I serve is bigger than any government agency, than any threat, than any tyranny humans can create. He is bigger than the world or anything we may imagine. And He is forever. I like what Beth Moore said about the Lord we serve:

By Beth Moore

God is huge. He is awesome, indeed terrifying. He is powerful. He holds all the keys to life and death, ecstasy and agony. Our futures are entirely in His hand. He is sovereign and He answers to no one. He holds the oceans in the palms of His hands. The lightning checks in with Him. But for His mercy, we would all be consumed. He is holy and does not wink at wickedness. He lifts up and He casts down. He makes the mind and can break the mind. When He rises from His throne, His enemies scatter. He has no equal. He is complete, pure, unadulterated otherness!

For now, we wait. We push back against the darkness in our own small, plodding, quiet ways. We hope. We pray. We mourn our losses. We must resist the devil with his slave mask lies and his empty vaccine laced promises. What else can a child of God do? That shining city on the hill is no more but I’m thankful to have learned to worship GOD not Gov. Therefore, we wait for His eternal city that lasts forever. May God have mercy on us and let us all be there soon. So, et voilà.

Tuesday Tidbit

‘Tis the beginning of Autumn and the air is thick with dragonflies. They are God’s clean up crew with the biting flies from this Summer’s rains and one of my favorite insects. I’ve seen patterns for making dragonfly decorations made from old ceiling fan blades. I want to try to make one.

Steve made a solid wood laundry basket holder for our Master Bedroom Bath. The soft gray baskets were purchased at Lowe’s for about $19.99 each. Such a bargain! I gave the old laundry holder to his niece, Deborah, while they were visiting last Friday since it is a family heirloom. It was passed down from his great-grandmother Nell Amold who was born a Cowan in Vermilion County, Illinois. I also gave Deb one of the blue vases I’d been holding onto since his grandmother Elizabeth passed many years ago. That was also purchased by his great-grandmother and both are well over 100 years old. There are so few traditions and heirlooms in this family I didn’t want them to be lost. Since we have no children, I’m at a loss as to what to do about glassware and other precious, to me, items that I “inherited” when my own sweet mother died. Guess I won’t concern myself about it. It is just stuff, after all.

Sunday, we rode our steeds of steel to Church where our Pastor and his wife celebrated their 50th Anniversary by renewing their wedding vows. 💒 His sermon on marriage was spot on. Afterwards, we had a big feast at the Fellowship Hall. Since I’ve been eating keto, I don’t eat lunch but I had a marvelous time anyway. There was plenty of coffee. ☕☕ The food, the decorations and the laughter was well worth all the effort that was put into it. ( ◑‿◑)ɔ┏🍟–🍔┑٩(^◡^ ) These ladies did a fantastic job, above and beyond. What a great bunch of folks I get to worship with. ❤ Love ❤ them all very dearly. Needless to say, I still felt “full” when I went home.

And, now on to the busy week! Our 11 year old Nissan Frontier needs a front alignment, I must order a refill on my most expensive prescription medicine (sigh), Mom was in “need” of more candy at the Nursing Home, time to refill the larder, and the beat goes on. 😜

Thank you Lord that I live in an area so rich in resources and for all the blessings You have given us. To God be the glory! I hope everyone had a lovely weekend and your week is blessed with abundance, joy and contentment.

Ride Safe Dear Readers. ❤