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Onward and upward! something that you say in order to encourage someone to forget an unpleasant experience or failure and to think about the future instead and move forward.

My e-mail: jjmiller6213@comcast.net

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Timeless Tuesday

Today's high temperature was: 77 degrees
Rain and cloudy in the a.m,.
Sunny and nice in the afternoon
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Not too much going on today.  I did get in the car and run up to Discount Tire to get my tires aired up.  The front two were down a bit.

Laundered my bedding.  Went outside and cut off the seed pods on my daffodils and tulips.  DO NOT cut back the leaves until after they have turned yellow.  The bulb gets its next year's power from the leaves.  You have to leave them on for the strength of the bulb to go back down into it.  If you cut back the leaves, you will have no bloom next year.  I sometimes braid the leaves together to let them die back--the garden looks neater that way.

I did a walk around and it looks like the harsh winter killed my privet hedge

There is a bit of green on the bottom branches--I will let them
grow all summer and see what next spring brings

My Woodland Childhood Remembrance garden is doing really well.
Jack In The Pulpit is still preaching.
I reached down and gave him a "squeak" 

The Trilliums are turning pink as they die back 


The May Apples are huge this year, really tall...

Their apples have arrived, and....


their waxy white "apple" blossom are starting to bloom


Some perennials are truly timeless.  I had Peony's that belonged to my Great Grandmas.  They still live on at Pammies--they are now over 90 years old.  I have part of my Mother's hybrid peach colored Iris--it is now 46 years old and each of my kids and my sister, all have tubers off that main plant, that are growing and thriving.  I suppose a flower garden might last forever, if it were tended and weeds didn't come to choke out the plants. 

Maddie's last band concert tonight.  Very emotional.  I'm exhausted.  I will post about it tomorrow. 


Monday, May 19, 2014

Perfection

Today's high temperature was: 72 degrees
Sunny and perfect all day
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When I look at the photos of those high school kids, all lined up in their handsomeness--I notice their smiles.  They all have those perfect, "I wore braces from 8 to 12 years old" smiles.  

Perfect skin--if any one of them got even one blemish, their Mother would have them off to the local dermotologist!

Perfect hair.  Salon visits for all of them.

A far cry from when I was a Senior!!

Wash your hair, put on some lipstick and a nice dress--maybe a formal borrowed from a cousin or if you were lucky, a pretty one bought by your Grandma.  The guy came to pick you up in the family car, and off you went to the Prom.

None of my classmates ever wore braces.  Come to think of it--we didn't need them.  Our jaws were big enough to hold all our teeth quite straight.  Only one of my kids had to have teeth removed and braces put on.  All of Karen and Jen's kids have had or are having the experience of removing teeth and having to wear braces and nowadays--they start at eight years old!!!

Several years ago, a Sociology Prof. told us that in a couple of generations from us, children will be born with no Wisdom Teeth.  As we evolve, our jaws are becoming smaller.  Apparently, I am near the Neanderthal, in evolution, as I have a nice wide forehead and a big mouth with straight teeth, LOL.

This kids have so many advantages.  At Maddie's high school, there is every sport known to man that the kids can participate in, if they want.  
Boys Sports Teams
Girls Sports Teams
Then of course, there are art programs, musical programs, drama, dance and musical plays--it just goes on and on!

They also have a lot of choices when it comes to friends or boyfriend/girlfriend.  None of Maddie's friends go steady.  They are all friends--they do things together and no romantic ties.  

When I was in high school, by at least Junior year, you had a steady.  We only had 120 kids in the entire high school, so you found the cutest, most athletic boy there was and you hung onto him.  Because--after you graduated, you'd probably marry him.

These kids don't have that problem.  Most of them are going on to college--a lot of them are moving away.  Too restrictive to be involved in a romantic relationship.

So many advantages nowadays.  
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 At 10:00 this morning, in line with my schedule, I got out of this room, cleaned up the bedroom, put in a load of wash and went outside.


My Woodland Childhood Remembrance garden sure
has a lot of white Violets this year.


...and I am just amazed at  how tall the May Apples are this year.

I assume you all know what this is.
The outside part of the dryer vent

You HAVE to do this at least once a year.
Get that long round, stiff brush and ram thread it up
as far as you can into the vent.
Think--colonoscopy or Roto-Rooter



You gotta do it a couple of times, pulling out the brush 
and then repeating.
I do it when the dryer is running to help blow out the lint.

Then you come inside and when the dryer quits, use your other long thin, roundy brush to clean out the vent and back side of the dryer.  WE DO NOT want any dryer fires!!!
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I planted a bunch of Lily of the Valley in my garden under the Lilacs.  I hope they spread and fill in before I died.  I love that tiny, sweet smelling flower.  Pearl has a bunch she wants me to come and dig out, so I will use those too.

I have a new neighbor who has moved in behind me.  Mary--whose hedges I use to trim, moved into a tiny government subsidized apartment in Brighton.  The new neighbor has a Shih Tzu.  Cute little dog--but, never shuts up its yipping.  Constantly, all the time I was outside.  Even when it couldn't see me--it heard me open my shed door and kept on.  I kid you not--that damn dog didn't stop barking all the time I was out there.

Then Tami walked over and wondered what she was going to do about the dog as she and her husband work nights and sleep during the day and she cannot tolerate the dog.  "I just might put a little saucer of anti-freeze out for it to drink."

"You can't do that, Tami.  You can't kill it."

"Wanna bet?"

"It's not the dogs fault.  She obviously has not been trained by the owners.  I have a friend who has a Shih Tzu and while they tend to be yappy, she has trained her dog and it is nice and quiet when it is outside."

So Tami stomps back to her yard, because that is the way Tami walks.  Tami never walks--she always stomps.

To tell you the absolute truth--I'd rather have a Rottweiler back there.  A big dog that would give me a couple of hearty, big loud WOOFS and then lay down and go to sleep.
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Darlene came over this afternoon, just as my Soap was coming on.  She knows darn well that I don't turn the TV on until 1:00-watch my show and then turn the TV off again.

"Oops.  I'm interrupting your show, aren't I?"
<she says as she dumps Buddy off the rocking chair>

"Yes."  I replied and didn't turn the TV off!

I thought perhaps she would take the hint--but--this is Dar!!!

"My son sent me two lily plants.  One for Mother's Day and one for my birthday and he called me on my birthday."

"I thought he wasn't speaking to you."

"No.  That's his wife.  He is the only one out of my four that does talk to me."

"Well, that was nice of him."

"Yeah.  I stuck them in the ground."

"Already?"

"Yeah.  Aren't you suppose to plant them as soon as you get them?"

"I don't know.  I always kept them in the house where I could smell them.  Waited until they were done blooming and dying back a bit and then I planted them outside."

"Oh--well you know me.  I really hate anything that has to do with gardening, landscaping--I just hate it all. I got them in the ground and now I won't have to think about them."
<a gardening hater--no wonder I dislike this woman>

I muted the TV because I realized--I could not concentrate on both of them.

"Did you ever get to the food pantry?"

"Yes.  I went Friday.  I had an appointment at two."

"Did you get peanut butter, grape jelly and a couple of loaves of bread?"

"No.  I didn't need them."

"You could give them to me!"

"You work in a huge super center and grocery.  Don't you get a discount on the food you buy from there?"

"Oh. Yes.  I get a nice big discount on whatever I buy."

"Then...why would you want me to bring you stuff from the food pantry?  I only got what I needed.  There are a lot of families that need the help."

"Well, it's free!"

"If I don't need it...and I am the customer...then to give it to someone who is perfectly able to buy their own--it's stealing....in my opinion."

"Oh."

She left and I got cranky again!!!
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After the National news, I walked down to visit Pearl.  I took her a little bouquet of purple and white violets, she liked them, but within 5 minutes, she was snapping at me.  She said, "I love Johnny-Jump-Ups."

I said, "I do too.  I wish I had some."

"That's what these are," she said referring to the violets.

"Nope.  Those are violets out of my woodland garden."

"They are not!!"
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Yappy dogs, Dar, Tami, and sometimes even Pearl--are the reasons I keep saying, I'd like to move back to the country where my nearest neighbor is a good Par 5 away from me!!!  If you have never played golf--that distance is about 500+ yards!!  1,500 feet!! Nearly an 1/4 of a mile!






Sunday, May 18, 2014

Madeleine Sophia Rivard

One of her 200 Senior Pictures.


Saturday, May 17, 2014

Grandma's Dream Has Come True!



Brighton High School Senior Prom--May 17, 2014
Madeleine and Matthew

First--parents drive up and their daughter's come in and go up to Maddie's room to get ready.

About 45 minutes later, parents drive up and the boys have arrived. 

All the parents stay to take pictures. 

My Sweetheart--Matt

...and if the boy has a lot of class, he gives the girl's mother roses
Matt and Karen

...then the girls come down the stairs and out onto the porch

then the boys swarm the girls with their corsage boxes in hand













then these two thought they'd have fun with
a little American Gothic 

then a party bus comes to take them to supper and the dance 

one last smile for Gramma 

I just found out that Matt is the class President.  450 kids in the Senior Class this year.

I wish Maddie and Matt would fall head-over-heels in love, but....it won't happen   Gramma has to be happy that they at least had one date, LOL




Friday, May 16, 2014

I'm Cranky!!

Today's high temperature was: 54 degrees
Sunny, but chilly
31 last night, 38 tonight
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I have to state--my schedule is not one made from self discipline.  It is made because of LACK of self discipline.  I had to get some kind of "reason" in my life or I just spend too much time sitting and not doing, while dust collects and the daily mystique of fur falling from the cats starts to bury me.

This is what my cats remind me of.  Every step they take, you can almost see the fur falling from their bodies!  When the sun comes in the window--at just the right angle, you can actually see it fly off them and into the air.

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Thursday I went up to Durand (35 miles north) to have lunch with the Old School Gal Pals.  I was in a great mood...which lasted until June arrived.  I have told you about June--right?  She was a teacher for years and has traveled to 6 Continents.  She was the youngest in a large family and her Daddy's absolute favorite child!!  She likes to "hold court".  

She's the one who once asked me, "Don't you have a desire to travel abroad?"

"No."

"Oh why not?"

"I prefer to travel around the United States--by car--and see the wonders we have right here!"

"Oh.  You've missed so much in your life."  
<well, lah dee dah>

When we gather for these lunches, there is a direct hesitation on our parts, to see where June is going to sit before we take our seats--as none of us wants to sit beside her.  I DO NOT want a two hour conversation JUST with June.  I'd like to be able to talk with my other friends.

Of course, yesterday....

I got to the place early and asked for a table set-up for eight people.  My friend Ruth got there right behind me.  It was a long table--not conducive for conversation--round tables are always better.

I was seated against the wall, the end chair so my legs don't get cramped, Ruth was across from me.  In walked June!  She decided she had to sit next to me and wondered if I could get up while she scooted in.  A few minutes later, in walked one of our classmates that we hadn't seen in a year--June's high school best friend.  June directed her to sit across from her, next to Ruth.

The rest of the girls came in--some of my closest friends--and sat at the other end of the table.  

I had never been to this particular restaurant(?)--we usually go to the one next door.  It was dark, dingy, dirty and quite depressing--to me anyway--and old bar that still smelled of smoke and beer.  

We had a horrendous waitress.  She kept coming up and wanting to take orders before all the girls had arrived.  There were not enough menus, so we had to share.  She finally took our orders and of course they were all messed up when she brought them back so we all took what she handed us and them passed them around to the correct person.  

The waitress was soon back, holding 3 small cups of salsa.  She put them down in front of Virginia (June's friend), who had ordered a Chef salad.  Virginia said, "I don't need any salsa, thank you."  Then the waitress stood at the end of the table and loudly said, "Someone at this table needs salsa.  Who needs salsa!?"

I said, "I ordered Taco's.  I could use some salsa."  So she slammed the cups down on the table in front of me.  "Would you like sour cream too?" she asked.  "No thank you." I replied.

"Does anyone else need anything?"

Ruth said, "I'd like some dressing for my salad, please."  Virginia said, "I'd like some dressing for my salad too."  Liz at the end of the table voiced the same request.  She zipped out and came back with the dressing for the others and placed 2 small cups of sour cream in front of me. Apparently she thought I didn't really mean that I DIDN'T WANT NO STINKING SOUR CREAM!!!

Then...the travelogue began.  In her loud take charge teacher's voice, June commenced to tell Virginia and Virginia's husband (yeah, her husband), all about her trip to Africa.  There was much ado about snakes and spider's the size of dinner plates and camping and her screaming and her husband screaming when he saw the spider and..........................

Virginia kept saying, "Oh yes.  I remember you telling us about that trip,", but June continued.

Ruth and I tried to talk a bit, but it was not to be.  We were sitting across from each other--3 feet apart perhaps and we could not hear each other.

June, of course, hadn't ordered off the menu like everyone else.  She decided she wanted the salad bar, so she kept getting up, which meant that I had to get out of my chair each time, to let her out and then back in to her seat.  Let's just say--she made a few trips!

I got up and went down to the other end of the table to talk to my friends for a few minutes and when I came back, I bent down and whispered to Ruth, "I got an extra chair down there.  Why don't you go down and talk to Sandy and Sally for awhile," which she did with great relief written all over her face.

The impatient waitress kept popping in--with the usual address to old women that they, for some unknown reason, like to use.  "What can I get you, Honey--or Sweetheart--or the ever popular Dearie."  I soooo hate that!  It took me years to get comfortable with being called "Ma'am" and now they have jumped up to the other terms for the elderly.

She brought us our bills.  $6.53 for 3 cold, unappetizing Taco's.  Most of the girl's promptly put their money or cards on the tray with their bills and she took them away.  Of course, when she presented us with the bills, we had to once again do the pass around to get the correct bill to the correct eater.  Than, when she brought back the change, that too had to be all sorted out.  Then she said, "Have I tooken up all your bills yet?"

Dead silence as we all stared at her.  Tooken?

So we started answering her with "yes, I'm fine" or "No. Just a minute."  She hadn't tooken up mine yet, so I got out my money and said, "You haven't taken mine.  Here you go."

I generally tip 20%, but yesterday, I laid 7 one dollar bills on my bill tray, told her I didn't need change and that was it!!!

I could not for the life of me wait for the obligatory two hour session to end.  If I had stayed I am sure I either would have slapped June or told her to shut her damn mouth for two seconds.  I bolted 20 minutes early--followed by most of the others.

Bethie didn't attend yesterday as she had family at her house for the week.  Her son died last month.  I think I mentioned it here.  He lived way over in the Czech Republic, so Bethie has been through an awful time.  I'm almost glad she wasn't there--except I missed her--but I don't think her nerves could have withstood the whole scenario.
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When I left, I talked to myself for the next ten miles as I drove over to a little town I lived near for the first ten years of my married life and visited my dear friend and neighbor who still lives there.  I hadn't seen Barb in 3 years and we had a really, really nice 2+ hour chat!!!  We were young married women and mother's together those 10 years.  I learned a lot about how to cook from her and how to garden.  We spent time together each and every week day.  Her birthday was Wednesday and I wanted to share with her.  Of course we talked of the old days and the changes our lives have taken--she is now a widow--and the ever popular--"Where has the time gone?"  It was lovely.
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I knew we were going to have a frost last night and I already had my planters nestled on the front porch, so I tucked some nice thick pillow cases Bethie had made me, over the long planters and an old flannel baby blanket over the 3 tiered planter so they could snuggle and be safe.


I made the mistake of posting this photo on FaceBook and of course, took some flak for planting too early.  I know I planted too early!!  I have never planted my annuals until after May 15th.  I had my reasons--so Pammie could see them when she came down on Mother's Day...because she may not get back here all summer.

That's another thing that makes me cranky--it seems I can barely post anything now and someone will make a negative or critical comment.  GEEZ!!!  I lived a negative, critical life for my first 55 years--I don't need people now telling me how stupid I am.  FB is getting to me.  There are so many filthy links posted--or swearing and nasty words and people fighting with each other in the comments section.  Me thinks it is time to just play my games there and not post any of my thoughts or musings.  
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This afternoon, I had an appointment with the food pantry--Gleaners.  It was a weird experience.  I did get some fresh fruit and meat and cake!!  I am allowed 40# of food.  Some things don't count in that weight--they are free, like washing detergent (which I got) and 4 rolls of bathroom tissue (which I got), produce, baked goods.  When I got all done going up and down every aisle in that small place, I only had 12# that counted.  They wanted to fill up my basket with a whole bunch of stuff that I knew I would never use.  Oatmeal, cans of chili, stew, spaghettiOs, dried milk, Gatorade--yuck, yuck and yuck.  I didn't want to seem ungrateful, so I told them that I just wanted to take what I absolutely needed and would use.  That there "are so many needy families, I don't want to take what they need."  They thought I was very gracious.  HAH--gracious?  I am such a snob I don't like half the stuff in that place!  

I did get some ground beef and a small roast, baby carrots, canned potatoes and some diced tomatoes.  I can cook the roast with the carrots and although I hate canned potatoes, I can put them in with the roast last of all and give them a better taste.  I also got 6 cupcakes, watermelon, other fruit, some pears, a can of tuna and some other stuff I can't remember.  It was a humiliating experience to say the least.

Oh yeah--my neighbor Tami was there.  She and her hubby both have jobs.  She makes over $12.00 an hour and he makes $9.00 and still--she has to go to the food bank?

Oh yeah, Dar called this morning and said, "When you go.  Get peanut butter and jelly and some bread for me."  Dar, who works 40+ hours a week at $15.00 an hour wants ME to get her stuff from the poor people's food pantry?  I think not!!!

AND--I got more cranky, looking at a couple of big fat women, outside smoking their over 7 dollars a pack cigarettes, with their TWO carts apiece, filled to the top and overflowing.  Can afford ciggies and probably beer, but can't afford food for their kids!!! 

I HATE PEOPLE!!!

Pride goeth before the fall---so I expect to fall any day now.
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Speaking of falling--Pearl walked down to see me this late afternoon!  Gosh it was great to see her walking steady and at a pretty good pace.  The dizziness from her fall is going away and she wanted to see my annuals--all stacked on the porch to be covered again tonight--just in case.

Next week, the night time temps are suppose to be in the 50's, so I will put everything back up where it belongs and we should be good to go.

These were the visitor's I had just today---
Right across, down and back left:
Baltimore Oriole.  Downy Woodpecker.  Blue Jay.  Grosbeak and some kind of sparrow.  Rosy Breasted Grosbeak.  Ladder back Woodpecker (2).  Gold Finch and Chick-A-Dee.  Gold Finch and Cardinal.
Hummer and my fave--Tufted Titmouse.
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If I don't get arrested for bodily harming someone--I will see you on Monday.  Jude



Thursday, May 15, 2014

Too Tired

I'll write tomorrow night.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

I Remember--Pigs On A Rampage

Today's high temperature was: 58 degrees
Cloudy, grey and sprinkly all day
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One summer, when I was two years old, I got a rash on my face.  Mother put everything she could think of to make it better.  It itched real bad and my cheeks were red, all the time.

Mother finally took me to the doctor and he told her, I had an allergy.  My Mother put me in my Play Pen every time she was outside working in the garden.  To keep me safe and probably, to keep me out of her way.  Besides that, I had a tendency to just take a walk, down the long driveway, toward the road.

We had two female pigs and a big male pig.  When they got loose, which was often, they'd rub up against the rails in the play pen.  Then I'd be in the pen and touching the rails and apparently, was allergic to whatever they left on the play pen.  Mother told Daddy he had to get rid of the pigs, but he said we needed them for food and she would just have to wash off my play pen everyday, before she put me in it.

<I do not remember the rash, but Mother told me the story a couple of times>  

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<I do remember this--can see it plain as day>

A couple of years later, I can see myself--I had on a pink shirt and blue overalls--I was outside with Mother.


The pigpen was built next to the tool shed, a little ways from the vegetable garden.   It smelled so bad near that pigpen that I didn't go there very often.   Besides, pigs like to roll around in the mud.  One time, I was standing on their board fence watching.  They got to rolling around so hard that mud flew off them and got on me.   It was stinky mud too!

Their pen was always muddy because they had dug a hole to fit their bodies and some of the water from their drinking trough had slopped out into that hole.  They would snort and oink and roll around until they had a real good mud puddle to play in.

I loved to play in the mud puddles in the driveway, but I never wanted to play in the pig's mud puddle.   It was pee-yoo-wee!  Mother always told me to stay away from the pen because the male pig was kind of mean.  

One night at the supper table, Mother said to Daddy, "I don't like those pigs. They are always getting out of their pen, digging up my flowers and vegetables and running away."

Daddy said, "Yes, I know they do that, but next fall they will be breakfast bacon and pork chops, then you will be glad we have them."

The next morning, Mother and I were flying a kite out in the pasture by the vegetable garden.   Mother had tied a little plastic doll to the kite.  We were talking about how we wished we could fly up high on that kite, like the doll.

We heard some "pig" noise and Mother looked behind us and said, "Oh No! The pigs are out and they are in the garden!"

Mother handed me the kite string and I started winding it in while she ran toward the garden.

Carrots were being pulled out of the ground and eaten.  Lettuce was flying in all directions.   Cabbages were being uprooted and thrown through the air like basketballs.   Tomato plants were being torn up and thrown off to the side.   The pigs were on an eating rampage!

As I gathered the kite and ran to the garden, I saw Mother trying to shoo the pigs back into their pen.   The male pig, wouldn't budge.   He lowered his head and grunted.  He looked straight at Mother with his little pig eyes and took a step toward her.

Mother took a step backwards and called to me, "Get into the house right now!  The pig is mad and might charge at us."

I ran to the back porch and peeked around the post to watch Mother.  I was really scared.

Mother got the other pigs back into their pen and put the board they had pushed out, back into place.   The big pig kept right on pulling up vegetables and snorting around the garden.   Every now and then he would stop and glare at Mother.

Daddy must have heard all the noise and Mother's yelling because he came running out of the cow barn. I yelled and told him what happened.

"You stay on the porch," he  yelled back as he ran into the tool shed and got a big pitchfork.

"Dorathy!  Get up on the porch with Judy."

Then he ran into the garden and poked that big pig a good one, right on its ham butt!

The pig turned toward Daddy and lowered his head and snorted.   Daddy smacked that pig on his nose with the handle of the fork and the pig squealed and ran out of the garden.   Daddy smacked him again, a good one on his snout and the pig dropped to its front knees.

Mother ran off the porch and opened the gate to the pig pen. Daddy kicked the pig on its bottom and the pig ran into the pen.

I heard Mother telling Daddy at supper that night, "Those pigs have to go.  They ruined the vegetable garden.   I don't know if there will be enough vegetables to can for this winter.   What if that boar had hurt us?"

I could see Mother had tears in her eyes.

The next week, a big truck came driving up the driveway and the man backed it right up to the gate of the pigpen and herded all the pigs into his truck.  He gave Mother some money and took the pigs away.

Daddy never did get any more pigs.  

He must have had one of them butchered, because we had a lot of bacon, sausage, ham and pork chops that winter, but after that?  

We bought our breakfast bacon from the grocery store in town.