Monday, August 15, 2016

Happy Birthday, Mammaw❣

Today is my Mammaw (Emily Frances New) Ridge's birthday. 

I remember her yummy Martha Washington bonbons and peanut butter balls that she made every Christmas. 

I remember crawling into a freezing feather bed in the room across the hall and searching for a warm spot. 

I remember her delicious chicken and dumplings.
 
I remember that she liked to cook, but hated washing dishes (like me, the dishes part). And Mom said Mammaw got every pot and pan dirty in the cooking process.

I remember my brothers peeing off of her back porch.
 
I remember going out to the outhouse and being afraid that a snake would crawl up the hole and bite me. And I remember when she got a real bathroom in her house❣ 

I remember sleeping on the couch in her living room on Christmas Eve and seeing my parents set up my little brother's toys and accepting that they were Santa Claus.

I remember my Mammaw coming down to Alexandria with Uncle Gene to see how we were after our automobile accident 49 years ago. 

I remember her supervising my mother's painting of our living room when I was in high school. 

I remember Mammaw getting off the Continental Trailways Bus looking like she had just made a five minute ride, when actually she had been on the bus the entire day.

I remember that we missed my Mammaw's funeral in 1993, and Jr. said he wished we had gone there.

Born August 15, 1895 and died December 13, 1993. She lived to be 98 years old❣

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Lost but Found

These two rascals ran away from me when we went out for our morning walk yesterday. 

After about an hour and one-half the hunter (beagle) Flip heard us calling by the creek and came to us. 

But Flip left his black buddy Nismo and his GPS collar on the other side of the deep wet creek. 

I was devastated😩 

Nismo is our grand-dog. 
Nismo is our son's dog. 
Nismo is still a puppy dog. 
Nismo is a city dog. 
Nismo is a sweet dog. 
Nismo is an enthusiastic follower dog. 
I thought that we had lost Nismo the Dog.

Our son left his job in The Big City and drove three hours to come here to help us find Nismo in our woods. While our son climbed in and out of the wet creek about three times, Nismo just showed up at my husband's Kimco four-wheeler. 

Whew! 
And Nismo went home this morning! 
Back to The Big City! 
Back to our son!
So glad Nismo is safe and with his boss❣


Thursday, August 4, 2016

Lindy Loopy and Baby Shower Crafts


This is my latest Lindy Loopy for my niece Emily's baby Ginny due mid-September. The onesie I used for this one had no interesting shape, so I just went "wonky." The measuring tape ribbon under the label is my temporary trademark.

And so funny that one of the gifts at Em's tea party on Sunday was a stuffed pink elephant.



This future baby girl has brought out the "crafty" in all of us. This is the future granny's beautiful gift bow creation.



And Auntie Amanda whipped up this lovely diaper cake centerpiece. 

Fun times❣












Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Trouble with Instagram?

Just Update on the App Store❣
It took me two tries, but now everything works❣
Still trying to figure out why our electricity was out for three hours yesterday. I called to report it at 4:00 pm. At 7:00 pm we were almost in the dark, so I phoned again. Five minutes later we had light❣

Hmmm. 
How coincidental is that?

Think they forgot to flip our switch?

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery


Back 40 years ago, my "best friend" had a copy made of my antique ring that my aunt gave to me when I was 13 years old. When I mentioned this to my mom, she said to me, "Imitation is the highest form of flattery." But I never was quite sure how to feel about my BFF "stealing" my jewelry style. I got over it. I still wear my ring and have for over 50 years. The "best friend" didn't stick around that long. Maybe she found someone else to copy.

Speaking of copying, one of my final student jobs in college back in 1970 was as assistant to a professor of English at my university. Most of my peers thought that I helped grade/score multiple choice tests and read essays for spelling and grammar mistakes. But my most intensive task (for $1 an hour) was to check essays and written projects for plagiarism. Since Google didn't come into existence until the late 1990's, all I could do was check footnotes with books/ magazines. (Remember those crazy things that we had to manipulate on mostly manual typewriters at the bottom of the pages of our papers and also the superscript numbers to signal you to look down at them? Grrrr)

So for two semesters I spent lots of hours in the air-conditioned university library paging through hundreds of books about Shakespeare (England's most infamous plagiarizer) and many other English language related books or magazines. Thanks to footnotes which were required back then, I checked whether direct quotes were punctuated correctly with quotation marks and whether indirect quotes were paraphrased but still documented with footnotes. And I looked for language/style that read as EL (Encyclopedia Language). As a university senior in English Education, my employer and I thought that I could recognize words and writing style that did not quite fit writing for my underclassmates. (Chuckle, chuckle!) A Google search would have made my job more accurate and far more enjoyable. But that luxury did not exist. Nor did any computer.

But computer searches do exist today. You can be assured that I am not the only one who uses them to check sources/facts.

I don't even earn $1 an hour, but I find out if what I read and hear is "original" or maybe just a very good copy.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Wasps😡 and Heat😡

Don't know which is worst. 

This unbearable heat or stinging wasps!

Can't get ahead of the weeds, since working outside in the early mornings is too humid.

I won't work outside in the middle of the day, since I will surely get sun stroke.

And beginning a yard job that is impossible to finish in an hour is not what I like to do after supper

Can't use my swollen hand/arm from a wasp sting as excuse much longer.



I'm doomed😩


Friday, June 24, 2016

Recycle It--Strange Country Folks

Why do some folks who live out in the country next to huge forests and fields throw their garden/lawn compost into the weekly trash pick-up?

When we lived in The Netherlands, we lived next door to really nice Dutch neighbors who at one time had been real farmers. After retiring, they still lived in the farmhouse and had a veggie garden, a couple of ponies, a dog, and a flower garden. But they threw their garden waste in the weekly trash pick-up.

In the early 2000's, our Dutch village garbage and compost pick-up became a paid service. We were charged by the weight of the garbage we left in our containers on pick-up day. I actually found this system quite challenging and interesting. We learned to separate our trash and to use recycling containers in the village for paper and glas. I don't remember about the metal recycling, so we must not have had much of that. 

Besides being issued a special garbage container coded especially for us so that we could be charged, we were issued a green container for compost/garden/lawn waste. We were also charged for that weight. Luckily our friendly gardener had already started a compost heap out behind our garage, so we never paid to dispose of that waste. It just rotted and turned into good stuff to be returned to the veggie garden or my flowerbeds. And as we lived at the end of a farm road, no one had any problem with our "heap." Not even us😘

I still wonder why our Dutch neighbors paid to send their compost and twigs to the village compost center. Well, this morning I went to deposit real trash for today's pick-up and saw that my neighbor here in the US was doing the same as my former neighbor in The Netherlands.

We live out in the "sticks," folks, and they were leaving bags of sticks, dirt, and garden waste for the garbage collectors. 😩😩😩

Duh❣Should I show my neighbors my compost heap out behind our barn?