Trouble, Stay Away from My Door

Ever have one of those stretches where you just can’t shake that black cloud that’s over you?

Well, I’ve been here, not writing, but looking over my shoulder at dark clouds. I know: into each life some rain must fall.

Our neighbors are building a new house next door. I can’t fault them: we did the same thing. The difference is that we are living here full-time while their construction is going on.We see what’s being done, and the project manager assured me that if something goes wrong, they will fix it immediately. I said to him, I don’t WANT you to have to fix it: I’d like you to do it right the first time.

This is only one of the stretches that we are going through, but it’s enough to give you an idea.

Any prayers or good karma you can move our way, we’d appreciate it.

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Road Trip

We all are up early this morning, courtesy of the state of New Jersey.

It seems that in my spare time, I need to travel 45 miles from our house to a state government office and verify the fact that I  am citizen of the state of New Jersey.

Never mind that I am registered and have actually voted here, worked not one but two positions here, lay my head on my pillow in my home in the Garden State…they need proof.

  
Well, there in my black bag is my entire life in the state of New Jersey. Past history in this state has proven you can give them the world in documents but they’ll always ask for one more. This bag has everything but the kitchen sink. So for this morning, I’ll be Don(na) Quixote, tilting my lance at governmental windmills  

 

Sailing away

As Labor Day sails into distance, I can only wonder,what is coming down the pike.

We were informed that next week the office I have spent the summer in, and we are moving back to an ugly, mustard colored room with no windows.I have to admit I am not looking forward to it. I got spoiled having a view of the boats and water.

Perhaps something better will come along, or maybe we’ll be able to keep this office a little longer.Either way, it has been an enjoyable summer,and where else could I get a job that I’d be able to wear my fit bit zip and get 3000 steps a day during 30 minutes for lunch.

Not a bad dig!

  

The 2000’s

I have been watching the series on the 2000’s that has been airing on the National Geographic channel. Sure, you’ve watched the ” I love the 70’s”, or 80’s thru 2000 on VH1, but this is more meatier and more from a historical view.

Some things are hard to see again, like the bombing of the USS Cole and 9/11, but at the same time, you had to see Gore versus Bush election 2000, with memories of hanging chads.I feel this series is pretty well put together, but occasionally there are things that are kind of bizarre.

For instance, Kelly from the first season of Survivor was on speaking about when she was in the show. They must not have gotten enough people to speak about 9/11, because they kept her around to talk about the attacks on the World Trade Center. Huh?

I am sure they will do more in this series, and if you enjoy looking back at history, you should give this series a go.

Living out of a suitcase…sort of

Our home of twelve years was sold last June.

I’m not due to retire until this coming January, God willing.

I’m living at my late parent’s house. it is truly transitional housing.

What does this spell?

My handbag is my life.

Women accessorize.It’s a given. Fashion’s fifth avenue has more than enough magazines where you can blink and you still won’t miss the newest handbags on the editorial fashion pages, if not the ads.We are taught that it is an extension of ourselves. Sure it is, until we have our first chiropractic visit or physical therapy trying to regain a normal state in our shoulders, arms or back.Yes, you, reading this rubbing your sore shoulder. You know what I am talking about.

Most working women have their lives, to some degree in a handbag.After all, we carry them, we keep our transit fares in them, our building passes in them, house keys in them, make-up in them, cell phone, e-reader, and so on, and so on…you catch my drift?

Well, being between two houses, I am in a constant state of,” Oh, I might need this:I’ll put it in my bag.” That’s starts one thing, and as Jim likes to call it, you end up having an avalanche effect.For example, as soon as I post this blog, I have to figure out to get a few pounds off the handbag.**chuckling**I know many women, myself included, who could clean out their handbag twice weekly and still wake up in the morning wondering what gremlin got in and throws even more stuff in our handbags.

I thought I was saying something when I went to a Vera Bradley bag, thinking cloth has to be lighter than leather.Yeah, right.The material doesn’t matter,when you put your belongings into it.

I am going to post this, and then,well, my handbag is not the fabric of the picture below but it is of this style, which of course, is so serviceable that Vera Bradley discontinued it!**sigh**
I will go and try to lighten the load.Of course, it goes without saying that I look forward to the time I’ll be living in our new home and won’t need my “stuff’ clogging up my handbag.

Feel free to share your handbag stories with me. I’m all ears.

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Compostman strikes again

If you remember in a previous post, the former Shingleman, Jim, now known as Compostman, has gotten into organic gardening. I, for one, am shocked at the degree that plants are coming up in the grow station where he planted them. Perhaps it is the compost,I don’t know. We have tomato plants, pepper plants, peas, beans, kale and other things planted there.

Today Compostman resurfaced, and decided to make a raised flower bed.This was due to the fact that we got another round of seeds.He decided to used materials left over by the builders when they were done here at Undisclosed. He worked for a few hours, amidst the mosquitoes, humidity and sun, and did exactly what he set out to do. We went out and got more soil so we could finish it off properly, and he planted carrots, cucumbers and winter squash.

I admire my Compostman. He has embraced the idea and to see things actually growing is quite rewarding.He’s a good guy.

Below is a shot of our new garden bed!

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Getting there

Allegedly, if all the planets line up in order**notice tongue in cheek** my plumber band other folks will be working up finishing the house this coming week.

I for one, have heard so many stories that it’s hard to believe. The Corian countertop is to be delivered Tuesday or Wednesday and the electrician is due down Thursday. Can it actually mean escape from the cottage?

Stay tuned!

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