Ooooh, Ahhhh, Shiny

My daughters future mother in law held a very nice bridal shower for her this last week end. The food and company was tops. Her home is spacious and comfortable, but still, I couldn’t help thinking as I looked around at everyone’s restrained and sedate demeanor that on the inside they all were going like this.


I know I was, and I did hear a few whispers of having anniversary showers by the older ladies in the crowd. And why not? I am sure they have given their share of gifts over the years, and who doesn’t want a new vegetable grater now and then.

I personally would go for a new set of matching anything.

Well maybe no, because upon contemplation, I do kinda like my mismatched, hodge podge, surprise me belongings just the way they are. For the may be tattered and used, slightly cracked or patched back together, but they have history and stories to tell, just as my daughters shiny new things will someday.

So I guess we could have anniversary showers, and gather together to oooh and ahhh over the treasures one as accumulated over the course of a marriage. It might be truly fun, and revitalizing to have a show and tell.

Hum……I wonder🤔

Nah, it wouldn’t work, because often ones treasures may glisten and glimmer with sparkles of love for them, but to others, they just look like a pile of junk.

Sigh….I think I will  have to pass on that possible public spectacle if I want to keep my illusions of grandeur.

Still, with that in mind, I now wish upon my daughter the happiness of a day far in future, when all her shiny new things have transformed into a radiant pile of junk.


Attic Boxes


As I am going through the many boxes from my mother’s attic, I continue to find the unexpected. Last Sunday I opened the box above and was surprised by more than forty (I quit counting at forty, I am lazy like that) stunning baskets resting within.


The colors are heavenly, and each one is unique.


They have been carefully hand stitched by someone with meticulous patience.


Some of them have been stitched onto fabric and a few of them have a  bow sketched at the top of the handle. I wonder if the intent was to embroidery this part?


The blocks were being put together with this completely inappropriate (in my opinion) polyester rainbow fabric. It is interesting fabric, just not for this.


Yes 😍


No 😑

Anyway, I think this entire project will be lovingly put back in the box, until I muster up the courage to work with it, and the skill to not ruin it. Both of which are far far away.

Blessings Belinda


The Birthday Grouch

Yesterday was my Birthday. I am 56. I am chuckling inside at the moment because it is another one of those years where I think I am the wrong age. So all year I truly thought I was 56, and then voila, my birthday comes around and I am surprised to find I have once again gained a year instead of aging up. Thus there are some benefits to being scatter brained 😉

It was a good birthday for many reasons, one of them is coming to recognize that if I don’t let others celebrate me, I won’t have anything to grouch about 🙄 and I do love to birthday grouch. I am not quite sure how to have a birthday without it. Hummm…..perhaps I should give it a try next year? What a perfect way to confuse the heck out of everyone. Yep, that could definitely be fun, hehehe.

I was taken to lunch by a very old friend, we celebrated our 50th anniversary with some tasty flautas and good conversation.

Then I spent the afternoon with Liebe Lee and my mother laying out the quilt they are making together, and fussing over the one my mother and I started. Liebe Lee followed the YouTube directions and so everything is going smoothly, whereas I on the other hand improvised……sigh 😑


When we came home later that evening my oldest and the grandsons were making pizza and we splurged on eclairs. I was serenaded opera style, and in the doings of the evening I discovered how to eliminate the reason I have always hated my birthday. For you see it is that singing part, where everyone is looking and you’re sitting doing nothing but wanting to disappear. Well, if you sing along, join in the fun and sing happy birthday to me in the silliest way possible, you can forget about the eyes of others.

So it was an all around very good day. Oh yes I also received a splendiforous gift! An email arrived as I was turning in for the night, my sweet cousin is coming for a visit next month. This was the sprinkles on the icing of my cake.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

❤️ Belinda


Old Dogs


We were not a dog family for most of my children’s childhoods. There were too many instances of vicious dog attacks towards my children by my brothers out of control dog, thus all they knew was terror in conjunction with dogs. It was truly very sad that no one would address the problem, so we actually had to stop visiting with family for several years because it was not safe. This history is what has made our dog Sammy such a blessing in our lives. We rescued her from animal control over thirteen years ago, and she has made canine converts out of us all. Still, she is slowing down quite a bit lately and I am not looking forward to the heartbreak looming out there in the not to distant future………😔



Artichokes! We are on our second picking. They are so delicious when eaten the same day as picked. I had forgotten about the bonus freshness provides.



Bat Bunny has settled into the backyard again now that she doesn’t need to compete with the cat for territory. She will hop up and eat out of your hand. It must be going on four or five years since we got her and she was at the pound not a baby. Hum….she is not wild, but then again she is not caged, thus google is very unsatisfying when trying to determine her live span.



Here are some sweet young things. Introducing the fuzzy little chicks, Chris, Martin and Zaboomafoo. Our newest additions. Now to cull an old tired bird to get back under the cities chicken limit.


The grandson is young and sweet too, but perhaps I should keep that to myself. For I am not sure if it would go over well with him. He is too old, and simultaneously, not old enough to appreciate the sentiment, but secretly, he is sweet 😉


Then last but not least, it sure makes this tired grandma happy to come home to a May basket awaiting discovery on her bed. Sweet sweet William. Thank you ❤️

Ps. You are seeing right, I don’t make my bed 😧 I tried for awhile, but you know what they say, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks 😜


Going with the flow 😎

I find it particularly apt that the daily prompt is Knackered, because gosh golly almighty am I tired tonight. Not just physically, but mentally too 😑

I spend Friday afternoons with my mother in her expansive third floor sewing room.


I have cleared enough space to begin a project, and decided to  get started on something rather than finish the complete task of cleaning, so that perhaps we can finish a few quilts before she no longer can actively participate.

Well, today I hit several bumps in the road of my plan. Something as simple as finding the iron took over an hour because my mother has been squirreling things away into the strangest and obscure places as her Alzheimer’s remained undiagnosed for years.

Additionally, I am sewing on a Swedish machine I have never used before, and doing this without a manual adds a hint of excitement to the process. At least I managed to figure out the basics by trial and error. I will just ignore all the fancy stuff it appears to possess.

Still, as frustrating as the iron debacle and alien machine from outer space were, they are solved.  The iron now rest in its place, and I can sew a straight line. It is the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to make a quilt, and today I learned my mother has forgotten, this might just possibly slow us down a wee bit. 😧

Regardless, even with the interesting challenges, and the many many many! ups and downs of the stairs, it was a very good day and progress was made. Most importantly, my mother enjoyed herself, and my father received a much needed break from his caregiving duties.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

😴 Belinda


The Pit

Liebe Lee hired into the job as the gopher at work. This position is traditionally available for the males in the family when they reach a mature enough age to show up for work on time, repetitively, which of course differs greatly for each of them. However that is really besides the point of Leibe Lee so never mind.

Anyway she asked if they would hire her and of course my brothers being the sons of my mother, and knowing that she likes to work hard, had no problem with this idea.

So she spent the first several days cleaning up metal chips, going on will calls, cutting steel, and any other thing anyone wanted done. Then she was pulled into a new construction project of an isolation pad for testing seismic simulators.

Well all I can say is that after spending three days in the pit, roasting in the So Cal Summer heat, tying up rebar for the pour this coming Monday, she was exhausted. She also discovered that push brooms, when used properly, make you sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. 😦

Still she is enjoying herself immensely. and is looking forward to whatever is next, and I suppose the paycheck didn’t hurt much either. 🤑



Liebe Lee Was Here


I remember when my brother and I put our Zoro masks on and went around the outside of the house and painted a Z on all the surfaces we could find. Boy did we get in trouble.  Somehow I don’t think this is quite the same, and she for sure is not in trouble for liking to paint on the house when it comes out looking like this. ❤️