Sunday, February 8, 2009
I don't expect a ticker tape parade or anything, but wow. I was surprised to see that this is my 500th entry. Thanks for coming along for the ride!
Speaking of which, yesterday was AWESOME! The wind died down, the sun came out (for a while at least) and we hit a record-breaking 70 degrees. It was truly wonderful and a much-needed pleasant afternoon for both the mother and I.
We looked at several and purchased a few things for the house, I got some scrapbooking bargains, and I got something hellacool for my room. (More on that in another post.)
Without intending to, I created a project for myself. The mother had her heart set on a cast iron bell. She wants to replace the one hanging out in the carport. I'm all for that. I've never liked that thing.
Besides, I think this new bell is kind of cool. The problem is that the hardware for the clapper isn't flush with the bell so the whole thing hangs down unevenly. I made the mistake of inspecting it and then saying, "I could probably drill this out a little..." Yeah. Me and my big mouth!
Hopefully though, I WILL be able to do it. But not today. Today has got to be about laundry. It's piling up, much to my chagrin.and i'm starting to run out of clothes. And, the now melted snow managed to do some nasty splashing on the legs of both the jeans I had on yesterday and the khakis I wore to work Friday. I need to try and get those stains out before they get good and set.
So, I'm off to get into Irish washer-woman mode. But, I can't do that without giving a nod to the original Irish washer-woman herself, me sainted grandmother. That's her in the photo. Of course, I never knew her when she looked like that! She was quite a lady. And, if she were still alive, today she would be 99! Ninety-nine? Man, that just doesn't even seem possible.
Of course, she was well ahead of her time. She didn't marry young Tom until she was 28 and didn't have the mother until she was 32 -- both unheard of in the 1930s and '40s.
Even though she isn't here to celebrate it, happy birthday, Gram. I still miss you.