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The Supberb Owl

A Valentine from Nan. Her envelope with the sweet kitty Love stamp tucks inside the bag opening.

A Valentine from Deb over at Learning 2 Just Breathe. It was too big for the book, but worked with a little sticking out if I turned it sideways. I made a heart paperclip to hold the valentine in place.

Teague introduced me to this John Denver song: Friend, I will remember you, think of you, pray for you. And when another day is through, I'll still be friends with you. The teddy bears were stamped and cut out. The right hand page, slips into the tuck spot created by the bottom of the bag.

A Valentine from Calli and Quill: Rose are red, Violets are blue, Put food in our dish, And clean up our poo.

From my tablemate, Lee, when we took the 2017 Reggie Ezell year-long class. Lee always draws lambs and has sent me a valentine every year since our class. The envelope with the 2026 Love stamp featuring birds and hearts and a very clear Love postmark slips into the bag opening.

The Valentine from Himself was too big for the book. A little slice and dice solved the problem. The bottom heart acts as a pocket. When opened, it also has his signature. The top of the card fits into the pocket and is held in place with the paperclip.

Lindsays' suggestion was S.W.A.K. Sealed with a kiss. How we used to decorate the back of an envelope back in the day.

On his birthday in memory of Darrell, I met him in computer school, and he became the brother of my heart.  The quote from the Wizard of Oz to the Tin Man: ...a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you were loved by others. Happy 84th Birthday, Derry!

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Sunrise, Friday, February 20. Red sky in the morning, Sailor take warning

Some snow avalanched off the solar panels. I hope none of the little critters got buried.

Red sky in the morning and snow it begins

Not much of a storm. 1.5 inches of snow. There might have been more snow, but during the overnight hours, we got some sleet. The top layer of snow was a hard crust.

"A" came to clear the stairs, walk, the mailbox, and to remove the slush from the end of the driveway.

The Tundra

The squirrels were busy this morning as we wait for Da Snow

The weather dudes have been dancing and wishing all Winter. They are finally getting the big one. A storm is coming up the East Coast, known as a Nor'easter. It has the potential for blizzard conditions. I'm in the 12 -18 inch path though the weather dudette this morning said we might be on the line for the up to 2 feet.

I think this is a much more accurate weather map for the 600th day of February. Will someone knock that insipid smile off the face of the snowman? Is it July, yet?

Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

Watch me make 5 fun things for art journaling in less than 5 minutes

The Friday Five Good Things

 Five good things that happened this week.

1. We had a nice Valentine's Day dinner at home. Himself gave me a beautiful steak to cook and he made his awesome mashed potatoes and a salad.

2. I got a lovely text message from a former student.

3. I had a check up at the dentist, look, Ma, no cavities or other problems

4. A 40° day felt like a warm Spring day so Teague and I went out for ice cream.

5. I love my Tuesday afternoon online calligraphy class. It's a nice group of women and we had such a fun class.

How was your week?

TBT Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

 In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by. 

July 18, 2007

New World Order

Since Ma and Dad first were married 64 years ago, Ma managed the purse strings, and Dad got an allowance. Instead of working as a team, both of them have this silly “my money – your money” concept. Their system generally worked fine until about 20 years ago when Ma became addicted to the phony lotteries and scam artists, and she whizzed through their savings. She blithely writes checks without having the funds to cover them. The bank happily slaps her with finance charges though they are generous in charging only $5 per bounced check instead of the $35 per check most banks charge their customers. The finance charges add up to a tidy sum per month.

A city girl, born and bred, Ma hated the town they moved to. She wants to move. She wants to move back to East Boston and into an apartment for $100 per room. She wants her rent to be $300 or $400 per month, utilities included!

She wants to teach Dad a lesson so she issued him an ultimatum. She will no longer pay for "anything". So, Dad took her up on her challenge. He went to their bank, had his social security check removed from the direct deposit to Ma’s checking account. He went to another bank, opened up his own account and authorized his social security check to be direct deposited into the account. Yes, you can say it. It’s about #%@#@ time!

I was concerned initially he might not be able to handle the expenses, especially the property taxes which are paid quarterly.

He said he would be able to manage. "I'll do alright as long as I can hold her off."

"Her" I assumed was Ma. "What do you mean?"

"The other day she asked me to write out a check so she could send it to one of the scammers."

Altogether now, 

"What happened?"

"I told her 'No!'"

I think Dad's enjoying himself. Long live the King!

The Empty Page Journal

 

I'm taking a 6 month journal workshop called The Empty Page with Lindsay Ostram. It's an approach to get over the fear of staring at a blank page and not knowing what to do. In a live video class, Lindsay steps us through projects with suggestions for tools and how to make your own journal fodder.

Above is the February homework page. Lindsay sent her artwork to be traced, colored with water colors, and doodled.

On the opposite page is a companion piece, a work in progress. "Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; They are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." - Marcel Proust

T Stands for Love Has Wings

On Valentine's Day I woke up to a large package in my shade of blue from Himself. First, a cup of tea.

Fragile — it must be Italian! from “A Christmas Story”

Inside, not a sexy, leg lamp, but an adorable pig planter and the pig has wings!

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.