SPRING IS ALL STRETCHED OUT

I had a lovely time gardening today. No pressure, just doing some end of summer clean up. I've noticed that Spring refuses to discuss the garden with me let alone post what she's been observing in the garden. She's angry and says that I've let her rust and that is thoughtless and rude of me. I knew about her concern in this area, but explained to her that I just haven't gotten around to the chore of getting her in shape. 'Just my point' she says. I've also told her that rusted garden art is all the 'rage' and that she's in vogue just the way she is, but she doesn't buy it and counters with her job-her reason for existing-isn't as garden art, but as a continuing, lasting and vital reporter on the garden. She's just not a static art object! I felt pretty sheepish at this point and promised to attend to her soon. She then gave me the final dig of exposing the fact that I have resisted putting Flame the flamingo in the garden yet until I preserve her with a spray protectant. I felt so guilty at this point that I committed to starting work on her tomorrow. She's also insisted that I produce pictures of her before and after her rejuvenation and let my readers decide whether she was right in her indignation.
What else can I do? She IS such a value to the garden family and her blog really is an important communication about that family, so I humbly agreed to her requests (demands).
If you're not familar with Spring and her blog, check her out by clicking on her name.

THEY REMIND ME OF TREBLES FROM STAR TREK

I can't seem to get off the computer.
I've had 's-l-o-w-n-e-s-s' problems and
lock ups. So I've cleaned,deleted,
scanned and cleared everything I
could. Can't afford professional help
right now. Also, Stacey gave me a
'Chuzzle' disc and now I'm HOOKED.
I love those fuzzy big eyed little
electronic creatures. The game takes
so long and eats up my time.
So what. I guess that
is what retirement is for.

I love their big curious eyes and how
they look around everywhere and
especially wherever my mouse points.



If I linger too long on one of them,
They Frown! What fun!


There is also a TREASURE ROOM where
awards for big scores are kept.


Here's what I've won so far.

Now it might be said that I have TOO much time
on my hands, but I am retired, AND isn't that
always said of people who are silly and having
fun!
Do you like games, computer
or otherwise, and what do
you play? Leave me a comment.

THANKSGIVING 2009-THE SIDE BAR SAYS IT ALL!

Thanksgiving was especially blessed this year as Sachio's brother Shig and his wife Shanon and their children Abby and Ty came up from San Diego for Thanksgiving week. The men bonded over deep frying the turkey and women provided (plus CostCo for the pies) all the other delicious dishes. It was a truly wonderful day.
BE SURE TO CHECK OUT ALL 3 SLIDE SHOWS IN THE SIDE BAR

SPRINGS FALL GARDEN REPORT AND PICTURES

Spring has finished her Fall Garden Report and has posted it on her blog page. I put together the slidshow above of the photos on which she reported. I am very proud of the job which she is doing. She helps make the garden a more pleasant space for me and the kitties with her recommendations and observations. I am very greatful to Andrea for giving her to me

Ooma's ARRIVED and ALIVE!!!

I just finished

installing my new

Ooma telephone

modem (after alot

of frustration, I am electronically

CHALLENGED!) and I love it.

The clarity is great and no more

phone bills! The best part.

A HUMILIATION CHALLENGE

Another blogger on
'My Own Treasure Island'
told of a prom night experience of
hers' which was a dream night come
true only to be ruined by cruel kids.
I think that the 'humiliation' was
theirs, not hers, but I am no longer 14. Her
challenge for us is to relate our 'Most
embarrassing Moment' on our own blog with a
reference back to hers. So here is my story:
My mom and I moved from the freezing
winters of northern Indiana in a small town to
glamorous Hollywood California in 1960 when I
was a tender seventeen years old. Now this was
when Hollywood and Vine was truly glamorous
and appearing on a TV show, any TV show would
be the best 15 min's. of fame anywhere. If only
all those freezing people back in the Midwest who
didn't appreciate me any way could only see me
now! (and quiet all those nasty rumors about
anyone who moves to California MUST be
pregnant). Well we did get tickets to some game
show. I really don't remember which one. I was
thrilled and just knew that they would pick me.
They didn't, but while sitting in the audience near
the end of the show all of a sudden every bright
light in the world was shining in my face and the
host was asking me an obviously easy question.
A deer in the headlights would have had more of
a warning than me. Who was I? Where was I?
What's a question? Vaguely I heard voices
around me whispering from many miles away
something that I was suppose to answer. I
finally parroted whatever it was that was said.
I 'won' a set of encyclopedias and hoped that
every TV set in Indiana had died that day.

I'M TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY OWN WAY!

A few days ago I had been so

depressed about my daughter's

inability to do something seemingly

simple to me. Just invite me over

period. Anytime. In the meantime, I

went over to my friend Aine's for the

4th of July. She has had a miraculous

change of spirit since she had her

house thoroughly cleaned from top

to bottom by her new lady. Amazing

how a change in our environment

can effect our emotions. Still, I was

depressed the next day. Next I went

for lunch at my friend Andrea's after

picking up our lunch at Applebee's

and then something for Aine at

Costco. At Andrea's I washed and

cleaned her wrought iron crystal

cabnet since her carpet which fits

under it was out for cleaning and

would return the next day. After our

visit, I dropped over to Aine's and

we went out for dinner. Being with

others and doing things for others

has really helped with my mood.

I am feeling better today although I

know that I won't be 'cheerful' again

until I get that special invitation.

You are invited for a cup of tea