Blooms and other stuff....

I would hate to have to count the blooms on this bunch of Asiatic lilies...they are the gift that keeps on giving.  And isn't that bunch of violets just simply gorgeous?  I can never pull them up...I would not mind having a whole bed of them.

Looking down on the from the top...you can also see shamrock to the side...I can pull those up, but I don't mind them growing either.  So I usually let them go a while.

Just a couple close-ups...

That is all from this lily, though I think I still have another color to bloom.  And if I can see my neighbor out, I am going to her house...she has some of the pretties, darkest Asiatic lilies I have ever seen.

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I have not been accomplishing very much.  I worked on a couple cabinet drawers yesterday at one point, plus some shelves, and threw away quite a few things.  Things I am not proud of having.  I had probably 3 dozen little packets of Taco Bell sauce...our Taco Bell has been closed for over a year.  Why did I still have them?  Just one item in a bunch odds and ends.

Also yesterday, I was thinking about mowing the yard.  Not only does mowing the yard wear me out, but also having to worry about Roger.  He won't let me just go and mow...I can mow and take a break and mow some more.  It is actually good for me.  But he thinks he has to help, and I cannot relax when he is mowing.  Afraid of him falling, afraid of him having another stroke.  He had mowed the day he has his brain bleed so for him to get out mowing always strikes a note of fear for me.

Well, l had decided to wait till Thursday to mow, and who should appear later but Sarah and Lorelei, and Sarah mowed for me.  I hate for her to come after her day at work....she generally puts in long days,  and will put in almost a full day on a lot of Saturdays.  Still, I was so thankful.

Today has been a couple loads of laundry...it rained so they dried in the dryer.  My washer and dryer are in the basement.  (You cannot believe how thankful I am to be able to go up and down the stairs on my feet.)  (I am not sure I will ever take being able to walk for granted again.)

Anyway, Roger has always saved his hunting magazines and gun magazines, plus some fishing magazines.  I have not been able to bring myself to throw them away till today.  He did not have a huge stack, because before his stroke, he had actually started trying to just keep those that had articles he might want to read again/or that showed how to do something.  Still there were more than I liked to carry up the steps...but I got them up and out on the porch and used a wheel barrow to take them to the garbage can...

And can we say 'Boxes!)  I told Roger I should open up a box store.  Literally sell boxes.  Used boxes.  I tend to always save shoe boxes or small boxes just in case I need to mail something.   Today I carried most of the ones I had saved up and out...for when I next break down boxes.  Which should happen in the not too distant future.

To finish up my day I sewed a few more 4-patches.

That is what is happening in my corner of the world...how is it in yours?

Nothing much new here...

The above was taken last week, or the week before.  With my phone.  I need to experiment with some scenic shots with it.  I know it does not do good at stopping motion.  If something is moving just the tiniest bit, it results in a blurry photo. But then again, maybe it is operator error.

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I have not had a very productive week.  The yard was mowed again, and I did most of it cause Roger was otherwise occupied.  He and our neighbor were trying to get the rider to going.  It had set all last year without even being started.  It needed a new battery, so they got that done and it will run, but now the deck is sitting crooked.  Will take another day to work on that. 

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I spent a big part of Friday trying to get some forms filled out on line...with a doctor for Roger.  I could get on and fill out things, but could not connect it to the place we are going.  And they need it before we go.  I called when I first started...say maybe 9:30.  They were busy and I had to leave patient name and date of birth along with phone number.  I waited and waited and waited some more.  Finally on up in the afternoon, I decided to call again, and pressed a different extension number.

I told the girl what I needed and she started to try to connect me to the right department, but saw that they were real busy.  Something about my voice, probably the desperation in it, must have got to her.  She had pity on me and asked how far I had got.  She said, well let me try to help you.  She gave me a code number...it didn't work.  I don't remember the exact terminology but she knew something didn't match.  She thought maybe I had typed in the date of birth wrong, but I could see that I hadn't.  So she looked on her end, and it had been entered wrong there.  I bet I could have waited the rest of the day and would not have got a phone call because they had the wrong  date of birth.

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It has rained all day long...maybe a few minutes here and there it stopped.  But never for very long.  I don't think the creeks are ever going to go down enough to take Lorelei to Mansfield to wade.  Every time she is here, or coming, she wants to know if we can go.    I hate disappointing her.

Not much going on.  I hope all is well in your world.

Something Roger shared

First a photo from the antique/junk shop over in Arthur, Illinois...a cookie jar.  I did have a pig cookie jar that belonged to Roger's grandmother.  I sent it home with Sarah....wanted it to be passed on.

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We were on our way to Sarah's....she was fixing chicken kabobs and invited us to have some with them.  Plus we were picking up Lorelei for a couple nights.

We had not even got out of town till Roger told me when he was young, he wanted a gold tooth and a tattoo.  I asked how old he was, thinking he would say 6 or 7....he said, oh in his teens.  I found that hard to believe but  I about died laughing...was laughing to hard I was crying and almost had to pull off the road.

I wish I had a recording of what he said and how he said it.  He said he thought he would be cool...yeah, baby!  How would you have liked that.

I really don't know if he was in his teens when he wanted them....I just find it so hard to believe.  But thought it would be something fun for you to read!