At the end of the day …

IMG_0001-XLThe weather is sunny and the air is warm and it’s just about damn near perfect as far as I am concerned.  Then again, it was what?  20*F the other day?  Anything above 50*F … that would be a proper 10*C for the rest of the free world … is damn good for me.  I’m not picky.

I have some big time watersealing to do tomorrow and it’s assembly time on Thursday or Friday.


So after work …

IMG_0007-XLI started making a frame to cover the top of my new strawberry bed to keep the birds and the squirrels out of it.  I’m thinking the strawberries would be much better in my belly and in my grandkid’s tummy’s versus some doggone squirrel’s belly.  So I think that I outsmarted the two squirrels that hang in and around my place.

It’s kind of weird how I came up with the design especially since I was do dead set on doing something else.  But I had a dream and in that dream I was talking with a couple of the older gentlemen from the lumberyard that I used to work at.  I recall how vivid it was and how I drew it all out for them so they could see what I was doing.  Then Pappy Davis and Ol’ Dave jut sorta looked at me and started laughing.  I heard them both say “You’re over thinking it kid.  Just do it this way instead.”

Yeh, I’m one of those that thinks you can communicate with the dead or, at the very least, they still try to communicate with us.  All you have to do is listen to what surrounds you and sometimes you can speak to them in your dreams.  I woke up after I had the dream and all I could think of was “Now why didn’t I think of that?”  It’s going together beautifully so far.

Yayayyayaya, I realize it may sound goofy and bat shit crazy to some people, but it was very real to me.

I hate those kind of nights.

Sleep. Or the lack there of. Those nights when I lie in bed wanting to fall asleep but I can’t. I toss and then I turn and then I toss some more. Nothing that I do seems to help me find that sweet spot in bed where I’m comfortable. I’m too hot and then I’m too cold and I wish I knew what the secret blend of just the right amount of blankets was.  Nothing is right.

And then the house makes noises.  It always makes noises.  It’s just I’m getting pissed because I can’t fall asleep and every little sound jolts me back awake. The conversation in my head goes something like ..

“What was that?”

“Probably nothing.”

“Are you sure?”


“There it is again. Something is in the house.”

“It’s probably one of the cats.”

“Are you sure? How can you be sure?”

“Because all the doors are locked and secured.”

“Yeh. But what if it was a zombie?

“I’d shoot it with Mister 9MM.”

“Yeh but you’re in bed and not fully clothed and it is.”

“What would a zombie care if I wasn’t fully clothed? What the hell am I thinking about zombies for? I gotta quit watching “The Walking Dead” before I go to bed. Now go to sleep.”


“There it is again. I told you a zombie was in the house and you didn’t listen”

“There is no zombie in the house.”

“Oh …….. what if it’s Bigfoot?”

“Shut up brain.”

And at the end of the day …

IMG_0004-XLMost of the snow is now gone bringing us back to where we were about a little over a week ago.  It feels good to look out to the west and see the sun setting.  Maybe it doesn’t mean much to others and maybe others take it for granted, but I enjoy seeing it.  There have been so many grey days over the course of the past few months and tonight the setting sun is good for the soul.

This is how we prefer our water now.

IMG_0015-XLMelted and not frozen.  That’s more like it.  Plus, it shows that we’re putting time and distance between that white stuff and all of that cold weather.  We like that even more. It’s time to put the heated bird bath away and go with the cement one instead.

So back to the garden and finishing up on the new strawberry bed.  That wet snow we received helped to settle the dirt in the new beds.  Give it another 2 weeks and I’ll be ready to plant flowers in the one and I think I can get ready to uncover the strawberry in another week or so.  So I have another week or two to finish the cage for the new strawberry bed so I can transplant when all is ready.  That will keep that pesky squirrel that I have around my place from getting in there and eating all before I can pick them.

Art Sunday #19: Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory


The Persistence of Memory is a 1931 painting by artist Salvador Dali, and is one of his most recognizable works.  First shown at the Julien Levy Gallery in 1932, the painting has been in the collection of the Museum of Modern Art (MoMa) in New York City since 1934 which received it from an anonymous donor. It is widely recognized and frequently referenced in popular culture, though it is commonly better known by the more descriptive (though incorrect) titles, ‘The Soft Watches’ or ‘The Melting Watches’.