Friday, September 22, 2017

Happy Birthday!

...to me.

Now you know why birthday freebies were included in this week's 'Stuff' post. After the money kicked out for peaches, plus a $500+ repair bill on the truck, I've been researching discounts and free stuff for your natal day. And there's a bunch of it on the Internet, including this post from allyou magazine.
     There's even a website, Birthday Freebies, dedicated to just this.

Weird.

Nonetheless, we'll benefit some in the next week from Panera (free birthday pastry) and our favorite, Red Robin (a birthday burger). Both places have reward clubs you need to sign up for in advance; just click on the links.

Here's how my day went --

I woke up this morning to my sweet Brick bringing breakfast in bed. He also gave me a bouquet of red roses -- and a Bigfoot birthday card. What a romantic.



Maybe I needed a cake like this...

     This afternoon was an adventure to see what I could scoop up for free during the errand run. I grabbed a loaf of garlic bread, a package of cupcakes and a bag of french bread loaves from the thrift shop's 'free bread' shelf. One bank threw a couple of dog bones in with the cash. (They saw Charley sitting in the back.) But the nicest 'present' by far was a pretty clear blue plastic piggybank from the local credit union, when the clerk heard it was my birthday. What a kind thing to do.

      I also redeemed a $10 rewards card from Lowes (expiring today) to buy an ornamental kale plant and two pansies. The pansies will brighten up the planter until frost, then hopefully will reappear in the spring. The kale plant looks interesting in a planter -- but even better, I'll be able to trim leaves from it for a few months. They make great additions to soup.

     A final stop at Chipotle for burritos (a BOGO earned from the library's summer reading program), plus the garlic bread heated, made for an easy supper. Of course, we had cupcakes for dessert!

Got some lovely flowers from the Mama, too


No visits from the girlies -- Son #1 and Daughter #2 are in North Carolina, rockhounding right now. Daughter #1 had her own responsibilities elsewhere. I'd seen them the week before, though, for a birthday supper.

A quiet, peaceful day was had...with rain falling on our parched yard by nightfall. 


Funny -- I don't feel any older. 



Patience...





Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Speaking Out





In our case, it was the girlies calling each other 'Cow.' Just this week, I was informed that if I hadn't made such a fuss about it, they would have gotten bored and stopped sooner. 
     Ahem. Sure. You bet.

National Museum Day Live 9/23 -- Get Your Free Tickets!

Just go here for specifics. 

Sponsored by the Smithsonian. Ironically, there are none in my state (Colorado). But hundreds of museums are participating. Hopefully there's one in your area!





Colds...And Cold Mornings

Charley Bear has a cold.

Charley Bear...and A Bear. (As in Rug)


So do we, apparently.

Getting up in the morning, already an exercise in discipline, has just gotten worse. Why would I want to leave that warm snuggly bed, when it's chilly outside?

No matter -- you have to. There's work to be done. But I feel like this about it all:




(And btw, I'm not the first dog.)

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Quilted Flowers on a Windy Day

Now this is a charmer --

From Pinterest...


What a great way to use up your scraps, while sewing this cheerful piece. I could even see making the daisies into chrysanthemums on an autumn-leafy background, with careful attention to color. Or white Christmas roses, backed by red and green!

It's called 'Blossoms' (of course), designed by Amanda Murphy.




Get the PDF pattern from PatternPile here.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Peaches, Mouseys...And Other Updates

     A cool breeze, fall colors just beginning down here. The Broncos won yesterday, and the CU Buffs and Michigan did their part over the weekend, as well. A hot cup of coffee...and a piece of peach pie close at hand. What more could you want?


Forgot to take a picture before we started eating...sorry.

     Well, some get-up-and-go, for starters.  Now we're back home, I've got reports to finish up, laundry to do -- and back to work on attacking The Piles that are currently infesting the house. I spent much of the weekend processing box after box of peaches, which were more than ripe, and starting to 'go.' The Brick helped some, too. The upshot of it: we have 20 or so quart bags of chopped peaches in the freezer, 2 batches of dried peaches, plus two peach pies (1 1/4 pies -- #2 is in the freezer) and a batch of tarts (ditto).
     They'll be delicious, but it took staying up until 1 a.m. or so every morning to get everything done. At least now we're caught up on episodes of The Last Ship and Fear the Walking Dead.

We brought back some boxes  for various friends and neighbors,  including Pastor Torrey and his wife. Sunday morning, we were peacefully listening to the sermon when he began talking about fruit. (I.e., what our actions produce in ours and other people's lives.) Suddenly, I heard my name -- he was thanking us from the pulpit for "the peaches from Palisade -- which are the best."

     That was strange enough -- but happened after the service was even weirder. We had at least three people sidle up and say, "Um, those peaches from Palisade...ya got any extra? We'd like some, too."

     Lesson learned: Never let your pastor peddle your peaches from the pulpit.

Two boxes are left -- but we bought those purposely green. Hopefully they'll last for another week or two, or I may just go peach-buggy.  You'll find recipes, by the way, over on the Holiday Goodies blog for pie and tarts. Go here for more.




Mousey Alert:  We were winning this war last month.  Sort of. But while we were gone, a new family must have moved in -- we've caught at least one, and I continue to hear suspicious rattling over by the newspaper pile. The snoozing dogs seem to notice nothing. So much for guarded vigilance.




Bathrooms:  Son #1 is finished with Bathroom #1 and almost done with Bathroom #2: marble, textured stone and (TA DA!) a toilet we can actually use. He just needs to move the vanity in and do the hookups, he says.
     That's good, because we're almost out of money in the savings account. Bathroom renovations, no matter how carefully you plan for them, are expensive.

Bigfoot:  In spite of great hopes that Son #1 would run across something (not literally!) during this year's bowhunting season... he didn't. No weird sounds, footprints, anything. I am really bummed.

General life: Charley the dog has a cold. He mopes around, even though his favorite person -- Karma, Daughter #2 and Son #1's dog -- is in residence.

Poor baby.

 The Brick doesn't feel that great, either. It may be a cold -- it may be just readjusting to the altitude. (We had a lot of trouble sleeping at 10,500 ft when we were camping last week...just couldn't seem to draw an easy breath.) Or it may be thinking about finances: we had to cough up more than $500 last week at the Grand Junction dealer, when the truck kept overheating. We made three separate trips to the dealer -- at a time when we should have just been luxuriating by the campsite. (On the other hand, we had several interesting conversations with people who were doing the same thing, including a guy who drove for Uber and a young couple from Quebec. (And had been sleeping in their minivan for days, while the dealer dithered on what to do.)
     'Picking up strange men and women,' we called it. A new hobby.

Second lesson learned:  Do not spend a day of your vacation hanging out in the RAM truck dealer's parking lot. It is not exciting, in spite of the (nice) people you may meet.

I am not that concerned. The bathrooms are paid for, and so are our bills. We still have cash in a few other accounts, and I have a few gigs coming up. If we need to pull money from retirement accounts, so be it. We'll be okay.
     He still worries, though.


At least Karma can hold Charley's paw now and then.


   

Happy Birthday!

...to me. Now you know why birthday freebies were included in this week's 'Stuff' po st . After the money kicked out for peach...