I Have an Assignment

We’re leaving in a few days for my Uncle Bud’s 90th Birthday Party. We can’t wait! My uncle asked me to bring the photos that belonged to Grandma. Mom took them home for safekeeping.

Now, Grandma passed away in 1999 which means Mom brought the photos home around 1997-98. Mom passed in 2004. Since that time, I’ve been married two times, widowed once, and downsized over 95% of my personal belongings, and moved twice. Mix that with a brain that’s nearly 30 years older and that could be a recipe for disaster…or disappointment at the very least.

Mr. FixIt went to the bowling alley last night so it was a good time to rummage around for those pictures. Eureka…I went right to them! They’re all jumbled up so I’m going to have to do some sorting this week. The only thing I haven’t found yet is the family Bible. Honestly, I don’t recollect having it. I do remember seeing it at Grandma’s at some point so I hope I have it.

Mom was the keeper of the memories. I’m going to have to make copies of these photos because once I send them on, I’ll never see them again.

Other than that, I didn’t get a lot done. I mowed a spot in the front yard that I missed on Saturday. I stretched out for my Sunday afternoon nap. I fed my starter so I can try sourdough one more time. I am a glutton for punishment, as my Mom used to say.

Mr. FixIt got the starter off of my truck. (Ha! We both worked on starters!) We’ll take it into town today and have the auto parts store put it on their computer to find out if that’s the problem or not. My husband blows my mind. He can do ANYTHING! I haven’t had a husband that could fix things…we just hired it out. Think of the money we could have saved! Yes, indeed…he didn’t get the name Mr. FixIt for nothing.

Please stay safe over the holiday. We need you here!

Till tomorrow, dear ones…

Ginny

“and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.”
‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭4‬:‭11‬-‭12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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What a week!

The travel was riddled with fits and starts. I got cellulitis in my foot. My brother was admitted to the hospital.

Whew!

But things are looking up! My foot is much better. My brother was discharged from the hospital and is feeling much better. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.

After taking two days to get here and thirty hours without sleep, I discovered that it was just the beginning of my vacation misadventures. The morning after my arrival, I noticed a small spot on my foot about the size of a postage stamp. Within two days, it was obvious I had cellulitis. I remember my sandals rubbing on my foot on the first day of travel. Then I walked what felt like a hundred miles through airports on those dirty, germ-filled carpets and got an infection. My foot was hot, red, and swollen by Saturday, so I went to a Quick Care. I was given an antibiotic and instructed to return if it wasn’t better. It was worse this morning. Another trip to the Quick Care and a different antibiotic with instructions to go to the ER if it wasn’t any better in 24-48 hours.

We’ve been so busy this week getting things together before I leave for a month in Colorado. In the middle of it all, we had a funeral, the dryer broke, and the garden was getting out of control. I still had boxes of fabric in the family room that needed to go downstairs. We grabbed the bull by the horns and started working on the dryer. We went to a place in town that sells appliance parts a bought a couple of things to try. They didn’t work, and without giving it much thought, we put the darned thing back together. Mr. FixIt took the parts back yesterday and got the one we needed. He is so kind to let me help when we do these projects, and I learn a lot. YouTube is irreplaceable! We got the dryer working in tiptop shape, and I started catching up on the laundry.

I sat down at my desk last night to write this, and the Ring camera at the farm sent a motion sensor notification. Even though I’m out there quite a bit, I like to keep an eye on the place since it was broken into last winter. I turned on the live camera feed and watched. I could see something dart in front of the camera, but it was too fast to identify. I kept watching and saw nothing, so I turned on the speaker and microphone to see if I could catch anything… or anyone. I called out a couple of times and didn’t get a response. Shortly afterwards, I got quite the surprise!

Just a photo dump for this evening. We’ve had quite a day. We're almost ready to open the pool (we’re running a bit behind schedule this year due to the excessive rain). Then the motor on the pump crapped out. We lost one of our dear friends and classmates yesterday morning. She was the pastor who officiated our wedding. Yesterday was hot, sticky, and the humidity in the house was 98% here in West Virginia! Trying desperately to keep the house cool by not cooking more than I possibly have to. I have to figure out how to bake our bread without heating the house up. I’ll be back tomorrow with a proper post! If you are reading this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m just here to share what’s happening in our day-to-day lives on our tiny homestead!

It sure feels like we’re living in the Amazon! West Virginia is currently experiencing hot and muggy conditions. I was going to stay out at the farm for a couple of days, but Mr. FixIt called me yesterday morning to say the kids invited us out for dinner. I stayed as long as I could. I decided to take my box of stuffed toys from my childhood home, and when I was in the basement, I turned on the dehumidifier. Now there’s one in the basement and another on the main floor. That should help keep things from mold and mildew.

Those of you who have been following me for some time are aware of my strong attachment to my grandma’s farm. It’s the home of my heart. Every squeak of the wood floor, every creak as the house settles for the night…even the smell of old varnished wood reminds me I’m home. Grandma’s been gone since ’99, my mom since ’04, and my Uncle Bob since ’08. Finally, the time came to sell the old place. Fortunately, I became friends with the new owners. They know what the place means to me, so in exchange for mowing the yard, I get to stay here whenever I want.

I worked for days getting everything just so. The house was festive and tidy. It smelled of roast pork, chili, and cinnamon rolls, and everything came out together and perfectly. Our first to guests arrived precisely at 1:00 as scheduled. The Former Mrs. FixIt and the daughter she so generously shares with me were dressed in their holiday finest. We knew our son and his family would not be coming because of Covid, so we sat and talked and nibbled on fudge and cookies while I put the finishing touches on the meal. I made the frosting for the cinnamon rolls, then we took our drinks to the living room and chatted.

I’ll put icing on these today before we sit down with our chili and pulled pork sandwiches.

Mr. FixIt and I both worked on the house yesterday. He’s great with the vacuum and…God bless him…he cleans the toilets. Let’s just say my aim is far more accurate. Why is it men can see a buck on the hillside three football fields away, but they can’t hit an 18” vessel when they’re standing right in front of it? Am I the only one this bothers? I didn’t raise boys…just husbands,, so I guess my tolerance is a little lower! lol