Friday, June 8, 2018

FLY (A Five-Minute Friday post)

I know flying is usually done up in the air with wings, and flying can mean moving rapidly or running away (fleeing), but when I think of flying, I immediately think about home maintenance!
You say, what does home maintenance have to do with flying? Well, I've been one of FlyLady's FlyBabies since September 7, 2001. Yes, that's right - four days before 9/11. FlyLady helped me deal with the horror of that time by giving me something else to focus on - the mess in my house.

FlyLady is Marla Cilley, and her website, is how I learned to keep my house in (better) order by decluttering and following a cleaning/maintenance schedule.  You establish daily routines (morning, afternoon and evening), then move on to working in your "zones."  The house is broken down into five zones that you concentrate on each week of the month.  If you don't get to it this month, then tackle it next month. There is no catching up - you just jump in wherever you are in the schedule.

Learning to "fly" means I don't get overwhelmed by all the things I feel I HAVE to do right now. It's not about perfection; it's all about progress.

So I'm flying through my housework, and making progress with "baby steps." If you want to check out her system (it's FREE), click here.


This post is part of the Five-Minute Friday link-up.  Today's writing prompt was "FLY."  For more information on Five-Minute Friday, click here.

Friday, June 1, 2018

RETURN (A Five-Minute Friday Post)

Waiting for an ice cube.
This Sunday, I'm driving to Baltimore to RETURN our dog to his original mommy, The Girl.  When she first moved to Baltimore with her husband, they didn't have their own place, so she left her animals (two cats and a LARGE dog) with us.   

They recently bought a house, so the dog has been called to reside with them.  He'll have a fenced yard and kids to play with - dog heaven!!!  

Zeke with one of the grands.
It's going to be rough for That Man, though.  He complains that he can't accomplish much with The Dog around, because The Dog always wants to play, but I know it will be rough on him.  We will miss Mr. Zeke the Dog.  His soulful dog eyes, His sweet dog face.  His happy dog yips when he sees Dairy Queen and anticipates a "pup cup" of soft serve!

But he's her dog, and a young dog needs a young family, so he and I will make the long drive east.


This post is part of the Five-Minute Friday link-up.  Today's writing prompt was "RETURN."  For more information on Five-Minute Friday, click here.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

PAUSE (A Five-Minute Friday Post)

Friday, there was a school shooting one mile from my house.  Before all the politicized STUFF starts, I wish we could all just PAUSE and ask the question, "How important are our children, really?"  Are they as important as travelers on airplanes?  Are they as important as our judges?  Are they as important as our elected officials?  Are they as important as our State and Federal employees in our government buildings?

Ask the question, why, after all the school shootings that have happened, have we not hardened our schools the way we have hardened our government office buildings, courthouses, and airports?  Why do we cling to the notion that signs, limited access points, and more gun laws alone will protect our children? 

It's time to pause, put our money where our mouths are, prove our children are indeed important, and harden our schools. Have a look...

Inside the safest school in America


This post is part of the Five-Minute Friday link-up.  Today's writing prompt was "PAUSE."  For more information on Five-Minute Friday, click here.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Mothers Day!

Mothers Day weekend had a rocky start, but it was, overall, definitely better than just okay.

It all began Thursday.  I am at the age that doctors insist you sign up for a series of invasive tests.  This time it was the dreaded colonoscopy.  FUN.  The gastroenterologist's office had mailed me a prescription and instructions for the prep to be done on Thursday.  It mainly consisted of what I can best describe as self-inflicted waterboarding.  I had to mix FOUR LITERS of water with polyethylene glycol and electrolyte powder and drink it ALL, eight ounces every ten minutes, starting at four in the afternoon.

Uh, are you kidding me???

At least there was a lemon flavor packet to supposedly make it more palatable.  Just to be safe, I started at three.  The first quart went down fairly quickly, but after that, I struggled.  And struggled.  And struggled.  The stuff had an odd flavor, and an odder texture - too thick to be watery, but too runny to be thick.  It made me gag just to think about drinking it.  I sipped root beer between chug fests to get the taste out of my mouth.  I got about two-thirds of it down by the time I went to bed at eleven.  I never finished the whole jug.  YUCK.

Friday was the colonoscopy itself.  Not bad, except they had to knock me out, so That Man had the dubious pleasure of being my chauffeur to and from the hospital/torture chamber.  After returning home, I ate a heavenly bacon deluxe cheeseburger, fries, and cookie dough concrete mixer (we had gone to the Culver's drive-thru), because I hadn't eaten since Wednesday midnight, then crashed into bed and slept until Saturday morning.  UGH.

Saturday was JAMMED.  I went to the plant sale at Teter Organic Farm and bought my Mothers Day hanging flower baskets for the front porch and some plants for the garden.  The wind swept across the fields in an attempt to turn the vegetable and herb plants into tumbleweeds, but I thwarted its evil designs and got everything loaded into my car.  I went to lunch with some friends and had an amazing Hoosier pork tenderloin sandwich.  And onion rings.  And chocolate volcano cake.  Oh my.  So delicious.  So decadent.  So much talk.  So much FUN.  Thank you, Muldoon's!

Back home, I unloaded my plants and hung the baskets on the porch.  Instant flowers!  I climbed into the boat, and cleaned leaves and spruce needles out of the cockpit - no slimy mess this year - YAY!  Everything was dry and easy to handle.  I took the gas tank out of its locker, cleaned it up a little, drove to the Co-Op for gas, mixed in the two-cycle oil, drove home, and put the gas tank back.  For dinner, I went to a Mexican restaurant with a different group of friends.  More fun!

Sunday (Mothers Day), while I was at church, That Man loaded the truck with everything we need to launch the boat, hitched it to the truck, and moved it out of the backyard into the driveway.  I got home, changed clothes, made a minor repair to the rudder, grabbed some work gloves, rousted The Boy out of bed, and drove to the marina, followed by That Man with the truck and boat.  After raising the mast and mounting the motor and rudder in the parking lot, we got the boat launched, motored into the slip, its fenders out, and securely tied up.  Whew!  From the time I got home from church to leaving the marina was two hours - pretty good time.  After that, I headed to the KFC drive-thru to procure the post-launch feast.

Best Mothers Day ever!!!

But that's not the end of the weekend's story.  Monday, I got a followup call from one of the colonoscopy nurses.  You know the drill.  They call and ask whether you're having any problems and how they might improve the process.  I told her I was more than fine, but surely there's a better way to prep.  Well, she said there are approved methods and blah, blah, blah.  I said I understood, but I couldn't guarantee that next time my prep would be adequate since I had such a difficult time with it.  Oh, but I did fine, she said.  I persisted.  There simply has to be a better way than gagging down more than a gallon of icky goo.  "WHAT?" she said.  "What do you mean, 'more than a gallon?'"  So I told her the deal - how I got the prescription and its instructions to mix up four liters of solution and everything.  She told me there are two OTHER preps that could have been used, requiring drinking only one quart.  It was my turn to say, "WHAT???  What do you mean, 'ONE QUART?'"

Why didn't anyone tell me the alternatives?  Why didn't they ask me my preference?


I guess it's funny.

Well, maybe it will be - later.  MUCH later.

But still...

I did have the BEST Mothers Day weekend, sandwiched between its inauspicious prologue and exasperating epilogue.