I was hoping to post a finish today - not gonna happen. I am still working on A Year in the Life of ... by the Historical Sampler Company. I re-started it February 3rd
February 3rd |
February 24 |
ohhh purrrrdy!! |
before |
during |
almost done |
done |
This state has this crazy thing called a house warranty - Scott says the realtor paid for it. One of the garage door openers stopped working a week or so ago. Scott has been manually opening it to park his car in there. Turns out it is covered by the warranty. It should cost us $75 to have them come out and replace it - not when you have me around though - then it costs $315. How did I manage that you wonder - well, let me tell you. The kid (no, really - he is 20 years old!!!) comes out to look at the opener - the one that has NOT worked for a week or so - Scott has it locked since it doesn't work - he says he disconnected it. I click the button so he can see how all it does it make this clicking noise. Well guess what.... yep, it works. Thank goodness he was standing under it - he reached up and unplugged it but not before it bent the H E double hockey sticks out of the top TWO panels. So, we had to buy two new panels. UGH Good news is they put in a very nice garage opener because despite the fact that it worked that time - it was indeed broken. The panels fit perfectly - size and color match - but still.
Here is the toolbox I bought a few weeks ago someone made it a blotchy green and black color.
When we moved here I was excited to see the Cardinals come to my bird feeder - but sad to learn that they are very territorial so I would never have more than one set at my feeder. This weekend we had two or three (hard to tell) youngsters and the adult male flitting around in the yard. The "kids" are smaller and they played chase through the trees. They are hard to get a picture of - but here you see the adult and one of the kids
where's Waldo? Adult is top left and the little one is top right |
We have a mom raccoon and her teenager living under the porch. They come up at night and snoop around under the feeder - the mom will come right to me (I am inside with the window between us). I have not been able to get a good picture of them.
Mary Ellen Burns |
The first entry..
Sept, 21 1941
Well, Mary Ellen, this is
quite an honor to be the first to
write in your autograpgh book
just at the time you have
reached the ripe old age of 11.
But just remember, you were the dream girl that found me
first.
As ever
Joe Sherlock