POSSUM ON THE HALF SHELL

Had one of those moments on the way into work this morning. It is not uncommon to see road kill in this part of the U.S. My son and I came to the conclusion, a long time ago, that some redneck had 50 gallon drums of dead animals flinging them out on the road, you know, Hey, Bubba, if it's Tuesday, it must be skunk !

Not today, today was armadillo ! Yes, armadillo, we are not in Texas, where did he come from, is someone missing a pet ? I had heard that they had been sighted in the area. All we need is an armored possum. Opossum , for you, city slickers that don't know what I'm describing. I have always heard road kill armadillos called , POSSUM ON THE HALF SHELL.

I think I'll just drive in Monday with my eyes closed.

HOW?

How does one little lady collect so much stuff ? As mentioned in the previous blog, we have been breaking down housekeeping for my mother-in-law. Three households are upside down. We have catagorized, priced, labeled, boxed and thrown away a mind blowing amount of stuff. How many sofa cushions can one person use at a time.

The men (children of said mother in law) keep telling us that we are pricing things too cheaply. We keep telling them, sell it low or haul it to the dump. You can go down, but never up in price !

She was with us for part of the day on Memorial Day and spent the next day completely out of it , in the bed, I don't know if it was physical, emotional or both. Probably both. It must be terrible to see people putting a price on things familiar and precious to you.

Keep us in your prayers, things are "changing in the Rabbit Hole".

Much lighter note, my friend Pam is coming into down to do a couple of readings from her new book. She will read right here at home, across the street from where our elementary school used to be. I can't wait to see her and am already regretting her leaving. It always goes far too quickly.

""DOWN" in the rabbit hole

I haven't posted, stamped, scrapped, knitted or anything else for that matter since I got back from Conneticut. I think I left my "groove" up there. I so look forward to this weather and working in my yard, and I haven't done a thing.

Something needs to happen, something needs to jolt me back to life. I'm as home bound as the Queen. I'm hoping for some well deserved time off and with my family over this long weekend, even though hubby has to work on the holiday it's double time, no complaints from either of us in that department.

We will do the final priceing for my mother-in-law's yard sale this weekend and closing up the house. Maybe it's the finality of all of this that has got me in such a funk.

Pray for the inhabitants of the rabbit hole, we need a little humor, you know, the things that make you say "WHAT?"

HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN, JIG-A-D-JIG

We are home, arrived Tues. evening around 9:00 p.m. The flight was bumpy, but I'm still convinced that it is the only way to travel. Les said he was never driving anywhere again !

Son, daughter-in-law and Conneticut were wonderful. Our son was stressed because of some major car problems, but handled it better than he usually does. Daughter-in-law seemed to handle our invasion with very little stress (except for the car) We shopped, read and scrapbooked together, all in all meshed pretty well.

You could never had made me believe that anything could top the scenic views in Oregon, but Conneticut may have done it. All wonderful but very different. More trees and limestone rock than I have ever seen. Ocean and river views like no where else. It was everything that I had invisioned in my mind's eye and more. Homes on the water front with widow's walks on top , fishing shanties (very pricey these days) Just more than I could take in.

We toured the U.S.S. Natilus (submarine) and a couple of whaling ships, tight quarters all the way around. Our submariner must have bumped his head about 50 times, the boy needs a helmet. I just looked at my husband and told him my eyes weren't big enough. That's what Jess used to say when he was little and completely awestruck by something.

The mother-in-law faired much better this time. Her sister surprised her with a three day visit and they made a lot of progress going through her belongings. Brought some of it home and left the rest for a moving sale. I worked last Monday evening and again yesterday morning setting her room back up before she got home. Taking out some things and putting in more servicable pieces. It's looking good, but this just has to be so hard, having to leave so much of your life behind. Even after a year, I think we all were hoping that something would change and she could go back home. NOT HAPPENING!

I also acquired a few extra pieces of furniture, because of our youngest daughter's move the entertainment center did not leave as expected, plus a bench, two book shelves and an antique hutch were sitting inside the front door when we got home. Did I mention that I hate clutter? By 10 p.m. last night I had given away everything with instructions that it be picked up by the weekend or it would be burned. Now all I have to do is get rid of some large stero speakers and ship paint ball guns to Conneticut. The oldest grandchild is going around like a door to door salesman with some of the grandmother's things. She seems to think she can recoup some of her money that way.

Spring cleaning a little at the time in more than one house is making me hive!

I'm just going to have to leave home again!