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Saturday, September 08, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Lunch and Bashing
BP and I had lunch with his mother today. We took her to Chinese. She brought over these two ceramic churchy angels (each about 12 inches high) that she’d ordered from a catalog. They’re made to be hung on a wall. She said that didn’t look good in her house and she asked me if I wanted them. They were uglyass things but I was polite (I can be, at times) and declined. I said that I didn’t have an wall space plus I was into de-cluttering. She took them back home with her and said she’d give them to a gardening club friend. It’s the thought that counts.
During lunch we were ragging on BP’s “collection” of broken down vans (the one he has in the back driveway here has three flats, rusted out floorboards and barely is driveable) and other assorted vehicles. He has a blue Volkswagon Rabbit Diesel that’s been sitting in her yard (she lives in the country) for TWELVE years. The body’s good, but he wants to find another diesel engine and drop it in. She wants it out of her sight. Who can blame her? She said that occasionally guys drive by and stop and ask her if it’s for sale.
I told her “Tell him’yes’---sell it to him and keep whatever money he gives you as a storage charge for the past 12 years.” She said that the idea occurred to her, but she didn’t have the title. I asked BP if the title was here in the house somewhere. He said yes—so I told them that I’d make it my project to find it and sign it over to her so she could sell it.
Needless to say my husband was not pleased, but my M-I-L laughed. She told me that he also had a dump truck and an antique riding mower behind her barn too—she said that she’s sure that a family of groundhogs have taken up residence there in the dump truck’s cab.
Aside from the BP bashing, it was a nice lunch.
During lunch we were ragging on BP’s “collection” of broken down vans (the one he has in the back driveway here has three flats, rusted out floorboards and barely is driveable) and other assorted vehicles. He has a blue Volkswagon Rabbit Diesel that’s been sitting in her yard (she lives in the country) for TWELVE years. The body’s good, but he wants to find another diesel engine and drop it in. She wants it out of her sight. Who can blame her? She said that occasionally guys drive by and stop and ask her if it’s for sale.
I told her “Tell him’yes’---sell it to him and keep whatever money he gives you as a storage charge for the past 12 years.” She said that the idea occurred to her, but she didn’t have the title. I asked BP if the title was here in the house somewhere. He said yes—so I told them that I’d make it my project to find it and sign it over to her so she could sell it.
Needless to say my husband was not pleased, but my M-I-L laughed. She told me that he also had a dump truck and an antique riding mower behind her barn too—she said that she’s sure that a family of groundhogs have taken up residence there in the dump truck’s cab.
Aside from the BP bashing, it was a nice lunch.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Hummingbird Lady
The two-doors down neighbor and her husband and I had a very nice chat yesterday evening. They credit me with bringing hummingbirds into our neighborhood. I showed them the plant that did it all: a mountain hyssop-type deal which I’ll post a picture of later. It’s not a spectacular plant at all, but the hummers love the small tubular flowers, and it blooms all summer long.
The lady said that she’d noticed hummers in my yard so her husband went out and bought 9 hummer feeders and put them in their backyard. They said they sit out there and see about a dozen birds fighting over feeders. Very cool.
I told her that I was planning on buying two more of the plants from the catalog and she asked for the catalog when I was finished.
Her husband is the guy who snowblows the whole block in the wintertime and won’t take any money, so I think I’ll buy her a few plants as a Thank you.
Please don’t post a comment “I see hundreds of hummingbirds in my yard.” Or “Hummingbirds are mean.” Or “One attacked me once, I hate them.” Hummingbirds are a pleasure and fun to watch around here so don’t piss on my parade. Besides they'll be gone in another few weeks.
The lady said that she’d noticed hummers in my yard so her husband went out and bought 9 hummer feeders and put them in their backyard. They said they sit out there and see about a dozen birds fighting over feeders. Very cool.
I told her that I was planning on buying two more of the plants from the catalog and she asked for the catalog when I was finished.
Her husband is the guy who snowblows the whole block in the wintertime and won’t take any money, so I think I’ll buy her a few plants as a Thank you.
Please don’t post a comment “I see hundreds of hummingbirds in my yard.” Or “Hummingbirds are mean.” Or “One attacked me once, I hate them.” Hummingbirds are a pleasure and fun to watch around here so don’t piss on my parade. Besides they'll be gone in another few weeks.
Monday, September 03, 2007
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