Belated Hump Day

Yesterday, Lindsey finished the Lean To (that’s my new name for the “shed,” aka “onsite storage” space). Below is supposed to be my next job, but I’m avoiding it.


Fifteen bins of Christmas decorations and ornaments that require reorganization and some purging. Tom and I made this a major effort a few years back, but these things have a tendency to increase, and some of them are not stored as efficiently as they could be. Also, there are some things of Mother’s I plan to send to some of her grandchildren. They should have a chance to decide whether there’s anything they want, and if not, they can donate it. My feelings won’t be hurt.

Instead of that, today, I worked on reorganizing the craft shelves in the office and getting them in order. There were things to purge from those, too, but mostly we have the room now to put some of that into the Lean To or on the Hall’s closet shelves. Plus everything is labeled now, so I can find what I’m looking for!


Top shelf is fabric for doll clothes. Beneath that, sketch books and coloring books! (And I just added four more. Ridiculous.) Next shelf has my cases of 45 records (undamaged by 2017 flood!) and the albums I either replaced or could save in 2017. Quite a far cry from the hundreds I once had. The shelf below that has to do with writing: the 1990s drafts of the books I’m working on now; the Moleskines that are filled with thoughts and souvenirs; and my Magnetic Poetry collection. The bottom shelf has a couple of bins of mementos (one says Lynne, because she’s the only one who might want any of that if I kick off), and that’s the Christmas box I keep inside the house all year, with all the info I need for Christmas cards, plus tape, pens, gift tags, etc. Things that I require before we start decorating at the holidays.


Those are coloring supplies, craft papers, and stamps and stencils on the top shelf, along with something I got I think my 2022 birthday, from Rhonda and Lindsey. I need to share it on here sometime. It’s very Zen. Yes, the inside of the door from the part of Mother’s china cabinet (we saved the hutch top) that was too damaged to keep post-flood remains on full display: her 1996 Clinton-Gore bumper sticker. Next shelf is all my sewing stuff. It had been here originally, then I used that shelf for albums, and I missed looking over and seeing my sewing machine. So much of that was organized for me after the Harvey flood by Lindsey that I barely had to do anything but add some labels. Next shelf down is all kinds of crafting supplies, newly labeled, which is so helpful for me. I also consolidated supplies from a bunch of little containers into that red, green, and blue “tackle box.” I once used that for painting supplies, and I’ll never forget seeing it float through the backyard during the flood. It got cleaned up and put in the Lean To, and this is the first time in almost six years I’m using it again. The green cubby on the bottom shelf has a lot of the stuff I used for collages (I’m about to be doing more of those) and the elephant print cubby has more fabrics. I finally purged the rest of the fabrics from the Lean To, and now everything for sewing is inside the office/craft room.


The last set of shelves has all kinds of paint supplies on the top shelf: paints, brushes, palettes of many varieties, canvases of several sizes, varnishes and finishes, and a bucket of bottle caps! Next shelf down is household files that I use all the time, and accessibility is so much easier than the file cabinets that were flooded and put on the curb. (We lost a lot of paperwork from the bottom drawers.) Next shelf down is Aunt Gwen’s sewing case, EMPTY containers should they be needed, a bag of the items I use for space clearing and energy work, and a box with stones, rocks, and pebbles I use as needed to replenish Aaron’s Garden or to put in the column candle holders in the writing sanctuary when the candles are gone and I put tea light candles in them. Bottom shelf is all empty containers, should any new supplies need them or to be used elsewhere, as needed, in the Hall.

That’s it!

When everything in the Lean To is back in place, I’ll share photos. Tom forbade photos before the work was done because it looked like a large and sloppy family of hoarding raccoons might be living there.

Tiny Tuesday!

Tom took this week as a vacation, and yesterday and today, Lindsey has been here helping organize and purge all the things in what Tom calls “the shed” and I call “onsite storage,” because it sounds nicer than “shed.” It had a lot of stuff that belonged to the previous owner, and after eight years, that’s now been absorbed into our things or properly disposed of.

Onsite storage (it needs a new name; I’ll check out various British estates for one) also contains all our yard tools, lawnmower, and edger; grilling stuff; and any hardware or tools related to the million things a home or three seems to always need. But it also holds sentimentally precious things: mementos of my parents and of Tom and me, and the biggest space taker, our Christmas ornaments and decorations. By organizing and cleaning that room, we’re able to move a lot of things out of our inside closets and off our shelves. All the stuff inside stays organized, but if there’s room out there, and these aren’t things we often access, there’s no reason for them to take space for things we do keep at hand (books, sewing and craft supplies, DVDs and music, games and puzzles, and office supplies, for example).

When I was consolidating some of Tom’s mementos from three different boxes into a single bin, I spotted that brass seal and decided I wanted him to move to one of the curio cabinets. When Tom saw him on the table, he offered full disclosure: The seal was a gift from a woman he once dated when he was a cook at TGI Friday’s. She was a waitress. Honestly, this makes it even better as far as I’m concerned. I like that he held on to things from the years before he met me.

Lindsey’s job will be finished today, I think, but I’ll still have the Christmas stuff to cull, reorganize, and relabel. I’m sure I’ll be donating some of it. We’ve donated a lot of stuff already. Having found lots of little treasures through the years at thrift stores and antique stores, I know that damn near anything can find an appreciative buyer. It’s why eBay and Amazon sellers exist.

Button Sunday

May 21 seems to recognize many notable activities–something for anyone! Along with World Meditation Day, it’s National Strawberries and Cream Day. National Talk Like Yoda Day. National Eat More Fruits and Vegetables Day. International Tea Day. I Need A Patch For That Day. National Memo Day. Rapture Party Day. National Waitstaff Day. (It’s also a day that kicks off some weeks, but I’ll spare you any more since I’ve provided an abundance already.)

I’ve noticed one of my personal best means of controlling anxiety over the past few months has been mindful breathing. (I also maintain an inner dialogue of kindness toward myself, but that might be a different post.) Today, I’ll choose to do meditation work so I can focus on breathing. And why not include a little friend in the ritual, because helpful he is.


Stones left to right: white howlite for calmness, comfort, and mind relaxation; green aventurine for comfort, harmony, and compassion; carnelian for courage, endurance, and motivation; tiger’s eye for focus, courage, and empowerment; red jasper for stamina, spiritual grounding, and strength; snowflake obsidian for balance during changes, purification, and fulfillment; blue aventurine for balancing, healing, and communication.

World Bee Day!

If you’re on Instagram, you know that sometimes posts will appear in your feed from accounts you don’t follow. Somehow the app’s algorithm has determined the account might interest you. Last year, this happened to me with the account of a woman who lives in Eastern Tennessee in the Appalachian region. (This is also the region where I grew up in Alabama.) Her name is Carmen, and this is her website, which also provides the link to her Instagram account.

I don’t know what Instagram was “thinking,” but in this case, it worked! I’ve learned so much about bees that I find fascinating. When I was a child, a few doors down from us in post housing, another child around my age was named Honeybee, and her name and some of what I’ve learned about bees have found their way into the Neverending Saga.

Fortunately on World Bee Day and every day, Debby has created a part of our property that welcomes bees and butterflies. You know if these creatures depended on me for flora, they’d be disappointed. She and I were running errands the other day, and when stopped at a light, we spotted another Mini Mural I hadn’t seen before, this one on the corner of Hollister and Tidwell.

Jesse de Leon, Houston

It’s not a great shot with my iPhone, but I offer it today in honor of the bee, who does so much to provide beauty and food to our planet. You can learn more about the danger to bees, and how we can help them survive–because our survival is connected to theirs–at this website.

Photo Friday, No. 858

Current Photo Friday theme: Music

Music is such joy, inspiration, and comfort for me. In September 2011, I did one of my favorite challenges as I followed along with TV’s “Project Runway,” forming a band of Mattel Barbie dolls called “The Opposite of Math,” and posing them in fashions I designed. I even created a mock Rolling Stone cover for them. A friend described this girl group as “Dollyrots Meets Spice Girls.” From left to right, they are a Hard Rock Barbie I named Rocky, dubbed “The Fun Girl”; a Barbie Basics Red Collection doll I named Juliet, “The Earth Mother”; the Robert Best On Location Barcelona Barbie, or “Barcelona, The Sophisticate”; and the Joan Jett Barbie, known as “Grace, The Rebel.” Rock on, Opposite of Math!

A book and a Barbie

Timothy gave me this book Christmas of 2021, because it was on my “I love Dave Grohl SO MUCH and I want this book” list. I didn’t have a chance to read it before Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins died the day before my birthday in March ’22, and then I didn’t have the heart.

I have done nothing but relish every story in it since I plucked it from my To Be Read pile a few days back. Dave Grohl has never stopped embracing the joy of what it is to be a fan despite his own impressive career. Even with the hard parts, it’s a blast to read about his journey and the people he’s met or befriended through the years (some of whom are my favorite musicians, too, and others whose music I’ll now seek out).

I never dreamed, however, there’d be a story that would blend Dave, two of his daughters, Joan Jett, and a Joan Jett Barbie doll. I had to get my Mattel Ladies of the ’80s rocker out and shoot her with his book to celebrate.

If you change your perspective


Costume jewelry without monetary worth can be turned into something quite valuable when it becomes creative inspiration.

Remember how I’ve said before that I don’t like or subscribe to the phrase “perception is reality?” For me, “perspective is reality” is a phrase that seems more accurate at least as an individual can apply it to her/himself (a reality of point of view?). Experience has taught me this is something you can’t teach. Maybe it’s another part of my voice I’m learning to silence. It doesn’t matter how many times that idea has helped me recalibrate when it’s not a message someone else wants to hear.

These explanations are what I’ll ponder for a while (via a Google search):

Perception is what you interpret. It is your understanding of a given situation, person, or object. It is the meaning you assign to any given stimulus. Perspective is your point of view.

To sum up, perspective refers to a point of view whereas perception refers to an interpretation that an individual comes up with through his awareness. So the key difference between the two terms is that it is the different perspectives that help us to create our perception.

Tiny Tuesday!

It may be Tiny Tuesday, but I packed getting a lot of stuff done today–just the business of living and taking care of a couple of issues I’ve been putting off. So busy that by the time I got home, I needed to start dinner and get dogs in and out between rain showers.

Found this young lady a couple of weeks back on deep discount at Ross. So interesting to me, because I’d just written a new character whose description matches her. (That box she’s placed in front of was a cool gift from Lynne long ago.) She’s Mattel, and not as tall as Barbie. She’s a teen, and the character I wrote is 18, so it works.