At some home during my growing up years, we had this floor! And coppertone appliances. But we never had pink cabinets. Or a child with red pants and a white belt.
Thank You
Surprise Santa
Santa came to The Compound early this year disguised as Timothy J. Lambert. Two droughts this year pretty much finished off my yard, so I’ve been focusing on keeping the flowerbeds and the potted stuff alive. After some raking, bagging leaves, and repotting and shifting plants, this is a section of the yard behind the house the way it looked on Monday night:
Then, PRESTO! This is how it looks now (in the rain), after Tim gave us an early Christmas present and had someone come sod the yard.
Next up: The removal of that tree. Sorry, Tree Huggers, though I’m one of you, this tree keeps killing my yard and providing safe haven and highway for rats, who need to relocate to some other family’s tree.
What I worked on Sunday and Monday
Herb Corner at The Compound.
Tonight: Lots of water. For me. With a side of Aleve.
Ear Worm Alert
I can’t get this song out of my head.
You’re welcome.
Button Sunday
Beautiful face
That’s Tildy. I met her today at Scout’s Honor Adoption Day. If I could have another dog–I can’t–I would adopt her in a second. In fact, I’ve never seen such an outstanding group of dogs ready to move into their new forever homes. Check out Scout’s Honor’s web site to see some of these precious dogs and cats who are available for adoption.
And if, like me, you’re not able to adopt, maybe you can become a foster. Scout’s Honor Rescue covers all fostering costs. I can’t believe the number of dogs Tim has fostered, and every one of them has left The Compound for a home just right for their personalities and physical needs. Knowing how great their forever homes will be fills a goodbye with joy instead of sadness.
Photo Friday, No. 221
Current Photo Friday theme: Dark
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One dark January night in 2009, Timothy and his foster dog Tyson sat by the fire outside…
Her own September issue
I know I have a sick sad obsession with Anna Wintour, and maybe it’s strange to judge fashion at a memorial service, but it was Alexander McQueen’s memorial service back in September, so whatever. I always think she looks impeccable, but this is head-to-toe perfection, for her and for the occasion.
Faint heart never won fair lady
Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He’d come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I’d make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.
It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.