I wish I were a painter that I might capture the colors of my world so when I’m old I can remember them.  The green of the leaves, all the same color, on a tree in summer except for how the sun shines on them or the cool breeze sends ripples of shadows over them.  White, fluffy animal shaped clouds hang peacefully in the multi-hues of blue in no hurry to leave my view.  Yellow sun shines in the east but a half moon shows faintly in the west over the trees.

There was an old broad named Momma who lived in an upside down soup dish.
Because her “significant other” for years had dreamed of a home just like this.
Then one day when both of them had retired and wanted a quieter place,
To leave the stress of the city and run from the proverbial rat race.

They found the home he had wanted for more than 30 years.
He smiled and told old Momma she could never corner him here.
After 29 years of marriage I think it’s a good thing he chose this design
‘Cause there are times if we got hold of each other one of us would be “doing time.”

I’m the only guy in the family who is only on page 123 of “HARRY POTTER!!”

I’m the only guy in the family that can’t find the animated birthday cards to send to my teenage Granddaughter!! Happy Birthday Court..

I’m the only guy in the family with a cat sitting in the cubbyhole, that holds the printer, waiting for me to get finished farting around the keyboard

I’m the only guy in the family who is actually the Mom so that also makes me a piss poor guy!!

Yesterday it was burn in the turbo burner (a 55gal oil drum with the bottom & top cut out).  We are now down to a third of the wood pile left.  Today it was gather limbs and branches that I trimmed out of the trees in the front, truck them to back of the shed, pull out the shredder and shred the trimmings for the composter barrel.  Which makes me feel like “I AM A LUMBERJACK-YES I AM!”  So I have to learn the words now to be able to sing it!!  But the low part of this whole adventure into the wilds of retirement in the Bermuda Triangle Of Genessee County is my fucking ankles burn and ache for two or three days later and the only comfort I have is I’m getting the property cleaned up and I can say By God I’m Doing It Almost By myself!!!  If I stay out long enough that skin deep beauty is going to burn off and and the downright mean and ugly is going to shine thru!!!

—let alone spell it.  Woke up two days ago at 4 a.m. with my head spinning and walking was almost out of the question.  Managed the call of nature and fell back in bed.  The feeling was that the room or my eyeballs were spinning out of control.  The second time I awoke it was deliberation time.  Which end took priority for use of the porcelain throne.  My head lost and as I sat clutching my garnet, marbleized waste basket to my sweaty, heaving chest. I contemplated my actions of the previous day.  I didn’t get drunk, I didn’t remember eating anything that tasted funny, so why the punishment?  Later that morning after a shot in the butt and a couple of prescriptions, the Dr. announced some type of gastric “bug.”  You have heard “one sick puppy” well this really was one. Yesterday was spent swallowing pills and sleeping but I’m still ugly so it wasn’t a beauty sleep.

I don’t do beauty shops except for a haircut every 3 months.  I don’t do manicures because I break my nails before I can get them done.  I don’t do makeup except lipstick sometimes and a little blush when I need to impress (which is very seldom)  Besides with all the wrinkles in this face applying makeup would be like pounding sand down a bottomless pit.  So my friend with me what you see is what you get and that can be a little unnerving at best.  But I agree beauty is only skin deep and a shitty attitude goes straight to the bone.  It is easier working on the attitude than trying to repair the looks!!!

Well we finally got the bottom cut out of our burning barrel.  My eldest took a saws- all to it and we started burning the dead limbs from our clean up plus what the former owner left in a pile out by the shed.  After two days we are over 2/3 through the pile.  Again I say what in the world was I thinking when I moved up here.

A big surprise for my wedding anniversary.  My eldest bought me a log lawn swing and my better half bought the pad and canopy for it.  I sit out there and swing my little heart out! !

I am at game #16085 with roughly 6 not mastered on free cell!!  And the Evil One got me a new set of speakers so I can hear the cd’s while I play the game.  I know get a life—but this is my life!!!

A message received today over Alexander Graham Bell’s invention stated that I should get off my dead ass and throw some light in the trenches of Momma’s Corner.  So here we go!!  First and most important is that the Evil One’s Offspring will soon be an official teenager.  So please drop around to Courtney’s blog to wish her a Happy Brithday (spelling is a family joke) on or before the thirteenth. 2. Home renovation is done for a while!!  3. We plan to go raspberry picking on Saturday morning—seems the raspberry jam stock has fallen off somewhat.  I pick and the better half makes the jam.  Courtney’s 2 cousins on the Jenkins side are coming (with their Mom) to help so it was off to Rite-Aid for Off & Afterbite. 4. Speaking of jam the better half made walnut-banana jam twice now and it is num-num if you are into that combination.  It’s in the Sure Jell box instuctions..