To think it’s been so many years of joyful trashpicking
already. New partner in crime this year, the lovely Kim, who was super accommodating
and fun! She says she had a blast. Her haul included some wicker furniture, a
cool Paris painting, a super-excellent old metal "potting soil" box, and some other stuff. I forget.
The annual purple parade that our town throws every spring was almost upon us, so I had purple on the brain. First up, purple curtains and a purple floral sheet, both of which I used as tablecloths. Was festive! Those are both on a dark stool that I haven’t quite found a home for yet.
Here we have a medley of lovely objects. Starting clockwise from the owl, one of those garden owls that are supposed to scare off rodents and birds. Doesn’t work for crap, but regularly scares the crap out of me, as I round the corner of the garage. I’m high-strung, apparently.
Bag of new wrapping stuff, including patterned tape (fun! Would never buy, but will use!), fancy ribbons, gift bag, nice holiday card.
Funny story about the hand weights. I like to set expectations a little before starting. “What do you hope to find this year? What is your quest?” I told Kim I was looking for some 5 pound weights (and purple stuff for our upcoming purple party). She was extremely impressed when I spotted these at 75 meters, athletically leaping out of the minivan with a joyful cry of “5 pound weights!!” She didn’t really know what was happening until she saw my score. Five pound weights. Boo-yah. Also, 8 pound weights, but I already had a set of those.
Handy bin, rustic ornamental birdhouse, dove, and sign (close-up below). Also a box of seashells, which might go to an art project. If not, I know an art teacher or two.
Various baskets, a PURPLE party-lite vase/candleholder. A vase with the $59.99 price tag still on the bottom.
Pottery barn rug, currently in the room where I work. It’s very nice. Washed it down with the hose in the driveway first.
Cow shaped blackboard. Metal serving dish.
Two gold cherubs, which I will use with Christmas lights on the porch this winter. A bag of mostly Gap clothing, some of which I kept, some went to charity. A rug that we couldn’t save. Someone else took it from our curb. Hope they had better luck.
Different view, including a stack of books.
Two of Kim’s things: old book and Yankee Candles, new in box.Small plates, being used as saucers under some houseplants now. Gift bag.
Hi. Wow. It's been a while, huh. And this will also be a lame short entry. Don't have the full report yet, but we did neuropsych testing on Nea again. She's nearly 11 now. The last time was four years ago, in first grade. Since she's about to go to middle school, it's that time again. And we will do it again in high school, sophomore year, to make sure her accommodations will be current for college. Short version: working memory is still a big issue. She also has vision tracking problems, which no doubt are apraxia-related. Should have gone to that seminar I skipped. Damn. Contacting the people I know who ran that, though, so I hope to obtain a copy of the presentation. Or at least some names of decent eye doctors. Another thing on the summer's to-do list: get a better hearing test for Nea. Have the name of an audiologist recommended by a friend. The party never stops.
Gosh, well, happy new year. That’s a bit embarrassing. I’ve
been, um, busy.
So, 14 years ago we bought this house. It was almost a 100
years old at the time. Now it’s well over. It was built in 1908 or 1910,
depending on which source you believe. We are finally getting to the point
where all the work N does on it is “nice to have” instead of “really, this
needs to happen.” We had a visitor come look at the house recently. He grew up
here with his 8 brothers and sisters, and a cousin who stayed for a few years.
I felt a bit bad. There’s little left of the original
layout. The floor is mostly original downstairs. None of the original closets or
stairs remain. His parents came by maybe 10 years ago, so we’d heard some of
the history already. They lived here 30 years, from the 1960s to the 1990s. We’ve
had other former owners (from earlier) come by, too. It’s a house that inspires
loyalty, it would seem. Certainly the garden has undergone at least as much
change, too. It had hardly anything when we arrived. Just a few large trees, a
couple lilacs. Not much else.
Anyway. If you would like some stylish shoes like these,
here’s how to get them. Buy an old house. Work on it constantly for years. Wear
the shoes a lot. And that’s about it.
Yes, I did take this photo last summer. When there was grass. It's not like I don't have blog ideas. I just don't seem to prioritize the time to write.
I know about real hoarding. I’ve seen the TV shows. More personally,
I know a woman who deals with real hoarding at her mother’s houses (there are
two). The attempts to clear out one house and get it on the market. The citations
from the village. One house condemned. Fix it up before the village tears it
down. Hoarding spilling into the yard. It’s painful just to hear the stories. They
did eventually find the body of the cat they knew had died several years ago. But
the struggle never ends, because apparently it’s very difficult to cure
Then there’s pet hoarding, which is awful. Our guinea pig
rescue group just took in 50 pigs from one such situation. They aren’t well
socialized, so they are hard to find homes for.
Hoarding in my family is much more manageable. My mom has
50 or 60 jars of jam in the basement at any given time. Nice, tidy hoarding.
My hoarding centers around books. I finally went around
and did a rough count in our house, out of curiosity. I did get rid of a few
hundred children’s books last summer, so that helped a little. Plus we have two
Little Free Libraries within walking distance, so sometimes I can stick a few
books in there. Granted, sometimes I have to bring a new one home, too. It’s
Starting upstairs, Boo is a minimalist and a big
re-reader, so she only has her 50 favorites in her room. Nea is a bit of a
hoarder of everything, plus she’s the downstream book-catcher from the older
sibling, so no surprise that she has circa 650.
The master bedroom has 175 in a bookshelf, and 130 on the
floor/nightstand. Yes, that looks just as well-organized as it sounds.
Ok, so we have a couple book-free rooms. The sunroom and
dining room have none. There are only 5 of the most used cookbooks in the
kitchen. The other cookbooks are in the living room, with the gardening books
and some kid books. Total living room – about 450. There’s some board and early childhood books I couldn’t
bring myself to give away, boxed up in the basement. Let’s say 300.
And that leaves the study. N finished these bookshelves
awhile back. There’s books in the cabinets underneath, too, where the board
games were supposed to go. Yup. That’s another 1260 or so.
Grand total? Just under 3000 books, roughly. That’s in
the realm of normal. Right?
Oddly, I find myself at the library at least weekly.
I did some navel gazing not too long ago and decided that
my need to be surrounded by books appeals to my most optimistic and pessimistic
hopes and fears.
Best case scenario: I live a life of leisure and have
time to read for hours a day!
Worst case scenario: society collapses, and all
technology is lost. It’s not safe outside and hurrah! Nothing to do but read
all day and wait for the end! See, now where will all you e-book types be then,
huh? That’s right. Pillaging the library, fighting over Danielle Steele and
Louis L’Amour paperbacks. Ha. Suckers.
A fine late-season salad, from my friend Beth. I know kale is über trendy right now, but try this salad. It's super good.
1 bunch of kale - curly is best
1/4 c. dried cranberries
1/4 c. roasted sunflower seeds
salt & pepper to taste
2 T olive oil
1/2 fresh lemon, juiced
2 T honey
Cut kale away from stalk and chop finely. Toss kale in bowl with cranberries & sunflower seeds. Drizzle olive oil first, then add salt & pepper. Mix well. Then drizzle honey & lemon on salad and again, mix well. The more you mix, the softer the salad.
Beth says, "I sometimes make this salad on Sunday and eat it all week at lunch. It never gets soggy."