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Birds on my property ( recorded as seen)- Carolina wren, house wren, tree sparrow, tufted tit mouse, blue jay, mourning dove, chickadee, junco, downy woodpecker, white-breasted nuthatch, male cardinal, purple finch,
1 rotten, no good, very bad, but unfortunately, also very smart, red squirrel squirrel.- I’m still working on trapping it. You’d think that it would do anything for peanut butter (that I stole from Bella) and real unsalted peanuts (that I stole from the woodpeckers). But, oh no. The squirrel is now hanging out on the far tree. Next strategy. Move the trap out there. Ugh! I don’t want to go outside in the cold weather again to trudge through deep snow. However………. Do I want to trap this squirrel, or not? Stay tuned= same time, same station……..squirrel climbing cut-off yews to provide perches for my birdies- who did I just see?- you got it- 1 red squirrel. Life is sometimes not fair. I don’t like it all the time.
I can’t stand it! I just moved the trap out to the tree and immediately saw the varmint back on my front porch. The war continues. I may be a nonviolent Quaker, but I am a smidgeon close to hiring an Amish sharpshooter to get rid of the pest. Maybe I should calling myself a nonviolent person? What do you think?
My friends, including some of you, are aware of my problem. As I write, the tv is on. CBS Sunday Morning is discussing hoarders. Uh oh. I have that very problem. Now, I am still in the process of cleaning out closets and giving away items to the needy and Second Chances Thrift Shop on Fairmount Ave, in Jamestown. Aren’t I a good person?
Not necessarily. I’m starting all over again collecting. Now, it’s art. I’m addicted. Where am I going to put it all? The back porch is pretty much filled. The laundry room is not- yet. Maybe there’s room for one more piece in the kitchen. The living room- lots of room- a small space over four of the five doors, over the couch and in the corner. Bedroom- lots of room. Room at the bottom of the stairs and up the stairs- lots of room. Upstairs narrow hallway to the guest bedroom- lots of room. Upstairs study- lots of room. Finally, the guest bedroom- lots of room. What about the basement? Nah- too moist and molding.
Now, back to the report. They suggest that hoarders are really mentally ill. Uh oh. I do know somebody
(I can’t mention who, because his family might disown and sue me.) His house is SO full, that a skinny person barely can fit through the paths in his house. He now has demention.
You’d think that that would be enough incentive for me. Too bad. I’m having too much fun. Even with the risk, don’t you think that it’s worth it. Don’t bother answering, if you don’t agree with me. I’m not about to change. Have I told you, just in case I progress in this problem sooner than later, I am researching assisted-living establishments? No kidding. You never know. After all, I am a young? 67 years old.
New gift of art- My friend Ron, gave me a belated birthday present. I’m so grateful. This is a painting, not a reproduction, by a local artist, Ann Wiggers. The subject is the one-room school house, now owned by my friend Nancy, who taught with me in the stone age in Clymer. Nancy inherited the property from her mom, also, a teacher. The former school house holds many antiques, that were used in many local one-room school houses. Also donated are other antiques used in the early 1900s.
Nancy now opens the museum to Clymer Central School second graders every year. The children and their teachers hold their classes in the museum. What a wonderful opportunity. Many children dress up in period clothes. They are bussed to a safe place across route 474. Then, they have to walk a short distance, with supervision to the old schoolhouse. They need to bring their own lunches, of course. AND they have to use a cold outhouse for a bathroom. Ugh! Nancy, many thanks are given to Nancy and the Clymer Board of Education, who continue to allow this program. Also let’s not forget the parents, who spend much time providing period clothing.
Now, my birthday gift. Let me quote information on the back of the painting:
Extra quality cotton
C A N V A S B O A R D
Size 14” x 18”
Winsor & Newton Inc. W
New York N
Title Miller Hill
Artist Ann Wiggers Date 1972
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, again! Yeh!
Oh, Here’s another song. I love you Ron, oh yes I do. When I’m not with you, I’m so blue. Do do do do, do do. Oh Ron, I love you, Boop, boop de boop, boop boop.
Don’t worry Sally, I’m taking your husband away from you. He’s just a special friend.
P.S. I have a lot of art matting and hanging to do. Busy, busy, busy. Thanks for listening and reading, friends. If you have suggestions, please do not hesitate. PLEASE HELP ME. No, I don’t really mean that.
Bella, where’s my hat? Did you eat it? I can’t imagine why I can’t find it.
Sunday morning- museum of modern art= voice- blanch, series of the nanny. Came up with idea herself. President of cbs on plane with her. She said that he had the botty of ?Russel. played frole o nanny. Born in queens ny . unique voice. Favorite= valentinos’s. lay in bed listening parents on other side of wall laughing in bed. Dreamed of beauty of school in hschool. Walked to school. Peter mark Jacobson, husband. Saturday night fever. Bit part. Natural for character work. Spinal tap. Last name drescher? Off screen naturally survieved robbery rabbed, got him in jail. Became pregnant, historicte4my., life over as actress. Full recovery. “ still works” on CBS, never did anthing at expense of somebody else. Partner discovered he was gay. Turned real live into .. happily dressed another tv show, based on real live, never one for self pitty. Centerella- star on braodway- real fairy tale ending. Star in second largest house on broadw3ay. Very funny as wicked friends. Carry yourself with gait in movie- sign up fo physical therapy twice a week. Used to hang her head high an
My neighbor just called me to ask if she could come over to wash clothes my washer? Is this ironic or not. I even offered for her to dry clothes in front of my pellet stove. I DO SO HAVE SPACE! Tip through the tulips. It ain’t over till it’s over.
I’m not signing off yet.
I can’t find my brand new 5 packs of index cards!
Enclosed are photos of my house at 11a.m., Sunday, 2-23-14. Sorry, John, honey. I know you’re rolling over in your grave. Just please don’t let your parents know.
P.S. Please, please pray for the poor folks in the Ukraine. Hopefully, it will help. Pray for their leader to be caught and put in prison- for life. I have absolutely no compassion for him.
PPS. Please take note of the pellet bag that is labelled “thrift shop”. If you need more proof, you are welcome to visit there and ask if they see me often. I will print this article off for them, so that they know it is okay with me. (Put it on your list of things to do, Ann.)
PPPS. I can’t believe that I’ve shared all this, even photos of my home, with you. All in the name of journalism. Maybe I’ll just conveniently forget to include the photos. Cheater, cheater, pants on fire! Who me?
PPPPS, Okay. I quit for a while. Did you know that I have other tasks to accomplish? If I don’t send the awful photos of my home to you, just complain by replying to my blog. I bet that will draw you out. I, somehow, dread to see how many folks read my blog. Maybe I am small, but I have a big mouth. Boo hoo. Ha ha. Just kidding. I can take criticism. That’s not what some folks say. I know, I know. Shut up, Ann PPPPPS. I am not editing my work!