Sunday, August 9, 2015

Keeping the ol' girl busy

Hard to beleive, August is in my garden journal and whipping right along. I never did mention my journals, so here I go. Every year since 1996, whenever I have done anything to my house or in my gardens, I have entered it in a blank notebook (now they have evolved to hardcover journals, about 100 pages each) which I purchase around Jan1 at the same store. Continuity is everything when they all are lined in a bookcase..... I have recorded all things, from caulking windows, cleaning the driveway ditch, gardening, even mistakes I have made. It was said in one of Dan Fogelburg's songs, "remember what your failures taught you or you will make them over again". I record what does well, and what dies, and where I plant what! This has really helped through the years. Once when I was shoveling a lot in a severe winter, the little journal even went to COURT with me. I had been writing how much I did in one storm, but the police still gave me a ticket for "not clearing my sidewalks". I entered in the daily entry, "don't they have crooks to catch??!" The judge asked for proof I had done any shoveling, and a wise friend had told me my journal was legal evidence, which is why I had brought it to court on the day of my summons. Well, when he read the whole entry, ending with the "crook" comment, it not only got me off, but he had quite a chuckle.(I think that happened in 1982). So that, my friends, is why to this day my records are prolific.                                                                                               Today I came in about 9pm. Really got a lot done.Tonite is gonna be an early one, so I can get back out before two days of rain get here. toodles

4 comments:

  1. Actual excerpts from your journals might make for some fascinating copy here. Of course, we would only be interested in the real juicy parts.

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  2. If you would like to get a chuckle at the ol' gal's expense, I guess I could go through all those journals, but it may take a little time...... Gotta do weeds first. Then will search for humiliating self- depricating things I said in the privacy of my journals. Until now were for MY eyes only...hahaha I do know there have been a lot of "LUCILLE BALL" -like moments in there.

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  3. What a great way to actually see what you have all accomplished! Yes journals or anything written can be used as evidence so you must have felt tickled as pink to win that case. I almost wonder if someone complained to bring the cops away from the donought shop. My hubby is making new windows-yup-making! We can't afford new windows right now so he bought the glass and the wood. The windows upstairs are quite old-probably from the 40's or 50's. What he found, aside from major rot, was that these windows were not even connected to the main frame of the house. Our home was built in 1912 and my guess is they replaced the windows with smaller ones and just "set" them in. Crazy! I call our home the home of half-ass. Everything was done half-assed. Have a great day and hopefully that guy stops walking by your place

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  4. Sent a note before, but I think it is lost in space, so if it got to you, disregard this. If Luis does go by, I have been trying to not look. I don't let Butch out if it is @ his "walking" times. That still is a hurt yet to heal, sadly, a very big one. I really thought we were on to something. On a lighter note, my house is 100 years old, and one fine day, I was taking a bath. Imagine this cartoon. Fat naked wet lady cannot get up from the tub! Imagine if the fire dept. had had to help me!!!! Well, I did manage eventually, and scurried to the bank to get a home improvement loan to fix the bathroom. When the workers ripped the tub out, they couldn't beleive the tub had NEVER been hooked into the sewer line! All those baths over those 75ish years, and the water had gone onto the dirt floor in the cellar!!! No wonder my Mom used to complain the back side of the house was "dampish". As for these windows, I had the old kind with the ropes in the sills. Of course they were all gone, and the windows all weighed a ton and stuck closed. Enter loan#2. I had plastic replacement ones put in, and that was to be the end of my window work. Well, not even close, cuz every winter I still have to put plastic on 17 of them! Whine,whine.It means climbing a ladder, which isn't my strongest area. I still have lots more horror stories left, Jerry if your watching.....

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