Beautiful weather this weekend and we decided to take advantage of it and start on our Spring to-do list. We got out the paint supplies and started painting our garage to match our house. Last year we just ran out of time, leaving a caramel-colored house with a lt. yellow garage.
We have several other "big" projects we want to get completed before summer comes and the grandchildren arrive. We need to replace the garage side door, put in another arbor, put in new front steps and sidewalk also. It will take nice, sunny weather for all of them.
Last year, we had numerous people stop and compliment the paint change and asking for the paint color. I am taking that as a sign of approval. Granted, there are those who lamented over not seeing our sunny, light yellow house. Ah well, can't please everyone all the time.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Fast and Furious
No, I don't mean the movie. Over Easter weekend we visited our daughter and our youngest grandchild in St. Louis. In the first 30 minutes, we experienced our first serious case of road rage. Taking the left leg of a "y" exit, I saw the white truck first, zooming up on my side, the passenger side, parallel to us. One second, nothing was on right, the next second the white truck was next to me.
The truck began coming over the white line into our lane. We've all seen that happen and have probably done it ourselves. I figured it would just gravitate back into its own lane once the driver noticed the situtation.
However, this truck kept coming over into our lane to the point that there was only 6 inches between us. I screamed, alerting Micheal, who seeing the situtation, began moving over to the left to avoid a crash. The truck kept coming over further. Mike then accelerated, hoping to pull ahead of the truck. The truck kept pace with us and coming further into our lane. At this point he was about 2 feet into our lane.
There was a highway below us and it seemed a crash was evident. Either from the truck actually hitting us or us going into the highway below. Then suddenly, the driver gave us the finger, jerked his steering wheel suddenly and went into the right "y" of the exit, weaving back and forth from the force.
Shaken, for the next hour we attempted to figure out why the driver did this. We couldn't think of a point where we had gone into his lane or cut him off accidentally. No clue. We just considered ourselves protected by God.
The truck began coming over the white line into our lane. We've all seen that happen and have probably done it ourselves. I figured it would just gravitate back into its own lane once the driver noticed the situtation.
However, this truck kept coming over into our lane to the point that there was only 6 inches between us. I screamed, alerting Micheal, who seeing the situtation, began moving over to the left to avoid a crash. The truck kept coming over further. Mike then accelerated, hoping to pull ahead of the truck. The truck kept pace with us and coming further into our lane. At this point he was about 2 feet into our lane.
There was a highway below us and it seemed a crash was evident. Either from the truck actually hitting us or us going into the highway below. Then suddenly, the driver gave us the finger, jerked his steering wheel suddenly and went into the right "y" of the exit, weaving back and forth from the force.
Shaken, for the next hour we attempted to figure out why the driver did this. We couldn't think of a point where we had gone into his lane or cut him off accidentally. No clue. We just considered ourselves protected by God.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Daffodils in Snow?
It sure looks like it from the weather forecasts given last night. My daffodils are ready to bloom too.
After visiting my grandson's, Nathan and Benjamin, for their birthdays in Florida, I was more than ready to come home to some warm weather. Let me clarify that...warm weather that stays. The temperatures were always in the 80's and was a welcome respite from the cold weather in Indiana.
We had a great time going to the ocean and using a boogey board for the first time. I wiped out, unfortunately. A storm system was coming in and the waves would get as high as 6 ft. By the time they got to us, they were maybe 4-5 ft. high. We got a sunburn to remember Florida by. During the weekend the boys got to go golfing with grandpa to try out the new junior golf sets we gave them. It was a wonderful trip! We actually got to watch Nathan play in a soccer game for the first time! Naturally, I took pictures.
After visiting my grandson's, Nathan and Benjamin, for their birthdays in Florida, I was more than ready to come home to some warm weather. Let me clarify that...warm weather that stays. The temperatures were always in the 80's and was a welcome respite from the cold weather in Indiana.
We had a great time going to the ocean and using a boogey board for the first time. I wiped out, unfortunately. A storm system was coming in and the waves would get as high as 6 ft. By the time they got to us, they were maybe 4-5 ft. high. We got a sunburn to remember Florida by. During the weekend the boys got to go golfing with grandpa to try out the new junior golf sets we gave them. It was a wonderful trip! We actually got to watch Nathan play in a soccer game for the first time! Naturally, I took pictures.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Going, going, gone...
Well, I ran for a position on the Kosciusko County Central Committee and lost. The lack of integrity was the most disappointing part of the process. Lots of duplicity. I am now weighing how much to be involved in politics as a whole. I want to put my time and efforts into what will be worthwhile. A part of me just wants to "throw in the towel" and say, "good riddance! While another part of me wants to stay involved. A conondrum.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Baby makes 4!
Exciting News!
My youngest daughter, Rene, called last Friday and announced she is pregnant. This is her second child. She already has a son, our grandson Tommy, a real cutie. The baby is due sometime in October. A part of me would like a granddaughter. I have 3 grandsons already. Those pink, ruffled outfits are just so cute! At the same time, I have saved tons of money. Well....sometimes sacrifices just have to be made. Right? Either way, we will love our newest addition and can hardly wait.
My youngest daughter, Rene, called last Friday and announced she is pregnant. This is her second child. She already has a son, our grandson Tommy, a real cutie. The baby is due sometime in October. A part of me would like a granddaughter. I have 3 grandsons already. Those pink, ruffled outfits are just so cute! At the same time, I have saved tons of money. Well....sometimes sacrifices just have to be made. Right? Either way, we will love our newest addition and can hardly wait.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Farewell to Alva May...
A few weeks ago, January, 2009, a beloved family member passed away, Alva May Iliff. Alva was more than a cousin. For years, she watched my siblings and I while my mother, a single parent, worked to support us. She was a pillar of support, a person to talk to, nearly an older sister. When she got old enough, she got hired at Hart Shaffner and Marx and worked alongside my mother. She lived with us for a number of years, only moving out when she got married. Eventually, she moved out of state to Alabama and out of daily touch.
We kept in contact with telephone conversations and a few visits through the years. During those times, we talked about "the old times" at our house and at our grandparents. Time just seemed to go so quickly with promises to visit more, talk more, etc.
Unfortunately, last year she was diagnosed with cancer. She bravely held on for about 8 months. Our last visit was during her last hospital stay. A shadow of herself, she still wanted to visit and we talked out our relationship with God. What a precious time, despite the surroundings.
About a week later, she passed away. I will never forget her. She was quite a disciplinarian with us kids, but always there for us. Like I said, she was more like an older sister than a cousin. She will be missed. Until we meet again, May.
P.S. A memorial is planned for her in Indiana in the summer. Please forward any memories you have of her. It would be wonderful to share them with one another.
We kept in contact with telephone conversations and a few visits through the years. During those times, we talked about "the old times" at our house and at our grandparents. Time just seemed to go so quickly with promises to visit more, talk more, etc.
Unfortunately, last year she was diagnosed with cancer. She bravely held on for about 8 months. Our last visit was during her last hospital stay. A shadow of herself, she still wanted to visit and we talked out our relationship with God. What a precious time, despite the surroundings.
About a week later, she passed away. I will never forget her. She was quite a disciplinarian with us kids, but always there for us. Like I said, she was more like an older sister than a cousin. She will be missed. Until we meet again, May.
P.S. A memorial is planned for her in Indiana in the summer. Please forward any memories you have of her. It would be wonderful to share them with one another.
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