Archive for February, 2009

Haunted Happenings

John and I joke that there is a ghost in the house. A ghost who throws toys and socks around. A ghost who hides overdue library books and working pens. But we’re beginning to wonder more if our joking doesn’t have some basis in reality.  Recent strange happenings around our home:

*doorbell ringing in the middle of the night or during the day (no one there nor did the motion detector light turn on at night)

*the fireplace flue opening when we’re watching TV (with a nice audible “clunk”)

*Pictures falling off the wall (and shattering my favorite cake plate)

*kitchen lights that flicker and turn on and off randomly

*garage door opening by itself

And, this morning during breakfast, another picture falling off the wall — not to land shattered on the floor, but to make a bizarre and perfect landing in the middle of the couch a foot away. Had we not seen it with our eyes, we would have been puzzled as to how the picture got there.

Yes….all of these things can be attributed to ordinary events — maybe strange wiring, uneven and settling walls, or a windy night.  Maybe it’s nothing at all.  Or, maybe, it is.


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Oli is sick. Again. This time it is the vomiting bug.


Further proof that he’s caught every illness flying around the kindy room is his new love of the TV remote. He call it his “precioussssss” and clutches it to his heart and has been napping with it. Sick days aren’t so bad when you have non-stop cartoons and are allowed to laze on the couch all day.

Yes……it’s definitely time for him to get well and get his brain back to a classroom.  

Oh…..the mustache?  Left over from a party.  He wants to keep it on forever.

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The Nap

Most afternoons, these two can be found like this.


Most days they are in bed. Some days, they are on the couch. But always, they are together.

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It rained this week. Not a soft gentle spring rain but a downpour. My yard flooded.


The chickens were not amused.


Nor was I. Especially because it rained inside my house. Yes, the kitchen ceiling had water dripping down. Both John and I were puzzled because our house has two stories and the room directly above was dry. Clearly something is amiss somewhere but we could not figure out where.

It is no longer raining and my kitchen is dry. Can I pretend there is nothing wrong with my roof?

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Requiem for a Hardware Store

I’m planning to paint my sons’ room this weekend. Today I drove down to my favorite local hardware store to buy the paint. They were closed. For good.

To say I’m stunned would be an understatement. Yeah, I know that competition from big box stores is fierce but these guys had it on customer service. One example — when we first moved here eight years ago, I took some screen panels from my porch in to be re-screened. They had a several week backup and there was no way my order could be completed within my timeframe. Since it was slow in the store that afternoon one of the workers took me in the workroom and gave me a quick lesson on how to re-screen the panels myself. He then sold me all the materials I needed and I was able to go home and do the job. Every spring since then, I’ve gone back and bought more supplies.

I’ve bought most of my house paint from this store. These guys can match any color you can dream of. They let me take decks of paint chips home and are more than happy to shake up a can that’s been sitting in my garage for a while.

They have experts on just about any project we are tackling. Need to know how to fix a toilet? Ask them. Want to learn how to glaze a window? Just ask. Need to know what’s the best ant killer? Just ask. Looking for a special part or tool? They are more than happy to order it. Seriously, this store rocked!

And now, it’s gone. I guess it’s a sign of the times where mega-stores full of impersonal staff and imported products rule. But I see it as something even worse. Not only has our community lost this handy little store but we’ve also lost the helpful and friendly staff, leaving a hole in the community. I will miss my favorite store. In oh-so-many ways.

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The Mittens

Last week in kindergarten, Oli’s teacher read the class The Mitten. Afterwards, they did mitten crafts — basically tracing their hands and coloring in their own mittens. Oli came home excited and spent the afternoon making more and more mittens. He gave me his favorite one. While he was napping, I decided to make his drawing come to life and pulled out some yarn and knitting needles. A few days later, his art was ready for wear:


The weather has turned spring-like so I’m not sure he’ll get much chance to wear them. Fortunately they are a bit big so they will fit next year.

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Farmers Market

A trip to the city farmers market. We bought a lot of veggies.


We did not buy any meat.


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