…A couple of years ago I made the statement “a house is not a home unless there is a paino or organ in it” and in passing continued on with another conversation. It wasn’t long before Russ was scanning Ebay pages, found two and bought them both. I was now the proud owner of an organ or two. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for Our Journey
Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
What A Surprise!
I met so many nice people since I landed in the online world of computing. I could go on and on about my start but that will have to be for another blog. I have lost count of those I’ve encountered along the way. My darling husband was discovered there and I’m so pleased I found him. The great thing about having online friends is that you never quite know what surprise might be waiting for you in this vast area of “online”… and it was the same this morning. I woke up, made my coffee, along with other little chores and then settled in…and there it was… Read the rest of this entry »
We Did It!
I am so excited…I looked in the garden last week and low and behold! There they were! When I looked them up in the gardening book I have, they said “they are a challenge to grow”… In talking to others, I am the only one I know that has had any success with them. What are they? Read on… Read the rest of this entry »
Choosing Colors
Ahhh.. now this is an interesting subject in this household. What a shock when we first came to choose the colors of some remodeling we were doing. What I found when I arrived here was pink walls (varying shades of different pinks), red carpet (with a pattern), and burgundy leather furniture. I nearly ran for my life…but… Read the rest of this entry »
Vacation (Holidays)
Russ is finally on his holidays (or vacation as we say in the States). He has two weeks off and I’m pleased to have him home with me. He always lines up projects to complete so this time it’s putting in a concrete sidewalk. He does it by placing “slabs” so it is hard work as it has to be dug out first.
Family Parties
It was a birthday celebration and Russ and I were invited. I should have been happy about that. Why? Well, that they thought enough of us to invite us. Or perhaps that we were the only folks there that was not family so we must have been special. But I was sad.
Neighbors (or Neighbours)
Being a good neighbor means different things to different people. To me, a good neighbor is there when they are needed and not when they are not. How to accomplish this is a fine balancing act.
Holding Hands
One of the first things I noticed when I first moved to England in 2000 is that everyone was holding hands. No matter the age, they were holding hands as they walked along. I kept thinking it was because I just happened to notice more.
