our level of 'finished'

Nate and I are quite the team of beginning a project.  

Having lived in our house now, exactly a year, we have come A  Long Long Way!

Yet, to actually 'official' finish a job takes A Long Long Time!

Exhibit A.  The office.

One year ago there were burgundy curtain toppers to match the Lighthouse Border.  Along with this truly touch of class, came indoor/outdoor carpet.  

Exhibit B.  The timeline.

July:  Remove carpet to live with exposed plywood flooring
September:  Remove border to see two different paint colors
October:  Wipe down the walls in anticipation of painting (a month later)
November:  Paint the room gray and add cork flooring
December, cross our fingers:  finish molding and trim work

Looks finished until you look closer!  blue painters tape for trim, transition strips, molding, curtains, aargh

Jingle Bells - 2009

to follow or not to follow

This morning I realized how easy it was to 'not follow' someone on Facebook.

Unfortunately, I may use that procedure to 'not follow' more than I originally intended. 

I truly want to hear what is going on in my friends and families lives -

yet I don't want to hear all of the negative drama.  

 

Making of list of what I love to view and share on Facebook...

-pictures of kids in Halloween costumes

-birthday candles and well wishes

-a health difficulty

-a slightly inappropriate ecard

-football scores from the Friday night game

-a celebratory announcement

-a book or movie review

-a funny video of a kitten and dog playing

Sorry - but Facebook isn't the best venue to solicit more chaos and drama from me.   

solid

The hospital near our house is building a new cancer center.    

The building is replacing the long forgotten empty parking lot that once housed our beloved Watt Powell Park.   That baseball field was one of the first things that I remember our family doing together, that involved 'tickets and planning and such.'    Mom worked for Blue Cross at the time, so we would get free tickets to many of the games each year.   Dad would take us and he would watch the game more seriously than the game ever intended.  

The organ player who rallied us with live cheers. 

The trains amazed us with its whistle of warning.

The traffic of MacCorkle Ave had us running to the back of the stands.

But now we welcome a new cancer center in that same spot.  Something of hope and encouragement.  

One of the supporting beams for the center was available for  public signatures.

I am happy to have this memories of Watt Powell and the future of the Cancer Center.

ahhhh welcome back

I have missed you sweet blog.  

Your kind and forgiving blank white screen would call to me, yet I stayed away.  

I promise to keep in touch better.   Pinky Swear!

dining room phase 2

Thank goodness for simple.

Some may think that tan and white and white is boring -

I think it is serene, clean and a back drop for our life.

before shot - if the wallpaper doesn't scare you away...

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a passing prayer

At least once a day, rain or shine,  - Ripley and I head out to breath the fresh air for me and to burn some crazy puppy energy for her.  While the pleasant homes, manicured gardens and other walkers are all so enjoyable to walk past, we opt for a diversion on the last 4 blocks toward home.

We leave the river view and head past the hospital.   There we encounter too many cars, piles of cigarette butts, stinky city buses, and overflowing trash cans. 

However, this route gives us an opportunty to send love to the patients who are worried, the nurses who are overworked, the doctors expertise and the family mmbers that are frequently just waiting for good news.  

People smile, just seeing Ripley - maybe that smile ease the worry lines.  

I feel incapable of praying right now - but Ripley and I do send love and energy into the hospital everyday.