Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Sun & A Question

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I’d just like to point out that the sun is shining this morning. It may not last, but it’s shining. It’s still coldish and a little windy but the daytime warm up begins tomorrow. Huzzah!

I’m going to clean the porch railings this morning and sweep the porch. Then I’ll run some errands, including getting the Adirondack chairs out of storage.

It’s still going to be cold at night for the next couple of nights, so I’m not going to uncover the rest of the garden beds until early next week.

Maybe winter is finally making its exit?

Judy, a longtime reader of this blog, suggested something the other day. She, as so many of you do, always reads the comments. She would love to know where everyone is from. I think that’s a great idea! So, for today’s comments, tell us where you’re from. It can be a specific town or city, or it can be an area. How about this? Tell us where you were born and where you live now.

I’ll start. I was born in Detroit and raised in a suburb of that city. Eventually, I moved away and lived in Philadelphia, Boston, Cambridge, San Diego, and now I live in New York State in the Hudson Valley, just about 75 miles from Manhattan.

Do tell!

Happy Friday.

 

Errands, Treasures & Maybe a Primal Scream

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Yesterday: I went to the dump, recycled boxes from the cable company, drove to the cable company and turned in three pieces of equipment, ran errands at Lowes and Target, came home, vacuumed, and then had dinner with Rick and Doug.

A rather efficient day for someone who has been feeling not-at-all-efficient lately.

Today: Frosty precipitation on the ground, freezing temps overnight and it’s April 19th. Every conversation I have with a fellow resident of the Hudson Valley revolves around “When the heck is Spring coming?” I don’t remember it taking this long. We might be three weeks behind rather than two weeks.

So frustrating!

Valiantly trying to open despite the freezing temperatures.

In my never-ending quest to find more pieces of that antique red transferware plate, I frequently walk through the part of the corral where I found them. No red transferware as of yet, but I did find this pottery shard yesterday:

It has moved to my little found treasure dish.

The seashells were obviously found elsewhere, but the green cup handle, the old hose nozzle, pieces of pottery, robin’s egg shell, pod and feather were found on the property. This is actually a lovely brown aesthetic transferware plate, but I’ve covered up most of the design!

Rick and Doug are in that wonderful first stage of home ownership where they have no idea what was planted where on the property and they’re discovering crocus and lots of daffodils and all kinds of early bulbs. Each new season brings new wonders.

Don has started an Escape to Margaritaville Ukulele Orchestra. Everyone who has signed up will procure a ukulele and Don’s teaching them chords and they’ll eventually play together – maybe even a flash mob kind of thing.

He’s so darned cute, that guy. They’re on Instagram: @e2mukuleleorchestra.

If you have a hankering to learn some chords, Don and fellow cast member Matt have provided some videos to help you.

And that’s all for today. Rainy, cold, blah, blah, blah. I am about ready to do a primal scream.

Happy Thursday.

Readjusting

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Well.

I ended up having ‘one of those days’ yesterday. I couldn’t climb out of my funk. Nothing seemed to go right. I was depressed by the rain and cold and the lack of spring weather. I was more than depressed about Spanky and his corrupt gang of grifters.

Don said he was having the same sort of day. Maybe something was in the air? Something astrological? (I don’t follow astrology, but what the heck.)

It’s still very cold. Too cold to do more work in the garden. And temps are really not going to rise significantly until the last week in April. Insane.

I spent part of the day connecting the new cable box and then trying to replace a perfectly good modem with another one that our cable provider sent. Of course, that means I was on the phone with our cable company for a long time. Turns out that the new modem didn’t have a phone jack and we still have a land line and are not about to get rid of it. So I reverted back to the other modem, which was working perfectly well.

Now I get to go to the local cable office and drop off old modems, new modems and the old cable box. Oy. I miss the days (not that long ago) when someone actually came to the house and hooked everything up. Now we seem to pay even more for cable minus the in-person customer service. I told them so during my extensive phone time with them yesterday.

And then to top it off, while I was buttering my baked potato and getting ready to sprinkle it with pepper, I mistakenly grabbed the cinnamon, which promptly dumped all over the potato. I like cinnamon, but not on a baked potato.

Good times.

Today is a new day.

Attitude readjustment in process.

Happy Wednesday.

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