A place where I can share interesting ideas and maybe get a few things off my chest

Organic Life Coffeehouse

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Outdoor seating, too!

In the nerve-wracking days leading up to Hurricane Irma’s arrival, with my work campus closed. Mom’s day center closed, and our home as prepared (we thought) as we might be, I had to get myself out of the house for a little while. I had been meaning to visit Organic Life Coffeehouse in Palm Harbor for as long as it had been open, and decided it was past time.

They have all kinds of sandwiches and wraps, baked goods, pastries, and of course, what I was there for–coffee.

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Larry cheerfully behind the counter

The latte’ Joanne prepared for me was wonderful but I didn’t think to take a picture of it. I was too busy drinking it.

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They have live music several nights a week. Larry also plays guitar!

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Organic Life Wall O’ Friends

I had my notebook with me and spent some time writing while I enjoyed my drink. There was nice jazz playing. It would be the perfect place for a writer to get in some quality writing time, if she didn’t have a day job. Maybe they’ll let me hang out there on the weekends.

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Goodwill Haul 2.18.17

I love going to our local Super Goodwill store. It provides a valuable service to the community and a cheap adventure for me. Sometimes I have a purchasing goal in mind; more often I just want to go see what might be there. The treasures of today’s haul fall into a variety of categories.

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Kidstuff

First we have Kidstuff, in anticipation of my granddaughters visiting over spring break. We already have one sand bucket and shovel, so getting this second one at Goodwill saved me from paying $10 or more at the state park’s concession when we visit Honeymoon Island next month. I figure the magnifying bug buckets will be just as handy for magnifying shells and other sea treasures we find on our trip to the beach. And a bean bag toss set up in the yard (or den, if it’s raining) can be just as much fun for the 3-year-old as the 10-year-old.

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Vessels

Here we have a miniature version of my sewing baskets, a place for my rings to live when I take them off during dinner prep so they don’t end up under the hot mitts on top of the microwave, and a set of three small baskets, of which I need only one for holding small items in my dresser. Who knows where the other two might end up? Holding napkin rings in the buffet? Keeping Sharpies together in the desk? The possibilities are endless!

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3 of 4 books

The first book is one I have had in my Amazon Wish List for a long time. When I got home, I realized that I finally bought it. From Amazon. Now I have two. At least this one is hardback. The second book looked interesting and I thought Steve might like to read it, too. Nope. The third is about a woman who started a blog, which was turned into a book, which was turned into a movie. Essentially, a blogger’s dream. Maybe I’ll get some pointers. The fourth book is a 1986 collection of short science fiction edited by Harlan Ellison. Steve was interested in that one, so it is on his nightstand and not available for the photoshoot.

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Quilted Nativity

And finally, the thing that just makes my heart melt every time I look at it, and what made me decide to make “Goodwill Haul” an on-going, if occasional, blog entry series. A well-loved, hand-made, quilted Nativity. I thought I was long past adding to my Nativity collection, but I could not leave this lovingly wrought handicraft stranded on the Goodwill shelf, jumbled up amidst the mismatched coffee cups and chipped tchotchkes.

“Love me, love my dog”

I haven’t been posting here lately because all my energy is going to my mother’s care, and all my writing efforts toward processing everything that involves are going to Not The Roommate I Expected.

My dismay at much of our daily “news” is too much for me to process and write about. It makes my brain hurt and the idea of researching it more in-depth in order to provide proper citation, etc. etc., makes my brain hurt even more and also makes my stomach hurt a little. Fortunately, my friend, Harold, frequently conveys the essence of what I’m feeling, and helps me realize I’m not alone in this dismay.

I’m basically a small-town corn-fed bumpkin from Western Nebraska who found out he was gay and probably above-average in intelligence at about the same time in 2nd or 3rd grade. Even though I didn’…

Source: Love me, love my dog

No Excuse Mammogram

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Mammograms are no fun, and I’m not even sure how effective they are for women with no family history of cancer, but my main excuse for not getting one done was the inconvenience. When the MammoBus showed up in my campus parking lot, I couldn’t use that excuse any more.

Okay – nice interior, comfy waiting area, free pens and mints. This might not be so bad.

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And look – a nice, pink wrap! I don’t look nervous at all, right?

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And there’s the beast. The only improvement since the last time is that the surfaces are cold plastic, which is not quite as uncomfortable as cold stainless steel.

Well, ladies – if I can do it, you can do it. But I don’t think I’ll do it again.

Happy Easter

 

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Mom, on Good Friday: Tomorrow’s Easter!

Steve: No, tomorrow is Saturday; Easter is on Sunday

 

Mom, on Saturday: Happy Easter!

Steve: No, today is Saturday, Easter is tomorrow, on Sunday.

 

Mom, on Easter Sunday: Merry Christmas!

Steve: —

Raisins

Raisins 1

Me: Mom, don’t you like raisins?

Mom: Yes, I like raisins.

Me: Then why did you take all the raisins out of your cookies?

Mom: Those aren’t raisins.

Me: Yes, you have oatmeal raisin cookies. Those are the raisins.

Mom: Oh. I thought they were just junk.

Me: Why would they put junk in your cookies? They’re raisins!

Mom: Okay.

Raisins 2

Me: Mom! Why are you still taking the raisins out of your cookies?

Mom: What? I can’t hear you.

Me: WHY ARE YOU STILL TAKING THE RAISINS OUT OF YOUR COOKIES?

Mom: Because I don’t want them.

Me: Do you want me to buy you different cookies that don’t have raisins?

Mom: Do you want them?

Me: No, I want you to have cookies you like. Do you want me to buy different cookies?

Mom: No, these are fine.

My husband is doing yardwork today, which means he has the garage all disarranged with bikes and mowers and all kind of things in the normal walkways.

I am in the office and hear my husband’s voice yelling, which tells me that he is trying to convey some kind of information to my mother. Upon investigation, I find that she wants to get the laundry basket from the garage in order to gather up her dirty laundry, and even with all the clutter in the way, doesn’t quite understand why she can’t just get the basket and get her laundry going.

After a few minutes, I remember that she has her own laundry basket, purchased specifically for her, as the latest in a series of attempts to keep my Clean Laundry basket  used for only clean laundry.

The first volley in this on-going battle happened several months ago, when I found the Dirty Laundry basket (normally kept on the floor of the garage) sitting on top of the chest freezer filled with my clean laundry Mother had helpfully removed from the dryer. In an attempt to keep this from happening again, my helpful husband got out his trusty Sharpie and labelled it.

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We thought that took care of the issue, until I realized Mom was using the Clean Laundry basket to carry her dirty laundry from her room to the garage. My helpful husband again pulled out his trusty Sharpie, resulting in both baskets being labelled.

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It also occurred to me that the hamper Mother had in her room might be too unwieldy (sample pic below – hamper is already gone).

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So, I purchased a smaller basket for her to use for her laundry, took the hamper away and placed the basket in her room.This is what is looks like today:

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This afternoon, I’ll be making another trip to Target, this time to purchase a set of wall hooks for my very helpful husband to put up just above the basket in Mom’s room. All I have to do is get Mother to buy into the idea of using them instead of piling all her clothes, some of which she “might want to wear again”, on top of upside-down basket. Oh, and using her own laundry basket for her dirty laundry so she’ll leave my Clean Laundry basket alone.

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