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Thursday, July 27, 2017

A Week is Too Long.

I thought blogging once a week would be easier. It's not. Too many photos and activities to squeeze into one post...I get overwhelmed. Megan has started micro-blogging on Fb; four photos capturing the who, what, and where, of each day. I think I will try that here.
Last weekend Brewier and I drove up to Independence VA, to look at and photograph a house my brother was interested in buying. The house was a bust, but the drive up was beautiful. From Independence we drove to Abingdon, VA, stopping in Damascus, when we spotted a brewery. Again, I can't believe our hobby has become visiting breweries, I guess thats what happens when your knees hurt too much to hike. The drive between the two towns is very rural and scenic, and the road is lined for miles and miles with Christmas tree farms. I was especially happy when we came upon the Appalachian Trail, because there are no bathrooms in rural VA, and I am a well hydrated person.
Once in Abingdon, we drove through town which I want to go back and explore sometime soon, then on to our destination, Wolf Hills Brewing, where they serve a very generous, omg we should have split one, flights. And because things come in threes, Tuesday night we joined the Asheville Brewers Alliance for a tasting at one of our newer breweries, Hillman. Very good beer and very nice owners, Brandi and Grieg Hillman. Yesterday was our Beehive coffee day; we are always so happy to see Sophie. She and I were wearing the same shirt, and we each thought of the other as we put it on in the morning.
I went to visit Brewier and as I was walking up the stairs I saw these two little racoons on his steps. I thought it was odd that they were sleeping there, and sure enough the next day animal control had to be called to remove them because they had rabies.
Oliver has started cleaning and organizing the house, all on his own, He made my bed, (and I resisted the urge to fix it) and arranges the pillows and throw on the sofa, they way he thinks it should be.




















Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Big Crafty

Our favorite art show of the year was held last weekend. Megan had her tent set up and Brewier assisted her for the day. While they worked, Oliver and I wandered around the venue, as well as downtown, for SIX hours. By the time the Big Crafty was over, I was tired, sunburned, and my feet were bruised because I wore flimsy little sandals. Oliver was fine.
I was really excited to see Clever Raven, just three tents away from Megan, and was even more excited to come home with a robot that now sits on our kitchen counter and acts as guardian of the night.







Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Things I've Learned This Past Week.

Summer is for relaxing, no matter what your age.




If you start walking around the Biltmore, in a restricted area, (behind the castle), the estate police will find you and escort you back to the public area.





I love reading cookbooks, but I'm not much of a cook. However, I am a great baker and can set a pretty table.


Sometimes you can find the perfect lamp at the thrift store... $8!


Listening to Mike and Amy, while drinking beer and eating hotdogs is still one of my favorite ways to spend a Saturday night.


Could the sky BE any more beautiful? I guess if there were no power lines it could be.


Every letter of the alphabet is important. Where R you?


After inviting friends over for brunch and serving them plain scrambled eggs, I tried making a frittata. It was delicious, and now I have something I can cook for the next time they visit.

Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Things I've Learned This Year.

Shaving is better than waxing. After my waxing injury, where I pulled skin off of my cheek as well as hair, I recieved a message from a friend, whose smooth flawless complexion I've always admired. She shared with me that she shaves her face. I watched youtube videos on shaving, and read an article talking about how Japanese women have shaved their faces for hundreds of years. I clicked on over to Amazon and ordered my specialty razors, and have been shaving my face once a week ever since. It also has the added benefit of exfoliating my aging face. Just be careful while shaving between your eyebrows. Twice now I've slipped and removed a third of my inner brow.

I can cut my own hair, and it looks ok.

Being invisible isn't as awesome as I thought it would be. Growing up I always thought being invisible would be a fantastic super power to have; keep in mind I'm an (extroverted) introvert. If school got to overwheming, I could fade out, if any of my younger brothers were bothering me, poof! I'd be gone. When I hit 50, my dream of becoming invisible came true, but not the way I expected.

Have you noticed that when you spay or neuter your pet (we had cats), no matter how acitve they are their bellies get big and soft? Menopause has had the same effect on me.


FInding stylish clothes that fit is nearly impossible. I follow a lot of fashion bloggers on Instagram and Pinterest, (most of them are over 55), looking for help and inspiration. These ladies all have great style, look fantastic, and have links to the clothing pieces they are wearing...they are also very slim with little to no chest. I went to several different stores looking for and trying on the reccomended clothing items, and it was if I had gained 20 pounds, because everything hangs from my boobs; tunic's and floaty tops are not my friend. I am living in t-shirts and stretchy skirts, just as I have for the past three sumers.
I was so excited to find this DVF dress that was raved about on a fashion forum I belong to. It was supposed to be perfect for my large busted, now apple shaped body. The shoulders, waist and hips fit beautifully. The dressing room attendent suggested I just pin the top together; I may I snorted when she said that. Brewier suggested I start a fashion blog for similarly shaped ladies entitled, "Everything Hangs From My Boobs." All I get is a mental picture of nursing babies dangling from my chest.


If Megan or Brewier ask me if I'm alright, (after a chemical/fragrance exposure) instead of snapping, "Yes." I need to realize that if they are asking, then I'm not myself, and I am not okay. It took my five minutes to write that sentence, because I was exposed to fabric softener this afternoon. Every word was misspelled, and some were out of order.