Just I started the book, Distant Shores by Kristin Hannah and am enjoying it very much. Birdie loves her home along the ocean and her children. Her husband was once the love of her life, but now something is missing. Birdie wonders if she’s the one whose missing out on life.
My father wasn’t a big home improvement guy. He could hammer nails and demolish whatever you wanted to be torn down, but that was the limit of his expertise. I always wanted to be better at home repairs than my father, and I have accumulated my own tools over the years. I’ve read how-to books on different projects I’ve wanted to tackle and had mixed results upon their completion.
There is an empowerment in working with your hands transforming a bunch of metal and screws into a shelving unit or painting a bedroom a new color. But, there are also the frustrations of a project that has gone terribly wrong.
The other day I set out to replace the roman blinds in one of our guest bedrooms with plantation wood blinds. I removed the old hardware. filled the holes in the window frame left by the old hardware and began to install a new set of blinds.
Well, remember the old adage of “measure twice, cut once”? I had measured the windows several times before I purchased the blinds. but I concentrated on the width of the windows, not so much the length. You guessed it! The blinds were too short!
I’m lucky I can use the blinds somewhere else, but I had to purchase new blinds and will continue my project tomorrow. Then my major frustration will be manipulating the drill at odd angles to screw in the hardware.
Wish me luck! I’ll need it…
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Ah, the quintessential sporting event of the year had the nation enthralled for the evening. Super Bowl Sunday. I know there’s also the World Series, Wimbledon, and the Masters, and they are important events.
But, the hoopla around the Super Bowl is different. Million dollar plus commercials have some people just tuning in to see the unique, but always memorable marketing masterpieces. Who can forget the little lost puppy and the Clydesdales?
They opened the roof for Lady GaGa and her army of 300 synchronized lighted drones dancing in the sky above her. Followed by the entertainer rappelling off the roof and onto the stage far below. I’ve never seen dancing drones at the Masters — only hideous green jackets. It’s a tradition, I know, but who thinks those jackets are spiffy?
Last night was the first time ever the Super Bowl went into overtime. At the half, the Falcons were ahead 28-3. I’m sure some people thought the game was over. I’ve learned the game isn’t finished until the final buzzer. The momentum and the score can change quickly. It can be won in the last minute as it was last night. I’d like to extend my congratulations to the Patriots and the Falcons for making it to the big game and playing with heart and determination. The only thing I would change is having the Packers playing. Go Pack!!
Another surprise were the political statements contained in the commercials and performances. I don’t remember seeing anything similar during the commercials in previous years. Unless nacho chip eating in a laundromat and Betty White undergoing a transformation after eating a candy bar has political undertones I’m not aware of.
I can’t wait until next year!
Families. So many words describe them — loving, supportive, close-knit, and warm. In January, some families can be described in less than flattering terms as the countdown to the Super Bowl begins.
Our family isn’t any different. My husband, sons and myself are avid Green Bay Packers fans while several other family members are Minnesota Vikings fans. My younger brother is such a fan, he has a large Vikings insignia tattooed on his upper arm.
Facebook has become Ground Zero for jabs, trash talk and a whole lot of crowing when someone’s team is doing well. My feed gets blown up with every snide meme about the Packers on the internet. The closer it gets to Super Bowl Sunday — the crazier the antics become. The dinner table is surrounded by purple jerseys and green and gold t-shirts. Conversations go from current events to stats, game plays and predictions about the outcome of the next NFL game.
Plenty of beer, pizza, mini tacos and a boat-load of appetizers make the rounds as all eyes are zeroed into the action on the TV. We even have soft miniature footballs we throw at the television when we are unhappy with the play-calling or disagree with a penalty the referees have called on our team.
The competitive spirit between all of us ends with the end of the football season; at least until March Madness begins. But that is another story…