Cats With Hats

 I know this Cat with a Hat...and now I see his entire class!

Message for Clayton From a 2nd grader

Clayton this is what you need to do to be successful in school.

Chipping Away

 Larry put the floor in the laundry room yesterday.  We had to have Martine come back and he put new floor under the washer and dryer and a place in the kitchen where it was rotted out.  At some time the washer leaked and it rotted the floor.  The floors here are just pressed wood.  Larry sorta of wanted to tile the laundry but we would had to have re-floored the entire room.  You can see he has pulled all the nasty masonite paneling and put sheet rock up and finished it.  He redid the window.  It did not have any trim.  The old man who built this house was cheap scape.  The inner walls are cedar.  They will never have termites or will not really rot.  He got someone to mill the cedar is what Larry thinks.

Fleta, the floor is not the laminate.  It is vinyl.  Sort of the same but this will really take water, too.  We did not have to put anything under it.  The floor just had to be clean.

 Larry left this place under the plumbing for washer.  He has a piece of wood that goes there.  It can be removed to get to these pipes.  He also left a space by the breaker box.  Nothing here is grounded.  Another way Mr. Wilson saved a few cents.  We hope to have a new breaker box some day.  Larry has grounded all the plugins in the kitchen and in here.

I picked the lightest color they had at Lowes ...it is call teak.  It may not match perfect, but it looks better that that green and gold linoleum.

 The laundry room has two full closets (one is a pantry and one is for the water heater) and this half closet.  Larry has redone all the doors.  They are beautiful.

 These pictures are 2 days apart and you can see the melting is slow.

Neighbors Moving In Soon

According to the Purple Martin Association, I should see Martin scouts between March 1 and 15.  I bet this cold weather makes them closer to the 15th.  Last year by this time, the scouts were here.

Only A Memory

Soon this icy, snow storm will be just a memory.   Warm days are around the corner.  Promises of 60 degrees and sunshine are in the future.  We will forget about the frigid, freezing mornings and the sleet and ice hitting our windows.  I am taking Astrid and Sigrid to school this morning.  They start 2 hours late, but Ingrid had to be at her School for basketball early.  I will drop Astrid off at 9:30 and then take Siggie to school.  Laura's school started at normal time.  Complicated delivers when you have 3 to deliver.  Laura works at a lower elementary school.  I think k through 3rd or 4th grade.  She teaches kids with speech difficulties.  Eric teaches Language Arts--we called it English!  Erin works in the office coordinating nurses going to homes where folks need care.  She also does the coding so the Agency will get paid.  Larry is remodeling this old house.  I have a new book to read about a girl whose father lives in Alaska and her mother in Baltimore.  It is a memoir about her life and how her parents divorce affected her life.  Only on chapter 3 but it is really good.  Lots of stuff to do today.  Hope the Sisters have good days.  Hope Patsy can breathe.  Hope Helen gets a thank you from her family.  Hope Fleta enjoys a little time by herself today!

Climb Higher

 Laura took the girls to a climbing wall rec place today.  They really had fun scaling to the top of the wall.

Fun in the Hills

Clayton is having fun today sliding down Harrison Hill.  His neighbor invited him over to play.  Looks like fun.  The two children with Clayton are the lady's grandchildren.  The little girl is Greta's buddy.  The boy is a year younger than Clayton.  This lady is a surgery nurse at the hospital.  Erin will correct me if that is wrong. She even invites both Clayton and Greta to come and stay all night when her grandchildren stay over.  She must be a saint....or maybe kin to our Aunt Helen?

Ooops

Here is Erin's road. I figured out the other road picture was from Georgia. Uh Oh.  Someone sent it to our dog blog.  Just a little off...Harrison, AR or Elljay, Georgia!?

Road to Work

Erin sent me this yesterday.  This was the road as she went out to work.  She drove a nurse to her "stops".  I think Erin did "not get that from me".  When the roads are bad, I stay home.  Last storm, I got to needing bread or something and Larry said go get it.  I said what about the roads.  He said they have been clear for days.  I thought well the Meadow isn't clear.

Today, Erin has probably already went down that icy Harrison Hill.  Hope we get a warm up and this is the last one of the season.

Just Don't Know

 Just don't know
If it's ice or snow
but this be told
I know it's cold!

Double Icky

 Rained a cold icy downpour all afternoon and then at dark it turned to snow and sleet.  Erin said they had a covering of snow by afternoon.  Poor Winnie she probably has a foot of this stuff.

Harrison this afternoon

Stand On Your Own

This is Fleta and I on Erin's wedding day.  I always wanted to be able to take care of myself growing up.  But I always had Sister there for a Scotch. She would jump out and put a rock behind the wheel for me. My entire growing up etched into my heart "be able to take care of yourself".  I went to work and left the summer I was 14.  Fleta had this job but got a better one and I took it.  I made 12 dollars a week and got room and board.  I had to work Monday through Saturday.  It was heaven for me.  The lady lived in a nice house near Berryville and ran a clothing store.  She brought me home clothes nearly every week.  I did not have to pay for them and I still got the 12 bucks a week.  I turned 15 that summer and from that time on...I always lived by the motto...I can....  I have lived my life that way.  But if I ever do need a scotch I know who will jump out of the rolling car and put a rock behind my wheel.   My Sister is and always has been the rock of my life!  I am thankful to have her.  We are total opposites.  Not much a like at all.  But opposites usually get along the best.  After trying to kill her, when we were about 12 and 15, I don't recall ever being mad at her again.  Love you, Sour Sister.  From, Sweet Sister!