Sights Sounds and NEVER AGAIN Around the Old Homestead

The weeks are rolling by

and I'm not sure if that makes me happy or not.

I suppose any week we're all still here is a good one.

As to the day to day, I have been working

 on some projects and solving "issues".

One issue is Justice falling down and up? 

the stairs in the middle of the night. 

A bevy of night lights has not solved the problem.

Not good for the sleep deprived,

 and no thrill for Miss Justice either.

I had this fencing in the garage for some time, 

waiting to be sanded, cleaned, painted and installed.

It was too narrow for the spot but the shoe basket fits perfectly 

in the gap and the problem was solved.

You would think, wouldn't ya?

Except remember the other pooch that dwells here?

Howie?

It took him all of 30 seconds to realize
 he could swing the gate open, 
and passage was once again possible.

Until I figure out a pretty solution 
a loop of rope solves the problem at night.

You would think wouldn't ya?

Around two 2 am, having just shut off the bed lamp, 
a light scratching could be heard..
Upon investigation I discovered it was not scratching, 
but chewing, as Howie attempted to chew his way
 through the basket to get to me.

Now they are both spoiled and have always 
had total access to the house..
well except for the bathtubs. 
Justice likes to jump in and out of them
 and I find the dog hair remnants gross... so no tubs..

Anyway they come and go up and down all night

so I felt the separation would be OK 
as they have four dog beds on the first floor. 

You would think wouldn't ya?

When I let Howie up to join me to stop the chewing, 

Justice woke up, realized she was alone and started to howl.

Howie joined in and once again I'll owe my neighbors
 some damn good cookies at the holidays..

Justice having all her bones unbroken is a priority,

learn to deal with it Howie.

My car was broken into (again).
(So insurance, police reports, fun stuff)

It was parked in the driveway because my garage
 is filled with stuff for that garage sale
I am NEVER going to have again.
The 2nd annual NEVER AGAIN sale is the 29th.

You remember I even threw away all my special flower signs
 after the last one? Well...what can I say....

some other gals wanted to have one too...so...
OK OK no excuses..I really don't know why?
WHYYYYYYYYYY?

The first couple piles, waiting to be sorted and priced.
I could cry..
"GoodWill I'm coming"

My 20 year old ash tree is succumbing to some horrible disease that has struck the majority of ash in lala land, and I am so saddened by it's condition.
Sadder still will be me up in the tree with a chain saw.
How old do you have to be before you 
stop thinking you can do anything?

When I decide to do these umm... "projects" I call up 
my SIL or my daughter on my cell and make them listen
 for my scream or fall so that they can then call for help..
from across town or 2,000 miles away.
What? You see a flaw in my plan?
I do this for gutter, roof, window washing and trees....
The chatting keeps me from being nervous and I like 
to speculate that I might actually survive the BIG FALL...

Made a couple more of these
in several sizes, some may show up on Saturday.
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just in case I get bored this week...
Thinking of repainting the kitchen cupboards-
yard work needed - about 2 full days-
toilet repair-
sprinkler repair-
recover free chair given to me-

dogs groomed
carpet cleaned pre holidays
(these last two from sale proceeds)

oh, and play Tarzan in the ash tree.

Z