A birthday gift from K. She thought it said wonderer. Who am I to dispute it. She found them and because she loves me, she gifted them to me. I call that wonder. “Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder!”
And I am a wanderer, yeah a wanderer. I gets around!
Author: Yarrowhouse
Cause I’m a wonderer!
It’s been over a year already?
Wonderers:
My vow of silence is over. I had some mighty problems that I turned over to the Lord but I just kept talking about them. No matter how the conversation started, it would end up on the topics I left at the alter. I just couldn’t stop. I had to close myself off and put my faith in him. He is mighty and now all is well. I can’t wait to see what everyone has been up too.
Back Scratcher
Good Morning Wonders!
It’s Monday and I actually had some madness over the weekend that I need to share.
I have a back scratcher “The Bearclaw!” but I didn’t know it’s full potential. I bought it at Walgreens 2 years ago just because I liked the way it looked. Having capsulitis I can’t always lift my shoulders and definitely can’t rotate them at will, so this little tool was needed.
Well Saturday while the carpet was being vacuumed I noticed it wasn’t picking up anything. Why would it? Kids don’t pick up anything on the floor they just think the vacuum destroys things like the garage disposal does with limitations. Anyway as I was clearing out the sock,, Legos and dog hairs, the more you pull out the deeper you must go. I used a Pencil, toothbrush, comb end, hanger ( tried it but the bent end deterred my efforts.). I looked around and finally I saw something that I thought would reach, The Back Scratcher!
I was digging and digging and when I went to pull it out, well, it got stuck. I gave it another pull and what? The arm extended. What? I didn’t know that. All this time I’ve been using it to just get to my bra strap and I could have scratched my whole back. I could have gone over my shoulder and scratched my butt if I wanted too. I’m such a dork! Have could I’ve not known. Now the super back scratcher, my new favorite tool is so becoming and has multiple uses.
I’ve used it to reach in and get clothes out of the dryer. Sssh, don’t tell the hubby I still need the pedestal for my washer and dryer. It hurts to extend my shoulder and reach into the back of the dryer. I’m convinced if it was on a pedestal I would be waist level to the opening and then could reach my whole torso into the dryer. That would be better until my back goes out. But I’ve been saved at least for now by my handy back scratcher.
I also used to to change the time on my wall clock.
Now it doesn’t have to be right 50% of the time.
Wonderers I’ll get back to you on all the other things my back scratcher can do. Alex thinks I’m Inspector Gadget. I’ll have to watch the reruns, I’m not sure if that a compliment or not.
Well I’m off to art camp. 🙂
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.
All Is Well
Happy Day Wonders!
For weeks now I have been in a funk. I’ve been so busy ending the school year, planning summer fun and worrying myself about a crack in my foundation. My daughter has been trying to ease me back to my all is well mentality and yesterday she challenged me on Facebook to sing a worship song. Wow had I been missing so long that she wanted me to sing? In public no doubt. I meet her challenge and when I woke up this morning, I felt the need to catch up on my life in case you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up too since the PTA bake off. I did my celebration mom end of school party having to bake cupcakes for the entire 6th grade!
The auction went well and the children enjoyed themselves. They asked me to follow them to 7th grade.
I’ve accepted a nomination for Vice President for Catawba River Art Guild and accepted a seat on the neighborhood community board. Had the first meeting at my house last Monday and I baked a pound cake and served ice tea. Now in organizing 4th of July events for the neighborhood and a summer activity calendar for the neighbor kids. Meetings, meetings and more meetings! I hope I haven’t over extended myself.
Yes I have been busy but as my daughter reminded me, all is well! I haven’t drawn or painted anything. The new art class is an open air class and it is just tooooo hot!
PTA
Hello Wonderers:
In the beginning of the school year I signed for the PTA (Parent Teacher Association. I agreed to do all volunteer titles but especially – The Baking Committee. I never received a call all year but last week I signed up to volunteer.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I did hall monitoring. Thursday afternoon I made and distributed popcorn and drinks for Teacher Appreciation. Friday I baked desserts for a staff luncheon.
By Friday afternoon I was exhausted but I enjoyed my week of volunteering. At this point they asked where I’ve been all year. My thoughts on that question – I signed up PTA (please take action.)
When You Care Enough….
Good Morning Wonderers!
I hope everyone enjoyed Mother’s Day. I had a lovely day myself and as usual my children did their best to out do each other for the winning gift. They get a kick out of surprising me. When they were little I never let them spend money on me. I still prefer that they did not but I can’t stop the older children and they always come up with something extra special. I’m so lucky!
This year I got something that I have to share on Mundy Madness.
Alex worked around the house all last week earning money to buy cards. He presented me with a piece of paper with a explanation.
“Um Mom Mom. I couldn’t find a card that said what I wanted to say so I made you one!” I live for the handmade stuff so I eagerly accepted it. Take a peek!
“We may not be the best family in the world but we will always love no matter what”
I wasn’t sure how to take at first but hey, it was made from the heart and sent with love. This year Alex you win!
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.
P.S. Children I loved all my cards and gifts.
DANCE
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pick-me-up/
Responding to what word brings me happiness.
The word dance always brings me happiness. Just writing the word seem to bring a feeling of pleasure. And I love to dance!
The passion started at a young age. Twirling around in a tutu and ballet slippers to tap shoes and sparkling costumes made out of satins. I would dance across the performance stage, tongue hanging out the side to my mouth to my mothers dismiss. I couldn’t help it, it was a flaw in the genes but none the less when the performance was over I would be elated. I got through it without any mishaps. Flowers and fancy dinners would follow. Everyone together celebrating my victory. Dance would bring my family together through illness, separation and even divorce.
As a teenager dancing would bring personal freedom. Time to reflect on where I was going and how far I had come. Looking at myself in the mirror as I twirled across studio floors. Long neck, long arms and long muscular legs that for years men and women would comment about whenever I displayed them. A dancer’s body. The body I developed through years of dedication to the art. Dancing for one of the most prestigious dance academy in Philadelphia was my reward. I gladly gave up my Saturday morning and catch the el to rehearse with Philadanco.
As a young woman the partying never stopped. From dancing in the basement with blue lights to club hopping into the morning lights. We could put a party together at the drop of a hat. All we needed was a blue light bulb and something to drink. It always amazed me how through dancing you could meet and fall in love on the dance floor. It would get hot with all the grinding and bumping but the blue lights made everybody look good so you danced until the lights came on and you hoped that magic was real and he asked you for your phone number.
As an older woman I still love to dance with my husband on the rare occasion that we do. When he holds me close and twirls me across the floors I fall in love with him all over again. I feel happiness. I feel young and alive again. After a night of dancing when I wake up I still feel that magic from the night before and I wonder why we don’t dance more often and then I move and feel the pains in my knees and it all comes back to me. Arthritis.
So I wait until the next time I get to actually dance but I live with the feeling dancing gave me through my youth. I dance with my grandchildren as I twirl them across the floor hoping that dancing brings them the happiness I felt. When they stick that tongue out I know they are concentrating on the dance and they laugh and I laugh knowing that it’s in the genes.
Take the time to dance everyone for happiness.
Neighborly
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/?dp_writing_challenge=flash-fiction
I watched through the window while you let your dog urinate on my front lawn. I should have stopped you instead I put a post on the neighborhood email. I bet everyone including you will never let it happen again. That’s me being neighborly!
100th Post
Good Morning Wonderers:
I know you’ve been wondering how my home improvement while the hubby was gone projects went. Well…. Drumroll Please….. HE LOVED IT!
First my project list:
Hang curtains
Organize closet
Wash windows
Organize the office
Hang mirror
Shampoo carpets
Wipe down all wood work
Wipe down doors and light fixtures
Wipe down kitchen cabinets
First off I delegated all the wipe down stuff to Brent. My shoulders said No!
My neighbor Andy let me borrow his stud finder and leveler. And while I had it I found all the studs for my windows and in the garage, the kids bathroom and the office. Oh future projects are in the wind. I’ve thought about buying my own stud finder but I would be like a kid with a loaded gun, dangerous. I marked out where all curtain rods should be installed and
Curtains hung. He picked gold but I’m getting ready for Christmas because I think red. With my rods up, what’s stopping me?
Office went from
To
Just need some artwork for that wall. I’m thinking bookshelves. I just met a young carpenter that I think can do it. I’m having him put some shelves in the bathroom to see what he can do. I didn’t do all that measuring for nothing! I wish I had the audacity to paint a mural. And you know I do! I need another road trip for Popi for sure.
Oh and so you know, we did put a hole in the wall in the stairwell when we moved a dresser from the garage up stairs. A little putty knife, putty and paint, he didn’t notice it. I had to wash the stairwell walls though to pull that one off!
I hung the mirror in the bedroom and did get all the carpets shampooed.
I did not get to washing the windows but hey, I covered then with drapes. I only had 6 days. If he had been gone longer I probably would have killed myself. But when he was gone I had fun doing what I wanted to do with no explanation or criticism. When he came back he loved the improvements. That’s what I call compromising my way! 😉
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering!
The Wonder of Yarrow House 