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I did this…did you?
There is a story that goes along with this dollhouse. Back when I was 16 Don came up to my house on Ann Lane Christmas Eve to spend time with me while I was babysitting my sisters while my mom and dad went to a party. Dad left a project for Santa (Don) to put together while they went out. We spent the next several hours putting tab A into Slot A and so forth. Dad was happy that it was done when he got home. That was the first time that I realized that Don was a keeper. He knew things.

How many hours did I spent playing jacks when I was a kid…many, many, many. How easily entertained we were back then.
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Seems like everything about you gets under my skin.
The way you appear out of nowhere – unannounced and full of crap.
The way you linger and hover over me, hour after hour.
The way you drain me of my energy, my spunk, my shine.
The way you showcase my flaws.
The way you change my plans.
The way you keep me guessing.
The way you make me long for something more.
The way you plant grass that’s greener on the other side.
The way you force me to notice when things get better.
The way you remind me I have people to lean on.
The way you push me to ask for help.
The way you give me reasons to be vulnerable.
The way you insist I face my fears.
The way you pester me till I fight back.
The way you demand I get a grip.
The way you keep my ego in check.
The way you teach me lessons I never would have signed up for.
The way you prove I’m stronger than I ever imagined.
There are so many ways you get under my skin.
And so many reasons I’m better for it.
by Liv Lane
I discovered Liv’s blog today and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Bad days. We all have them. Sometime they strike out of nowhere for no apparent reason. But you feel the blues coming on slowly like a big freight train rolling inevitably down the tracks. You try to fight it. To distract yourself. To think of something else. Anything to prevent those tears that are welling up inside you and threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You analyze the reasons, digging into your psyche to see that unknown hidden problem that you are hiding so well up until now. Sometimes you are successful in beating the demon down. But sometimes a good cry is just what you need. 
What does my picket fence say about me? I’ve always loved seeing a picket fence surrounding a home. As I would drive by neighborhoods in my car those white pickets immediately attracted my attention. It always seemed that each house not only had the neat picket fence but the landscaping and flowers were neat too. There was something about enclosing a garden that made it special.
One day a few years ago I decided that I wanted a little of that at my house too. So Don and Ryan built me a small enclosed area with a picket fence. They put in a meandering gravel path with slate flat stones for walking. I loved the way it made the area look.
As I pulled up to my driveway in the wintertime the pickets blended in with the snow and seemed to protect the home.
It gave an architectural feeling as snow mounded up on the picket tops.
In Spring it was glorious to see the tulips and daffodils in my small fenced in garden.
And in summer my favorite view was from the porch swing looking out.
And the fence seemed to frame the weeping cherry tree in the Autumn.
I’ve loved my little white picket fence in all the seasons. It makes me happy to have it there to welcome me home every day.
These summer Mondays roll around pretty fast. Here it is another week of July. I’ve always said that I love Bradford in the summertime. The days have been hotter than usual this summer (as it is in the rest of the United States) and the living is easy. All those deep cleaning projects will just have to wait until fall because I don’t want to miss one day of the nice weather we are having.
I just finished The Cinderella Pact and can’t wait to see the movie they made of this book. Speaking of movies, where are all the summer blockbusters? If you are a teenybopper maybe this is the summer for you. I was online looking for a great movie to go to this weekend and there was nothing of interest to me.
The flowers are still doing well outside. The phlox and the hostas are blooming now.
And there is even a tiny pepper on Don’s plant.
I hope you are having a wonderful summertime wherever you are. Tonight I am going to our last class reunion committee meeting. The reunion is in two weeks.
Don’tya just love it? Sadie spends a lot of her time in the summer just sitting on the breezeway on her favorite cushion watching out back for squirrels and chipmunks. When she is not watching she takes frequent dips in our pond to cool off.
Yesterday we went to DuBois and visited this stone yard. We found some stone to build a small wall. I am planning on making a rock garden in the back.
the prevention or hindering of a potentially satisfying activity
Frustrations…we’ve all had them. Sometimes they are just minor..getting into the wrong line at Walmart and having the people ahead of you command undue attention. And sometimes they are major like getting caught in a traffic jam at rush hour and being delayed for an hour.
You learn to deal with them as you patiently wait in line telling yourself that this is your lesson in patience for the day trying to remember that one time when you had to have a price check. You learn to accept that sometimes there will be traffic and it was your misfortune to be on this particular road at this particular busy time.
So when a frustration hits you summon all your reserves of experience and use all your coping skills to be positive and make the best of the situation. Yes, you try. But sometimes frustration reaches a tipping point when you stop being the cheerful patient one and become the belligerent , when is it going to happen one.
By now you probably know that I am talking about me and my landscaping project. I was dealing with one contractor and when we weren’t seeing eye to eye (he was insisting on things that I didn’t want) I talked with another. Neither one has gotten back to me in a week. Is this normal? What ever happened to common courtesy or is that a rarity in this new world?
My frustration level is doubling each day.
I love my hills. There is something about the way my valley envelopes me cradling me within its greenness that makes me feel secure. It is a coziness that comforts and encourages peacefulness. Looking out at the endless hill behind my home gives me a sense of privacy away from the world and a place that I can feel at rest. I have been to other places and enjoyed the endless beaches and flat land that goes on forever. But my heart is in the hills.
Downton Abbey Dogs…I couldn’t resist.
And what does Sadie do when it is hot?
She sits in the lion fountain and watches for squirrels.