You might recall that back in 2012 I regaled you with a tale about using power tools, namely the power washer. I’m sure it was one of those purely unforgettable stories that you then repeated many times around a campfire, the dinner table, and at the office water cooler!
When you’re done either laughing at my recollection or scratching your head while trying to recall what I am talking about, let’s move on to today’s “Roar”.
I am woman hear me roar…with a mower too big to ignore!
Steve and I bought a new lawn tractor and I am the operator of said tractor. My first ride, I could feel the power as I zoomed up the driveway toward the front lawn. I turned toward the lawn, lowered the blades, and smiled as thousands of pieces of grass confetti shot out the right side of the cutting deck. My hair was pulled back, the wind was blowing across my face…and so was the grass I had just cut!
Note to self: never mow into the wind unless you LIKE the taste of cut grass!
These days, I whip around the yard and zoom up and down the driveway. It’s fun!
I’ve made good use of that power washer, too. My porch furniture never looks better than after a fresh power washing! It has a way of making everything shiny and new!
Plus, I can also add the snow blower to the list of power tools I have mastered. Had plenty of opportunity to use that baby this past winter. Kind of glad it’s been exchanged for the lawn tractor, though!
Until next time, may there be power tools in your life that make your life easier, comfier, and more beautiful! Happy Spring, Y’all!!
Posted in garden, Home Improvements, Nature, Valerie J. Patterson
Tagged comedy, garden, home, humor, Outdoors, Spring, Summer, Valerie J. Patterson
Jillian here. This weekend marked the 45th anniversary of the “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind” trip to the moon. Do you remember where you were when it happened? It’s one of those pivotal moments in history where people seem to recall exactly where they were when it occurred.
My dad and I got into a discussion about this yesterday. He said he’d been searching his memory banks because he couldn’t recall where he was on that date and it was driving him crazy. I saved the man from losing his mind because I remembered. I was eight years old but I remember exactly where we were. As soon as I started telling him, he recalled, too.
We lived right outside Washington, D.C at the time but we were visiting my grandparents in northern Alabama. We were at their house on the Tennessee River which we always called the lake house. We watched it on television and then went outside, sat in lawn chairs and peered up at the sky talking about the men up there and whether or not, when the moon eventually became full, if we’d be able to see the USA flag up there. It was a fun, fanciful evening as we even joked about the man in the moon hanging out with them and offering them green cheese to eat. How in the heck my dad forgot all that, I’ll never know. LOL
So, do you remember where you were? I’d love to hear. And we won’t even get in to the conversation about whether it was all a hoax. I prefer to believe it really happened.
Posted in Family, Jillian Chantal
Tagged 1969, Alabama, Family, flag, history, home, lawn, moon, moon walk, moonwalk, One small step one giant leap, tennessee river, USA, Washington DC
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Hi Everyone, I’m Marie Tuhart and I’m very happy to be here at Over The Back Fence blog. I’ll tell you a little bit about me, I’m a native Californian born and raised there until 2012, when I retired from … Continue reading
Recently, inspired by the imminent arrival of autumn/winter, we decided to decorate and re-carpet the upstairs of our house. The scheduling wasn’t perfect as it coincided with the arrival of the new pup and a visit from my mum. But we thought that preparing and emptying the rooms wouldn’t take too long and that having work done upstairs wouldn’t be as disruptive as having work done downstairs. Right? Wrong. I couldn’t believe how much stuff we had accumulated in our upstairs rooms.
The main bedroom wasn’t too bad, as the decorators and carpet fitters were happy to work around the king-size bed and heavy pine wardrobes. Still, I had to empty the wardrobes to enable them to be moved, and wow, was I shocked at how many clothes we have, well, at how many I have, but let’s not split hairs 🙂 I used the “if you haven’t worn it for a year it must go” principle, and was able to fill a few bags for the local charity shop.
The remaining two bedrooms were much trickier. Both rooms double as our studies which meant there were computers to move and box up, printers, books (even I was surprised how many boxes it took to pack those away), folders, files, music systems, and on and on. It took forever. But what was eye-opening about the process was the discovery that we are both ridiculous hoarders. Not just of books and paperwork, but assorted paraphernalia such as rubber bands (how many of those are you ever going to need?), pieces of ribbon (far too small to ever be of use), bits of material (where in heck did all those come from?), the list went on. But the most shocking of all was that I discovered I’d stored nearly a whole drawer full of plastic carrier bags. So many that I surely must be the main contender for the title of Plastic Carrier Bag Hoarding Queen 🙂
Needless to say we survived, and are now decorated and re-carpeted amidst cries of “never again”. All the upstairs rooms are now streamlined and paraphernalia-free (well, almost). I have vowed to curb my hoarding way and so has AJ, but how long that will last is anyone’s guess.
How about you? Are you a hoarder?