ERRORS AND OMISSIONS

 

I really MUST start rereading my posts as some of the "unique" misspellings can lead to some very unintended consequences!

 

The Gaffer and I are attempting to wallpaper a bathroom that has been in the throws of remodeling for about 6 years.  Now I don't know about you, but wallpapering has never been a favorite pastime of mine, but this house was wallpapered in the '80's and they just stuck it on over the drywall without sealing the drywall...so, KILZ over the old wallpaper and try to hang new stuff over the old.  I don't go in for the hens and chickens or shells and beachy stuff - I trend toward the textured type...much less difficult to align and somewhat less confrontational.  I must admit that the trial piece I taped to the wall looks pretty good...let's just hope I bought enough of the stuff over 6 years ago -

 

LeConteur



ASPIRE

As of now, I am attempting to surround myself with harp sounds...not practicing enough, so am going to revert to dedicating three certain times a day to at least sitting down and staring at the strings.  Harp lesson this week was to go and sit and listen to my instructor play the harp without any other obtruding sounds. 

Doing this mostly because of the stirring within me when I lean my ear up next to the harp and strum a string and it reverberates through my body...only trouble is that it is hard to carry a full sized harp around with one while one travels the globe...goal is a Celtic harp.

Wish me well!

Le Conteur

LOSS

What happens when you feel like you have done something to lose a friend?

LeConteur

LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR

Ok, so we are now starting on the "finish the *(&^*%%) projects so we can get on with our lives" part of home ownership.

The Law of Mechanical Repair states: "After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch and you will have to pee".

And this usually happens when you are in this, or some other equally hard to get out of position.

Sigh.

LeConteur

FIRST DATE

Hello All,

Well, I went on a first date yesterday...it does not bode well when the first thing out of his mouth is: "Your back is a mess".  Needless to say, this was a  Doctor of Neurology and he should have known that I would not be impressed by his brazenness and his attempt at humor...

this is a "normal" spine:

and this:

is mine...if you will note there is a slight discrepancy between the two.  No wonder I have intermittent (constant) back pain...The Gaffer refers to it as my usual pain in the upper ass.  Sigh, so I am bound for some injections that will KILL the offending nerve and get me to mind my posture and learn some back muscle strengthening tricks.

 I wonder, though, if the nerve that responds to pain is dead, won't that mean that I will just overdo it?

 

Hum.

 

LeConteur

 

 

STRENGTH

I  lay awake at night think of strange things..."If by simply downing a can of spinach you could temporarily bring superhuman strength to any part of your body, which part would it be?"

Sigh, I am not sure I have that part, but if I did...

On a brighter note...I have taken up the harp - no it is not for future lives, it is because I have always wanted to play the Celtic harp and by imposing my ineptitude with musical instruments on the residents of the Boarding House I seem to be doing an alright job of it.

I have also decided that it is about time that I honestly tackled this abode known as the Glory Hole. I have accumulated so many things that have sentimental value but I would never take with me to Corfu. (The hardest, if not the most impossible accumulation to get rid of are the books - at last count, over two tons of them) The accumulated treasures need to be given away, put in an estate sale, or let the youth fight over them.  A wonderful young woman, known to many as Phlemmy, is my muse...she is a woman who can inspire a hummingbird to the height of the eagle.  She lives in a tightly arranged abode that she variously purges, straightens, rearranges  and yet has multiple friends over to enjoy her company. Oh, did I mention that she lives with three wonderful dogs, goes to nursing school (a straight A student, I understand) and holds down one and sometimes two jobs...all while enchanting her roommate. 

And what will   I find is included in the next chapter of this travel on this globe of adventure?

LeConteur

GLORY-HOLE

 

I love the English language - one can get so involved with meanings and mis-meanings.  I have given myself the task of paring down the collection of "must haves" in my life and in the Boardinghouse.

Came across this word - Glory-Hole - and thought it was better than clutterhouse.  Glory-Hole means a place for rubbish or odds and ends  - as a house-maids closet or a lumber room...

So now I feel better about referring to the Boardinghouse as a Glory-Hole.  Most people would not know what was meant and they might even assume that I want to keep all of this clutter.

How often do you go through all of your stuff - spot by spot and decide that you really need to keep whatever it is that you fancied in high school - now that you are about to retire???

There are a few things in life that one needs to keep track of regardless of how their or your life changes or matures...compassion, friendship, passion, thoughtfulness, kindness, a sense of humor and an abiding faith in something...otherwise - it really is just that file cabinet full of papers that you haven't looked at for a year, or those pictures that you forgot to write on the back of and have now forgotten just who or where that picture was taken...

It is also the projects that you have started but now can't stand and are not about to finish...

Just rename them - they are part of your new Glory-Hole, not just clutter.

Le Conteur

NEW YEAR

I have an affinity for dragons.  I found this new being by
Elena Dudina and discovered that I could see myself as this new being.  Life changes for all of us...some move on, some stagnate, most hope, others dream.  I like to believe that I can choose, that I have an influence on others - good or bad - and that newness will come out of it...

A new year...the first card I drew on New Year's eve was The Fool...an apt emblem for my life during this time of challenge.

This week's card is the Queen of Wands...again apt. (If you are interested I follow the definitions as put forward by the Rider Waite Tarot.) You see I am a Libra and the Queen of Wands represents Venus and balance...over the past few months, I have discovered that my balance is out of whack and I need to bring it back into equality...wonder what it will take and who will choose to come with me?

On a lighter note the boarders here at The Boarding House are doing well, although when Amber (the Irish Chihuahua) goes outside, she is enveloped in a drift of snow...she does like making snowballs though...as you have probably heard the Midwest is freezing  I have dreams of sitting under a palm tree with a pitcher of margaritas and Jimmy Buffet playing in the background...a warm shower will have to do, actually - a cold shower - bring me back down to reality.

The Gaffer is also doing well - He has started his year off with Mediations and the KS Supreme Court...he loves retirement...busier than a flea on a dog's back.

Gentle is.

Le Conteur