Simple reset and all is well.....hmmm

Sky at Mt. Top Tarentum night before

All is well with my electronic  gadgets once again.  A quick trip to the local Verizon store with a simple reset there got the tablet to running easily, perhaps I shoulda' tried that instead of the dirty words I used.  Really I did not know about that, as most of you know electronic devices no longer come with instructions printed, they are all online.  Yes, well when you cannot  get them online to access the directions you are up the old creek without a paddle and/or even without a boat!
We had a rainy day yesterday here in PA, what else is new, when we are here we ususally have rain.

Jerry has a sore throat, he says no big deal, but I flash back to last October on our southern trip where he ended up with  almost pneumonia.  So he will stay put at the motor home today while I am out and about with friends. 

Here we are at Beermuda,  left to right around the table
Linda, Pam, Carlie, Jerry, me and Peggy

We had a fun gathering yesterday despite the rain at a new place to us, Beermuda, local on Freeport Road.  What a great place to eat and sample all sorts of beers.  I enjoyed a pumpkin ale and then a framboise...even sampled the banana brew.  Jerry being a purist stuck with Budweiser. Their drafts change all the time and well, you just have to go there to see for yourself.   All the food was overly plentiful, and the amazing thing, nothing not even the delicious french fries that some had on their salads were deep fried,  a healthy choice, baked and no one complained.  I downed a half steak hoagie ala Philly style but with a blue cheese dressing ummmmm.  Jerry's pulled pork was a mound too high to even try to bite down as a sandwich but he worked it with fork.    I bought a personally selected and mixed up 6 pack to take home including a brand "Wild Bitch."  We all agreed this is a great place to meet.  Linda says they go there frequently; Dayna could not join us as she had a leak in her  kitchen with the rain and that required sitting and waiting.

In the sunshine interim yesterday afternoon, we went to Greenwood cemetery to see all my people.  Then we went over to St. Mary's where I tried to find other older family graves, there was no one at the site  but roaming I did find a few by accident, however not the ones I wanted.  Oh well, another trip, those folks aren't going anywhere.  

Traveling and newer devices not working consistently

Who"d have thunk it....me with Carole Krasinski
Both in the same top Friday night,
hers from PA  and mine from MN.

We will seldom show up here, go on over to FB or to my GMail.  My new Samsung Tablet is a dog, taking it to a local Verizon store here in PA.  But actually, not minding  being off line because I have no time to get there anyway. 

We have been so busy here in PA with reunion (a 2 nite event) and recovery from which was a one  entire day for me--I can no longer dance all night without recovering the next day!  The reunion was the best event and the most fun ever for all of us.  Those who did not attend really missed out.  The memory books are so nice and those who did not submit their questionnaires or were too late, oh well, so  sorry for you.   Those of us who were there really celebrated.  The band rocked Saturday night and so did I!  Some only came on Friday some only Saturday and some missed everything with myriads of reasons.  There will never again be such an event for ourselves. 

Ray aka Finch and me.  40 years since we have seen each other
I think he has finally gotten over my putting mud pies into his new wagon.
He lived across the alley from us.  I recall he was short, how is he
taller than me?  I suppose he always was.

Most photos will not post here until after we return home because the Disk on a bigger camera does not download to the laptop nor dog tablet.  You can get the message, I am unhappy with the Samsung 7.0 tablet, boo hiss, boo. 

Murphy, that rascal, returns

  You might wonder what that poster has to do with Murphy, well read on my friend.  It has been exactly one week ago that we experienced  our main sewer line clogging and this morning as Jerry showered I heard the downstairs toilet gurgling.  Sure enough, new week, same problem.  The plumber says he can be here about 2 o"clock so we wait and wonder.  Last week we toughed it out on Sunday and waited until Monday afternoon for a plumber;  Jerry rented a snake from the hardware store and used drain unclogger chemicals to no avail  and just when it seemed like the plumber could find nothing in our over 100 foot sewer drain, paydirt (or dirt of another kind.)

We have 2 sewer drains on this house, and the biggest is clogging. We remain suspicious that this is a result  from our recent company who may have  flushed things  that we do not....think 13 year old girl for one and you can figure the rest out.    Apparently the  original culprit was not all cleared.  But we can use the downstairs shower and sink and we have the motor home for potty needs (ala an outhouse run!).  Having never had these troubles in the  7 years we have lived here, it is frustrating. 

While at the computer,  I heard gurgling, which was the backing up, shower water was backing into that downstairs toilet and I bailed.   It can always be worse and we will manage.  As we said last night with friends, while on this side of the grass, what's to complain? 

I had intended to spend today reconfiguring our wifi and really learning my new Samsung III smart phone and tablet...but Murphy said, "not so very fast there pardner'...not so fast.... If you don't know Murphy, consider yourself lucky.  Murphy even has a website for all Murphy's laws in one place   http://www.murphys-laws.com/     His law, and I maintain Murphy is/was a he, is usually stated as: "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong".  And so given that we can expect the unexpected to occur,  or it's always something as Roseanne Anna Danna wailed.    

Wikipedia has quite a bit of information about Murphy.  According to the book A History of Murphy's Law by author Nick T. Spark, differing recollections years later by various participants make it impossible to pinpoint who first coined the saying Murphy's law. The law's name supposedly stems from an attempt to use new measurement devices developed by the eponymous Edward Murphy.  Edward Aloysius Murphy, Jr. (January 11, 1918 – July 17, 1990) was an American aerospace engineer who worked on safety-critical systems. The phrase was coined in adverse reaction to something Murphy said when his devices failed to perform and was eventually cast into its present form prior to a press conference some months later — the first ever (of many) conferences given by Dr. John Stapp, a U.S. Air Force colonel and Flight Surgeon in the 1950s. The phrase first received public attention when Stapp was asked how it was that nobody had been severely injured during the rocket sled tests. Stapp replied that it was because they always took Murphy's Law under consideration; he then summarized the law and said that in general, it meant that it was important to consider all the possibilities (possible things that could go wrong) before doing a test and act to counter them."  And we thought engineers had no sense of humor!

I intend to master my new techie toys prior to our journey to PA for my 50th high school reunion, a master event for which planning  has been underway most of this year.  It is a two night event, casual Friday with pizza and  banquet dinner and music Saturday evening.  I am excited as we are going to celebrate ourselves, survivors, we have made it.  While I  am disappointed that so many of my friends from elementary grades are opting out, that will be their loss.  I do not understand  disinterest from the locals who have no cost to travel etc.  Well, some people just don"t see the significance of  celebrating milestones.  Some people complain about the cost, but they have had plenty of time to set aside some money for this, and some people simply are not interested, I suppose.  The curiosity would lure me if nothing else if I lived there and as it is, this is my first reunion since the 10th, the only other one I made.  There are even those who did not graduate with us who are attending, either they moved or they are wanna bes of our Ken Hi class of 62. 

Front of the tshirt.

I pulled out my Pittsburghese t-shirt which I purchased many years ago on a visit home, when I wear it anywhere but PA nobody appreciates it.    It has many of the dialectic phrases I will be hearing.  I really should alter it as I prefer a scooped neck, more tailored look instead of  these men's style.  I had already shortened it because it is a rather large and long size, the only one they had.  All my tasks and  'shoulds" amuse Murphy who always brings another plan...but be of good cheer, because it came to pass not to stay and we can get through this too.  It is best to hold onto optimism and or at least humor when all else fails. 



Back of tshirt

 As my old Uncle John said, "everything will be a funny story someday so we might as well laugh now" followed by, "nobody likes a moaner anyway..." Laugh and the world laughs with you, whine and you cry alone!   And this is how Murphy, plumbing and Pittsburghese makes it to the blog today...

Spider, spider in the web..... and the threes

This AM out on yard and garden patrol I spotted a new addition to the front of the house, between the snowball and hydrangea shrubs, right over the bayberry bush.  A 6 foot by 5 foot spider web of magical symmetry and proportions.  This was a job for the bigger camera, not trusting in my smaller Nikon.  I was unsuccessful in capturing that entire web, that lacy intricacy did not show up.  But I did snap several great spidery shots and immediately posted to Facebook so that my California expert entomologist friend, Baldo would identify type of spider

Spider from belly side  with center
web criss cross to his left

I am still awaiting Baldo"s reply but I think it had to be a Steeler's fan because he definitely sported a black body with yellow pattern, his legs had a reddish tint.  Notice the past tense, because he is no more.  We watched him for quite a while and saw him move so very fast to catch the smaller bug that was caught in his sticky web and the bug was gone in an instant.  This was a very inexpensive 15 minutes of entertainment as we both stood looking.  Imagine how long this guy spent  weaving that huge web.  And how do they produce the  web netting?  There is a lot to question in this act of nature, and after I post I may do more web browsing, or Baldo may let me know more than  I can question.  This spider  was big  over an inch and a very full body and had a  very long reach with his legs, if that's what thy are called.  There is likely a entomological term, but they are legs for this post.  We considered letting him stay in place, maybe he would eat mosquitoes which are reappearing with the reappearance of our warmer temperatures again.  But when  Jerry said, "we don"t know what he is...do you want to keep him?" I knew it was curtains for the spider. 



Here he  goes head first down the web



 I am not squeamish about them, but I am very allergic to spider bites and watching this guy's actions gave me pause.  Fortunately I did not step that way to trim the snowball bush, I'd gone to the other side where I could more easily reach the back or I'd have been entangled.  It was on the return trip from mission accomplished of the offending branches into the house siding  that I caught this artistic endeavor.   

He seemed all too eager to show his belly while in the web.  In fact all I got were side and belly shots, until.....we sprayed him with spider shot from the can.  He teetered and tottered in his web and then it was all over curtain call for the spider and the web.  The web was very tacky and sticky and Jerry used  a rod to dismantle it.  Even that  caught the sticky. 

Another belly shot, a bit fuzzy in focus

We did put him on cardboard for  the viewing and that way I was able to finally capture his top side up.

Repose of the Steeler fan Arachnid

If you saw the photos on Facebook, sorry for the duplication,  but I am  posting  near the phone awaiting a call from a plumber.  This is the 2nd day of the three's.  You know how things happen in threes, or so I have heard.  Well yesterday  after I showered Jerry heard the downstairs  toilet gurgling....a quick check found it filling.  I went off to church and he said he was puzzled  but  thought he had it.  He did not.  Long story very short, we have a clog in one of  the two sewer drains from the house.  Jerry rented a snake and has dumped drain unclog to no avail.  So although we have  running water, we cannot use it.  We  figured we could move the motor home up the driveway out of the shop and  use it for toilet and running water--hah, wrong again.  It has only been a couple weeks, but for some reason  it would not start, the battery is not charging, and Jerry could not locate a relay!  Bingo  that's the third thing, the relay, and there  should end the plague of the threes. 

Well, we wanted to avoid triple time pay for a plumber on Sunday  and so we waited until Monday and we are still waiting.  The plumber who said he's be here by noon is two + hours late.  I only hope we are not started on a second phase of the three's. 

Goodwill hunting

Shelf of some  birds and other collectibles

Kat Mortenson mentioned the subject of this post today, so I lifted it because of timeliness; yesterday I delivered a back seat full of stuff to Goodwill, the same pile that has been sitting and growing in the guest bedroom for a couple weeks, since company departed and I have had the clean out itch. I even took it for a ride the other day running errands and forgetting to drop it off.   My purging  mood coincides with our upcoming city wide sale over Labor Day.

 I personally do not ever hold a garage, yard or estate sale because I have no patience to sit all day to earn a pittance. This means I donate lots to charity efforts and leave the selling to them.    I much prefer being on the other side of the hunt, the hunter rather than the prey, if you will. I have no patience for bargain hunters who haggle for sport--if something is marked $1, they want it for 50 cents, if it's marked $10 they want it for $5 and so on. I much prefer shoppers to hunters. I have never been one to quibble barter like that and so do not get along well where haggling is expected. If I think something is too expensive or more than I want to pay, I just walk on by. Not so with hagglers, who consider it a sport. Sometimes they are quite insulted when one does not engage.

Now to me a sale is different from an auction where bidding is quite fun.  But a sale is a sale, and the most I have done is ask, "Is this your best price?"  Sometimes it is sometimes, I am surprised by a discount.

Guest bedroom where there is once again room to
 walk by the foot of the bed

This imminent sale is an opportunity to remove the huge love seat from a guest  bedroom and truck it to our Church where they will host a sale that weekend.  The love seat belonged to MIL and I thought it would fit in the guest bedroom and offer guests  a place to sit  in their own privacy.  Despite Jerry's warning that it was too big, I insisted and  it was lifted and shoved into the corner.  He was right and the loveseat crowded access to the far side of the bed for almost two years.  So I admit (these things take time) that he was right and get it out of the house.

The thrill of the hunt is something that still surfaces from time to time and Friday after shedding at Goodwill, I took the time to browse inside.  Hey, you never know what you will find and I had time to kill, I am after all Teofil's granddaughter, so maybe I need it someday and will be happy I have it.  Read about Teofil elsewhere on this blog, and at  http://patonlinenewtime.blogspot.com/2010/03/sepia-saturday-week-16-click-here-to.html

Friday's Goodwill finds

I spent a whopping $5 at Goodwill and added  four to my collection of birds and one angel.   The most expensive is the lower right hand, robin, "Made in Occupied Japan" and for which I paid $1.49.  The angel is plastic of a sort, but interesting and will play in the angel band at Christmas, she  was Made in Hong Kong.   I believe the upper right duck is Lefton China which is often not marked and which has a Lladro type finish.  The Mallard is ceramic but painted brightly, no maker marks, but I recognize it as likely from the 1950"s or so.  And the white swan is bone china.  Not a bad gathering, and  I was pleased as could be, nothing too big and there is room on the bird shelf with my others.  

1973 Musical Owl plays
Sunrise Sunset

When we moved here and became even more avid bird watchers, I began to notice that I did have a small collection of birds to which I have added over the years.  I was thinking it started back in 1973 when Steve gave me this musical owl which plays Sunrise Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof, but then I reached onto the shelf and saw my oldest bird--a yellow plastic bird whistle that I had as a child.  It holds water and then makes a lovely tweeting sound as you blow on the whistle and the water gurgles. It kept me very entertained back in simpler times.   My grandparents had canaries and I remember loving the songs, so they found this plastic whistle for me.  It has to be about 63 years old and still works.  The plastic markings have faded and there is no longer different color paint on its beak or legs, but still there it is. 

We just never know when  a possession will lead to a collection, but over the years of  gifts, inheriting, auctions, estate sales, and thrift and Goodwill hunting we can build collections.  Earlier this week another blogger asked if I have any collections that are out of hand, not yet, although Jerry might disagree. 

My old childhood canary whistle

When you start to notice things



Door off the sun porch, 4 season room has been bugged

 A friend and I have gone buggy this year, she knows who she is....2012 is our  self proclaimed year of the Lady Bug .   I'm not sure how it all started, maybe with the pins, maybe with a comment maybe because the bugs are red and black and that was our high school colors and we will be celebrating a 50th High School Reunion in PA in September but it has been fun and we still have months to go.  She even found a ladybug hose for me, which is quite welcome outside this year where we had to water more than ever before in a MN summer.   

Now others who have become aware that I will buy most anything tasteful, because we are  rather diva-ish in our ages, with lady bugs on it are helping me, looking out  for all things ladybug decorated.   A long time dear friend  from CA recently sent me unannounced two pair of great ladybug socks, one pair to share with my other buggy pal because Sandy knows I like to share.  That generated a comical episode as I dashed off an email thanking Carlie for the socks.  My gratitude set her to head scratching because she had not sent me any socks since  winter when the 3 "monkey" matched style buggy knee hi's arrived, perplexed, she  emailed right back, "I must be losing it...."   My quick look at the package receipt showed it had been purchased by Sandy in CA and so the fun began.  Confusion and laughter. Jerry pitched in to say, "..don"t admit anything, just let her wonder until we get to PA in September." But I'd already fessed up.  After I called Sandy she explained she'd sent  two pair, one for my friend which was interesting because that is what I thought I would do when I saw two duplicate pair, but at first I wondered why Carlie sent me two pair.   

For a short respite I had given up, I could find no more lady bug things at least nothing I thought tasteful enough to  add to our mutual collections.  So I painted a couple stones to send her.  I have not painted stones for many years, something I did back in CA when a group of friends mutually declared we would only give home made gifts.  Wanting to indulge in something different, I painted sayings and roses on stones. 

Now our lady bugs, are showing  up in the most unexpected places.  I mailed a herd of bug items off  forgetting I had something else on order which arrived the day I mailed the first group.  Our lady bug phenomena has gone to another level, analogous to what happens when you buy a certain color or model vehicle and  then see it on the road.  Did you ever notice how that happens, suddenly that car is all over the place. Where before ladybugs were hard to find amid decorative items, they are now showing up. 



This is one of our favorite brands of ice cream.
And the Lady Bug flavor was irresistible
Caramel and chocolate swirls, two delicious additions to vanilla

  Last night I served  Lady Bug ice cream.  I have no idea why the Cedar Crest brand so named it and I cannot send this to Carlie, so she will have to just see the photo on this post.  This was new to me and I am wondering how many more lady bug related or named items will show up in 2012, Year of the Lady Bug.  I do have another ladybug project underway which will take  time as I am adjusting and tweaking a design.

Wall is done and all's wall

Just a couple buckets and a barrow to take
The great wall of Morrison 2012 is complete

Yesterday was the finale of our 2012 construction with the ruts in the lawn repaired, reseeded,  hay thrown to keep it damp and the wall looks on silently.   We seldom to never use the bottom patio which is off our downstairs TV/rec room, the door you see to the far right in the photo. So I'm thinkin' that maybe next year will  add a big gazebo and a place to sit and enjoy the lower back 40.  I know if I mention this  the more practical side of this household will ask me just when we would sit there since we sit little while we are home and we travel 5 months or so out of the year.  That is more logical and then there are the MN state birds aka mosquitoes which discourage outside sitting, that is why we have that finished 4 season room that you see jutting out from the house above the wall.   

Side of the wall

The crew did a great job, cleaned up after themselves and we are completely satisfied.  It was a good solid week of work for 4 men  and sometimes only 2 for a couple hours.  The entire neighborhood has been coming over to admire the great wall.  I suppose we should host a party there below and let everyone get an eyeful. 

I was surprised that all the river rock which is atop each layer has a whitish cast, but the landscaper assured me that will wash off when the rains come or when the dust settles off.  He said that depending on where they purchase the rock, the shadings are different ranging from this whitish to  reddish to a blue tone.  Oh if he had given me my choice I"d have taken red or maybe blue, just to see the different effect. 

Here they  spread hay over the newly reseeded back
lawn where the bobcat had grooved ruts

This is one project that ran almost exactly as planned once they started, which was a month later than expected.  The other evening I was sitting out back and watching a flock of robins gather in, almost meet and discuss and then trot up and down the  equipment ruts in the lawn.  I have not a clue what mesmerized them but as we watched the flock divided up went all along, both tracks parallel and  one after another side by side, back and forth a couple times,  wished I'd captured that photo.  There is always something amusing to see watching birds.

Scattering hay over new seed at driveway end

  I was very impressed with the clean up the crew did of the driveway  and even the front street.  It reminded me of my Polish grandmother mopping herself out of the kitchen to go to mass on Sunday mornings.  Neighbors commented on how these guys clean up after themselves.  Our next door neighbors are still in upheaval with their move in tasks and mentioned how they envy that our project is done while their entire front lawn is still  a disaster from the digging to hook up to the city water and sewer system.  They have just had their  driveway and sidewalk redone where the concrete had been damaged.  I teased her and said, that we had to have something torn up too so that they did not get all the attention on the cul de sac for construction or destruction.

Shoveling off the dirt and debris from our side
driveway as the crew completed street
cleanup.

Jerry had no complaints about this crew's workmanship which is a big deal.  Usually there is something that does not quite measure up to the way he would do things or not.  This is a local construction company, Beuhler and they have a solid reputation around town.  Yesterday as they were tidying up and loading the last of their debris, I snapped some photos that have Jerry caught in the act of his overseer role.  It almost looks as though he was watching closely with a baseball bat ready to use it if there was something not to his liking.  You can see him posed in the photo below overlooking the end of the project.   The "miniature" lilac bush, Miss Kim took a good whacking out of the  bottom of herself and I will have to get in there soon and  trim her back.  For several years she has needed an adjustment and we never seem to get to her, so this is a good opportunity.  Miss Kim does not know that she is supposed to be a miniature, planted by the previous owners of this place, she thrives and is way overgrown.  She is to the left in the photo below of Jerry at the top of the wall.  

Overseer with big stick

New wall, something to be happy about.  New trellis also below the house.

It's wall over a transformation  Especially when compared
to how it looked just a week ago,  hooray!

This is how it used to be, it had seen better  days. 
  Those solid blocks of Winona stone were all hauled off, which seems a
waste to me who loves to repurpose things, but no one wanted them, least of all us.

And last as  I harvested more apples from the backyard tree, I saw this wonderful bird's nest, sans eggs or occupants.  There is always something going on in or back yard.  Maybe I can catch other critters and see what they think of the new arrangements.   

Birds nest in apple tree. 

Great Wall and apples

Day 2 the semi delivered  the blocks for the wall

If you have seen my Facebook postings, you know that we are under major construction mode again with the back wall of Morrison being replaced and our stimulation to the local economy goes on.  Similar to every other construction project, once it is done it will all be worth it but mean time there is a dandy mess.  A new  highway appears across our back 40 carved by the man  on a Bobcat.  

He assures me  that after it is all done I won"t see a trace of it, so I assume that means it will be  smoothed, patched with seed and sod and once again smoothly green.  They apologized for disturbance of our once bucolic backyard, a haven for birds, fox and deer.  I can imagine the conversations amongst the critters in the evenings, "whoa!  What goes here..., the wall is down, what's up with that."  After day 1 I did see deer tracks along the dirt pathway.  That stymied their ascent up to the front so they detoured around the neighbor's who watched them hesitate from her sunroom.  She told us about this the next day, said it was very comical as three deer, a doe and two fawns ascended the back hill and began to observe almost quizzically before shaking their heads and taking another route.  This is the home where the deer...roam as long as it is not near to my roses.   

Block and dirt mover and road builder



These men work hard and have had two younger grunts at all times but the straw boss and the other seasoned man do not have a need for a gym at all, hauling and lifting 80 pound blocks keeps them in tip top shape.  The 50 year old did admit today that he did not know how much longer his body would continue at this labor.   That's the dilemma of those engaged in hard physical work, the physical labor takes its toll on the body and unlike politicians, bureaucrats and those who have sedentary jobs, the physical laborers usually have a shorter career span which raises their ire when talk of extending the retirement age arises.  All well and good for the sedentary but not so for the others and unfortunately the ones with the bright ideas know naught about hard exhausting work.  but that's another soap box.

At the end of  Day 1, much was torn down

  

Rut highway across the back 40

 The wall construction  has saved $$ on bird seed  because the birds have been discouraged  from hanging out at the feeders until after the crew leave.  This one chirping sparrow was not dissuaded.  Sometimes the cardinals fly by with an over the shoulder glance, but they are skittish about noises so they move for other quieter food, available at  neighbors feeders.  Te natural grazing is abundant in summer so I am not concerned that the birds are going hungry.  We usually fill our bird feeders twice a week but this week only once and you can see there is still plenty of seed in this feeder.  About 5:30PM the gold finches return in mass and fight at the thistle feeder, and the wood hatches and chickadees return and give dirty bird looks toward the house.  Angry bird faces are comical.  

The bird is called a chirping sparrow



Day 1 wall destruction  Tossing 80 pound blocks like bean bags



Day 2 making sure the drain lines are perfect and the walls are straight

One benefit of this nasty heat that has enveloped us along with the entire Midwest, while damaging the corn crops is that the apples seem to be having a go to town season.  We have two small apple trees in our back yard and have not ever before harvested more than an apple or two.  Of course we do not work these trees, leaving the apples to do their own thing and letting the squirrels and deer feed on the small round green globes.  But this year, weather aside we have a bumper crop of apples.  And they are delicious, juicy and just right.  When I was a child we had a huge crab apple tree in our backyard that hung  alongside the roof outside my bedroom window.  Before I developed an adult like fear of heights I would crawl out the window onto the roof and get crab apples which I tossed at the neighbor boy; I wonder whatever happened to Harry Roper.  He was older than me and if he knew I was doing that he never told on me.  I know because  my mother would have walloped my backside a good one.  So I like looking up into the apple trees these days and thinking about those antics as well as anticipating biting into  a juicy apple.  Notice that waspy looking nest in the tree something we did not see until I took this photo...

Just two of our great apples this year.  I am
very pleased with this photo, also on my
Facebook page

Clump of apples on limb



Apple tree with abundance



End of Day 3

It is about time now to photo the results of the end of Day 4.  They will not have this project completed until Monday but this shares on blog land what has been my Facebook focus this week...and  already I am considering what to do next, like the addition to the lower brick patio so that we can enjoy this wall....Jerry is not listening to  me.  We could come out that small back walk out door from the TV/rec room and sit and watch the fireflies out along the pine trees.

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