Tuesday, February 18, 2014


Because we watch House Hunters.

We have started the decluttering of the house. Dave is leaving a week from tomorrow to commence our return to MN. This means we have to work fast. It seems like just yesterday we heard that Dave is back at Mayo and we are off again. Oh wait, it was just yesterday…..(When we moved out, I planned it down to the last detail about how it was going to go down. Now Dave’s in charge and here we go)

Please let this be our last move..Please..

Jack is on to us for sure.

He knows what boxes mean. It’s not been that long.


That doesn’t look too decluttered, but it actually is. See the bare dusted surface on the book shelf? Just above the large bag of my new clothes from Nordstrom? Wait, don’t look at that.


I got some free money from Nordstrom for sending a comment about personal shopping and had a couple notes. So, another personal shopping evening later and, well, a large bag of new stuff appears.

Well played Nordstrom, well played.

And it’s possible the good thing about moving back to Rochester? I have an hour drive to the nearest Nord.

But, back to Jack and the declutter, as we all did after a few hours, he lost interest.

Is there something behind the door? Maybe? No? Yes?


I decided, after packing up my stash for the 2nd time in two years, that enough is enough and I went back to work on this.

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All I need to do is attach the bottom row. Then on to row 4. After row 4 I am over halfway done. I finished the last “block” in 47 minutes, which is down from the hour it usually takes.

So, this week I am off to Stitches West with my sister Martha. Down by Santa Clara.

Then the next week it’s the big drive BACK to MN. I never thought I’d be doing that again. I think, if this keeps up, I’ll need to be institutionalized before it’s all over.

So, the blog may be slow to catch up, but there will surely be a lot of news when it does.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Potato Wood Duck

I don’t know. It must be in the air that Dave and I make spectacles of ourselves where ever we roam.

Which is mostly Fred Meyer. We love Fred Meyer. I particularly love the Bridgeport Freddies while Dave prefers the Market. Neither of us venture down 19th to that Fred’s except to get gas. That one is ghetto.

I digress.

We went to the store last weekend and in the produce section (nothing ever good happens in produce) Dave was perusing the sweet potato bin (after first thinking that the russets were mismarked as sweets-what a gaffe, right?) when he held up a particularly fine specimen and said-Look, it’s a duck.

He couldn’t have been prouder.  Of course we brought it home.


Doubters. It totally looks like a duck.

Even the cat thought it was real.


(I tried to put a thought bubble that said “the hell…..??” but as usual photo shop defeats me)

I know, right?



It’s noble and regal and apparently needs a hair cut. I think we might have eaten it yesterday.

It also snowed last Saturday night.

I had to work Saturday. When I went to cross the bridge-


The next day-

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We measured-


A little over two inches. On Sunday AM. Why, oh why, not on Monday when work could have been affected?

Chat wasn’t impressed-


I tried to take a picture of the yard in the AM but the beacon that is our neighbors across the street sort of ruined the effect.


Seriously, airplanes have become disoriented flying over head that damn light is so bright. The lady who owns the house is on a sabbatical and the idiots who are renting decided they needed to keep our house bright all night long. We appreciate that.

The Valencia also classed it up with some snow art-


Awww, thanks Valencia…um, wait a minute…..


Valencia? Really? Is that what you think?


Overkill, Valencia, overkill.

We love the Valencia. (In it’s defense, it is really quiet over there).


So peaceful in it’s winter wonderland.

So, that’s my week. What did I do in-between?

Well, a couple of Fridays ago I did this……


So sorry about the blur, but you get the point right?

It was a slow day, don’t judge.

PS AND-apparently we are not using the EOM distinction correctly because it would appear we were just sending the same subject line back and forth all day. With no body, just subject.

I think I just came up with a new past time.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Seahawks Win! Seattle Goes Crazy(er)!


It’s true. They won, Seattle went crazy, along with Tacoma, Longview, Bellingham, Spokane, many Oregon cities and North Dakota (Blane) and Nevada (Cody). North Dakota and Nevada are hostile markets for sure. I guess Cody partied with quite a few disgruntled 49er fans. Tough crowd. North Dakota? Can you say Vikings? Ugh. Me either. Blane says he’s finally a champion. In North Dakota.

And of course we were happy. Never saw a game like that coming.

I tried to get a good picture of the end of the game. But a little blurry.


But really, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Sorry Payton Manning and the Broncos. I really thought you might  win. Or at least score more than once.

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We celebrated with the Superbowl Champers-


And we took a couple of Superbowl Selfies which I can NOT bring myself to post. Trust me. And maybe thank me too.

On Monday, the week before, was Grampa’s birthday, BTW, overshadowed by our excitement over the big Superbowl win. (Dave said “I guess it was wrong to think that after the game the Seahawks wouldn’t be every news story on every channel almost every minute”. Yes, Dave, that would be very wrong)

We were up at Stanley and Seaforts for Grampa’s birthday-the night time view of Tacoma was pretty nice.


Tacoma Dome. Justin Bieber was here last year. So was Taylor Swift. Famous right?


And cake.


Blurry cake. Dave took the picture. 1 candle for 91 years old.

And I’m not sure I’ve posted this before but here’s what happened.

Dave and I were walking the dogs one day-it was during our days off around the holidays. Those were the good days.

Anyway, were were walking along and I looked up in the yard of the house we were passing and, I kid you not, a full sized pig. Standing there. Staring at me. Or Dave. Possibly the dogs who were oblivious to the fact that there’s a PIG standing there. At first I thought-that’s a statue. Then I thought-that’s a real pig. And THEN I thought-DAMN-this is so blogworthy and I don’t have my little camera, my phone, Dave’s phone, nothing. Really? It flies in the face of the cardinal rule of the blog-always carry a camera. I am somewhat ashamed.

So I have gone back a couple of times but said pig has not been present. It was like some sort of a porcine dream.

But here’s the yard….


It was right there. Standing on that little rise. And it is my mission, in life, to get a picture of that up on the blog.

Get ready-I’m coming for you pig.