A Wintery Wednesday Hodgepodge…

1. Share one thing that really makes your day.

I always look forward to the hug and kiss I receive from my husband, Ed, just before going to bed each night.  It doesn’t matter how rotten the day may have been, during this particular moment, all is well.

2. Lots of these kinds of lists out there, but one found here says the fifteen most colorful places on earth are:

Vernazza, Cinque Terre, Italy~Burano, Italy~Havana, Cuba~Rio de Janiero, Brazil~Chefchaouen, Morocco~Balat, Istanbul, Turkey~Menton, France~Jodhpur, India~La Baca, Buenos Aires, Argentina~Guanajuato, Mexico~Capetown, South Africa~Valparaiso, Chile~Wroclaw, Poland~San Francisco, California~and Pelourhino, Salvador, Brazil.

Of those listed which would you most like to see up close and in person? Of all the places you’ve seen or traveled in your own life, what would you say was one of the most colorful?

Since I’m not a world traveler, I might consider visiting San Francisco, California, but I’m not even sure about that.  The most colorful place I’ve ever visited would be Disneyworld, in Florida.

3.”Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” Jack Canfield In general, would you agree or disagree with that statement? Why?

In my case, that statement is probably true.  I’m a very cautious person.

4. Imagine you’re stranded on a desert island and dessert appears…what do you hope it is? Do you ever struggle to remember which spelling is desert and which is dessert?

Some hot fudge cake, accompanied by a bottle of water would be just about perfect 🙂  No, I don’t struggle with the spelling for desert or dessert.  I must have had a good English/Spelling teacher!

5. What song almost always makes you cry?

The song, “When I’m Gone” by the husband/wife country duo, Joey+Rory, makes me cry because it’s so sad!  It’s also very appropriate for their situation.  (40 year old Joey is in her final days of  battling terminal cancer.)  Rory recently posted about the song, “When I’m Gone”, here, on his blog entitled This Life I Live. In addition to being a talented singer/song writer, Rory is also a loving husband, father, and excellent blogger!

6. January is National Soup Month. Everything from soup to nuts, in the soup, thick as pea soup, souped up…which saying most recently applies to your life in some way? Explain.

Well, let me begin by happily saying, none of these phrases applies to my life, at the moment.  However, I was “in the soup” most of last year, due to one bad circumstance or another.

7. Write a two word note to your younger self. What does it say?

“Spend less” or “Save more”.  (the end result will be the same)


Our mailbox saga continues…

About six or eight months ago, Ed set out on a quest to have our mailbox moved from the busy 4-lane highway, where it’s been located for many years, to the end of a small dirt road that ends beside our garden. (You may recall a truck lost control and destroyed all three of our family’s mailboxes, a while back.)  Over the last few months, we’ve encountered every excuse and circumstance imaginable, and had to jump through numerous hoops, in an effort to get our mailbox moved!

For instance, we had to re-deed the little dirt road to the county. (Ed’s daddy originally deeded the road over, back in the 80’s, but, apparently, nobody could find a record of this.)  Then we had to name the road, and wait for a stop sign/road sign to be installed.  Next, we had to acquire a new 911 address.  Last, but not least, we had to wait for approval from the US Postal Service to move our mailbox.  We finally received permission, last week, so you’d think our saga would end here, but it doesn’t!

Ed left a note in our mailbox, and waited for the mailman to come to our house on three different days, last week, to ask his advice about where to place our mailbox.  The mailman never bothered to show up, [but claims he came and we weren’t home].  Ed went ahead and moved the mailbox, on Saturday.  We filed a “change of address” request, last week.

On Monday, the mailman showed up, telling us we need to move our mailbox because he doesn’t have room to turn around, and he’s “not allowed” to drive in reverse.  Ed moved the mailbox–again.

The real problems began, on Monday, when we began trying to change our address, and kept getting an on-line message, saying our new address is “not a valid address”.  Apparently, the postal service hasn’t registered the new address they required us to have!  Sigh.

The good news is– the mailman is delivering our mail to our mailbox in its new location.  I don’t know how long it’s going to take to get the “address dilemma” resolved, but we’re working on it.


Published in: on January 13, 2016 at 8:49 am  Comments (13)  
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A Little Of This-N-That On Monday…

Life goes on, as usual, here in our ‘neck of the woods’.  Life, last week, was relatively uneventful, except for that out-of-control truck taking out all of our mailboxes, on Monday.

On Tuesday, Ed, our daughter, and our granddaughter went to a local farm and picked some peaches, while  I stayed home.  (I love putting peaches in the freezer, then making peach cobbler with them during the winter.)  It had been several years since we’ve picked any peaches, and the price has gone up.  This little basket of peaches cost $22.00, so those peach cobblers better be delicious!


After the mailbox incident, on Monday, Ed made a couple more calls about getting our boxes moved.  The post master continues to give us “the run around”, but hasn’t told us “No”, yet.  We’ll see if anything else comes of  it before we give up.  There have been two wrecks within two years, near where our mailboxes are.

You know, a funny thing happened when some of us went to replace our mailboxes.  Our son and his wife were ‘on the ball’, and replaced their mailbox the day after the accident. The rest of us drug our feet a bit.

Ed and I went to Lowe’s to buy ours, on Wednesday, without saying anything to anyone.  When we got to Lowe’s, we discovered they no longer sell the kind of mailbox we previously had.  This made the simple chore of choosing a new box just a bit more difficult.

The following day, our daughter went to Lowe’s to buy their mailbox, without knowing that Ed and I had already bought ours.  When she arrived home, she discovered she’d bought the exact same mailbox and post that we’d bought the day before!  Even the little sign to hold the address numbers was the same!  What were the chances of that, considering the mailboxes we both chose were “Venetian Bronze” in color?!

As of Saturday, all three of us have our new mailboxes back in place.  Now, if we can just get the mailman to deliver our missing mail.  After three days of no mail, all we got was two envelopes, on Friday–and no weekly newspaper!

Ed and I decided to mix a little pleasure with business on the day we bought our new mailbox.  We drove to the Lowe’s in Brunswick, then made a side trip to St. Simon’s Island for lunch and a couple of hours of relaxation.

While Ed and I ate our lunch, on St. Simon’s Island, we watched a young lad climb one of the massive oak trees we were dining under.  He carried a couple of backpacks and some rope with him as he climbed higher and higher.  We watched, with interest, as he unpacked a hammock, tied it up in the branches of the tree, then hopped into the hammock and began relaxing!  Ed took a picture.


I couldn’t even relax and enjoy my lunch because I was afraid the boy was going to fall the entire time!  He didn’t. After an hour or so, the boy climbed out, took the hammock down, packed everything back up and rode away on his bicycle!

The rest of our week wasn’t nearly as exciting as watching the boy in the tree, but I’m sort of glad.  We shopped a bit, canned peaches, mowed our grass, and got caught up with our family.  Normal and unexciting is good.

This week won’t be ‘normal’, at least not for me.  Tomorrow is my ‘long awaited’ appointment with the neurologist.  My stomach is in knots today.  I’m both relieved and terrified that the day is finally about to arrive.  I have no idea what to expect, other than opening up our checkbook…  That much I know for sure!  I’d sure appreciate any and all prayers concerning that doctor visit and the healing of my back.

My back is aching, my hair needs washing, and the floor needs vacuuming.  I guess that means it’s time to get out of this chair and get busy.  Let the day begin…

Happy Monday!




Published in: on July 20, 2015 at 9:30 am  Comments (5)  
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The Mailbox Controversy…

I guess  you could say that our mailbox has been embroiled in controversy for the past 38 years or so.  The trouble began when Ed and I moved back home to his family’s farm, and had to put up a mailbox.  Because the place we chose to live was located on the back side of the farm, we had no choice except to put our mailbox on the front of the property, next to a busy highway.

Ed’s daddy insisted that we should put our mailbox at his house, next to his, so we wouldn’t have to “worry about anyone bothering our mail.”  Ha!  That turned out to be such a funny statement.  In the end, having our mailbox at his house turned out to be a problem [for me, anyway] because Ed’s daddy seemed to take great pleasure in snooping through our mailbox each day.  He wasn’t shy about doing it either.  Every day, he’d tell Ed what we had gotten in the mail before Ed ever looked in the box!  We didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, so we endured this lack of privacy for many years, much to my dismay.

In the meantime, while our children were growing up, Ed’s dad gave the county piece of land (a “right of way” through his property) so we could have a “county maintained” road leading to our residence, at the back of the farm.  This ensured that the school bus would pick our children up at our door, and it was supposed to ensure that we’d always have a maintained road to travel on.  As they say, “One out of two ain’t bad.”  Every few years, our road would slip into a state of disrepair.  We’d call our county commissioners’ office and complain, to which they’d claim they had no record of the road having been “deeded over.”  Eventually, they’d find the deed and come plow our road…for a while.  Then the same process would start over again.  This process has been going on since the late 80’s!

Eventually, our daughter grew up and moved to her own place on the family farm.  She had to put up her own mailbox next to her residence, and I saw this as a great opportunity to move our mailbox!  I figured we could move our mailbox next to hers, and it would be closer to our house, plus it would be safe from “prying eyes”, so that’s what we did in 1998.  Several years later, in 2008, our oldest son added his own mailbox to our two, and there stood three mailboxes, together, beside what had become a very busy highway.

When we first moved to the farm, the main highway at the front of the property was only a two lane road, with one passing lane.  Then, in the 90’s, the state came in and “four laned” the highway.  The state purchased the front edge of Ed’s parents’ farm, and incorporated it into the highway expansion project.  This project took up most of Ed’s parents’ front yard, and put all of our mailboxes dangerously close to a busy highway, as well.  Over the years, the amount of traffic has continued to increase, and the speeds of those traveling vehicles has increased, as well!

A couple of months ago, I brought up [to Ed] the subject of trying to get our mailboxes moved off of the main highway.  Now that he’s retired, it’s become an inconvenience to have to drive a quarter of a mile to get the mail, each day, plus there’s the safety factor of those speeding cars!  Besides, with the county now owning the road leading to our property, there shouldn’t be any problem with getting the mailman to come to our house.  Right?  Ha!

For the past two months, Ed has been dealing with both the county office and the postal service in trying to get our mailbox moved, and he’s been getting the “proverbial runaround.”  We’re no closer today than we were two months ago, but then, yesterday, something happened…


It’s hard to tell from the picture, but those scattered remnants are what’s left of our three mailboxes and their posts.  At the top left of the picture, you’ll notice a small black pickup truck on its roof.  The driver of that pickup swerved to miss a deer who was in the middle of the highway, and, in the process, took out all three of our mailboxes!  Imagine what would’ve happened if some of us had been checking our mail when this happened?  As a matter of fact, it hadn’t even been an hour since we’d done just that!

I’m hoping this incident will be just what we need to help us in our quest to get our mailboxes moved off of the busy highway.  In the meantime, I’m wondering where the mailman is going to deliver our mail?

Stay tuned…

By the way, thankfully, the man who was driving the truck wasn’t injured, but, unfortunately, his truck didn’t fair as well.

Published in: on July 14, 2015 at 9:33 am  Comments (5)  
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