Monthly Archives: June 2012

Up Swinging Bridge Road

Hi there! I went for a walk this morning with a couple of friends, Nancy and Lisa.  They remain unseen in the pictures at this time.  Shy.

We walked in the direction against the river flow.  Around here, we either walk “up river” or “down river” or “up the road” or “down the road.”    We walked “up river” this morning.

It’s a nice flat walk, and we encountered a number of pals along the way.

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Our first friend is a bit dead.    It used to be a possum.  We have lots of vultures living along the river that take care of roadkill matters,  but with the number of groundhogs, skunks, and possums meeting an early demise this summer, one squished possum is not worth picking up.  RIP possum!

Up a little farther in the picture is Annalee.  Annalee is our neighbor’s Great Pyrenees dog.  These dogs are common in our area because small farmers cannot afford to lose livestock to coyotes.  There are three on Swinging Bridge Road–there’s Molly, Annalee and Snowball.  Annalee is very protective of her place, so she’s not happy when we walk by with Mack on the leash.  Mack is a Golden Retriever.  He could care less about Annalee and her glaring, barks, growls and other issues she has with him.  While he does wonder about what’s underneath that dirty white fur, he really only loves his Mommy, Miss Nancy.  If asked, Mack says, “Annalee, well…she is a bitch.”

Going a little further…some pretty horses.   These horses are ridden to church every Sunday in nice weather.

Nice horsey!

Here’s a turtle!!  Not my best friend, but I’m respectful of her place in the river and hope she doesn’t get run over.  Must be laying eggs, as I normally don’t see these turtles unless they are sunning on a log in the river.  A loud noise, and they all go SPLASH!  Maybe we’ll try and capture this on video for a future post.

Here’s Betty Butterbutt.   Don’t bother the turtle Betty Butterbutt!  You will be very sorry! 

Everyone in Mendota has two or three dogs.  She belongs to the Hammond family who also owns Annalee.  She used to be Betty Butternut because some of her fur is the color of butternut squash.  Somehow her name changed to Betty Butterbutt.

Finally, we’re passed the dogs, and here’s some pretty flowers along the road.  One of the good things that has occurred due to the economic downturn is that VDOT uses less herbicide resulting in more flowers!      Every cloud has a silver lining (something my mother used to say.)

This walk ends, and I’m home.  Since I’m sweaty, I decide to water the raised beds.   We need rain badly in southwest Virginia.

Oh no….I have a visitor that I really do like but she doesn’t really know when to leave.

Mrs. Summer Squash!  And there are babies hiding under the umbrella of leaves!    We will be up to our elbows in this stuff over the next month!  I see a squash recipe in a future post.

Tomorrow we are continuing with our project work around the house.    Mike and a friend will begin installing hardwood in the guest house bedroom,  and I’ll be working in the main house guest bedroom making new window treatments.

 

 

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Foyer Redo

As I planned this blog, I listed all sorts of projects that I want to complete around the house. I decided to start in the foyer which is pictured below.

This is my foyer BEFORE picture. It’s a small one-story entry and it has received very little attention. The piece of furniture that’s shown in the picture came off the curb of a house in the Bell Meade area of Nashville, Tennessee about 25 years ago. A friend and I picked it up before the Goodwill truck arrived. At the time, I had nothing in the dining room and it was to be the beginning of a creatively put together, mismatched dining room set. Never quite made it.

The baskets are just there waiting to be moved somewhere else. They are part of another project that has not been completed.

Do you see a pattern here?

This is the start of the AFTER pictures of this project.  I painted and then Michael fixed all of my painting mistakes.    The paint is Herbal Wash by Valspar purchased at Lowes for about $30.

I liked the wall color but the white closet door reminded me of a giant bandaid, and I started thinking about all of the black doors I’ve seen in blogland.  Rhoda of Southern Hospitality had just posted about this a few weeks ago.  See Rhoda’s post here.   I decided to paint the closet door black.

Here’s the room all finished up today.   Foyer Including Black Door

Here’s another picture taken from the living room angle.

Chrissie the Cat is investigating our work. She’s not allowed on this side of the house, so as soon as this picture was taken, she went sailing out the front door. Also, the room is small and I do not have the best camera lens or photography knowledge to capture it correctly.  There I am in the picture and you can see that I am one of those people who still has a red dining room.  Dragon’s blood red!!!  That will be changing soon.

I am still using the old piece that came from the curb, but I’ve removed the top.  It shows some age, and I’m okay with that.    (Me too!)   I found the mirror in our attic.  It had been packed away when we moved ten years ago.  Totally forgotten until last week when I went on the hunt.

I’m very happy with the black door.  Actually, I’m loving the black door.  However, it did take three coats of black paint to get the door painted. I recommend that if you paint a white door black, as we did, that you remove it before starting to paint.  Also, in case anyone is wondering, I painted both sides of the door.

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Sunday Around Our House

Our dogs like to go to church.  As we get dressed to go on Sunday morning, they start following us around.  Guess what?  We take them.

Here’s my husband,  Michael, and Luckie.   They have been pretty much inseparable since Luckie arrived at our house 11 years ago.    Mike is waving his arm around trying to get Luckie to look in the camera.

This next picture is a little blurry, but I just had to show it to you.  While at church, Luckie sings.  Really.

Have a great Sunday!   We are resting today.

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Walking Down Swinging Bridge Road

I live on Swinging Bridge Road.  It is a great place to walk.  It’s flat and there is very little traffic.

Walking from my driveway, I turn right following the direction of the North Fork’s water flow. As I look to my left, here’s what I see:

As I near the edge of our property line and look right, I see my husband’s shop called The Luckie Dog Woodshop. It’s a nice little shop. We have a sign in front of the shop that reads “custom tables.” In 10+ years we have never had anyone call about having a custom table made. Did I mention there was very little traffic? I’m not sure what we were thinking when we put this sign up.  LOCATION! LOCATION! LOCATION!

This is a photo of one of the window boxes in the front of the woodshop.

I stop in the woodshop since my brother-in-law Gerald is inside.   Hi Gerald!  He is standing in front of the hope chest he has made for a neighbor’s little girl who is turning 13.  It is made from a sassafras tree from right up the road that a neighbor gave my husband.

I leave and walk a bit further down Swinging Bridge Road.  Looks like this:

Told you it was a nice flat walk.

In this photograph, I’m approaching my neighbor’s barn he is building.  As best I can tell, it’s being recycled from another building.   Works for me.

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I like this little crossroads where the dirt road (Anderson Drive) meets Swinging Bridge Road.  There are usually goats here, but they are elsewhere today.  The goats get out a lot!   It’s one of the charming things about Swinging Bridge Road.  We have to weave in and out of the goats when passing this area.  No one really minds.

Walking a bit further, I see a….boat!   It’s parked in the pasture.  Looks like someone just drove it up on the hill and got out.    Who knows?  We might have a flood and need this boat.  This river does flood.  I’ve seen goats standing on the boat.

The boat is no concern to me.  Whatever floats your boat.  

Walking a little bit further, it gets shady. Reminds me of walking through a salad bowl.

While these pictures make the walk look peaceful, it’s not.  There is a hum of insects and lots of wild bird sounds.  There are cows mooing in the distance and goats bleating.   Sometimes, but not today, I hear snorting sounds– probably a buck as we have lots of deer. Once in a while, I imagine it to be a mama bear and her cubs.  I break out and run if no one is looking. 

One day I hope to take a picture of one of the area’s eagles.  They are there.  Others have photographed them but not me.   The river is supporting a large bird population which speaks to the health of the river.

I’m nearing Lisa’s house. .Here’s her backyard:

Nice, isn’t it?  She has a great back porch to enjoy this view.  I’ll take you there sometime.

This is Lisa’s barnyard.  She has two rescue horses, two fainting goats, and she DID have 29 chickens including heritage breeds UNTIL a raccoon killed 13 this week.    Once she gets this straightened out and her hens are busy laying their pretty green and blue eggs, we’ll visit her.

Walking a bit further, I see Margie’s chicken enclosure.  It’s built of recycled materials.

Just like some people live in nicer houses than other people, so it goes with chickens.  Her very cool chicken coop reflects her creativity and how she values her chickens.   Margie’s chickens are living in what used to be her organic garden. It’s her revenge for the bugs that plagued this garden and ate all of the stuff she meant to sell at the Farmer’s Market.   Chickens love bugs.  They are so yummy clucked the hen as she wiped bug juice off her chin.

Oh…look who is here!   It’s my sister and sister-in-law. Hi Nancy and Jackie!

Next time I’ll walk up river and take you along.

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Plans for Today

At some point, I’ll be sharing the contents of this blog with others instead of writing to myself and my immediate family and a good friend. I didn’t have a picture for this post so I thought a peek at one of the Swinging Bridges might be interesting when the time comes that someone reads it who doesn’t really know me.  And…yes, Virginia, I have ridden a bicycle across that bridge!  I was not always as cautious about everything!

Today is going to be a busy day. I have the usual housework, etc., but it’s also the day that we’re putting the foyer back together. I thought this was a two-day job, but we started Wednesday a week ago and we’re finished today. Mike, aka, Retired Man, did the painting. I started and did so poorly that he took over.  What a strategy

I also am going to do a post later this evening detailing my morning walk on Swinging Bridge Road. I wrote to my cousin, Betsy (also known as Betty Lou) in Cincinnati, and she loved getting the newsy snail mail letter about all our happenings (yes, you heard that right) in Mendota. So, I decided to take her for a “virtual” walk on Swinging Bridge. She is learning to use a computer and I hope she enjoys it. This is a “SHOUT OUT” to Betty Lou when she reads this !!

My weight loss is going fairly well. I’ve been calling this my 90 days of summer/30 pounds of weight loss experience. I do not think I’ll lose 30 pounds in 90 days, but I do think I’ll lose 30 pounds.  I’m losing about 2 pounds per week.   I stopped working on Thursday, May 31, but I really did not start trying to establish healthy eating and exercise habits until June 1. I did not start Weight Watchers until Monday, June 11. I realize I could possibly have done this while working, but I knew for true success, I had to focus. The risk of continuing on with a so/so attitude on weight loss while focusing on other things would move tired feet, swollen ankles, back aches — all symptoms of being too heavy — into chronic ailments. I don’t want that. I want to live a long time and enjoy the good life I have.

I’m using this blog as a part of my accountability — a sort of “if I say it…I will do it.”    This is true in terms of project work and activities around my house and health-related matters.

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Have a Seat!

This chair came from the dump Waste Disposal Station about 8 years ago.   The seat is long gone– it’s been replaced with chicken wire and a moss lining.  I’ve got a few of these chairs, and they do well with succulents.  I have someone staying in the guesthouse tonight, and I drug the chair over to soften the entry way.

I’ve got the “simplify” sign hanging on the chair…trying to make our guests think that we really don’t have phone or internet service over there because we planned it that way.

Right.   Exactly.

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Gracie’s Ramp

Our “dear girl” Gracie Barker Beaule is a 12-year old Golden Retriever.   She’s lost a lot of her long hair on her tail, but she’s still pretty.  I love her little white face.

She has arthritis in her back legs and hips. She can barely bend her back legs and going up and down the two steps that are required for her to enter or leave our house has become extremely difficult. She managed an awkward “hop” going down, but I worried that she would break her leg or her hip.

However, my husband and brother in law built her a ramp. Check this out:

Another…

She goes up and down with ease. I’m convinced this has added months to her life (and such a precious life it is).

Of course, there’s always something.  In this case, it’s Sam the Sinister Cat who still worries her.  He gets under the ramp, and like the little troll he is, he jumps out and scares Gracie.

He has a bad reputation for doing these things.  Look at this…

MOST WANTED!! Sam The Sinister Cat

He’s on the Mendota, Virginia Most Wanted List.

Sam on Ramp

Look at him…sunning himself.  He doesn’t feel guilty for terrorizing Gracie.  He does not care.    I’m sure he will keep scaring her until he gets caught.

Sam The Sinister Cat – Known Disguise

He’s very sly.   If he feels that folks around Mendota are suspicious, he pulls out one of his many disguises.  He sometimes wears a mustache.

If you have seen Sam the Sinister Cat, please leave a comment on this blog.

 

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Remember the Corn Family?

Last month when I was in North Carolina, my husband told me about our “visitors” which turned out to be the Corn Family.   If I could insert a link, now would be the time to do it, but I haven’t learned to do that yet.  Pesky links!  Anyway…

Here’s what they looked like when they arrived:

Mr. and Mrs. Corn

It’s been about a month–a very dry month too!    However, take a look today!  The Corn Family seems to be thriving.

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