STAR-WARS *** INDIANA JONES *** HARRY POTTER *** E T *** OLD CLASSICS
MUSIC
WELL,,, I HAVE ACCESSED THIS PAGE WITHOUT LOGGING INTO NOTH, FROM: IE,FOXFIRE,GOOGLECHROME,OTHER COMPUTERS & WE HEAR ONLY MUSIC... SORRY IF YOU EXPERIENCE BACKGROUND SOUNDS... You might be hearing "Twinkles" down below eating, even though I turned her sound off.
***SHAKESPEAR *** GEOFFREY CHAUSER *** ANYA SEATON *** JEAN AUEL: THE EARTH CHILDREN SERIES *** JOSEPH CAMPBELL *** RICHARD BACH *** DAN BROWN *** ECKHART TOLLE: A NEW EARTH *** J. K. ROWLINGS *** NANCY DREW/HARDY BOYS SERIES ***
MY BOOK:
I was born in Boston in 1950...lived there on Summer St?...(or was it Winter St?) one year, then moved to Merritt Ave, Braintree. It was a brand new street of 9-10 small house lots down each side of it, and it sloped down to a woods & creepy peat bog beyond. Just a few houses, at the top of the hill, had been built. We were about 4 houses down...white picket fence down 1 side & across the front somewhat...& a waist high barberry hedge the rest of the way across the front & down the other side...& down the backyard... the back of which was open to the "deep enchanted woods." A driveway was down the right side circling to the garage, that was under the house in the back. Two flowering crab apples took up the front yard on either side of the flagstone walkway leading to the typical Grey Cape. On the left of the house, the front yard was separated from the back yard, by a white picket fence with, a flag stone path, winding down & through a wooden arch, covered in climbing roses. In the center of the arch, nestled in the rose-twines, was a bluebird house. (loved watching those bluebirds)
The back yard, though tiny, had a fieldstone fireplace (lots of scrumptious cookouts from that fireplace), & was shaded by a huge Catalpa tree in the back corner, & an apple by the turnaround at the driveway. Set back, and arranged along the edge of the driveway turnaround was a wooden sand box, then a swing set, then a wooden double love seat swing (facing each other with the platform in between). And...my father & mother created it all with their own 2 hands...my brother & I helped where we could.
When we moved there the rest of the houses still had to be built. My mother would put me in the front of the yard in a playpen, & I would watch the trucks going up & down hauling dirt & whatever. Somehow I learned if I did the "arm pulling thing" the trucks would blow their air horns. The few neighbors that were there (mostly empty-nesters) got fed up. The constant rumbling of trucks was annoying enough, so I was banished to the back yard; but not before embedding a love for the building industry.
My 5 year old brother (Russell) had to have his appendix out, (in those days they cut you almost all the way across the stomach to do an appendectomy) the very day he got home from the hospital, my mother found him, like a monkey, swinging & hanging from the branches of the back yard apple tree.
Every summer holiday, and some weekends in between, the entire street got together to go to Nantasket, Salisbury, or Revere Beach. Then we all gathered (mostly at our house because of the stone fireplace) for an evening BBQ. Week days were spent with all the kids playing in each others back yards, and all over the (secluded dead-end) street. The moms all got together for morning coffee at each others kitchens, which was good to have a panel of "Dr. Moms", because at least one of us kids, randomly, would get a hole poked in them by one thing or another (dropping heavy toys down the laundry chute while another watched at the bottom... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye; or tug-a-war with the metal sprinkler and the winner getting slammed in the head when the other let go... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye;...Ooo....Ooo...the time we were building a tree-house in the "enchanted woods" & Jackie Rodgers was hammering, and dropped the hammer claw first, on my head... almost losing a piece of brain). Man,...we had some "GREATEST" times.
Yes...yes...yes...it was a cross between "Donna Reed" & "Wisteria Lane". (Stuff happened...but the housewives weren't desperate...It really was more like "Leave it to Beaver")
(to be continued....)
MY FAVORITE COLOR
***BURGUNDY *** SAGE/MOSS GREEN *** TURQUOISE *** VIOLET *** PUMPKIN *** ANY TERTIARY COLOR FROM NATURE***
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ABOUT ME
I am a Commercial Painting & Surface Finishing Contractor and a color & design specialist (paint, paper, faux, stencil, murals, floor decorating, etc). And I have a part-time job as a virtual call taker for a national call taking center. [there are several - the best source is womenforhire.com then click on "work from home."
We have always been a crafty family. I started working in desk jobs, but I have always been fascinated with old houses & restoring them since I was a little kid. I wanted my first house to be a fixer upper to turn into a Bed & Breakfast. I also have 25 years experience, kitchen prep, in restaurant & catering. I built new, a little "Cape Cod" house in the woods, & never got my Bed & breakfast. But in the mean time I felt the best way to learn to restore houses was to work as an apprentice for the sub contractors in the industry. Now, I do all surface coatings & finishings, minor repairs, staining, papering, stenciling, decorative plastering, Faux finish, murals, floor painting, minor electrical, & minor plumbing.
The second floor of my house I completed myself. It was already rough wired & plumbed, & windows roughed in. I insulated it myself, then the drywallers did the drywall. I installed the doors, floors, casings, outlets, lighting, toilet, vanity, & old fashioned footed bath tub. I had friends help me winch the tub up the stairs. Then I refinished it, & installed it. My father helped me miter the window casings. He designs & builds furniture, & the only electrical saw I have is a hand held rotary saw. I did all the rest myself alone. I hauled the wide-pine ship-lap floor boards through the upstairs window, one at a time. I miscalculated & had a lot of boards left over so I designed & made shutters for the house, I have 11 windows. I just fell in love with finish work, & wasn't happy doing any other job. And, I have done a lot, a lot, a lot of jobs.
Painting is a learned craft just like any other job in this world. It just takes practice, practice, practice. All my guys, I tell them, "I don't care if you are on one window the whole 8hr long day, as long as it is perfect... speed comes with time. As long as you concentrate on making each stroke perfectly... all of a sudden you are automatically going to pick up speed. If you concentrate on speed you will never acquire a skill nor an aptitude. It just can not happen." And I didn't care if the person had 20 years experience. I worked along side each & every one of them & offering tips, to become a better painter. They all thanked me, & told others... if you go to work for The Painter's Touch, you will learn to be a good Painter. When I am too old to do the work, I will dreadfully miss it.
I do other crafts as well. I had a booth at the Deerfield Fair for 13 years, selling my crafts. I made things all year long, entered some in the judging at the fair (always got a blue ribbon & once almost got "Best OF Fair", Oh, well) & sold the rest from my booth. I love to do Early American Primitive Painting (AKA Tole Painting), & I don't have much space in the house, so I painted the doors do the kitchen cupboards. So, I have an art gallery in the kitchen. And am painting the 4 seasons on the risers of the stairs from the 1st floor to the 2nd floor. Up at the top is asleep midnight midwinter. Then Spring then Summer to down at the bottom is asleep midnight late fall. There are 3 risers for each season. There are 13 risers, but I am leaving the very bottom one blank.
WHAT I LIKE
*** GOOD MUSIC *** BIRDS SINGING ***
*** WATCHING THE LOCAL FAUNA ***
*** MY "NATURAL HABITAT GARDENS ***
EDUCATIONAL T V ***
POPPING BUBBLE WRAP http://www.therightfoot.net/mystuff/whatever/swf/bubblewrap.swf
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Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
-Author unknown
Another nice day today,near 70 and sunny. I think I'll go for a ride today rather than Sunday, as it will be warm but rainy on Sunday. May as well take advantage of the warm weather as it may be getting cooler beginning next week.
