Thursday, March 2, 2017


No. We're not moving. At least, not anytime soon. But the house, it is a-changin'!

Did this ever happen to you? Back in our younger days, when we had to go house-hunting every few years, we got where we could instantly spot a "geriatric" home from a mile away, and were quick to say "Nevermind!" to the realtor.  You know the type. The garden was probably beautiful once, but is now running amok from neglect. Paint is peeling and there's just a general air of neglect about the place. The first thing to greet you as you open the door is the stale, musty air. Then, BANG! You are whisked through a time warp to a previous era, for nothing in the house has been changed or updated for at least twenty or thirty years. I really don't want to be those people.

So, perhaps that had something to do with our experience on Tuesday, when we went out shopping for a storage ottoman to replace this glass-topped-sharp-cornered coffee table, which is not the least bit toddler-friendly...

and came home with NO ottoman, but with two red leather, mid-century modern accent chairs on their way to our house! Does this house look mid-century-minimalist to you?

Time For The Spring Sofa-Cover-Switch-Out
And, did it stop with the chairs? Nooooo, of course not! Next thing I knew, I'd ordered a polka-dot rug to replace the oriental. Yep, you heard me. Polka-Dot.

Things are about to get interesting, no?

Monday, February 27, 2017


It was an interesting day, our Saturday. Nothing usual about it. John was in charge of an organizational meeting that morning and I guess he was a little nervous, so he asked me to go along. I said "Sure! If you'll go to my meeting with me this afternoon."

His meeting was for the photo-adventures-group he was trying to form, where they'd meet up about once a month and go on a little day trip somewhere in the Hill Country to shoot photos and maybe have lunch somewhere fun.

I think he was a tad nervous because everyone who had responded so far was female, but he needn't have worried.  In no time at all they were tossing out ideas right and left, and Hubby had a great list of possible day-trips. A trip to tour the Spanish missions around San Antonio will be their first adventure, but it was this last item one woman tossed out that really put a twinkle in his eye.

I think it's going to be a fun group.

After lunch it was time to head over to Hays City Store for my event -- a meet-up of one of Wimberley's two Indivisible groups. I've never really been an activist, have voted for people from various parties (it wasn't until the Tea Party emerged that I got shoved further and further to the left), and get the heebie-jeebies at the thought of calling one of my representatives to voice my opinion or attending a town hall where everyone is screaming and no one is being heard. But writing down my thoughts on a postcard? That I could do. That I needed to do.  So I joined 30 or 35 others that day in filling out as many postcards as we could, to make sure that our representatives knew how we felt on whatever issues were most important to each one of us personally.

Some people made their own postcards, while others were downloaded for free from this very cool website.

We even had entertainment!

Purly Gates serenades us with her Affordable Healthcare ditty.
It was a really good day.

P.S. Still writing those postcards. It's good to be heard, once you finally find your voice.