I love this silly little blog of mine. I get a thrill with each and every comment that comes through. Especially when someone new is nice enough to leave a comment and tell me that they like my blog. With that comes some pressure and responsibility. I feel like I need to blog about interesting things. Things that I can write about an that people will enjoy. But, lately. Lately. Lately life has been a real snooze fest. Too cold to go out. Too wet to go out. Too snowy to go out. And when do get out..I go to the grocery store or to The Dollar Tree. Sometimes..Both! Woohoo. Livin' on the edge. Very little thrifting as of late. I go sometimes, but I usually leave empty handed. No one is donating because it's too cold to go out. Too wet to go out. Too snowy to go out.
My posts lately have been boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, sorry. I'm back. I'm awake.
There are things happening. My Grandma decided it's time to die. She's gotten her affairs in order, called the funeral home, amended the will and told us who gets what. She got in bed and refused to get out. My Mom is at her house round the clock. Bringing her drinks, helping with trips to the bathroom, etc. Yesterday she was very weak, sick to her stomach, moaning and absolutely refusing any medical treatment whatsoever. But, today, she is better. Demanding a meal. Upset because "someone" turned the TV off "her channel". Walking all the way to the bathroom (in huff) because "someone" brought her a bedside commode and she is "NOT READY FOR THAT." Sorry, "someone" thought you said you were dying.
*Sigh. How do you take care of an elderly veeeeery stubborn woman? Where do you get started finding help for her at home? How do you convince her that everyone cannot just give up their lives and move in with her permanently? It is difficult.
But, no one really comes over here to read a blog entry about my sick Grandma. So, I try to think of other things to bog about. But, with no journey's and no junkin', the ideas are slim pickin's.
I did find one really cool thing at the thrift yesterday. It made up for all the other empty handed trips.
I spotted this great hand carved wooden owl and I picked it up, thinking I would sell it on Etsy. Owls are easy Etsy sellers. So, I pick up all the cool owls I find. This one is about 8" tall and really awesome. When I picked it up, it had a sticker on the top, so I peeked under it. That's when I found the slit on the top and the hole on the back. I don't think the thrift ladies knew what it was. I knew what it was right away because it is "one of the things that I collect but never talk about". Do you know what it is? Because I need some entertainment - First person to guess will get an envelope full of vintage Valentine's from me. Maybe it's obvious? Surely, not!
*We have a winner! It wasn't as obvious as I thought. Congrats to Shanna - it is indeed, a whistle! It is one piece of wood, hand carvedand hollowed out. The plug on the top has a small opening for blowing and the sound comes out of the hole in the back. It makes a very lovely "Hooooooooooooooooooooot" when you blow into it. I ave a small collection, about ten, of handmade whistles in animal shapes. They are all Native American made and animal shaped. Please, send me your address Shanna. Thanks!
**Thanks for the Grandma understanding. She is something else. That's all I'm ging to say about THAT.