Brrrr, it’s hot outside!

Wow, July is almost over–can you believe how fast time flies? It’s been a very wet and fairly hot summer which my allergies and adipose deposits (from lack of outdoor activity due to heat intolerance) have thoroughly taken advantage of. Meanwhile, up in New England, they’ve had a cool spell of weather in the 60s and 70s–during the day. I do have a bit of envy, I admit, especially since a “cold front” down here at this time of year means it goes from humid and 90s to drier air and 80s…how refreshing. Granted, it does get down to the 70s here at night. Yay. Just in time for the mosquito and spider populations to come out of hiding. I want a screened-in porch for just that reason.

After living down here for this 7+ year stretch, I have figured out that I gain weight in the summer because I become a bit of a hermit in my air-conditioned house and have decreased activity (other than fat cell generation), as a result. In New England, people tend to gain weight in the winter, but I never really had a problem with that. Shoveling and shivering burns calories, you know. I was also more active outdoors during the winters up there versus the summers down here because it is always easier to add more clothing to stay warm than shed clothing to stay cool. The former has more effective results than the latter and the latter can gain the attention of law enforcement if taken too far, or so I’ve been told.

Granted, when I last lived up North, I was younger and “they” say that increasing age has something to do with weight gain. I refuse to surrender to that common knowledge. Well, except for a temporary surrender when it’s hot enough outside to bake cookies in my car. I haven’t personally done that (that would only serve to increase any potential summer weight gain), but others have, apparently. Good for them.

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I saw a meme that showed sweater season in Alabama as being while working in the office during the summer months. No kidding! There was also a Facebook post by a local tv station, asking people what temperature they kept their air conditioner thermostats set at. I’ve heard of people having $300-400 electric bills during the hot months. Being the thrifty New Englander that I am, I found that horrifying. However, after reading the comments on the tv station’s post, I can see why some people’s bills are so high. People had ranges of anywhere from the mid-60s to 80, most of them being in the very low 70s. I keep ours in the upper 70s to 80 during the day and lower 70s at night. I prefer to sleep in something akin to an icebox, if at all possible. I attribute that to the 58-degree temperature my parents kept the heat thermostat set at and, hence, the upstairs of my childhood colonial Massachusetts home all those years ago, every single winter. We had quilts. And comforters. And flannel pajamas. And record short times for things like getting dressed or sitting on the ice-cold toilet seat–assuming you were the first one to use it. On top of that, we had artesian well water, which if you are unfamiliar with that means c-c-c-old! Add to the freezing artesian well water the fact that the pipes had to travel from all the way down in the basement, it took forever…f.o.r.e.v.e.r… for the hot water to reach the upstairs bathroom, and as we were highly encouraged to not waste water or the oil used to heat it, washing of hands and faces also set speed records and was a great wake-up for any sluggish morning people. Brrrr! Yes, we did have a nice wood stove in our house which was all the way down the stairs, take a right through a hallway, go left through the kitchen (open-concept homes weren’t a thing, yet), and there it was in the den: a not very well-insulated room that was also the one we used as our main entryway to the house from the frigid outdoors, resulting in occasional contributions to global warming via the opened door. We all know that heat rises, but it never seemed to make it to the upstairs to warm it above that magic number of 58. Meanwhile, the den and kitchen were reminiscent of Hades–or Alabama summers. Speaking of which–

I wonder if the same people down here who keep their air conditioners set at the mid-60s are the same ones who complain when the outside temperature goes below 70? Hmmm…. What I really don’t get are the ones who keep their thermostats set low, then wear pants and sweaters or wrap up in blankets. Why? Okay, I admit, I do that at night while I’m on the couch reading or watching a show after everyone else has gone to bed, but it’s icebox temperature time, so that’s different. During the day? It’s tank top, shorts, and not much else. That’s why I warn people that if they are going to pop over for a visit, let me know, so I can put on that pesky, uncomfortable, pectoral adipose-tissue-filled-areas holder. Yes, “bra” would have been so much easier to type, but not as fun to describe. And so now you know how dressed I am or am not as I sit here blogging.

I now have to run–no, make that mosey–out to the mailbox to get the mail, then assuming I don’t faint from the heat on my way back to the cool indoors, will sweep this house’s seemingly endless supply of dog and cat hair. It’s a daily chore. I rrreally need the exercise, though, so I don’t rrreally mind….

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Can you read me now?

My Dad passed away going on eight years ago. I think of him on a daily basis for a reason that is somewhat humorous. If he could see me from up above, he’d probably laugh and shake his head with an “Uh-huh. See?” attitude. Personally, I don’t believe our loved ones can see and hear us from heaven. After all, heaven is a place with no anger, fear, or sadness. Lord knows if my Dad could see some of the stuff that goes on down here, he’d probably be thinking, “What the hell are you doing?!” Do they even say hell in heaven? Probably not. There are those who think we shouldn’t say it here on earth, but I figure since it and the words damn, damnation, and ass are all in the Bible…. (That argument doesn’t always go over well with certain people.)

Okay, back to my point: years ago, when my parents still lived in Massachusetts, I noticed how badly dusty, grimy, and dirty my Dad’s gargantuan eyeglasses were. (It was the early nineties, so eyeglasses, like hair, were still huge.) I’ll never forget it. We were standing by the table in the formal dining room and I looked at him and saw them. They usually were in that state and I couldn’t figure out how he could even stand to wear them. It had to have been like looking through a fog. I gently and laughingly teased him about it, of course, and I may have cleaned them. Probably not, he was capable, after all. So why didn’t he then? Ugh, it drove me crazy!

Fast forward twenty-some-odd years…. Oh, Dad. Now, I get it. I am so sorry for not having an inkling of empathy when it came to the sorry, smudged state of your spectacles. My reading glasses are just as bad. Always. Unfortunately, I am more OCD than my Dad apparently was when it came to eyeglasses and cannot stand when they have even a fraction of the grime his had on them. I have lens-cleaning cloths strewn about my house and car for when I can no longer take peering through a fingerprint fog. Actually, they aren’t even fingerprints. I don’t know what it is or where it all comes from. I think the lenses are a magnetic field for grime, just like black clothing is for cat hair. Maybe it’s because they’re cheap reading glasses. I don’t know. All I know is that one little loving chastisement back in 1990-whatever gives me a sweet memory every day, every time I clean my glasses, because I always think of Dad. Lucky him–he doesn’t need glasses, anymore. Meanwhile, my journey of ocular degeneration is only in its beginning stages. I was already asked if I wanted bifocals and I adamantly refused. So far, other than a mild astigmatism in both eyes, my distance vision isn’t bad enough to constantly have to wear glasses. My close-up vision is a different story, however. Eventually, my distance vision will probably necessitate the need for bifocals. I won’t complain, though. In the grand scheme of things, my aging process hasn’t been too bad, so far. So far….

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Titles are over-rated….

Honestly, if I was writing a book (which I know it may seem like, sometimes), then a title would be necessary and expected. For a blog post, though? I get tired of thinking up titles and sometimes put “Random Thoughts” rather than just leave it blank. I think from now on, I’m going to either leave it blank or maybe put something totally random. After all, when I blog, I write as if I am speaking to you. Imagine if we titled all our conversations, even one-sided ones (which all parents are familiar with and are professionals of), before we began speaking. How silly. Okay, got that off my chest…on to the one-sided conversation….

I actually wrote that paragraph two months ago. It’s a good thing blogging is not a job for me, huh? I’d’ve been fired eons ago! Anyways, life has gone by quickly, as usual. Another year of college is done, can you believe it? I can’t and neither can others, including our kids, especially our daughter. Our son is done with his 4th year and will have one semester left; our daughter finished her freshman year. Tomorrow, the only rainy day of the week (Murphy’s Law, thank you!) is when we go to move her out of her dorm and back home. She hasn’t actually lived in this house other than school breaks, because we moved here right after we moved her into her dorm. Because this is a smaller house with less storage space, one of the bedrooms is basically a storage room and the second bedroom (hers) isn’t much better. There’s quite a bit of “stuff” that either belongs to the kids or will be given to them–books and movies, especially, in that latter category. I’ve still got some shuffling around to do to make room for her “stuff”.

As it always does, time will continue to fly and before we know it, we will be moving her into her first-ever apartment and some of the furniture will go with her, giving us a little more space. And I will shed tears anew. What else is new? It’s another milestone, this one perhaps a bit more bittersweet than moving her into her dorm, because it means she will be living on her own and only coming home for visits during the school year. 😦 No more summers; this will be the last one having one of our children living at home. Sigh….

Fortunately, I will have things to keep me busy, this summer, including gardening (assuming we ever get the plants into the ground which needs to be tilled, again, and weeded), a trip to New England (YAY!!!), maybe a short day trip here and there, and hopefully kicking back and spending some good times with friends. Our daughter will be working, so she and I will have to work our adventures around her schedule. It should be a fun, busy summer and I’ll try not to think of its ending in early August, when she goes back. After all, this is all part of life, isn’t it? Still, I miss my little ones and I miss the grownups they’ve become when they leave to live their own lives.

Meanwhile, I’ve got my own life to figure out. Who am I, again? I’ve been in what a friend calls a “transition stage”. Honestly, I feel like my whole life has been a transition, so many moves, so many changes, and this is one of the more challenging ones, in some regards. Couple it with the homesickness that just never seems to go away (that’s a whole other post) and it’s intense, at times–I get teary, frustrated, maybe even a little bitter or angry. It’s not that I don’t like the South, necessarily, I just like New England and all it offers–family and friends, included–so much better. Granted, the long winters are hard, but I even miss those–to a certain extent. A small extent. At Christmas-time. But…bloom where you’re planted, right? Even if it’s never permanent. Needless to say, I am looking forward to this summer’s trip up there for our biennial family reunion. I also hope, as I’ve been hoping for the past 7 years that we’ve lived here, that I can get up there at least one other time throughout the course of the year, hopefully in autumn, my favorite season.

Sometimes, I wonder if going home alleviates the feeling of homesickness or compounds it. My daughter has expressed similar thoughts, on occasion. Last night, she shared this quote: “It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.” Don DeLilo, White Noise. How true. I looked up other quotes about homesickness and some of them are quite profound. Here are a few that spoke to me:

“Perhaps the ache of homesickness was a fair price to pay for having so many good people in her life.”
Becky Chambers, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

“Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees in street look not just indeferent but ugly…perhaps even malignant. Homesickness is real sickness–the ache of the uprooted plant” the breathing method”
Stephen King, The Body

“When you get homesick, it’s not something missing, it’s something present, a visit. People and places from far away arrive and keep you company for a while.”
Erri De Luca, God’s Mountain

“…the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.”
Susan Ornbratt, The Particular Appeal of Gillian Pugsley

“Homesickness is absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. You don’t really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don’t have, or haven’t been able to find.”
John Cheever, The Brigadier and the Golf Widow

That last one is kind of a “you’re not alone” sentiment with perhaps a dash of “pick yourself up and get over it”. That last sentence, though…it is quite deep and almost demands self-examination and reflection. 

And with that, I will bid you–wherever you are–adieu until the next time.

 

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Just random thoughts….

Random thoughts–I have lots of those!

Lately, I’ve been thinking about…Christmas! Yes, I am one of those who loves all things Christmas, regardless of the time of year. While I don’t like to see the commercial world taking advantage of my favorite holiday, at the same time, seeing all the pre-lit Christmas trees and decorations at Sam’s Club and other stores makes me as excited as a little girl, at least on the inside. Well, mostly on the inside. A little exuberance does escape, probably to the mild annoyance of my family. Too bad, ya Scrooges! 😉

Christmas stuff seems to come out earlier and earlier every year, but I have to wonder if that’s just our perception. Maybe I should mark it on the calendar and do my own little, unofficial, unscientific study. I won’t–who am I kidding–but it does make me a little curious. I often wonder if Christmas starts early in the stores based on what’s going on in the world outside of the shopping areas or maybe we just notice it more because we want it to come faster.

As we all know, and when I say “all” I do mean all-over-the-world “all”, we Americans are going through some major…drama, if you will: elections. Let’s just say it: politics suck and so do most governments, if not initially, then eventually. I think it’s all due to the inherent greed of mankind–greed for power, money, notoriety. Mix in some arrogance–pride, narcissism, whatever you want to call it–and you have a recipe for corruption. Meanwhile, we the peons–I mean–people, hope that we can change things with our votes. Then we wonder if that’s even the case, anymore, especially with the ignorance of many of our fellow citizens and the propaganda that seems rampant in much of our news media. The news is disheartening in general, especially since negative news is what sells, even if it isn’t the prevalent bent of the day. There is still much good in the world and while the negatives, the evil, the bad news is all we see and hear on the news, we can choose to shut it off and focus on better things–like Christmas and the holiday season–if for nothing else than our own sanity.

For me, the holidays are all about family, friends, gathering, eating, drinking, giving, and just good times, in general. It’s uplifting to think about the decorations, the sounds, scents, and to focus on what’s really important in life. It’s also comforting in troubled times, as it’s something to look forward to, something that gives hope and anticipation of better times. Yes, we should also turn to God for our hope; for me that goes without saying, as I believe that God is still here and He is sovereign, regardless of how much we choose to screw this world up and over, but the holidays are still part of what gives me hope and joy and helps to improve my attitude.

I tend to have a positive, silver-lining attitude, but when the world inundates you with all the negative and often downright evil trash, it is easy to start to get sucked into despondency. I’m a fighter, though, and aside from God and faith being my shield, I also use the good things in life to build a bit of a wall to help escape worldly ills, even if only temporarily. Perhaps escape is the wrong term, after all the bad stuff is still there and must be dealt with; focus may be a better word. I focus on the good: the simple things in nature and life– the beautiful, warm, sunny weather (although we are in the midst of a pretty serious drought and some rain would be awesome!), flowers, butterflies, birds, the cows and their newborn calves, the stars at night, the breeze blowing through the trees, sunsets, ocean waves, walking barefoot on soft sand or grass, the scent of fallen leaves or wood smoke, moonlit night skies, the calls and sight of Canada geese flying in formation, laughter, good conversation, spending time with ones we love and care for, and so on…all that is truly important in the grand scheme of things. The holidays personify that in a certain regard and the retail world knows it and of course capitalizes on it. For many people, though, it’s not just about the buying of “stuff”, it’s the good that the season represents, the hope for something better and a happier state of being–joy and a certain innocence; simpler times, if there really is such a thing.

When times are tough, economically, politically, etc., it seems that the emphasis on the holidays starts sooner, whether in the stores, on social media, or in our own thoughts. It certainly has for me. I’m so sick of what’s been going on in our country and the world, that I’m looking to Thanksgiving and especially Christmas for some comfort. Then, it’ll be the New Year, where we say good-bye to the old and hope for better with the new. For now, though, I am most looking forward to Christmas, already contemplating how to decorate this new house, what new decorations to make or buy, when I will have our Christmas open-house, who I will invite, what to make, where to put our two large dogs while the guests are here, and so on. I’d also love it if it snows for this Christmas. Now, there’s high hopes–unrealistic for this part of the country, especially considering the hot weather we’ve been having. One can always hope though, can’t they?

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It’s been 2 months….

Well, almost two months since I last blogged. A lot can happen in two months! There was our trip to New England, then a couple weeks later, we dropped our daughter off at college, then a couple weeks later, we moved to another home across town! I think my head is still spinning. Since I don’t have all my pictures on this laptop, I’ll have to blog more about some of this at a later time.

Our trip was wonderful, as always, minus the drive, of course. I wish teleportation was real, sometimes, but there are always a few good memories made on the trek up and down, which the instantaneous nature of teleportation would not afford. 😉 A couple weeks later, we took our daughter off to college and spent a few hours getting her all settled in. I teared up a little, as I drove away, all by myself. (My Southern Man had already left in a separate vehicle. We needed two because of the dorm fridge.) BUT–I didn’t cry! I was actually a lot better than I thought I’d be…until 1:15 that morning. Then I sat in the bathroom and silently sobbed, so as not to awaken my Southern Man, who had to get up early. Fortunately, my sister-in-law is even more of a night owl than I am, so I messaged her and our little chat helped me get a hold of myself.

I was fine the next day (minus the puffy, ugly-cry face aftermath), until my Southern Man returned from his archery tournament. It took place within a half hour from the college, so he had visited our daughter, again, at her request. When he got home, he gave me a hug from her and I fell apart. However, as I was telling a friend just last week, that was it. I hadn’t cried, since. Too busy. That and I am sometimes quite adept at pushing emotions to the back of my mind–or at least the thoughts that would evoke them. Until two days ago. I was watching a show and there was a lot of crying and sadness, which almost always gets to me. So I joined in and then started crying a bit more than usual at a mere tv show. Yesterday, I was petting our older dog, Nala, and started crying, again. Poor Nala is going on fifteen and although she still has pep, she’s also losing weight, not always eating all of her food, and I know it’s just a matter of time. Later that night, my daughter and I were texting. When I told her I’d had a couple of emotional days, she asked me why and I replied, “Just stuff that catches up to me. Homesick, missing family and friends, wanna get away, Nala’s gonna die, etc.” She chuckled at that last part, not because our dog dying is funny, just how I said everything.

This empty nest thing is harder than I thought, even with the phone calls, texting, and Facebook posts. Of course, we also have a new nest, smaller, but no rotting or mold issues and far more efficient with regards to insulation and utilities–thank God for that! I’ve hardly had any allergy issues–hallelujah! It makes a huge difference when you actually feel well and don’t have headaches and watery eyes, more often than not. The house is smaller, but in a nicer area, backed up to a cow pasture with the Talladega National Forest within sight. Nice! The dogs don’t care for it, though, with our younger one being terrified of the cows. This is amusing, considering she’s half-Blue Heeler–a cattle dog, for those of you who don’t know. Apparently, other than running circles around you and occasionally stepping on your heels as she follows you, she has no other Blue Heeler character traits! We will have to build them a pen, as we do live on what can be a busy road with people driving faster than the 45 mph limit. Eventually, I will see if I can train her to a wireless, electric fence. That should be interesting!

So that’s why I haven’t blogged much. Just plain busy! I’ve still got some unpacking to do, but it’s mostly organizing and sifting through “stuff” to either pack up for the kids or get rid of. I don’t know about you, but getting rid of stuff–simplifying, downsizing, whatever you want to call it–feels really good to me. Donating it also feels good. I could probably make a few bucks having a yard sale, but I honestly don’t feel it’s worth my time to sit for hours from 7 or 8 in the morning in 80-90+ degree heat, just to haggle with strangers who want to pay you a quarter for something you’ve asked $2 for. No, thank you! So off it goes to a local place that could use that quarter, although hopefully people aren’t as cheap and don’t haggle when it’s for a good cause. Granted, I’m not getting rid of everything we have, but I am letting go of some things I’ve held onto for no real good reason other than pure nostalgia.

Once the weather cools down and I can open windows–which actually do open at this house and keep nature out, for the most part–I will be painting the inside of this house. The way the weather has been, I figure that may be in November. It’s been ridiculously hot, considering the time of year. It’s Alabama, go figure. Still, I miss my cool New England autumn weather, which is already starting, up there. Those crisp nights! The nights here have been beautiful, though, especially with the moon waxing to full and being exceptionally bright over the fields. The air has been quite balmy, with a light breeze. If we had a screened in porch, I’d be out there every night, but…bugs. That will be another one of our projects. This home is just another rental, but the friends to whom it belongs told us we could do whatever we want. So, perhaps a back porch or at least deck or patio. Maybe a gazebo? I guess time will tell.

For now, I’ve got enough on my plate! All these changes. Change can be good, but it can also get tiring. Moving so many times has become tiring. Another friend of mine called me the other evening and she said that she didn’t know how I have done it, all this moving. She and her family recently moved into another house for the first time in many years and it’s not easy. Since I’ve been married, we’ve moved at least ten times. You’d think we were a military family. Granted, sometimes it’s only been across town, but it’s still moving. I won’t even tell you how many times I moved after leaving home to go to college until I got married. Let’s just say, it’s been quite the nomadic life. Granted, back in college I could fit all my worldly possessions into one vehicle; not so much, anymore! Speaking of which, I suppose I should get a little something done, today. I have hundreds of books to pore through and either save, display, or donate. There’s also a housefly in here that keeps buzzing my head. Quite annoying. The hunt is on…now, just where is that fly swatter?

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Associations

Here are more photos I took of items from the Calhoun Pickers place. I’m posting these because we are going on another road trip to New England, shortly, and many of these items remind me of things from my New England heritage, whether it be of family or the area. Also, I haven’t written anything in ages, so….

First up is this old Singer sewing machine. It reminds me of my paternal grandmother. She died just a few years ago at the ripe old age of 102! Imagine all the changes she witnessed throughout her life–technology, travel, health care–too many to name. There were many changes she was resistant to, though, including microwaves (never owned one), cell phones (she still had the one old rotary phone on the wall, as far as I know), computers (fogettaboutit!), coffee machines (had a glass, stove-top percolating coffee pot–I have one, too, that I occasionally will pull out and use in her honor–plus they’re cool to watch and hear), new furnishings (she had the same furniture all my life and it was probably there well before I was born), new fashion clothes (she always said that new clothes were very cheaply-made–who could argue with that?), and the list goes on…which brings me to this sewing machine. Grandma was an accomplished seamstress and also crocheter of afghans and lace doilies. While I never witnessed her using her old Singer in my lifetime, it was always on its cabinet in the little hallway right outside her bedroom, by the stair well and although in pristine condition as far as I could tell, it probably had many, many hours of use. It was a beautiful machine, more like a piece of artwork than this more industrial-looking model: a glossy black with gorgeous gold filigree and other vivid colors painted on the body–just beautiful. I have no idea where her machine is now, but every time I see an old Singer, I associate it with Grandma and hers.

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These next two photos are of cookie jars. Cookie jars remind me of my maternal grandmother, the one who lived on the Farm. While both of my grandmothers always, ALWAYS had food available, she would have cookies and numerous other sweets for the offering. (My other grandmother usually had either tapioca pudding or maple walnut ice cream.) Obviously, the barn jar reminds me of the Farm and the lighthouse reminds me of Coastal New England.

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Is there anything more to be said of these lighthouses? I doubt you can find too many homes that are on the coast of New England or any coast, perhaps, that don’t have some homage to lighthouses. They’re just fascinating structures, aren’t they? I’m sure you’ve seen the incredible photos of gargantuan ocean waves crashing up and even over lighthouses and yet they remain standing–solid, unyielding and ready for the next challenge. Being a first-hand witness to that must be amazing, as well as a little scary. I wonder if any of the lighthouse keepers ever got used to it? Probably not.

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Having already mentioned the Farm in other posts that I’ve written (it’s capitalized on purpose, as it was such a huge part of my life and deserves a proper name status), is it any wonder that I am and always will be intrigued by tractors, especially old ones, and even toy ones such as you see below? You know the old saying “they don’t make ’em like they used to”? Case in point, here. Imagine the little child that was the recipient of this adorable, pedal tractor all those many years ago. They were probably just as excited as Ralphie was when he got his Red Ryder BB Gun in the movie classic, “A Christmas Story”. Well, maybe not quite as excited.

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I love lots of old things, not just classic toys, but also clocks and radios. This was a big floor model that was from the glass tube era. I think I may already have written about an old clock radio I had when I was a kid. It was that pale pink that I despised, with gold accents, but it worked and I loved to turn it on and watch the tubes light up, get warm, and hear the crackling and popping as I listened to the old A.M. stations. If I had to guess, I’d say this one is from the 1950’s, although I’m no expert. It has more metal as opposed to glass on the inside than my little pink one did. I prefer the even older ones from the 1930’s that were more unique in their shape, like cathedrals, as opposed to this more boxy design. Regardless, they’re both pretty neat to see, when you come across one. So different from today’s technology.
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There’s always such an array of odd things at this place, Calhoun Pickers, including dolls. Granted, some are gorgeous, but many are just creepy. I found this old timer sitting up on a shelf next to another doll, an old gal who, based on her red hat and purple dress, obviously represented the Red Hat Society. This old guy, with his hat, overalls, and work boots, reminded me of any hard-working old man you might see out in the country. His face isn’t creepy, so much as wizened and of a gentle, humorous countenance. He looks like he’d have a lot of interesting and entertaining stories to tell of his life. Assuming he was a real man.Which he isn’t. He’s a doll.

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The last picture I will post is of this Asian print. I’ll assume it’s Chinese, but what do I know? I laugh every time I see one of these or a similar tattoo, because unless you do research, do you rrreally know what it says? I imagine that there is some company overseas that is putting them out with a grin, because it says something like “Foolish Consumer” or things much worse or perverse that I won’t post here in case my mother reads this. Perhaps it really does say “friends”. We’ll give it the benefit of the doubt.

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And what does this remind me of, especially with our upcoming trip? That I will have access and finally be able to eat good, quality Chinese food, complete with my bottomless pot of complimentary Chinese tea! You have no idea how excited I am for the culinary delights I shall foolishly consume! Lobster, steamers, good Italian cooking that’s not a chain, amazingly delicious, full-fat, creamy ice cream, and whatever else I can get my teeth into. Don’t worry, I won’t be a glutton, but I am going off of my “trying-to-adjust-my-horrible-cholesterol-levels-through-diet-manipulation” diet for a week or so. I will be sure to share some of the photos of our trip, including the food, at some point after we return. Don’t hold your breath, though, because there will be a whirlwind of crazy activity in our lives when we get back that includes wisdom teeth removal, moving into a college dorm, moving into a new house, and so on. Until then….

 

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Elephants, and tigers, and…stuff.

There exists a lull in the United States during the spring and summer months, specifically in regards to…football!! Regardless of the absence of live games (there are plenty of game reruns), one cannot escape whatever rivalry exists in your state or area of the country. Here in Alabama it is, of course, The University of Alabama vs Auburn University. Alabama vs Auburn. Crimson Tide vs…Tigers. Roll Tide vs War Eagle! There are also probably some derogatory terms that each side “affectionately” labels the other, but I don’t know of many and wouldn’t go there, anyway. So even thought it isn’t football season, you never truly get away from it. Reminders, should you need them, are everywhere. Ev.Er.EEE. Where. You see people wearing hats, shorts, t-shirts, and tank tops. You see the license plates, car stickers, car flags, yard flags, and so on. There’s even one house I know of that has a giant Alabama “A” in its front yard, made of white pebbles.

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Ground-level view, courtesy of Anniston Star.

And the satellite view:

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Alabama “Nascar” Lines 😛

Is that not impressive? And maybe just a little strange? Pretty cool, regardless. If this house ever sells, I wonder if a stipulation is you have to be an Alabama fan? It probably goes without saying.

I have made several comments that one can pretty much sell anything, down here, if it’s either Alabama or Auburn-related. I really think that’s true. I’ve seen the evidence and have the proof. On my last trip to Calhoun Pickers, I took all those pictures, remember? My Calhoun Pickers Pictures. Well, here are just a few of the things I saw that illustrate my point:

Obviously, that is the Auburn University collection. Here are some University of Alabama items:

Personally, I prefer the Alabama ones, partly because that’s who I root for and partly because I really like the “A” made out of the license plates. There are many more example of these types of crafts, including bird houses made out of either Alabama or Auburn plates that I saw on another visit. This particular visit was a short one and I only got through about half the building. You get the idea, though, right? It’s everywhere. My favorite that I saw on this visit, though, is this cute, little guy:

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Who doesn’t love little garden gnome statues? He’s just so adorable, isn’t he? Well, maybe an Auburn fan would disagree. Which brings me to one last thing–the latest meme on an Alabama Facebook page:

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