This is Hubby's grandfather's ship's clock. It chimes ships bells - eight bells at 4:00, 8:00 and 12:00. Pawpaw had it back in his bachelor days before he married LeeLee (Hubby's grandmother).
Couldn't think outside the box on this one. It is what it is. It's been one of those days all day long.
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Journaling:This is not your grandmother's potty chair. It has sensors in the bowl that detect wetness and play a tune. Alas, nothing but silence today. It also has a flush handle, toilet paper holder and a clear blue plastic lid. Potty chairs have come a long way since my day.
I'm guessing this is the only potty chair in all the chairs that have ever been drawn for this EDM challenge.
Journaling:Was feeling rather uninspired with this challenge since I seem to be drawing lots of square boxy things lately. Found this book and thought about my grandmother.
As a kid I would porch sit with her in the early evenings sipping sweet tea from heavy, chunky glasses. Her wide porch spanned the entire front of her house. The squeaky porch swing was on one end, a row of white rockers on the other, and lush ferns hung along the length.
The western end was protected from the scorching sun by a stand of kudzu she carefully cultivated and trained up several strands of cotton clothesline rope hanging from the eave.
She would call out to the evening walkers passing by. "Hiya! How y'all doin'? Care for some tea?" Usually no takers on the tea as they had just finished supper, but many would come up the walk, plant a foot on the bottom step, and chat about things for a while. As darkness fell and the skeeters descended, they would say their goodbyes and continue on.
Other times we would just sit and swing, listening to the sounds of sticky summer...tree frogs, katydids, crickets, children playing somewhere in the distance.
When the lightning bugs appeared and the street lights came on I knew I had to go home.
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Journaling:I have big ol' long monkey toes that I can move independently. It's rather disturbing looking now that I think about it.
I can pick up almost anything off the floor without having to bend over. That's come in very handy as I've gotten older.
I also have impossibly high arches. Never have found a pair of cowboy boots that fit correctly.
Nana told me today that one of the triplets was sitting on the floor and picked up a Froot Loop with her toes and put it in her mouth with her toes.
That monkey toe thing definitely runs in the family.
Journaling:My Nightshirt
I think this was my grandmother's originally. It showed up in the massive yard sale we had after the final clean-out of her house.
It looked brand new so I snatched it up and have been wearing it ever since*. Got a matching one in blue too.
Yes, I'm pitiful, wearing my dead grandma's hand-me-downs.
Journaling:These "Draw Something Old" challenges are killing me since I've gotten rid of almost all my old stuff. Had to draw this one from memory.
This radio sat on the kitchen counter for eons getting all fly-specked and thick with grunge. I attempted to scrub it once when I was a teenager but it didn't look any better.
I'm guessing Mom and Dad bought it early on in their marriage, probably with S&H Green Stamps.
The only time I remember it being on was early in the morning on school days when the weather was bad.
Mom and I would listen for the announcement that school was cancelled, but first we had to endure the Farm Report and Swap-N-Shop. People would call in telling what they had for sale, wanted to give away (lots of puppies and kittens), or what they were hoping to buy. It was the 1960's version of Craigslist.
Journaling:I love this old school photo of Daddy, circa 1934. He's so cute with his big, innocent eyes and faded overalls. I'm guessing he probably doesn't have on shoes.
I have Daddy's eyes, a babypoop brownish-green color.
Daddy always signed cards and emails like this--> DaD; big D, little A, big D.
Daddy carried this lunchbox with him every day for 30+ years. The finish on the top and around the latches was worn shiny from use.
The black plastic handle broke so he milled a new one from a strip of aluminum.
His ID badge was riveted to the end. It was lime green with his ID# engraved in red numbers.
The lunch bucket lived on the dryer by the back door for my entire lifetime.
Daddy always called this his lunch bucket, not lunchbox. That's probably a throwback to his childhood when he took his lunch to school in an actual bucket.
Journaling:It was tough to find something I had made that wasn't two-dimensional arty stuff or dinner related. Then I spied this old basket tucked in the bookcase.
I remember making it. A lady I worked with conned me into taking a basketmaking workshop her friend was hosting. I really didn't want to learn how to make baskets, but I went, had fun, and bought some split oak to make more at home. I don't know what became of the others, I remember one was an egg basket. Haven't seen it in decades.
I was trying to remember when I made this basket, then I turned it over. I had signed and dated it (1984) along with the location and the note, "My First Basket!" (Had to laugh at that. How very typically anal-retentive of me.)
I hang on to this basket because it keeps me in touch with the survival skills of my ancestors. I figure if I survive the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust, basketmaking might be a handy skill to have.
Journaling:This guitar showed up the the corner of the living room about three weeks ago and hasn't moved since then. I'm kind of afraid to ask why. Sometimes it's better not to know what Hubby is up to.
Hummm.....
Journaling:Cranberry Glazed Pork Loin
- Slab o' pork loin w/ cranberry, apple & BBQ glaze
- Yukon Gold mashed taters -n- gravy
- Greek seasoned French-cut green beans
- Sourdough garlic toast
- Salad with lettuce, tomato, croutons, cashews, and Ranch dressing
- Pepsi
It was Experimental Cooking Night at our house. My sister sent me the recipe and I've been planning, discussing and dreaming about this meal for days.
Hubby inhaled it without taking a breath, then started talking about all the possibilities for leftovers.
It was a big hit!
