Monday, March 7, 2011


He can’t refuse an estate auction.  As a result, he has way too many tools.  It’s probably not the same shovel, but I’m going to say it’s the one I watched him and Grandpa use to build my playhouse with.  That makes it more special. 

Sunday, March 6, 2011


The resurfacing made this corner impossible to mow, so I don’t. 


It was the only room that we didn’t paint.  Not perfect, but good enough.  


We got used to leaving his door open a crack.  It’s probably unnecessary now, but I can’t see stopping.

Saturday, February 5, 2011


The tree should be too short to cast a shadow on her shed.


The cows are gone, but the fence remains.  It needed to stay.   


I’ve seen identical sets in antique malls.  She keeps hers on the hutch.


He let her keep the board books when he moved downstairs. 


She said she hadn’t lost it.  I doubted; got mad.  I found it 5 years later in storage.  Sorry. 


I don’t know why, but I wanted a floating clock.  Fishing line and screw eyes in hand, I drilled the first hole…directly into my finger.  After a good cry, I tried again. 

Saturday, January 29, 2011


I accidentally bought two Silver Surfers 14 years ago.  He’s still my copilot.


They used to buy one every vacation, at least that’s what I’ve been told.  By the time I came around, the tiny racks were full and just a fixture of the d├ęcor.  

Sunday, January 23, 2011


It was tedious, but a color can really make it feel like home.  


She loves working with them and, believe it or not, we happened upon a going-out-of-business gourd farm auction.  Awesome. 

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


It came from Arizona, complete with cactus skeletons and an antler.  It was just always there in the kitchen, so I never really considered how ugly it is until I saw it out of context, hanging in dad’s garage. 


Every summer she grows the same variety of tomato plant.  The tiny yellow globes look so good.  They eat them like candy.  I hate tomatoes. 


I always wanted one.  She gave it to me our first Christmas.  I never dreamed how much fun our friends would have when they visit, secretly leaving it in inappropriate poses.  Every time. 

Friday, January 14, 2011


He preceded her years ago.  She still puts out both lawn chairs in their favorite place.  I’ve never seen her sit there.  


He requested it be painted Spiderman red.


The little tree produces every other year.  She’s still around as long as we use her recipe for pear honey.