Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Remember my quest for an old typewriter? I think I told you after hunting for years in antique stores, my mother finally showed me this old one she had in the hall linen closet. My grandmother kept an old typewriter like this sitting on the end of the dining room table, but I'm not sure if this one was hers, or one from my great uncle's house in Stillwater, Oklahoma. (He taught business subjects at OSU and had his own little museum in his basement.) Anyway, it's finally home!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Fake flowers, but I love the paint job.
Love this old Safeway sign!
This store was mainly for bikers, but I bought some cool stone beads for a bracelet!
Vintage aprons line the ceiling at the The Jerome General Store.
Friday, May 27, 2011
P.S. Somebody's working around here! Craig just came in and told me to wait a little bit before I don the swimsuit and get in the pool. There's a Mexican guy up in the palo verde tree right behind our wall. He's thinning it out and we now have a perfect view of the San Tan mountains behind us! We'd been thinking about petitioning the HOA to have that done. It's a miracle! We didn't even have to fight with them!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Growing up in little Oswego, Kansas, Joplin, Missouri was the place. We went there for Saturday shopping, trips to the optometrist, movies, restaurants, and Sunday drives. And since I've left, St. John's has become the regional medical center family and friends have relied on for life-saving heart surgery and other serious medical needs. And as trivial as it seems now, even last year when I made my July Kansas trip, friends and I made our pilgrimage to Joplin to shop our favorite antique malls and have lunch at a downtown restaurant.
I grew up in what the rest of the country calls Tornado Alley. Over the years, we've had a few close calls where we crouched in basements or cellars, but we were always fortunate enough to never witness the type of devastation I'm watching this morning on CNN.
My heart goes out to Joplin. It's just unimaginable.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Craig and I are in a holding pattern now. We're back from the roadtrip and just waiting for our next adventure. I find myself humming this song again, and maybe it's not to the end of the world, but the departure date for Isla can't arrive soon enough! The weather's actually beautiful here right now with a reprieve from the usual 90 to 100 degree temps of May. We haven't had the A/C on in three days and we're sleeping with the windows open. But that in no way diminishes our anticipation of our June 14th trip to that familiar little island in the Caribe.
Some of these photos could be repeats, but since I never completely finished posting my pics from January of this year, I'm just guessing. And I'm too lazy to go back and pick through all of those posts.
I'm already making plans. Craig and I battle over going to the beach. Since we'll be staying in town the first four nights, I vow to put my a$$ in the sand -- actually, that would be a lounger with an umbrella -- on Playa Norte daily during that time period. After that, it's up for grabs!
25 days until we climb the stairway to paradise. (Actually, before some local sees this and panics, that's not where we're staying. Ha!)
Wanna pack your bags, Something small
Take what you need and we disappear
Without a trace we'll be gone, gone
The moon and the stars can follow the car
and then when we get to the ocean
We gonna take a boat to the end of the world
All the way to the end of the world . . .
(You and Me, Dave Matthews Band)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Remember this poem by John Masefield? I was forced to memorize it in fifth grade and it still sticks in my head. Edna Miller (the teacher) who made me stutter through that in front of a laughing class of 10-year old's must have been prophetic in realizing the ocean would turn out to be one of the loves of my life.
Currently, my brain is throbbing right above the spot where the dental hygienist numbed me and did one of those deep cleanings yesterday. She must have accidentally hit on my last nerve with that needle full of novacaine. And the back. Oh the back. It was a mess before the roadtrip and I'm still strapping on an icy hot patch everyday to keep the ache manageable. And then there's the weird flu bug I acquired on Saturday . . . .
If only I could soak in some warm saltwater! We have a beach countdown that's less than a month. The weather in Phoenix is unseasonably wonderful this week with highs in the 70's and 80's for a few days, but I know by mid-June, I won't feel guilty leaving!
Just dreaming of spending a day right in this spot! Maybe I could throw the ache out with the seawater!
And then there's that annoying dead Bug that's once again extorting us for an amount equal to a plane ticket to paradise. We received the ransom note yesterday. Hmmmmmm. A Bug in the garage or a ride to heaven? Caribe take me away!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Most people think of New Mexico in terms of the historic artsy streets of Santa Fe and Indian pueblos, or if they're like me -- Jackalope! Since we've driven the width of the state multiple times in the past few years on our way to and from Kansas, we see the state as a hard scrabble land full of volcanic rock, old car graveyards, and colorful billboards.
The uneducated eye might think you're traveling in the real Mexico and the road builders have just scooped up and abandoned the old asphalt alongside the interstate. But then you'll notice the volcano below in the distance and the reason for the roadside rubble becomes clear.
New Mexico -- the land of tourist trap billboards.
This family truckster's seen better days.
An old cemetery and church in the town of Santa Rosa.
Friday, May 13, 2011
We spent an hour and a half in the building this trip, and while we were there, the place was robbed! Not the stick 'em up type of robbery you're probably envisioning, but a sneaky covert event. Two middle-aged women came in to shop. One took a small jewelry case to a booth in the back of the store and smashed the glass out of it, pocketing all the jewelry. Evidently, the other woman created a distraction by getting a clerk to haul a heavy item up front for her, then announced they'd both be back to purchase the item after getting some money from the ATM. They never returned, and it took a little while for the clerks to notice the missing jewelry case. Long story short, now I know why a lot of antique stores want customers to check their bags and large purses up front.
I noticed a number of trends in country antiques. Old bingo and kid's flash cards are popular items. Old coffee cans are very overpriced in Oklahoma. Decapitated and dismembered dolls are a popular item, especially when placed under glass. Shabby chic is still very chic, so I won't throw out my can of white paint.
The Pilot was already loaded, so I only made a few small purchases. One of them was an old Kitty Clover Potato Chip tub. Remember Kitty Clover? We sang the advertising jingle the rest of the trip home.
By the way, I appear to be a very lazy blogger lately, but Blogger's been out-of-service off and on for the past few days. At least that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it!