GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Chasin' away the blue . . . . . . .

I've got the blues! The ugly, dirty, full of nail holes, far from soothing color of blue paint on the wall blues!

My son will be coming home next weekend after being gone far too long. He graduates AIT in San Antonio next Friday then he'll be jetting in to Knoxville Airport Friday night to stay at the farm with us for a few days before heading back to Florida to set up his new apartment in the Tampa area with a buddy of his. Being a mom, I want things to be perfect for him when he gets here so I decided to fix up our small bedroom especially for him ~ a place he can call his own when he's here. Problem is . . . it's got the blues! The ugly, dirty, full of nail holes, far from soothing color of blue paint on the walls blues! My mission today is to fill in all the nail holes (evidently the former owners never heard of a stud finder or spackle because there are dozens and dozens and dozens . . . . ) and at least get a coat of primer on the walls.

Wish me luck because now I'm finding that not only do I have the ugly, dirty, full of nail holes, far from soothing color of blue paint on the walls blues, but I also have the middle of renovation, nothing is were it belongs, can't find what I need B~L~U~E~S!!!!!!

Blessings from the creek!

WHY????!!!!!!

Is there anyone out there who can explain WHY a seemingly sane person who is in the midst of trying to simplify her life by taking bags full of clothing to share with friends or boxes of nick-knacks to sell at the flea market will trudge through the pasture and up the hill to drag an old rusty bed spring down to the yard to use as a trellis against an ugly old shed? Is there an explanation? Is it an illness? Is it a sign of being a true "junque-a-holic"?