Landlady Life

Ahh, Monday. Start the day by checking my email, no one loves me this morning. That’s OK, I’ve got a lot to do, better get rolling. I know we are running out of ice melt at most of the properties, and though I did manage to get rid of most the ice from the ice storm, it’s predicted that this week will be very cold, and the parking lots are all lumpy skating rinks, so more ice melt (you know, salt in the old days) is needed. I love living in a small town, I’ll just hop down to Saxton’s Garden Center, the nice people there will load the bags in my van for me. Oh, look at that, Saxton’s is closed Sundays and Mondays. Oh, well, I probably have enough to make it through today, I’ll go home, then walk the properties and put out garbage. We’ll start with the four unit next door. I walk on the grass, or what used to be the grass, and avoid the slippery parking lot. Suddenly, my foot slips, and the ground rises to meet me. RATS! OK, that’s not quite what I said, but close enough. Any broken bones? No. Check the hips, I could be getting to that age where hips break, but everything is fine, I don’t even feel sore, yet. All right, if I can’t even walk on the grass, I’d better get some ice melt. Time for a trip to my neighborhood Home Depot. I park right next to a flat cart, I’ll be able to drop the bags on it and just need to heft them a few inches up to the van when I leave. A nice lady greats me at the door, asks if she can help me find something. Great, I don’t see the stuff right off, I would think this time of year they would keep the ice melt by the front door, but she will save me wandering around aimlessly. “We’re completely out, it’s been a bad year!” Out? OUT?!? Yeah, I kinda noticed it’s been a bad year, weather-wise. OK, back to plan, um, B. Yeah, A was Saxton’s, B was just dealing with what I’ve got, C was Home Depot, so back to plan B. I have a little ice melt in a bag, and another bag of a little in the basement of one of the buildings, and most places still have some, so I go around and put down a little ice melt, turns out I don’t need much. I do try to get some “paths” going in the worst parking lot. And at one of the properties I find the lid to the wall-mounted mail box has rusted right off. Weird. I also notice we still need to put the railing back up that was taken down for the tenants to move furniture. I even managed to get the garbage and the recyclables out at each property. I’m back home, ready for a pot of coffee. Maybe I’ll get lucky and Turner Classic Movies is showing Bogart or Davis or Crawford, not the crap from the 70’s that they’ve suddenly become fond of. A break would be nice.

Where I Stood…

These are the party shoes I wore last night. Tony and Shelly had their Bloody Mary Party, so despite the black and grey outfit, I wore one red shoe for Bloody Mary. Tony and Shelly throw a great party, and everyone brought a dish so there was lots of great food. I am fortunate enough to live in a neighborhood with some very wonderful people. Plymouth really is a small town, we know each other, we watch out for each other, and we party together. Last night was fun. Today, not so much.

These are the puddle soaked waffle stompers I wear today. There is a steady freezing rain, and though the temperature is rising and soon the ice will be gone, it is treacherous now and must be dealt with by landladies. It was so slippery out this morning I couldn’t walk from property to property without falling down, I had to resort to driving. It makes me feel stupid to have to drive eight blocks, but I couldn’t get anywhere any other way. I sprinkled ice melt on everyone’s steps and did a few incantations (and maybe a little swearing), I hope that’s enough.

I do rather like the look of our cherry tree trunk encased in ice. It’s just a thin layer, but that’s all ya need. It’s also all you need on the sidewalk to kill yourself.

Just to give you an idea how poopy grey the sky is.

A hummingbird that doesn’t mind the ice. I will be happy when spring comes, with it’s color, warmth, and birds.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Happy Valentine's Day!

My valentine for Mark:

And a report on Mark’s back.

It turns out we didn’t see a neurosurgeon yesterday, we saw a neurologist. he checked Mark out pretty thoroughly, and let us look at the MRI pictures of his back. I could tell you about the herniated disc, but suffice to say there is a black blob where there shouldn’t be, and surgery would get rid of it, but other things might too. The neurologist has Mark on a session of steroids, this may be all he needs, then again it may do nothing. The neurologist encouraged us to see a neurosurgeon right away, and not wait to see if the steroids work. So today we start working on finding a surgeon our insurance will cover. Either way, surgery or not, there is no guarantee that Mark’s foot will return to normal. I hadn’t thought of that possibility, I just assumed eventually he’d be walking like Mark again. Hmmm…., the saga continues….

Damn you, snow!

Yeah, just about four inches of snow. They told us two to three inches, but we got more this time. An inch doesn’t seem like a lot, but just like in sex, every inch matters. It is sunny today, and usually being out in the sun helps my mood, but it didn’t today. I am so tired of this winter. I’m tired of refilling salt containers, I’m tired of moving snow, I’m tired of sprinkling salt, I’m tired of having to walk slowly and carefully on the ice, I’m tired of falling down, I’m tired of hearing about other people falling down, I’m tired of trying to drive in snow, I’m sick and tired of the whole winter. How bad was the driving last night? Bad enough that when Irene Cara’s “What a Feeling” came on the radio I opted to listen to it rather than take my hand off the steering wheel to change radio stations. That’s bad. And this year February has 29 days. I contend that despite the fewer days, February is the longest month. Why couldn’t they add leap day in June? We could use an extra day then. OK, I know the weather will be what it will be and it has nothing to do with the date on the calendar, but wouldn’t it make you feel better to have an extra summer day? Alright, snow gods, cut me some slack, give me a week or two without any new snow. I’m losing it.

New Orleans!

We’re all booked! I’ll be in New Orleans for the second weekend of Jazz Fest, if you’ve never been you need to go! We’re going with our good friends Kathy and Aaron. The four of us went two years ago, the first fest after Katrina, and we had a blast. Before we went last time Mark called a friend down there and asked if the people wanted to see tourists, and he said to come, so we came.

The festival has ten stages of music, and though you might think you’re there to see the big names, the most fun to be had is the local music scene. The gospel tent is the rockin’est place on the planet, with no down time between choirs. There are people that stay in that tent for the whole festival. You see newborn babies, people so old they look like they died a week ago, enormous people, and skinny, skinny people, it is the tent of extremes. Congo square serves up African music, the Preservation Hall tent will give plenty of old time jazz, and they’ll be lots of blues, Cajun and zydeco music on other stages. I plan on dancing my toes off.

There is also several art fairs, and food, oh the food! Praline pudding, stuffed artichokes, po’ boys a plenty, and crawdad everything! I’ll need to dance to wear off some of that food I plan on devouring. I hope to see ya all there!

Where I Stood…

In front of my Botany quilt, which at this point I believe I am calling done. Except for the sleeve on the back, and I’d better put a sleeve on the back for hanging or Deb will be mad at me. Mark was busy with a meeting and a job yesterday, so I got to spend most of the day finishing this and working on a couple of other projects, it feels good to have stuff done.

I’m not standing outside today, the high is only going to be 8 degrees. It’s very windy, we don’t have a newspaper today. I don’t know if the paper person just said “no way” (I wouldn’t blame him/her) or if the paper did it’s impression of “Gone with the Wind”. If at all possible, my game plan is to stay inside every second of the day. Yes, I know Winter Blast is going on downtown, and it’s suppose to be great, and the tents are heated, but I don’t believe they can heat them enough, and getting to and from the car would be miserable, at best. I’m staying snuggly warm, in my house, maybe in my bed.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Tarot

In one of the art groups I belong to we make books. Each person makes one page, making as many of that page as people participating in the book exchange. Then we dole them out, so everyone has one page from each artist. This is the page I made for the last exchange. The theme was Tarot.