April 16, 2009
High Button Shoe
the farm update
Actually the farm update is a
misnomer (is that a word?) I have been known to use words that aren't
apparently a word, as my
computer kicks them back at me
and suggests quite strongly that words I use aren't words! And like most
regions, I am told
that Michigan uses words that
are not known in other areas. I do believe farm country has its own set of
language all by itself too.
A misnomer...because I don't
have time to pen you a letter. Days on the farm lately have been very
hectic and full.
My folks are requiring a lot
of attention in the past several weeks and the next two weeks are full of
doctor appointments, surgeries, and all the chores related to that.
So the farm update, is really
an update to tell you that I have new things listed on the primitive
The link is below. I have
ThedaMae Treadstow, a black doll in vintage attire. Old long johns to hang
out on your clothes line.
A vintage piece of redwork
linen that is exquisite, and something else. Drats. What? Let me think a
.........well thinking didn't
help. I guess I will have to go look.
Oh, yes, an old wood mallet
candleholder. I love this thing. It hangs in my living room.
Today is filled with a trip to
town for groceries. Oh joy, as RhettaMae tells me. My favorite thing (NOT)
to do. And picking up
supplies for Ronnie at
HomeDepot, making sure I get 'straight' wood. And worst of all, my digital
camera has died, and I must go
look for another one. Do I
seriously strike you as competent to pick out a camera? No, I thought not.
The camera I was using, my old standby, that we had a mutual agreement
(the camera and me) that if it worked right, I would not throw it against
the wall, and I would try determinedly to comprehend its complicated
workings has forsaken me. It took me weeks to learn that camera, and then
I only knew how to do certain things with it. The time it somehow turned
itself into speaking Japanese was traumatic for me.
So when passersby at the
store, see this middle aged woman, with the short haircut, muttering under
her breath, and drool running down her chin, glasses over contact lens,
pacing back and forth and sweating, and perhaps using her razzle-frazzle
words, they may perhaps not recognize me. I can only hope. Just to be on
the safe side however, I will leave the camera buying to almost the end of
my chores. If not, my brain function will be severely challenged and I
won't get all the groceries I need. AND all hope of Ron's straight wood
will be nullified.
Oh joy! indeed.
I merely wrote to tell you
that PrimitiveGathering is new as of yesterday...
Oh, and I will tell you that I
have named rosemary. She is now Viberta Pickett. And continues to thrive
in spite of me.
Thanks for asking to be a part
of the farm and our life here.
Should you not, merely replay
with remove and I will kindly do so.
in fond regard, Tilda
on stake outs for Fritz the
my folks daughter,
thankful for approaching
hair growing out somewhat...
now that I am getting used to looking in the mirror, I think it needs a