Some Rambles.

Somewhere in the neighborhood a monk is chanting. I can hear the neighbors next door visiting. The breeze is blowing through the trees in my yard. My men are mowing the lawn.

Last night we had company…like twelve of them or so, and we ate pizza, ice cream, and very flat cookies. Dru mixed them up and I told him to not put that last half cup of flour in. When I do, they have too much flour. Of course, if he makes them, they’re flat. But nobody complained. He even sent the rest of them home with the boys.

I made a fallish center piece with what I had on hand. I think I must have  pitched the fall leaves that Dru’s Dad sent three (wow, three!) years ago. Duh. Anyway, I did okay with some red apples, my doily from Grandma Ruth, and some tall grass that was growing in my yard, and cloth napkins. Oh, and I got out one of my big candles that I bought in the states. Lovely.

We were going to go to Criag’s for Thanksgiving but now it will have to be the day after or so. Dru double booked, not that he had any say in actually. It just so happens that one of the English camps he’s in charge of lands on Thanksgiving Day. I could almost became discouraged about Thanksgiving Day in Thailand. People just don’t have that holiday here—and it’s very near and dear to my heart. Thankfully, we have Craig’s. Even if we have to go a day late.

I’m kind of leaving my bean bag some. I have this dream that the morning sickness is going away already, but I’m quite sure it will return once I decide that it’s gone. So I’m not holding my breath.

I’m supposed to bake some sort of cookies or bars for church tomorrow. Like one hundred fifty of them. Brownies, cookies, something. I really don’t mind, but I wish my oven had more than one rack in it. It’s a slow hot process with my little not-insulated oven.

Jube is climbing and falling a lot these days. Up the green stool in the middle of the kitchen and off on his back. Out of the crib. Down the stairs. Over his own feet. We  like him a lot and think he’s really cute. It’s funny because I thought that I was going to be the “disciplinarian” in the family. I’m the softy actually. It’s Dru who lays down the law much more consistently. He gets by with it though. Jube thinks Daddy is just the best. He doesn’t like when Dru leaves without him and he’s up and running as soon as the gate opens when he gets back. He’s also taking to calling him in a loud voice. “Da-da? Daaaaaaaaaaa? DA! DA!” Or something like that. And Dru obligingly answers from where ever he is in the house. Dru’s a softy too, in his own way.

Ok, I’m going to go get at it. This is all rambley anyway. How long will it take to bake 150 of something?

Dreams from the Bean Bag

So, I’ve been reading home decorating blogs. Lots of pretty whites…I love whites, and antique sort of things that I like as well. The sorts of things that you go to thrift stores to buy. Cheap. Then you “make it over” how ever you like it. I’d love to do that stuff.

It occurred to me just now that I don’t have one single corner in my home that I truly am happy with. None that I glory in. I would be truly happy for inspiration for my kitchen. Right now it is purely utilitarian. Not even overly utilitarian sometimes. Dru says it this way, “What do you do when you want to use the stove top and you have the clean dishes stacked on it?” And for the life of him he can not figure out where I keep some things. It should get easy for him though—he’s been doing a lot of dishes lately.

My bedroom is greatly saddening for me right now. It’s all one color. When we were buying paint we were kind of on a budget so most of the house is painted in a warm cream color. But in the bedroom it looks very close to yellow, and the curtains, which are a brownish gold color, are way to close to that same color. But why does it matter? I can’t even keep my bed fixed anymore.

I have some projects in mind: Decorate kitchen. Make curtains for bedroom. Make curtains for both bathrooms. Recover hideous high chair. Recover cushions on the dreadful heavy wooden furniture. Do something in Jube’s bedroom. I’d also like to paint my dining room furniture white…but I think the land lady would kick us out. Oh, curtains for the dining room too. All the curtains are the same color in this house.

Anyway, I do a lot of dreaming. Not only about my house, but what I’d like to do when I get big. Someday I want to have a little hobby farm and grow my own veggies and animals. A pig or two, a cow or two, chickens, make my own butter, grow my own Thanksgiving Turkey, smoke my own ham…that sort of thing. But alas, my little tiny flower bed STILL isn’t planted. And I wanted flowers by Christmas.

Someday, I will be super woman. Right now the laundry that my husband hung on the line needs to be taken down. He hung it there yesterday. I said one night on the line was enough. I guess having both of my Thai classes this week is about as super as I’m going to get—for a while.

So I guess I’ll lay here on this under-stuffed, green bean bag for the next couple of months and dream. I might not even get my scrapbooking done. Or my comforters pieced. Or the high chair recovered…etc. I’ll just lay here and be miserable. The baby will be here June-ish or so. I might leave the bean bag before that once or twice—to use the bathroom or something. Until then, I will be here in my nausea, just dreaming. Miserable. But over all, happy. I really am happy.