I’m telling you, there’s a fascinating book in your life story. I love your stories. Mine are dull in comparison, I think.
Thank you for bringing over the birdhouse instructions.
A few years ago, there was a good market at the craft fairs for birdhouses, several people were paper macheing half gallon milk cartons and with a little effort, making them look like a ghost town building.
Once you had the design down for the first one, the others would be easier.
Old rotten boards work also.
This one is creative and pretty.
LOL, of course looking backwards, one can choose to see the possible humor in the events, or moan and groan due to the events.
I choose to see the humor, I already know the other side of the story.
It is not really an old lady reaction......when I was careless and let the flower pot hanging above the TV over flow flood the tv,
I had 15 minutes to whip out a dialogue of ‘how it could have gone’, with a fake husband, before I left for a class in writing.
And got a passing grade, with a good girl added to it.
When I got home and explained to Bill why he had a note saying to not turn the tv on, [which was of course an on going thing in this house....], he didn’t say anything, except some thing like “it was a rough day and I was going to watch___........”
But when it came time to plot a story, he entered into the fun and as he was rock solid and I am apt to fly off in any direction, he was my anchor.
I started discovering that other folks did not do so many of the things that were ‘just living life ‘ to me, about 40 years ago, when a lady told me I was lying, that I had never cooked on a wood stove........
I have no idea what she thinks one cooked on, before the electric reached the sharecroppers shacks.
We did have kerosene stoves, but they were only hot plates, and it took money to buy the fuel.
Mom tells of cooking with dried cow patties during the depression, not a surprise, as the pioneers did also, once they are dry, they burn fine.
In one Pottery class, we filled a galvanized trash can with dry dung, put in our pots, lit the dung and let it burn for several days...and I have a couple pots with interesting black markings from the fires, burned in the clay.
There was so much more that I wanted to do, maybe next time around.