The crew and I are spending this summer in Arizona in our recently purchased home we will share with my sister, Nancy, and her dog, Marg, beginning in mid-August when they arrive from Florida.
These days I’m writing about life at our Arizona home while photos display a camp from the past. Today’s post features a pretty boondock northwest of Pagosa Springs, Colorado, not far from Williams Creek Reservoir.
Bridget, Reggie and I camped there in June 2016.
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Forest Road 631 on the way to Bridge Campground, Williams Creek Reservoir, and our boondock on Trail Ridge
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Williams Creek Reservoir, Colorado
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Trail Ridge boondock, Forest Road 639, San Juan National Forest
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Saturday, July 7, in Arizona
The day rolls by. Reggie and Roger eat, play with their toys, run, take turns on my lap, bark, act cute, sleep.
I clean, read, gather photos for this post, sit on the porch with a smoothie drink, watch the rain (It lasts only a few minutes.).
For supper a burrito: refried beans, Italian seasoned chicken sausage (chunks browned in a bit of olive oil), chunky salsa, whole green chili pepper, cheddar cheese. Watermelon. A movie on DVD.
When the air cools (high of 98 degrees today), the crew and I walk up to the mailboxes where I find a package from Amazon.
Oh, it’s my new nightie!
One thing I’ve wanted for a very long time is a really nice, quality nightgown. Strange as it may seem, this is something I’ve wanted since childhood.
Always some expense seemed more urgent or more sensible, so that nightie became a “someday” item.
Well, at last, someday is today!
The boys and I return home and I rush inside to open the package, leaving Reggie and Roger out in the yard to play. This is the time of day when their pal, Buddy, walks by with his person. Reg and Rog don’t want to miss exchanging hellos with Buddy through the chain link fence.
Anyway . . .
About the quality nightie . . .
That which makes us happy often develops from a childhood experience.
This is my pink nightgown story.
When I’m about seven years old and my sister, Pauline, is ten, we spend a summer night at the house of our paternal grandmother in New Jersey. Maybe more than one night. I don’t remember.
I also don’t remember the circumstances as to why we’re there when it’s so far from our home in upstate New York.
Pauline and I don’t have nightgowns. Gram slides out the drawer of her big, polished wood dresser. I vividly recall the moment when she lifts those two, neatly folded gowns, one pastel pink, the other pastel blue, and they float open before us as delicately as butterfly wings.
I’m enchanted.
Which one for me? Oh, I hope it’s the pink one! Please, the pink one!
Gram hands the pink one to Pauline and I get the blue one.
That’s okay. The blue one is prettier than anything I’ve ever worn. It slips on as gently as a sigh, oh-so-feathery-light on my skin.
Okay, so here we are some sixty-plus years later.
I grab a kitchen knife, slit open the Amazon box, and lift out my new nightgown.
I ordered it in pink, of course.
I never buy pink clothing.
I don’t do ruffles either. This time though, pink is perfect . . .
. . . and the ruffles are for catching my dreams.
Sunday, July 8
A rooster crows (as opposed to a crow roosters) and Reggie wakes up. This means Roger and I have to wake up, too. We pad along behind Reggie to the back door. As we pass the stove, I note the time on its digital clock.
“Reggie, it’s only 4:20,” I complain. “It’s not even light yet.”
Potty run, breakfast, coffee, quiet time on the porch, check emails, news online, write this blog.
After I publish this post, I’ll close up the laptop and enjoy what’s left of morning coolness!
Talk to you later, blogorinos . . .
rvsue
NOTE: You may enjoy visiting these posts from the summer of 2016:
“A site by the creek at Bridge Campground!”
Here’s a link for those of you curious to see my “butterfly pink” nightgown. It’s also available in “lilac rose,” “vintage rose,” and white.
The 1 for U 100% Cotton Short Sleeve “Evelyn” Nightgown
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First?
TODAY IS YOUR BIG DAY, BARB! YOU’RE FIRST! 🙂
I was feeling down. Mom is bad in hospital. Trying to figure out what to do. Thanks for the happy.
Oh, Barb… Praying for both of you…. No need for you to reply.
Dear Barb, saying prayers🙏 for you and your Mom!💗
Keeping you and your family in my prayers, Barb.
Thank you everyone! Great to have a happy place to go when you need it. What a surprise to be first for my first time on such a day. Weird sensation that it made me laugh & cry at the same time. How silly, but so changed my day. I’ll be back to happy up again. So loved hearing the nitegown memory and comments that stirred my own mom memories. She would sew her own shirts and would have enough material left over for a shirt for me.
Sorry for what you’re going through with our mom, Barb. Will add both of you to my prayer list.
Prayers for you both during this tough time!! Hope you will feel surrounded by the prayers!!
Praying for you, Barb. xoxo
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Hi, Pamela… almost first. 🙂
Yay!!!! Happy dance ! a first first
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Good Day Missy… I decided to take up a little space today, I hope you don’t mind.
A short story of my first military experience:
My folks both worked running their businesses at Mission Beach Amusement Center (I refuse to call what is left of it, Belmont Park). My brother Tom and I had become too much to care for with the hours they kept at the job. It’s 1947 and the decision is made to send us to a military academy in Pacific Beach, Brown Military Academy to be exact. That land is now a shopping center.
My folks meant well but it was very hurtful to us. Tom was 9 and I (the big brother) was 11. I’ll never forget the day they took us to the academy. It was a new world to two little boys who had never spent even one night away from our home, our room at the only place we were comfortable.
The first stop was the tailors where we were measured for what was to be a huge array of uniforms (a jolt in itself for boys used to a tee shirt and jeans). These uniforms were very warm and almost all wool. Tom developed a rash on his neck from the harsh wool and tightness of the shirt and tie.
That first night was tough. I was so homesick I wanted to cry but I held on so I could be “brave” for Tom. We were in different room on different floors of our barracks, I went up to see Tom that first night and found him crying. I talked with him and did my best to help him deal with what it was.
As I write this I find it not the kind of thing I like writing about but I think now at almost eighty-two I NEED to. Break!!
The routine was up at 6 (by bugle call), get showered, dressed in uniform of the day and standby for chow call. Food! Actually it was not like home but we got used to it and it nourished us for the days activities. We had to eat what was called “square meals”. That meant you sat at attention and ate means and ate without talking and moving the “eating arm” in precise military movement. When you were through you arranged the silverware in a pattern we were taught. Definitely not like home. Meals were not bad, sometimes downright good. We were brought to attention and marched back to our barracks.
We were what they called fulltime cadets, meaning we were there summers too. That was the best time. No school. We could use the pool anytime and it was class b uniforms (Kaki’s). Now this could have gotten both Tom and me in DEEP trouble. In those days the nearby hills were called “saddleback” due to the configuration of it’s profile. It was just raw land and we used to take our sleeping bags, a snack and a little water and climb up there to spend the night. Many cadets were at home so the officials assumed we were too.
Saddleback looked down on “Rose Canyon” and it’s local landmark the leaning chimney of the brickworks. It was a sight to see. When it was finally brought down years later San Diego lost a treasure.
Here is a pic from a locals blog: http://a7b9c5e.activerain.com/post/2065418/did-you-know-the-leaning-chimney-of-rose-canyon (Look carefully and see the men at the bottom of chimney for scale)
One time while we camped there a rattlesnake decided to sneak into my brothers sleeping bag. We saw the bag move so we were able to send him to rattlesnake heaven before he could mess one of us up real bad.
There are so many memories of the two years we spent there I hardly know what to share next.
The “Southern influence”. We had many of the wealthy Mexican families sons at Brown. It didn’t occur to me at the time but every one of them carried a high rank from day one of their arrival. I’m sure our folks didn’t have the funds to “buy” Tom and I such positions. One family was the Santana’s. They were cotton kings in Baja. Their son was a general as I recall. When Tom and I left Brown’s we were both still privates.
I had a small cheap AM radio and each weekday at 4:30 I listened to the Lone Ranger. It was an escape but it was entertainment. 5PM (1700) was chow time. Off to see what the day’s menu fare was.
It was the responsibility of the cadets to do all house cleaning (Room and barracks). No school personnel ever cleaned a single thing in our domain.
Once a month some cadets got to go home for the weekend. We got several such opportunities and the only downfall to those weekends was the return to the academy. We had a dog at home we missed and he missed us as well. It was great to see him on those leaves but so sad to leave him again. Topsy died while we were at school.
I remember payday allowances too. Some of the wealthy cadets got as much as five dollars monthly but Tom and I got 50 cents. A candy bar was a nickel and we had a PX where the candy was sold. Try as I did I could not get any more than 10 days out of my .50 cents.
There’s more but it occurs these are not happy memories and I didn’t intend to bring myself or my readers down, but I feel I am close to that line.
It was much later in life Mom learned how the two years felt to two boys. PS I have to add that on a few occasions Dad would sneak into the barracks in the evening and bring us a treat and have a little chat, it was great to see Dad.
A happy note. When later in life I enlisted in the military I was head and shoulders over the other recruits. I was not required to learn the manual of arms, marching commands and what they mean and dozens of other things being taught the “newbie” recruits. Don’t get me wrong as to our time at Brown; there were many good times too. Midget auto races, beach parties, watermelon feeds, and movies to mention only a few.
That was then and now is now but I just wanted to share.
Thank you, Jim! Always a pleasure to go back in time with you…. I’m saving it for reading later. 🙂
Thanks for sharing that story, Jim! I am very familiar with the Pacific/Mission Beach area, tho I only know the the park by the name of Belmont Park.
Born in San Diego, we went to Pacific Beach as a family every summer for many years. I still go back frequently, going in August, matter of fact.
It is good that you are able to speak of times that were not so happy for you as a child. Sounds like you were able to find the positive things in the experience, without negating how you felt as a child at the time
Thanks for sharing some of your childhood memories. Your classmates who achieved their rank by money are no different than the aristocrats in WWI who also were automatically officers. I can’t imagine being sent to boarding school. My dad would threaten my brother with military school if he got into bad trouble, but they were expensive, so that never happened. Also, the threat was always at the back of his mind. I’m sure it made him think twice more than once. Love & hugs. Hi Detta!
Hi Jim, Thanks for sharing your time and feelings in the military school. I can’t imagine the fear and anxiety you went through in the first few months. The only thing I know of Mission beach in Pacific Beach CA is a few times at the beach. My Brother in Law’s Mother owned an apt. right on the main street and they owned a liquor store across the street from their apt. He said the young boys would give adult men money to go buy them some beer. The adult men would take the money and go out the back door. After his mom passed away he sold the apt. for a few million dollars.
Jim, you’re such a great story teller. You really take us back. Thanks for sharing your precious memories – both the good ones and the difficult ones.
AZ Jim, we were separated from our parents by the government from six years old, first grade to high school and put in military style boarding schools. Bugle calls to line up perfectly straight to go to dining halls, inspections, etc. We cleaned and scrubbed our facilities i.e. dormitory, class rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, etc. The older kids did yard work, washing windows, etc. I was sent to Salem, Oregon from Wide Ruins, AZ for nine months. My parents were unable to visit. We were also separated from siblings to go into different boarding schools far from each other like California, Montana, Oklahoma, Utah, to name a few. I have bitter sweet memories of those boarding schools where we lost our language and culture. I had to learn those later in life. My daughter is now an accomplished weaver and speaks and understands Navajo well enough to get by. I have trouble still although I say I am fluent. I don’t weave well and can barely identify edible plants were use to eat. My daughter is better at this than I am. The difference is my daughter never went to boarding school and she was exposed to Navajo language and culture through our community center here in Phoenix. My daughter holds a master’s degree in GIS mapping, teaches weaving, holds lectures, and continues to study the many different facets of our culture. I am so glad Navajo children are no longer separated from their parents and sibling today.
I am too. It was a terrible thing our government did then. It is wonderful that your daughter has had the opportunity to learn her heritage.
I grew up in Oklahoma Rita, and married a man from the Creek nation. I am so sorry about the terrible things the government did (and are still doing) to Native Americans
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Oh,Jim, you know I love your stories, even this one with some sad memories. I can better understand how you became who you are after having read this story.You write so well that I can see two young boys in uniform, and feel the anguish of leaving home to be at the academy.
Even at a young age you were more concerned for your brother than for yourself the first night you were there. I’m not surprised, you are the same way today with Detta. What a wonderful person you are, friend. Thank you for sharing yourself with us.
Jim, that was a tough story to read so I’m sure it must have been tough on you and your little brother. I’ve always had a hard time understanding how parents send their children to boarding or military school, but I’m sure your parents thought at the time that they were doing the best thing for your family. It sounds as though you made the best of a difficult situation and I’m sure it helped bond you and your brother even closer than you might have been otherwise, and contributed to the caring man you are today.
Thank you for sharing your life story, Jim. You really should write it down sometime…for your kin and others too. I had a hard life in some ways…yet there are always others who had it so much harder, like you and your brother…and I admire you for making it through life…and mentally intact, in spite of the deprivations you had!! And it sounds like you had a good relationship with your parents in spite of their decision to put you in that boarding school. I do believe children really need their parents in MOST cases (I still am not sure I would not have been better off had my mom left my dad, and his abuse to us all). I for one, am oh so glad not to have to relive my life!! Even though things are not easy now…it is for a different reason…and it is just hard to have to work so hard physically, in helping our daughter…but it is something we want to do too. The latest is trying to HURRY and fix her REPO house she got, as that is all she could find in the area she felt she needed to be in due to the school setup for her son. Blessings and I hope you are at peace and happy to be where you are now in life!!
Thank you for sharing these memories, Jim.
Sending a hug your way…
Thank you for sharing, Jim. Sending you and Detta *hugs*.
What a cute story! Isn’t it just the little things that really make us so happy!! I am glad you finally got your pretty pink nightie!
Beautiful pics remind me it is cool and green somewhere now in July! Enjoy your Sunday. Your description of southwest supper sounds oh so yummy. Think I will use it as the model for own supper tonight. Thanks!
Oh those childhood memories. When I was 7 my grandmother give me a pair of “store bought’ panties for Christmas. They were so special because until then and for several years after my mom made all my underwear. They were nylon and probably gave me a rash but I still remember the joy of the “store bought”. Mom sewed quite well I remember having the cutest dresses with a matching hat and little purse at Easter of any little girl in the church. Some memories stay forever.
My mother also sewed our clothes (the girls, anyway). One special memory I have is a Christmas slumber party my girlfriend group had and we exchanged gifts and my mother made us all matching flannel nightgowns – 6 in all.
Thanks for the sweet memory jog.
I love your stories of the simple joys in life and that you treasured the dream of a pink nightie all these years – I am so happy that you treated yourself to such a “luxury” – we all have those simple dreams in our hearts 💕
Hi, Sue,
I love the way you are keeping us “in the know “ and sprinkling pictures of past adventures throughout the updates. I really enjoyed the cowboys. Have a great week.
Two days ago there was a breeze. I noted to myself it so reminded me of an Arizona summer. I live in Southern California….. “why”, you ask, “would it remind me of Arizona in the summer???” Because the temperatures have reached up to 101° in our backyard! We live NEAR THE BEACH!
The room I live in is an add-on – no insulation. My room got up to 90°! “Get out of the house & go do something cool” any sensible individual would say…. because it was so hot the night before, I got very little sleep. So I’m running on empty! The same goes for today! I’m just very fatigued to get out and DO ANYTHING!!
But, I’m quite quite content sitting here with my pups and sit in front of a portable A/C for little bursts at a time.
The temps will be dropping soon – and that will probably be our summer! It may be hot but it’s brief!
I just read a devastating BLOG. Barbara from “Me and My Dog…and My RV” had to put Katie down. I read so many BLOGS, watch so many VLOGS of people who travel with their pets. I just find it so heart-wrenching when one of us loses a soul-mate!!
But, on the other hand, I get so thrilled to see the healthy, happy ones romping & playing! I NEVER get enough of that!!
So on that note, i send my thanks for the update on Roger & Reggie!!! Take care & stay cool!!
Sue….that’s the photo…. Trail Ridge Boondock! That’s the one that sent me on my journey. Whew! My favorite photo. So perfect. Almost August:)
Hi, Janice,
That photo hasn’t ever been in my blog before. You’re thinking of a very similar (and better) photo at the link above (Boondock on Trail Ridge). Scroll down, 5th pic. 🙂
Yep! So glad to have connected back to that photo. Was fun to read that blog/day again.
So glad you finally have a pink nightie… simple pleasures.
And a very lovely nightie it is!
Visiting Grams house was darling. So glad you finally got your pink nightgown.
Wind up this way…so far no rain!
Precious childhood memory of your gandmother’s house and the nightgown. I remember my mom sewing our Easter dresses for us. I can still see her working so hard to provide something nice for us with almost no money at all. Such a sacrifice of her time, and a labor of love.
We just spent the better part of the week up in the Adirondacks. Those mountains feed my soul. Kept the internet to a minimum. So refreshing.
Climbed a couple of new mountains. The best was a climb up Castle Rock in Blue Mountain Lake, probably one of the best views I’ve seen, including the many high peaks we’ve done. The Lord sure did a great job on this planet of ours. I often think, he made it beautiful for our benefit, and to reflect His glory.
Back to the real world, tomorrow. We probably won’t be up north again for a couple of weeks. Summers are just too darned short!
Hope everyone had a Happy 4th of July. God Bless America!
I don’t think I’ll comment on nightgowns (grins).
The pictures are spectacular. Casita could use the header picture to sell Casitas. (I’ve said that before and it’s still true.) The first picture in the article would work for a tourism office. I never realized the Pagosa Springs area had that much green. Being me, I also especially liked the shots along the road. The one facing the PTV might be the best of all.
Pink–“The 1 for U”
Congrats on the nightie. What a sweet story, too!
Since I grew up poor, I’m now a hoarder haha. I refuse to throw stuff out that can be used again. I’ve gotten better over the years. Now I clean out my closet, empty the crates full of containers i.e. coffee cans and such, plastic bags. I read a blog this morning about a woman who retrieved a plastic grocery bag from Bashas while she traveled through Chinle, AZ. The plastic bag had southwest print with ‘Dine’ Market’ lettered on the bag. She wanted to save it because she thought it was unique. I smiled reading her blog because it reminded me of my sister who packed her Kentucky Fried Chicken bowl into luggage to bring home. I do stop hoarding at a certain point however I still have bags from New York when I went shopping there. I guess once a hoarder always a hoarder. I do try to control myself…LOL
💗 love your new pink nightie! I am really glad you let yourself purchase such a luxury! 😊
I would like to suggest one of my favorite posts as a reminder of you being in Nevada, soaking in your first hot spring and having the whole place to yourself. For some reason that is one of my very favorites!
Jim, Military School doesn’t sound like a lot of fun! You mean it wasn’t really a school with classes and homework or anything? You sound very well educated so you got your learning from somewhere! He!lo to Detta!💗
Hot and humid here, just sitting around in the cool AC watching TV! and reading about RV Sue and the boys. 😊. Y’all take care!
I don’t remember that incident but I am so glad you wrote it here. I am also glad that you indulged and got the perfect pink nightgown. It is the little things that make me feel so blessed and I have the feeling that is how you felt when you got your package.
Time is getting closer for Nancy’s arrival!!!! I know you are excited.
Love to you and the crew.
Isn’t it funny how one sibling remembers the tiniest things in detail and the other sibling does not. I guess you remember what is important to “you”. I often hear my children or niece’s tell me I did or said this or that and I do not remember it.
Both of those camps are wonderful. I enjoyed reading the posts about them, thank you, Sue, for the links. I also used the one to see your nightie, it’s beautiful! Pink, butterflies, lace, ruffles and ribbon, it’s altogether fit for a princess. No wonder you love it, I do, too.
What a lovely and sweet story about that time at your grandmother’s home. There is something so special about happy family memories. My grandmother knit mittens, slippers and a scarf for me when I was seven years old. She passed away the next year and I wore those until I outgrew them a few winters later. To this day I love handknit mittens and scarves. I bought some a few years ago and will use them for a long time to come.
Your burrito sounds delicious. What a good idea. I think I’ll make something similar for supper in a while.
I haven’t commented before. Started following you because I have a Casita which I travel in occasionally, but I am currently watching over my 91 year old mom. So, I traveled with you. 🙂 Also enjoying your current posts, however as you are settling into a home and just relaxing! Thank you for sharing with us!
You’re welcome, Lynn. I’m very glad you’re with us! Now you’re a blogorino.
God bless you for being a good daughter. 🙂
Welcome Lynn. Tell us where you are from as we share the “ride” along with Sue and the boys.
Welcome, Lynn! 🙂
Wow, great stories tonight from Sue, AZ Jim and Rita! Love this blog!
How sweet of Reggie to wake you up early so you could enjoy the feel of the new nightie even more – can’t feel it when you’re sleeping!! Delightful story. We’re never too old to enjoy a childhood dream.
Hi Sue!
Had a similar gown when I was a kid, mine was white and homemade but was comfy.
G’morning Sue,
Today is the day. I wonder if you woke up this early (4:45 am) and couldn’t fall back asleep? I’m pretty excited with anticipation ! I haven’t been commenting too much in the last few days as I’ve been naughty and used up pretty much all our data for the month. Now we are in a lovely hotel in Enis, TX and we have solid WiFi.
If any of the Blogerinos are in this area, I HIGHLY recommend this family owned, run, and maintained hotel. It’s simply lovely, clean as can be, with the nicest pool out back, green lawns, manicured gardens (which I was told, “Grandpa still works hard on those gardens himself”) a sweet, well shaded courtyard to sit in with a view of the sparkling pool, and the friendliest staff you ever met up front. It’s a modern version of they typical family motels of the 60’s. It’s called the Quality Inn, if anyone wonders. Right down the block from a handy Wal-Mart Supercenter. (Where we stocked up on TP another needed RV things last night).
We’ve driven over 2,300 miles to get this far! It’s been an awesome adventure thus far, and I can only imagine what it will be like from here on forward. 🙂 I’ll be letting you know, after we get under way with our Casita and have a chance to get used to towing her behind. I’m sure we’ll have many details to work out in the next few days! One of those details that haunts me is finding camps on our way to SD to get our driver’s licenses. We can’t boondock right away because I’m suffering in this heat “down here”. It’s quite a bit different than the PNW, that’s for sure. Needing electricity for the AC forces us to look to parks, and I’m finding reservations are necessary. We aren’t keen on reservations or being locked in, but I’m trying to go with the flow, knowing it won’t be like this for long. We have the senior lifetime pass, so hopefully that will help on fees some. We’ll figure it out I’m sure.
Cheers Sue, and friends! We’ll be in touch as we can. 🙂
Suzi, Larry, and Kitty.
Thanks for keeping in touch, Suzi. Many of us are excited and interested in your journey, your visit and orientation at the Casita factory, and the road beyond.
You may already know this, but I’ll mention it anyway. It isn’t necessary to go to SD for your drivers licenses right away. I picked up my Casita in mid-August 2011 and didn’t get my SD license until June of 2012. Of course, if your present licenses expire soon or this winter, then you need to go soon.
Have a wonderful day, Suzi, Larry, and Kitty! I have a feeling it will be! 🙂
Leave early. Drive 5 or 6 hours and aim to reach your destination around 12 or 1pm. Most RV parks have “extra” vacancies at that time of day, without making reservations. Have your “navigator” call ahead to see which RV park has a spot for you. We use RV Park Reviews.
I am so excited for you! That’s a lucky person who’s job it is to lead you to your new RV. The happiness and joy he sees on peoples faces must be the best part of his job. Like kids on Christmas morning! Happy, happy day to you and your new life. Hope it’s all you dreamed of. Keep us posted if you can find the time 😉
Suzicruzu…I am excited for you all! I hope your shakedown trip goes well, and wish you safe travels! Please do drop in to let us know how things are going. Whoo-Hoo!! 🙂
Great blog post – the comments and stories are always so enjoyable but this post especially so. It’s so interesting to learn about others stories and the storytelling from the blogorinos is so well done. Your nightie is beautiful Sue. It looks so feminine and comfortable all at the same time. Special note to Suzi, Larry and Kitty – congrats on your new Casita. By now you should have your first day in and I’m anxious to hear how your settling in process goes. Safe travels and above all, enjoy your new adventures.
GOOD MORNING, BLOGORINOS!
Thank you for your positive responses to this post. A special thank you to those who shared their own stories. You make this blog a special place!
More comments are welcome — from brief hellos to updates to stories. We’d love to hear from you!
Roofers are here this morning. Reg and Rog love having guys around. 🙂
Sue
What a great post! I always enjoy “getting away” for a bit from my everyday responsibilities. Dad and I are chugging along, getting the final things ready for hurricane season and shopping for house improvements that will make our little place into a veritable fortress in a storm. We are still picking up a luscious mango or two from our tree, ripe and big as softballs. I slice them up and stash them in the freezer, yum!
Thanks to all who shared stories. I am reminded of my Mom and all the things she sewed over the years. I am so glad she taught me the basics, and Dad taught me some other handy skills; like oil changes on the car,changing a flat tire and good decision making. He enjoys our local birds and has his own convo each morning as they come to our birdbath. Enjoy your day all.
I remember your summer in Colorado – I think those were some of the prettiest boondocks you’ve ever found.
Sue, you are such a tease! You tell us all about the new pink nightie but then you don’t model it for us? Surely with all your photographic skills, you’ve learned how to take a selfie!!??? I do love nighties too – there is something feminine and floaty about them. I don’t remember having pretty summer-weight nighties when I was growing up, but my mother always wore nighties (as opposed to pajamas), so I’m sure I probably did. I do remember getting a new flannel nightgown every Christmas and loving the coziness of it. As an adult, I tend to wear pajamas because they seem more practical – I can clean in them, pick up dog poop out in the back yard, run out to the mailbox, sit on the front porch with my morning coffee … but you’re making me think about ordering a pretty pastel nightie.
Was thinking the same thing…..WHERE’S THE PICTURE?!?!?!
No more photos of me. I don’t like being recognized when I’m out and about. The nightie is at the link I posted. Imagine a gorgeous 70-year-old woman wearing it. ha!
Sue, I hope you enjoy that wonderful nightgown…and that it is VERY soft and cool for those hot summer nights!! I am apt to spend as much on nightgowns as other clothes…well, we should sleep at least a third of our lives right? I seldom do…but it would be better. I know how you feel…we are now in the time of life, if we can afford to do so, we want a few nice things. My thing too is sheets…we have the most expensive ones now we have ever had!! Growing up and in our other parts of life, we were ok.
Good sheets are important to me, too, Elizabeth. Especially if I’ve been able to hang them out on the line to dry. Heaven.
Hi, Sue,
That is a pretty nightgown! I hope it is comfortable! I have several cotton lawn gowns that are heavenly! I don’t mind that they come out of the dryer slightly wrinkled. No way am I going to iron them, just to go to bed for them to get wrinkled again! 🙂
I enjoyed your story and the memories that some blogorinos shared. 🙂
Sending you, Reggie, and Roger lots of love and hugs from me and Gracie pup! 🙂 N’nite!
P.S. – If you see more baby supplies on your report, chances are good that my sister and brother in law placed the order. This past weekend they ordered a baby bottle sanitizer among other things. 🙂
Good morning, Denise!
Yes, I see the baby bottle sanitizer and I send another thank you to your sister and BIL! Whenever I see a baby item on an orders list, I think of your little babies. 🙂
My nightie is comfortable. I love 100 percent cotton.
They will be so glad that their orders came thru for you! 🙂
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To the blogorinos that have treated themselves to some nice sheets…what brand did you purchase? What is the thread count? Are you pleased with the way they launder? Thank you for the information! 🙂
Last Fall, a high end home decor store went out of business and had some great closing sales. I picked up a set of flannel sheets that are so soft, barely pill, and are very smooth to the touch. They must be a higher thread count. I had never experienced such comfy sheets.