Too bad Chip and Joanna Gaines decided to fold up their tent and discontinue the popular “Fixer Upper” TV show.
I liked their show–even though I know a lot of it was staged drama. Just hammering nails and ripping out old boards would not have been interesting.
What I’m wondering about is the lasting effect after they’re gone? They inspired so many people to install barn door track and ship lap inside their homes.
Not that I have anything thing against either of these things. Everything looks good in its place. Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but many imitators get carried away to the point of mockery.
Why cover an expensive full-sized oil painting with sliding cross buck barn doors when the artist intended for it to be seen? Ship lap is fine on an accent wall, but not on every wall, in every room. I still think barn door, sliding tracks are best for real barn doors–as they were intended. These fads will fade away like the others before, and the ones to come.
Although, I’m somewhat shocked at the renewed popularity of wallpaper. Wasn’t that trend over after the shockingly garish flocked, and foil wallpapers of the seventies? However, I am and have always been a fan of pocket doors.
The only thing that changed more than the weather, was the way people changed their minds
Fair-weather walkers, joggers, vowed not to return till next spring.
Wild kingdom: A baby raccoon appeared outside the front window of the YMCA one morning. He ran back-and-forth in the shrubbery, desperate to escape from staff members.
Do you recall being distracted by birds, animals outside public school classroom windows? I confess, to being easily distracted.
My two dogs and myself nearly stepped on a large water moccasin, early one morning. It was still dark and the temperature was in the low 40’s.
It seemed to me, growing up in a rural farming community, that form always took a back seat to function when it came to home repairs–especially external ones.
Have you experienced the sensation while waiting for a train, at night, that your car was moving forward, or sideways? You’re temporarily hypnotized–foot firmly planted on the brake pedal. Or when driving late at night, the sensation, that the road disappeared over the next hill?
Scientific terminology for these sensations escapes me at the moment. I attributed these things to driving while fatigued.
While away last week, driving at night, a car pulled alongside. “Your taillights aren’t working. The brake and turn signals were OK.”
Return trip delayed one day, and an unexpected trip to the auto repair shop. Everything covered by warranty.
As was often the case, no problems were found at the auto shop. The service advisor and myself concluded, that an automatic light control switch had been inadvertently turned off.
Who/what was to blame? Speculation would be pointless. There’s enough incompetence to go around.
After this post-Thanksgiving verbal meandering, I would offer the following words of advice.
When visiting grandma and grandpa’s house, please return electronic devices to their original settings–that includes automobiles. Thanks in advance for your cooperation.
Shouted out, in
Bold, black script
Without, nagging complexity
No ethical considerations
Either, On, or off
In one fluid motion
For better or worse
All sales were final
Can’t run away from troubles
But, you’d like to try
My train of thought derailed
Maybe it was on the wrong track?
Extremists took advantage
Of bad situations
Somebody’s bound to do it
They always did
No concept of time
They’ve no place to go
Don’t depend on anybody else
Do what you know is right
Don’t let the bad guys win!
How long will this go on?
Nobody knew for sure
No need to name them all–except to say, electronic gadgets played a large part.
What happened to, take your time–don’t hurry?
Lest I stray away from the subject, back to the aforementioned toothless vacuum cleaner saga; that nobody wants to hear about–it’s the last day of July.
That means fall is approaching with cooler days and nights.
Oh, the mischief I could get into, were I more technologically adept.
It’s just as well. North ends of southbound horses? Offenders wouldn’t get the message. They’d prefer to display their ignorance on social media forums. It would be a complete waste of time.
My mouth has gotten me in plenty of trouble, without the assistance of electronics. It’s a good thing I’m older and wiser. At least, I’d like to think so.