The New Kitchen Floor

About 30 years ago a very good friend of mine gave me a partial container of imported Italian tile. My intention was to put it on the kitchen floor. MeMa loves her old farm style kitchen with its old cabinets. So personal feelings aside I will never suggest that they make new ones that look just like hers. 

The first time it was decided that it was time to replace the floor I started pulling out the boxes of Italian tile. MeMa suggested I install this nice vinyl she picked out. So I pushed the boxes of “imported Italian tile “ back into storage. I have never laid vinyl before. I have however laid tile,  just not in the kitchen. I started by making a paper pattern of the entire kitchen floor. I then laid the vinyl on the garage floor. I recruited my youngest son, he was going to learn how to lay a vinyl floor.  I just didn’t tell him that his father was in a complete fog. We then laid the paper pattern on the vinyl and cut happily away with our box cutters. We then spread the glue on the kitchen sub floor, hauled the new vinyl into the kitchen. Hauled it back out, turned it around so the correct end of the vinyl was at the entrance. We laid the vinyl down as we stepped into the kitchen pressing it in place on the sticky glue. We used a wooden dowel to push out the bubbles as we laid the single piece of vinyl and after exiting the other end of the kitchen we stood up and admired our handiwork.

   

A couple of days later MeMa was making popcorn on the stove, she left the kitchen just long enough for the pot to catch on fire. When she returned she panicked, instead of smothering the flames she grabbed the pot and  threw it across the room to the sink. Molten metal fanned out leaving burn marks were it landed.
I made a feeble suggestion that "imported Italian tile" would look great, and it doesn't burn. MeMa tossed a long area rug down, stood back and said “done”. And that’s the way it remained for the last fifteen years.
A good friends son passed after a rough battle with leukemia and she asked if we could organize a memorial here at Menagerie Manor in June. So once again the kitchen floor was back up for discussion. I was taking care of my brother in Phoenix at the time so when the discussion started it was on the phone. I brought up the fine "Imported Italian tile" squirreled away in garage. MeMa ended the discussion with "I've picked out the floor I want, you will see it when you return."

This is Shawn, the floor guy, he did a wonderful job installing the new floor. It's not imported Italian tile but heck, I didn't have to install it. Burnished oak looks great, good job Shawn the floor guy.

I loaded my "imported Italian tile" into the trailer and donated it to Habitat for Humanity, they were thrilled to receive it.

Doing My Part To Save The Human Race

“Without them the human race would not survive”. That was the mantra of the bee keeping class I attended a couple of years ago. I was all set to get a nice bar hive and get busy doing my part to save the human race. That was the same time the big "C" word crept its ugly head into my life, surgery and then the waiting game forced me to make decisions about my busy life. I had no doubt that I would survive but it still makes one rethink their priorities. I have my work cut out for me in the gardens and and the maintenance of Menagerie Manor itself. At 102 the old girl has to be watched for bits and pieces that might sag with age. So with all that the idea of raising honey bees was pushed aside. Also our local government requires permits and the hive cannot interfere with the safety of neighbors. As much as I enjoy raising the fur on the "Crazy Cat Lady" I just don't need those battles this late in my life.

Then just the other afternoon while doing some unnecessary shopping at Costco I stumbled on this little gem, it is a Mason bee box. Mason bees are not hive builders and no honey harvesting involved. They lay their eggs in tubes and then pack the end with mud. The larva hibernate till spring and then the tiny new bees emerge and are off to pollinate.

There are many different Mason Bee boxes available, but this one is the largest and most inexpensive one that I have seen, and anyone can have one no matter the size of garden. Mason bees are harmless little bees that can be handled without being stung. 

Up And Running

It has been the better part of two years that I have not been able to use blogger consistently. I could not make comments on blogs that I followed. Once in a while I would get a free pass and be able to comment for a short while, then the blogger devil would catch up and shut down my privileges.

Before retiring when I had a tech problem I just called the help center and within 15 minutes the problem went away. Here at Menagerie Manor we only have Apple  products and no help center. We have two ancient desk top computers, a laptop Pro, two iPads and our iPhones.  When I had tried everything to personally get Blogger to work to no avail I took my queries to the Apple folks but still the problems persisted. When I am constantly defeated like this I basically ignore them and move on to some other project. MeMa makes it a policy to never ignore the elephant in the room. The other night we were sitting by the fire talking and I mentioned my blog and told her that I missed it and wished I could get it to work. She said that she wondered why I had not been posting anything. The next morning we went to our local computer store and told them we had a house full of Apple computers that could no longer be updated and that our printer had given up as well. Several hours later we returned home with a new printer and a new MacBook Air. We left the establishment with the assurance that even novices as ourselves could get these up and running in a jif. I didn't know that MeMa knew all those swear words and that's when we called the Geeks.

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One hour and my blog is working, the printer works from laptop to iPad to iPhone. MeMa had a full page of problems and queries that were all addressed. 
Thank you Geek Squad.

Waiting For Spring

Today we had more snow and then rain and then more snow. We are supposed to get more snow tomorrow but the temperatures have been fluctuating so much I believe the snow will disappear quickly. Yard work has been kept to the minimum, in fact today’s foray into the garden was to fill the bird feeders. I keep hummingbird feeders on the front porch so they can feed without being distracted by the seed eaters.

I intended on getting a photo of the seed eaters gorging happily in the back gardens. But the “Crazy Cat Lady” has stopped feeding the squirrels, so they came into our garden and knocked my feeders to the ground. So I took a few photos of what blooms even with the snow.

Camellia sasanqua “Yuletide”

Daphnia odora 

The diminutive hardy Cyclamen 

A Well Timed Gift

Todays mail delivery brought a wonderful gift that MeMa and I will cherish for many years. Joanne Noragon from Cup On The Bus contacted me through e-mail concerned with my absence from the blogging world. She also asked if we would like to receive a gift of her beautiful hand made towels. We received them in todays post and they are truly beautiful. Thank you Joanne you are very sweet and we shall cherish them. For some reason I am unable to post comments on any of the blogs I follow so I hope you Joanne reads this, I tried several times to comment but nothing.

Oh well, regardless of my computer problems life is pushing on. My 86 years young father had a knee replacement and I had been driving him to his physical therapy appointments. They call him Superman because he is so far ahead of any patient recovering from the same surgery. He is walking without “that damn cane” and he is now driving himself to his appointments. Two weeks ago we received a call that my twin brother collapsed at work and was in intensive care at the Phoenix hospital. MeMa purchased tickets for me and by the following afternoon I was walking into the hospital. I spent two weeks getting things done around my brothers house and garden. He has acute asthma and COPD. I came home to snow and ice and the sad news that a good friend of ours needed our help with her son who had been fighting a very rare form of leukemia. Unfortunately the treatment had failed and wanted to spend his last days at home surrounded by family and friends. MeMa and I were asked to be legal witness for the signing of his will. He was very weak but the job was done and three days later he had passed.

So dearest Joanne Noragon the arrival of your very beautiful gift brought joy to our day and we thank you very much.