Author Archives: mark-diane

Black Forest, Colorado will always be a special place among the many locations that Diane and I have visited and lived in; and to me, Colorado and Summer thunderstorms are synonymous:

So much to do. So much done. What next to tackle? Wandered through the dining room and pulled a few pieces from the china cabinet.  The office is painted and I have no idea what to put in there.  Nothing?  … Continue reading →

Life is good. One more room to paint, but it will have to wait. Today, I felt fall in the air for a millisecond.  

When my partner has surgery, it slows me down!  Surgery is now over.  Bone spur removed, tear sewn-up, and shredded tendon gone.  Healing is taking place and going well.  Phew! After surgery, I realized he needed a t.v. tray, a … Continue reading →

I felt like crap today.  So what?  There are things waiting to be done and the big guy is scheduled for surgery in the morning.  We bought a gallon of Kilz.  It’ll cover anything, right? Well, apparently not.  The blue … Continue reading →

Today, we sold a few pieces of furniture.  Made a small dent. Got the office moved and set-up.  Got another room cleared out and painting will commence tomorrow.  The cats lost their favorite high beds perched on three shelves in … Continue reading →

Thursday I took load #13 to school.  Art supplies that needed to be there and not here. Friday, I attempted to take load #14 to the Goodwill pick-up center.  They freaking turned me away!  They were full-up!  Said they have … Continue reading →

I get rid of stuff and it is liberating.  I look around.  I peer closely into the corners and nooks.  What surprises me?  What shames me? Here is my new day.  Have coffee on my deck, looking out into primordial … Continue reading →

I am beat. Started early this morning with the intention of filling the truck with a load to take over to school.  Well, I got close to the goal, but along the way there were thrift store items to stow … Continue reading →

I am sure there are people out there who could take 12 truckloads of “stuff” to thrift stores and their homes would be empty.  Not so here.  Load #12 went out the door today.  It was a difficult one to … Continue reading →