daily living,

a midlife chuckle

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hide and seek

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This picture was taken standing in the foyer looking into the bedroom hallway of the house.

What I want to show you is the piece hanging there above the bookcase. I don’t even know what to call it. Maybe wooden scary thing?

I bought it years ago at a local art show – the two figures in it are balanced and when nudged, they rock back and forth. It actually took a wee bit of timing to get them both popping their heads out at the same time for the picture below.

I was supposed to be doing some Christmas shopping when I saw it.  I fell in love  instantly and broke my piggy bank to buy it.  I also called Mr. Boar and brokered a deal where it was a Christmas/birthday combo present.

I like to hear what other people have to say about wooden scary thing – most don’t like it at all (it’s too dark, it’s too creepy, it’s too big) or if they do, they don’t feel as passionately about it as I do – except one.  And I’m sure you can guess who it is!

whaddya think this means?

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The other day, Vicki and I were talking about gardening and I mentioned that years ago I planted a rhubarb. It is something of an heirloom plant – my grandmother always had rhubarb in her yard and would make pies, ice cream topping sauce and some kind of tart/sweet side dish (on the order of applesauce). It is also perennial so even though I really don’t harvest it, it comes back every spring and I get not only all the happy memories, but also the notion that I am a gardener. Although I threw in that trowel years ago.

So it turns out that Vicki shares a similar rhubarb sentiment and I offered to split some off and send it to her. Well, this is what I saw. I really don’t remember this happening in years past, but with the way my mind is these days, who the hell knows?


My rhubarb flowered!