We recently did a big re-do in Ali's room -- punching through the ceiling to reclaim some of the nice, roomy attic space -- and she's been busy settling in and decorating. She bought a new bedside candle lamp, but the plain jane, white shade didn't cut the mustard. Y'all know what an 18-yo does with a discarded lampshade, don't you? She leaves it on the kitchen table, of course. And you know what I did with it? Plopped it on one of the six, never-before-shaded light bulbs in the chandelier that illuminates said table.
It didn't take long on Friday for my sister to comment on that, of course.
So on Saturday, while making our way through the first of my little town's two, annual, city-wide rummage sales, when my sister found a mini lampshade for $1.00, we had to buy it. It didn't matter that it was maroon plaid with loopy things around the bottom. We had a new-found mission -- and won't it be funny? who will notice/comment first? -- to find shades for that fixture. When we found the second -- this time for $.75 -- in blue plaid, well, we were on a roll, baby. We scoured the tables at every sale we could, 'til all the garage doors finally came down, but were only able to come up with two more (still well within our budget of $5 total).
There happened to be one burnt out bulb in the bunch that I'd neglected to change. Suddenly, with lampshades on all the rest, I couldn't stand the glare of a bare bulb! I arranged all the shades in a pleasing manner and then put the burnt out bulb in the unshaded socket.
So, now, what do you think? What did my mother notice? Did she comment on the mismatched shades? Did she comment on the clean, sparkly beads (formerly quite dusty) that decorated the fixture? Did she comment on the fact that there were only five shades on a six-light fixture? Or did she make a comment about the one burnt out light bulb? ; )
Turns out that the light, with shades on the bulbs, is very, very different above, below and around that table -- and I really rather like it!
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A few months ago, I was I was clucking like a lunatic as Katie made ready for her departure overseas. She was only going to be gone for a few months, but it was the first time she'd flown so far away -- so very, very far. And, as y'all told me, it was over before I knew it and she had a great time and I survived and now she's home. Celia was clucking right along with me then, and now she's got reason to do it again. I've been thinking about her and these situations and our kids almost constantly these past couple of days.
Things with mine aren't really going the way I always thought they would -- and what's going on today is different, even, than what was going on last month. Plans have changed and I'm not sure how I feel about them, they lead me to doubt how I'm handling things -- but, also, what's to handle, what in the world would I do differently?
At this point in time, I always thought I'd have two of three daughters in college -- one well on her way to whatever degree, the other concluding her first year. In reality, at this point in time, I have zero of three daughters in college and none enrolled for fall, either, as Katie has doubts about her major, doubts about where she wants to go, doubts about what she wants to do, so she gave up her spot. They're working, but neither one is going to last long at mind-numbing labor, even if the pay is good. (Yesterday, Katie was affixing labels on packages -- many labels, many packages; in an effort to stay awake and spice things up, she was crossing her eyes and seeing if she could still get the label in the right spot!) Sounds like we're all a little doubtful. I know they'll figure it out. I hope they'll figure it out. It's too expensive to be floundering around at school trying to figure it out, I guess, trying to determine which of your credits might count toward whatever -- something different. It just isn't going at all as I thought it would.
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In other news, and on a lighter note, the weather was surprisingly nice for most of the day yesterday -- sunny, warm, dry. Today, there's more precipitation in the air, but I think the weather pattern we've been stuck in is starting to change. I took the camera with me while I did a garden check, pulled some dandelions (most of them came out with very little resistance), and things have been changing out there! This is my Sum and Substance hosta, living up to its name this year, making my heart flutter. I think this is its third year coming up in my garden -- it gets a little bigger and more established every year. My shoe (you know the one) is at the bottom of the picture for scale -- and there's still a lot of time to grow!