On What’s That I Smell? Or ‘Mother of Corpse Bride’:

Now, you don’t have to be Goth to find the smell of rotting corpse alluring. And, if you don’t get too close that it is over powering, there is something almost pleasant about it. Like skunk on the wind has a pleasant muskiness to it.

I went out to take down the dry laundry hanging on the clothes line this afternoon before I finished packing for the wedding. Some things were just washed and others were only being aired. The air was thick with heat, humidity and…. death.

Now, on any other occasion I wouldn’t mind smelling slightly of rot. And on the good side, this was reptile rot which has a sweeter and slightly spicy aroma to it. BUT, THIS IS MY DAUGHTERS WEDDING I’M GOING TO.

I had a mild panic attack and then being to pack the clothing because I don’t have another option at this time. I couldn’t pack wet clothing even if I knew it was going to sit in the odor of rot all day. My concern is that once the smell of corpse rot gets into something it is almost impossible to get it out again. Even Fabreeze doesn’t work on the smell of death rot. I don’t have the time to get another wedding weekends worth of clothing matching the wedding colors ready all over again and the rest of my clothing is gothic and not allowed at the wedding.

Mountain Man put the dead snapping turtle out in the woods so he could retrieve the shell when the rest of it had rotted away. He moved it farther from the house, but the ground itself still smells where it had been rotting for the last few days. My trouble is the wind changed direction shortly after I hung the laundry and the worst of the odor was waifting over my clothes line for most of the day.

So, if you come near the wedding of my Princess Daughter and her Prince Charming and you smell something kind of like death, it’s the mother of the bride. I’ll be the one with Ode D’ Corpse perfume. ‘Mother of Corpse Bride.’

Do you think I have time to pack my black lipstick after all? Any ideas would be helpful.

On Modem Mayhem:

Well my computer 'Rubert' is not cooperating and now I have 'Gladys' the notebook all hooked up and ready to go. I had my blog all written and spent hours trying to get on line yesterday. (Modem trouble again.) Then I had to get a disk to make her able to hook up and that was the hold up, but here I am.

Yesterday I was all good weepy. I cried at the drop of a hat, even with the smiles. Good or bad I cried. Too full of happy and it was over flowing I guess.

Today I was fine and I'm starting to work a little, a very little, with my hand again. A little knitting and crafting. I'm resting it again now.

The other day a toad kept on coming around and sitting just outside my bedroom door. He likes the cool of the little patio there I think. A nice little bit of company while I listen to music and wait for my hand to heal.

I've been thinking about my son a lot. Wishing he was here to be part of his sisters wedding. I see him standing in the back, smiling, wishing her his best with all his big heart.

I think for the wedding I'll just pretend that is just where he is. Standing in the back being his big teddy bear self smiling and wishing them the best.

On What Else Was Going On (While I Was Not Blogging), Part 1:

We had a visitor to the pond. Mountain Man went down to the pond one day to feed the fish and noted that there weren’t as many fish as a few days before. As he was feeding them something came up from the bottom and started eating the food he had put in the pond for the fish.
















This was the snapping turtle, and a nasty piece of work he was too. Mountain Man had to kill it because it was going after him and Lady Long, the dog. We don’t know where it came from, but we are hoping no more come along.

Lady Short is still alive. For how long I do not know. She sleeps and coughs, but does little else.

I’ve been too busy to work on loosing much more weight. It takes time to exercise. Though I did start doing the Wii again, now that my thumb is laid up. Funny how I never ‘don’t’ find the time to eat too much.

We’ve been picking blueberries and canning them now. The Raspberries are all done and for that, I am sorry. I didn’t get to make jam and can any of them. We just didn’t get enough this year from our berry patch.

The garden is a Hodge-Podge of plants that did and didn’t like the cooler wetter weather we had this year. We had a very bad year for tomatoes. The peas, carrots and melons were eaten before they got a chance to come up more then an inch. The potatoes and corn have a must/smut on them. But the beets and lettuce have been happy and the cucumbers are growing in pots. The others, like the beans, are holding their own for now.

More tomorrow.

On Now I Did It, But I‘m Happy:

Well, here I sit in a forced rest from all my labors. I type one fingered on the wrong hand, of course. I sprained my thumb and hand making beaded head pieces for the wedding. The picture is of only one of the versions I made and sent pictures to my daughter. The wedding is less then two weeks away and we were still finding a head piece that she likes.

She has picked one out (I am not putting that picture here so all can be surprised at the wedding) and it is being overnighted to her so she has it for the hair dresser to do the practice hair-do for the wedding.

There is still much to do, but I am out of commission. One of my tops is not done being sewn and beaded, the other is still on the knitting needles. There is still a table with undone decorations to be crafted together and I have forty pounds to loose.

Packing must still be done and there are far too many things needed to be put into the car for the trip to leave room for us to get into it also.

But all that aside, I am happy. I tear up at the thought of her going down the isle. You can’t wipe the smile from my face. My cheeks hurt from all the smiling I do for not one reason at all. With the exception of my baby getting married that is.

The head piece in the picture, that I call ‘Star Dust’ is sitting on my head and I smile like a fool. The Princess Daughter is happily getting married to the man she loves. And I get to be mother of the bride. Who cares that I can use my hand. We’ll get through this. And all I will remember is being happy for her/them.

On I Blinked:

I only just blinked! I blinked and another week got by me. I tried to sit and turn on the computer, but I had beading to do and sewing also. There were the crafts we were making to save money by doing ourselves.

I blinked.

I miss you my friends.

I'll try not to blink again.

On Here But Very Busy:

I’m here but ever so busy. I’ve been having migraine head aches again and I’ve still so much to do before the wedding. Who knew that wedding took so much time and energy to pull off.

I’ll writer when I can but I can’t say how often. I haven’t been on the computer for days before this.

I hope all is well with all of you and plan to resume posting regularly by September.

On Lavender and Lace:

Sorry, I got lost this morning in the garden. I started to pick Raspberries for my breakfast and then I started to weed in the flowers. I have been neglecting my non-food gardening. The Day Lily’s have Jewel Weed growing as high as they are.















Some things are doing better. The Pee Gee Hydrangeas are starting to blossom. But they are on the lawn and Mountain Man has been keeping most of the weeds away with the mower. The weeds that have yet to be pulled at the base.




























These two, I don’t know their name, has hundreds of honey bees humming away on it’s many blossoms all day long.




























My lavender is over run with weeds. So much so, I had trouble finding the lavender at all. My lavender patch this year is all new plants. My older plants died in a bad winter that split the stems. I moved the patch to the side of the house so the freeze and frost won’t bother the plants as much.

I’m a lavender and lace lady. Lavender oil is my scent of choice and I use lavender all over the house. I store my linens with lavender between the sheets. I have bowls of the dried flowers as room fresheners. I use lavender salts in my bath, lavender soap and lavender shampoo.

My crop of flowers are as low and slow as the veggies in this wet, cool and rainy year. Today I weeded. Now I have top get back to sewing the lace on the things for the wedding.