Thursday, January 31, 2008


Hubby spends a lot of time in his workshop. He has built a lot of things for our home down there and enjoyed every minutes of it. His favorite thing is making Windsor chairs, because of our interest in the 18th Century. That was the century we declaired our independence from England. (Sorry Pastor--he's English, you know.)

Hubby is working on a Philadelphia fanback with arms at the present time. I don't have a clue where we are going to put this chair when he finishes it, because we are presently housing four bow back Windsors around our kitchen table, four more bow back Windsors scattered all over the house and the first bow back Windsor he made a John C. Campbell Folk School is gracing our foyer. So, does any body want to buy four bow back Windsor chairs? All the spindles of these chairs are made from oak trees he actually cut with his own hands, the legs are maple and the seats are white pine. All have antique finishes, except for the first one, which he painted green. GREEN!? Yes, the first Windsor chairs were actually 18th Century lawn chairs. They were mostly used outside and they were all painted.

He has watched Norm Abrham's video on making a Windsor chair so many times I think I could make a chair myself. I'm positive I can put the finish on it, because that is part of the video.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Living Proof

This is living proof it does snow in the south. This was taken Saturday morning about an hour after it started snowing. It snowed all day long. The temperature dropped after it started snowing, but it did go up a bit, so the snow did melt. If it had not melted we probably would have had about 3 inches, that's a good bit of snow for us--just south of Atlanta. This is looking out our front door. Then it finally stopped, the winds came and the temperatures dropped to 20 degrees on Sunday morning. Church was delayed until 3:30 p.m. The delay was really unnecessary because the wind dried all the roads, thank the Lord!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Please check out the link to Living in Grace. Kelli desperately needs a kidney. She is a young woman with teenagers that need their mother.

Sunday, January 13, 2008


Oscar's favorite place to sleep is between us, under the covers. We turn our heat back at night, so it gets really cold in our house. I had a sleepless night and had been tossing and turning all night, I don't think I ever went to sleep. A few minutes after 4:00 a.m. Oscar jumps straight up and runs into the den. I thought he might want out, but he was running all over the den, just crazy like. I thought he was having some kind of a spell. He then ran into the kitchen. I followed him. He was darting around the island looking up, then back into the den. I turned on a lamp, but he was still darting around crazy, back into the kitchen he dashed. I turned on the light in there. There was something FLYING AROUND IN MY KITCHEN. I pulled the door closed with Oscar still in there. I ran to to bedroom and yelled to Hubby, "THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE HOUSE!" He was in a deep sleep so it took him a few seconds to comprehend what I had said. I realized he might think SOMEBODY was in the house, so I was a bit more specific, "THERE'S SOMETHING FLYING AROUND AND I THINK IT'S A BAT!" Hubby asked, "where is it now?" I replied I had closed Oscar up in the kitchen with the flying object. Hubby darted into the kitchen, pulling the door closed and dashed to the back door, opened it and the BAT flew out the back door.

After this little episode I sure couldn't sleep, so I stretched out on the sofa and read until about 5:30 a.m. The alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. I sure hope I sleep tonight.

I think an investigation into the attic might be appropriate to see if bats are getting through the air vents in the gables of the house or maybe in around the attic fan. There have been squirrels that have nested under the cover of that attic fan in the past, so tomorrow a look at the attic will be in order. We had bats in the air vents in Hubby's work shop, but he smoked them out with his beekeeper smoker and they have never returned.

I was so thankful for our little Oscar Snuggles, he certainly saved the night for us. OSCAR SNUGGLES, KING OF TIDEWATER! I wonder if that bat was flying around in the bedroom?!!!!! Oh my goodness!