My sweet Dad was stationed in the Air Force in Texas during World War 2. Now, he is in heaven playing a round of golf wearing his plaid pants and paisley shirt. For as long as I can remember he had this ammunition box, which hubby Steve says is from the Korean War based on the markings. I have no idea where Dad got it. See the Wikipedia description below.
When we moved from Massachusetts to North Carolina, Dad’s box hung in his little workshop, stuffed with tools and gizmos.
Flash forward to 2021, 30 years after Dad passed away. Purging all kinds of stuff from the attic recently, I uncovered the ammo box. Finding it was like a jolt of sweet goodness for me. I could swear it smelled like Dad’s pipe and aftershave.
Last week North Carolina was drenched with hurricane rains. Normally, my go-to on dreary days is a snuggle with a steaming cup of coffee and a good book. On that day I surprised myself and opted for a photo editing session on PicMonkey.com. I have been planning to create and frame kitty portraits of our three felines for ages, but life kept getting in the way. Or so I was telling myself.
If you’ve been reading along here on my newest blog journey, you know that we live in an updated 1977 ranch home. We’ve lived here for 30 years, and contractor hubby Steve and I have made some amazing changes in some rooms, and not so much in others. Take our master bath. We could have turned its miniscule self, with no window or special features, into a closet. Then we could have broken through the wall to the nearby small fifth bedroom to create a fancy bathroom with all of the amenities everyone on Pinterest seems to have. But no. We did not.
Yes, our guest bedroom is the primary residence of our 15-year-old rescue kitty Julie, AKA Buggy Buggerson. She has self-quarantined to this comfort zone for a couple of years. Hubby and I have been empty-nesters for ages and we rarely have overnight company but, on occasion, Buggy will allow her favorite guests to invade her territory.
We have quite an unusual 1970s brick ranch home that features a deep courtyard entry. In summer, enormous bright chartreuse hostas take over the shady side of the area. Naturally, it just made sense to my color-loving brain to paint the front door the same shade of green.