You might not think so to look at these images, but it has order. Books are divided by genre and alphabetical by author's last name. A comfort to a librarian. But it is also marvelously jumbled, which appeals to my pack rat side.
Bad art is tucked everywhere...
on the walls, on top of shelves. I like the "DEVIL GIRL" lunch box. Hey... know anyone who wants an "Instant Baby" ?
Nice over-sized post cards. Love the one of Nancy Sinatra with her poofy hair. ha!
I might have a thing or two on this wall... naw. But I could. Maybe this summer for a hoot. They let you sell bad art for free!
Here's a thought. Do you need a commie mustache and beard?
Care for Pirate Mints, Commie Mints, or a tin of "I'm Not Candy" ?
I had to pick up a couple of Jesuses for Squeaky... he collects them. This one is the Deluxe Jesus with 5 loves, 2 fish and a ewer for changing water into wine with a bonus... hands that glow in the dark! (For no apparent reason!) He is the "Miracle Action Figure."
This Jesus has "Poseable Arms and Gliding Action" for walking on water.
They come with Bible verses on the back. I like "If the blind lead the blind, both shall fall in the ditch." Mathew 15:14 Sage words. I have fallen in ditches. Wish I'd known that then. Annie and I were both pretty blind and as I recall, there was a good deal of laughing.
As an added bonus, as I left and looked across the street... I finally found somewhere to catch a fricking game! It seems that I am not alone in my obsession with the best boys... Boston Red Sox. Who would have thought... in Oregon? And I can drown my sorrows if they don't win... or belly up to celebrate. Don't worry... the Bear lives close by and will play taxi.
Well, I made it through the funeral and home again. Baby Mikey kept grandma occupied... something I greatly appreciated. I saw his relatives that I had not seen in maybe 30 years.
The scary thing was how much we had all aged. Yikes. I kept thinking if they look like that... oh dear, what do I look like? Hey, vanity is a problem for me. Okay? They dont have a twelve step program for that. I just have to live with it.
People stood up and said things. I did not.
Afterward we all stood around. You know how that happens. You gab. There was some uncomfortable talk about my butt... how much smaller it is now. Well gee whiz... thanks... I guess. No one talked about bank robbery. That was good. I met my great niece, S and fell in love! The most darling child on the planet for sure. She is baby Mikey's age and together they gave me a run for my money trying to keep them still and quiet.
In the end, I was so grateful to come home. My house in a box is not much of a house. In dire need of repairs which I will get to this summer myself. But it is quiet and safe. There are no nutty relatives of his here. Those at the funeral will leave tomorrow morning and once again my town will be safe to walk the streets. My own crazy relatives that I was avoiding have left. Yeah!
