Pause……


The last couple of months have been full. 
We have been back in full renovation mode working on the carport.

Steve works all day.  

My job is to take care of our home and the people who live there. 

Eat Dinner 

Work on the renovation until dark 

Wash, Rinse, Repeat

There are no regrets however we get tired. 

I can take breaks since my job does not require a boss and expectations. 

But Steve? Not so much. He’s a mover and a shaker. I’ve always known that the only way to get him to stop is to get him out of town. So at least 3 times a year, that’s what we do. 

We pause. 

Even if only for a few days. 

There is a work weekend every summer around this time that is a must attend

Beautiful hotel with a room overlooking the ocean. No complaints here.


But when the weekend is over it’s time to go. 

Go where? 

To seclusion.


Go to wherever we can pause.

Go to wherever there is calmness and serenity.

A place where at 8:30am a hard working man can still be sleeping soundly. 

A place where it doesn’t matter if it rains all day because we are on pause. 

A place where we can ride bikes and enjoy drippy cream cones.

A place where we can reed a book and laugh a lot. 

A place where if they phones rings, I can give “the look” and it won’t get answered. 

There are people we miss but we get daily pictures and videos 


Our home includes a lot of people and we are grateful that it is watched over because sometimes a pause is necessary.

Have great day friends. I’m heading over to the table in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by plants that grow only at the beach to get a muffin and some coffee.

My beach chair is calling my name. 

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Sometimes you laugh 

Some days are hard.

Dr. Appts that give you news you are not wanting to hear. 

Waiting for attorneys to call 

Waiting for a job opportunity

Waiting for a medication to help make you feel better

Waiting to hear of the death of a loved one. 

Waiting……

Small group was last night 

Every Thursday night we gather. 

We talk about all kinds of stuff and tonight we laughed. We were serious too but mostly we laughed. 

The group of people, my small group, my tribe have been together for years. We know each other. We know each other’s crap. We share and many times we cry. 

We could have cried tonight because there is much to cry about. Life is full of hard things but sometimes when you get together with some of your favorite people in the whole world, you can take a minute and laugh.

Take a minute and just laugh.

It does your heart good 

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Pops

Baby Jack is almost 10 weeks old. 
He is beginning to have quite the personality. Hhttps://www.wheresistersgather.com/blog/2017/5/2/for-the-love-of-natural-liquid-diy-hand-soape giggles and coos. He smiles with his whole face. 

He definitely is a morning boy and sometimes he comes into bed with us so his mommy can take a shower before the day begins. 

There is absolutely nothing better than baby giggles in the morning. 

Infants are cute. 

But they cry. 

A lot.

And most of the time they want their mommy. 

It’s hard to watch as the Dads and Granddads go to work all day and when they come home it’s the baby’s fussy time

We sometimes eat in shifts so that whoever gets done first, holds the baby. 

Mostly it’s been me or his Mommy because it’s hard to handle a screaming infant. But lately he’s been a little easier and his Pops has gotten to spend some quality time.

Be still my heart as I watch my husband of 32 years, the daddy to my children, rock his grandson on the porch. He doesn’t know I’m watching out the window. I see him smile and make baby faces at this beautiful and loved child. 


When our babies were small, he worked so hard to keep a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs that special times were sometimes infrequent. Firefighters work 24 hour shifts and most have to work a job on their off-shift days too. It was the life we chose and I wouldn’t have changed it. However it left little time for Daddy to spend with his littles. 

So as I watch this gentle man, rock and sing to his grand baby, I melt just a little. Jack is one very special little boy to have a Pops that loves him to the moon and back. 

I have already been told that there will be a playhouse in the back yard for “boys only” and just wait until you see his upcoming fire truck bed 🚒.

Love,

BB

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The cabinet from the trash

Trash pickin is my favorite. Not only is it FREE, but it’s FREE!!!!!
Trash to treasure is my middle name.

My friend Elaine, called me and said that her neighbor had hauled a bunch of stuff to the cur……….. 

Well she said curb, but I was out the door before she could finish her sentence.

Nasty is an understatement. 

It was so gross.

So dirty.

There were bugs.

Someone had used it at a closet, and had lovingly covered the shelves with pretty yellow flowered shelf liner 


Just look at the planked walls. They are crazy good!

I knew exactly where it would go.

It has a new last name with life and a new purpose

Just look at the original hardware. All I did was take it off and scrub off the yuck. There is even a key and yes, it works. 

Here’s the new and improved cabinet now sparkling with fresh white paint and blue/gray details. She also stands a little taller and prouder with her new legs. 


It’s hard to see  but the mirror is pitted and imperfectly perfect. That’s my favorite part.

If you look closely, you can see our fireplace still in need of repair. We are patiently waiting for a brick mason to call us back. 

The inside now holds my collection of wine glasses, I don’t drink wine but I wish I did. 

It holds some cake stands and my vintage tablecloths passed down from my grandmother. 


On top are some old candle sticks, a window frame with the cutest rusty latch and an old gold picture frame I lovingly and sparingly painted white.

Trash to treasure is a thing of beauty. 

Have a wonderful day,

Charma 

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Porch Stories 

I am so lucky!!!

Just about every day for an hour or an hour and a half, I get to hang out with this little one.


Jack is almost 8 weeks old.

He’s not so much of a lump anymore. 

Most days, we retreat to the porch.

One of the best places at the old house is the front porch. 

It’s big.

It has ceiling fans, light and the best thing…..

A swing. 

There are a few negatives too.

Mosquitoes in Florida are like a right of passage. Blood sucking little jerks. 

And the swing, as wonderful as it is, makes me motion sick. 

If I look down too much, I’m sick.

If I rock too fast or too slow, I’m sick. 

And don’t even think about reading or looking at my phone. I’m green. 

So we rock. 

And we sing.

He loves high pitch singing so that’s what he gets 

Lots of wheels on the bus and Old Jack Wissinger had a Farm is a fan favorite. His new favorite is the Annie soundtrack from 1982. 

Lots of “the sun will come tomorrow” and “it’s a hard knock life” 

I can only image what the neighbors think.

Soon our porch talks might not be so public but for now who the heck cares if they hear. 

And this week, we got smiles. Smiles for days and we melted…..just a little.


Happy Independence Week friends. 

Be Safe

Eat Much. Ribs are calling my name 

Love those you are with.

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Words to remember 

I work on projects in the carport.

Sometimes I have company and sometimes I don’t.

Today was a don’t day. I don’t mind being alone.

Currently this piece of nasty is my project


I have great friends who call when they find prizes on the side of the road. This one has been waiting patiently in the hoard for her makeover.

When I work alone, Pandora usually keeps me company.

Sometimes it’s some praise and worship cause you know I like to sing me some Jesus.

Today was Country.

And there’s nothing like a little Tim McGraw.

I usually like his oldies but the song “Always Be humble and Kind” came on today .

I was painting the final coat on the ugly beauty when the song started.

Of course I’ve heard this song 100 times but you know how sometimes you hear new things if you just listen.

Don’t just sing the words but really listen

Here are the words:

You know there’s a lot that goes by the front door, Don’t forget the key under the mat

Childhood stars shine, Always stay humble and kind

Go to church ’cause you momma says too. Visit grandpa every chance that you can

It won’t be a waste of time, Always stay humble and kind.

Hold the door, say please, say thank you

Don’t steal, don’t cheat and don’t lie

I know you got mountains to climb, but always stay humble and kind.

When the dreams you’re dreamin come to you, when the work you put in is realized.

Let yourself feel the pride but, Always stay humble and kind.

Don’t expect a free ride from no one, don’t hold a grudge or a chip and here’s why

Bitterness keeps you from flying, Always stay humble and kind.

Know the difference between sleeping with someone and sleeping with someone you love.

I love you ain’t no pick up line so always stay humble and kind

When it’s hot, eat a root beer popsicle, shut off the AC and roll the windows down

Let the summer sun shine, always stay humble and kind

Don’t take for granted the love this life gives you.  When you get where you’re going

Don’t forget to turn around, help the next one in line always stay humble and kind.

I love the line that says

Everyone is climbing some kind of mountain.

I usually say “we all got crap.”

But always, no matter what, stay humble and kind.

It’s really pretty simple

Have a wonderful Thursday.

Small group friends…. See you tonight

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My Friday

When I retired from my job, wait for it, almost 3 months ago, I had a plan. A plan how my days would go. A plan how I would get so much done, it would be amazing! 

As I look back in the last 3 months, the plan didn’t necessary go as “planned.”

Why isn’t my house spotless?

Why do I not have a gourmet dinner prepared every night?

Why do I not look spectacular when my husband comes home from work every evening?

Why? 

I’m retired.

I have all the time in the world to make everything perfect. 

Last week  we had small group at my besties house. 

Her beautiful, brand spanking newly renovated house and back yard. It’s a show stopper. It’s smelled so clean when I walked in. Everything had a place. It was immaculate and I immediately felt like a slacker. 

So what’s the problem? Am I just not motivated enough to get everything done in a day that needs to get done? Well I don’t think so? 

Sometimes I just need a little time to figure stuff out.

I’m seriously trying to reevaluate what life is all about and how to be ok with the “right now.” Am I the only one that struggles?

Never enough?

Not good enough?

Yesterday is a prime example.

Friday…….I love Friday.

Steve will be home for the weekend. We have big plans to finish a wall in the carport renovation. This means hard, dirty work outside in the blazing sun all day. 

I make a mental list in my head all the things I want to get done on Friday so that I can be ready for the work day on Saturday. 

I get ready and head out for some errands. 

Ok that’s done. 

I return home and have a list as long as my arm to complete. It’s date night ❤️

I walk in and hear a baby cry.

All I want it to hold him but the list is screaming in my head. 

I have been “babysitting” every day for about an hour so that Courtney can either take a nap or do whatever she needs to do. 

Me: “Do you want me to take him for a few minutes?”

Courtney: “sure I’ll be down in a a few minutes.”

I struggle with guilt as I know that I won’t get the laundry finished and the floors mopped before Steve gets home. So what can I do? 

I’ll pick up and dust. 

I’ll wipe down the kitchen counters and it will at least look clean.

Here comes the baby.

He’s snuggled in a blanket and fast asleep. 


Here’s where the story gets good.

I could have laid him on the bed and continued my work.

Instead……. I sat on the couch and held this precious child. He won’t be 6 weeks and 4 days ever again. He won’t snuggle in a blanket for much longer. 

I held him.

I looked at him and decided that for that moment I would sit. I would relish in the moment that if I worried about dirt, this moment would be gone. 

Now he didn’t sleep for long and later in the day we went to dinner with Pops (Steve) and he was an angel. 


The moral of my day is to chill the heck out.

Housework and chores will be there FOR-EV-ER. People will not.

Happy Saturday friends.

Do you need to chill the heck out today? 

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