Strawberry City

A girl was born in Strawberry City,

long long long long long (5 decades worth of longs) ago but not so far away.

She was so fair of face, that the Strawberry Fairy decided to  kiss her neck, leaving a strawberry mark.

The Strawberry Girl grew, grew, and  grew until she was as tall as a pine tree.

Unfortunately, the more she grew, the clumsier she became. Everywhere she turned, she made messes, and clutter followed her.

Her Normal size Mama tried to teach her grace, and cleaning skills.  Poor Strawberry Girl just couldn’t seem help it.

Messes, and clutter began to overflow the house, then the town.

All the Housewives banded together, and petitioned for her to go away.

Sadly, Strawberry Girl left for a larger city, farther way.

It was heart breaking leaving family, friends, and her home.

Finally, she reached the larger city, and met new friends.  The first 4 people she ran into were Normal size Jack , Normal size Melody, Tiny Noel, and Tiny Roe.

Normal size Jack, and Normal size Melody at the beach. Can you see Tiny Noel, and Tiny Roe?

Strawberry Girl was thrilled to make friends who accepted her, clumsiness, messes, and all.  But, one thing was missing.

In despair, she asked God where all the other giants were.

One day, at a party, her 4 friends ran up to Strawberry Girl, and excitedly told her to “Close your eyes!  We have a surprise for you!”

Eyes clenched, feeling the ground shaking, Strawberry Girl was full of fear.  Fear of the unknown.  What was happening???

“Open your eyes!” her friends chorused.  Wonderingly, she did.  And what did her eyes behold??

To be continued….

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Moving Microwave

Last night I read, and read, and READ organizing blogs till my eyes crossed.

I can’t remember for sure, but I think it was Buildblog blah blah

that said get rid of your microwave.

Now, that is down right heresy!  I need my micro!

But, the article did connect in my slob brain about setting up your home for yourself.  And I’m tall, so I can put the micro back on top of the fridge where DD1 and I had it a while ago!

Poof-more counter space! Yippee!

Then I remembered, someone else in this house is not as tall as me.

And that would be kinda mean, to put it up where he can’t use it.

But! I could put a step ladder there! That would solve it!

Okay, fine, I won’t move the microwave up there.

But! Then I had another brainstorm!

Or else I heard the echo of Sweet friend saying, “Move it to the other counter, right of the sink.”

Ta-Da!

Final placement. (I think.)

And look how purdy my (almost) empty counter looks now!

Clear Cooking Space!

Adapt-a-Bath

Since I’ve been in physical recovery, I’ve had to adapt several things around my home.  The bathroom is one of them.

I’m apparently incapable of standing up for a shower, exhibit A, the falls in Oct, and before that.

So, now I’m tied down to a tub bench.

 Haha, not actually tied down, but you know what I mean!  Actually, it’s kinda nice to sit, and not have to worry about whether or not I’m going to end up on the floor!

And, I must use a shower hose, or whatjamacallit.

Oh wow, I did NOT notice how dirty my tub was, due to my slob-o-vision and all, until I saw the pic. EWWWWW

But the question is, now that I’ve seen it, what will I do about it?? Ummmm, you can probably guess.

And 1 last thing, the best of all: the raised potty chair! With handles!!

Let me tell you, if you don’t have one of these puppies, run and get one right now!!  If you are tall, the raised height is so comfortable!!  And the handles! Oh, the handles!!  Perfect for creaky knees, (to help my arms lever me up silly! I DO NOT put my knees on the handles!)

So, that’s what a doddery old person’s bathroom looks like.  Not that I’m old, exactly, just the doddery part.  Unless you’re under 20, then yes, to you, I’m old.

May you never get old yourself!