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Decorating Tips

There are decorators who get paid for their ideas and skills in making a space attractive and aesthetically pleasing.

I am married to an artist who creates and teaches so you might assume that she decorates our home.  You are mostly correct.  She has done a lot to make our place homey.

Recently, however, another decorator has put great effort into making some changes.  In other posts, I have written about Rover, our German Short-Haired Pointer, and some of his talents.  We pay him in the form of room and board, as well as healthcare.  In exchange, he has volunteered to repay us in the form of redecorating our home.  I regret the arrangement.  I am thinking of reporting him to the Better Business Bureau.

Rover  has worked tirelessly to create a space where we can watch him add his touches.   The space chosen to display his artistry is where our eyes are drawn because we built our home to face the western mountains.  We have a wall of glass for an unobstructed view.  Immediately outside this wall of glass, Rover has chosen to create a display which captures the attention of all, whether in the house, on the deck, or in the courtyard.  Unselfishly, Rover has contributed some of his most treasured possessions for the visual enjoyment of others.

Now I am not very creative about stacking firewood.  I stacked a couple cords in even rows against our back deck.  When the stacks are high enough, I can even reach over the rail and get wood without going down the steps of the deck.  Practical perhaps, but not particularly creative.  Rover has transformed the stacks into a random arrangement spread across the ground adjacent to the deck.  Very creative.  Very untraditional.  Very avant garde.

Rover is a multimedia artist.  He does not limit himself to wood as the only material in his composition.  Interspersed among the chunks of wood, the artist has carefully placed spots of bright color in the form of pumpkins removed (stolen) from where my drab wife inartfully arranged them on the deck itself.  Below the deck, on the ground, the pumpkins are put to much better use.

Another material which Rover has incorporated into his masterpiece consists of forms of bone from deceased creatures such as you yourselves might have handy in your own backyards.  Rover suggests that you try placing vertebrae from a cow skeleton as well as, in this particular piece of art, the skull of a deer with a single antler.  One can add to these everday items, as Rover did, a single horn of a pronghorn (antelope) who was no longer using it.

Another medium commonly found on clotheslines is fabric from, say, a quilted bedspread.  Rover has used one of those but in an altered state.  Rather than leave it intact, Rover realized that the stuffing, if unstuffed, allows one to spread around the insides as well as the outside of the item formerly known as a quilt.  If you do not have a spare bedspread, check your neighbor’s clothesline.

Not everyone has the education to appreciate the subtleties of modern art.

Not everyone has an eye for beauty in an arrangement of common items.

Not everyone has the artistic vision to see what the artist intends to convey.

Not everyone.  Certainly not me.

She Said Yes

Back a spell, Miss Sugar got married with me.  It was a way better deal for me than for her, but I reckon it is her own fault.  Caveat emptor (let the buyer beware), as they say.  A deal is a deal.

Anyways, we made a deal, vows actually, so she is stuck with me, which I am very glad about.  I am so glad about it that I want to celebrate.  I’m asking her out on a date because today is our very anniversary.  I hope she says, “Yes.”

I think she might.  I remember the first time I asked her to go on a date.  She said “Yes.”

I remember when I proposed.  She said “Yes.”

If she had not said “Yes” to those invitations many years ago, I would have kept trying.  But since she did say “Yes,” my life became infinitely better.

My life became infinitely better years ago because she shares it with me.

She could have said “No.”  But she said “Yes.”

Ain’t that something?



I am not Asian, but in my younger years, I took a course in college on comparative religion.  My younger years were long ago, so I don’t want to be tested on the materials;  still, I recall that  some eastern religions in China and Japan, and elsewhere in Asia, include ancestor worship.

I am not African, but I saw Amistad, and in that movie the Africans call on their ancestors to help them through their troubles arising from the slave trade.

I am not an expert on Native American religion, but I am under the impression that some at least believe that their deceased ancestors are still involved in the lives of the living.

I am not Roman Catholic, but I’ve been told that they sometimes pray to saints.  There are patron saints to look to for help with particular things, such as Saint Christopher being the patron saint of travelers.

As a Protestant Christian, my prayers are not to humans who have passed on.  I don’t subscribe to that.  Or do I?

I remember my father, my earthly father who now, undoubtedly, art in heaven, every day.  Every day.  I like to think that he knows what I am up to and cares about me.  Maybe he is an advocate for me.  “Excuse me, Lord, but my son could use some help again.”

Love continues beyond death.  I still love my father and grandparents and aunts and uncles and friends who have died.  I believe they still love me.  That comforts me.

Bygone Days

On our way to town, we would go past two houses by the highway that are no longer there.  Last week they were present.  This week they are not.  One day one was gone and the other was gone the next day.  The smaller one was blue.  The other was a fairly long ranch house.  Now I am having trouble recalling details of structures that I have seen almost daily for over twenty years.

Once when I had car trouble, many years ago, I walked to the larger house and used their phone because it was before I had a cell phone.  A man who lived there gave me a ride back to my car after I called for a tow truck.

I don’t know why these two houses were demolished.  I am guessing it has something to do with widening the highway.  I am not opposed to tearing down the houses.  I am just nostalgic even though I do not know who lived there.

Someone did.  Someone built them.  Families celebrated holidays in them.  Occupants experienced life.  I imagine young couples bringing babies home from the hospital. Kids did homework.  People laughed.  People cried.  I wonder how many people have memories of living in these houses that were homes and now are not there.

Structures come and go.  Some last longer than others. 

People come and go.  Some last longer than others.

“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.  Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Presidential Debates

Tonight is the debate between President Obama and Governor Romney at the University of Denver. 

Consequently, traffic in the City of Denver, especially in the area of the university, has been horrible, so horrible that I talked to two Denver lawyers today who were “working remotely” (from home) because it was too difficult to get to their offices.

I, on the other hand, was able to get to my office in Fort Collins without any traffic jams at all.  Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

It is lucky for me that I was not invited to attend the debates.  It would be an honor to be invited, of course, but since I was not, I get to watch on TV in the comfort of my home with Miss Sugar, my trophy wife.

I am fairly open-minded about the debate.  I want to hear specific ideas from each candidate, as I am sick of the TV advertisements that say little more than what is wrong with the other guy.

It is wonderful that we have this opportunity and technology for voters to get to know more about our choices before the election.

God bless America!

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