We have a new addition to our family. Tall Husband and I are no longer empty nesters. Meet Scooter, our black and white Maltipoo.
This eight week old, four-pound fuzz ball is helpful in fighting the autumn leaves...
...irrigating the lawn...
and just being the cutest thing you could imagine.
Note: Tall Husband found Scooter in our city, via the Internet...thanks Cathy. He's the smartest little guy! Also, thanks to Linda and Cute Husband for all the puppy advice gained via their adorable Yorkie, Alessandro.
The framing carpenters are at work at The Bunny Bungalow today. They are preparing the back of the bungalow for the new French doors. The demolition crew had previously removed the door and three windows. Tall Husband is fearless; I'm not! I feel as though the bungalow is bruised and bleeding.
Sometimes things have to get really ugly before you can make them beautiful...a concept that is frightening to me. Yesterday, a great crew showed up to begin demolition on The Bunny Bungalow's kitchen. I didn't have the courage to take a peek until today. Tall Husband keeps reassuring me that the entire process and the skill with which the job is being managed and executed is beautiful.
OMG!! I hope the cake didn't fall.
Decades of wall coverings are exposed during demolition. Walls do talk and they say, "Tacky, tacky, tacky!"
Día de los Muertos, Day of the Dead, was celebrated in true Mexican style in Houston Heights last week. Día de los Muertos is observed by many Mexicans and some Mexican Americans. The procession, marigolds, incense, dancers, sugar skulls, food and personal altars to honor deceased family members were part of the Houston Heights celebration, organized and hosted by Casa Ramirez Folkart Gallery.
Día de los Muertos procession headed down 19th Street in historic Houston Heights.
Don't you just love Adirondack style? Our new chairs are EC (ecologically correct), as each chair is made from 100 plastic milk bottles. I like to believe we're sitting on some of our old recycled bottles.
Tall Husband and I swore that we had enough art, that we would never buy another piece, however, we live dangerously close to art galleries...walking distance. We were out for an evening walk when we saw that the old Heights-Theater-cum-art-gallery was having an opening. What could it hurt to just look? Well, you are looking at our latest purchase, an edgy sculpture by Houston sculptor/painter Patrick Medrano.
There are additional photos at My Ranchburger blog of the piece after we installed it in the art niche in the garage/studio behind The Bunny Bungalow.
Welcome home, Baby!
Note: The piece is from Gallery M Squared in the historic Heights Theater. There is an interesting back story associated with the sculpture, which I'll reveal when I know the ending.
It's finished! The garage/studio behind the Bunny Bungalow is finished and Tall Husband and I have begun to move in. Also, the hard scape, sprinkler system and French drains have been completed. Most of the landscaping is in. The new Adirondack chairs are on the screened second-floor porch. What a great place to sit and read or to chat with Tall Husband.
Last Thursday, Tall Husband was scheduled for a simple outpatient surgery on his elbow...an ulnar nerve release. His pre-op exam was normal, including an ECG; however, during surgery there was a problem. He developed atrial fibrillation for the first time in his life. I knew there was a serious problem when I was paged and a staff member met me, telling me that I was to go with him to the post-op recovery room and was to stay with my husband (no one is allowed to stay.)
We spent several anxious hours watching the monitors, which were not giving us good news. We waited for the IV medication to "convert his heartbeat to sinus." Finally he converted and everyone cheered. Then he was sent to the telemetry unit in the same hospital...I forgot to mention that his orthopedic surgery took place in the best heart institute in the country, so his care was superb. He was inthe right place at the right time, as the old saying goes.
A member of the medical team made a little bed for me next to Tall Husband's. All night I raised my head to be certain that he was breathing, as I whispered to Taddie, his late mother...yes, I talk to dead people..."Taddie, I'm taking care of him and I'm frightened." I promised her before our marriage that I would never leave him and that I would take the best care of him. She extracted that same promise from me before she died. I'm big on promises to others, especially if I love them, as I do her.
So, we are back at The Bunny Bungalow now. We are both bug eyed but thanks to a great team at St. Luke's Hospital, he survived good as new. Thanks, everyone!
P.S. I left out the part about what a horrible patient Tall Husband was; however, I think it was a reaction to the morphine given post surgery.
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