Where the wild things are . . . .

... Hickam Edition

God is Good . . . .He gave me great neighbors!

Neighbor Jim knocked on my door early Sunday morning. Told me I might not want to go anywhere.

 

Once my confusion cleared, I stepped out to see what was up. 

My tire was flat. Completely. Like a puddle of melted ice cream (licorice flavor, obviously) 

I said, "Oh my gosh - it's totally gone!" Garrett panicked and hollered in my direction, "Why would someone steal our tire?" I shoo-ed him back into the lanai. 

Jim had noticed the tilt of the Durango while he was out enjoying his morning coffee. (And what a tilt it is!) Without skipping a beat, he asked if Dave was still gone. Of course! 
Needless to say, Jim's been helping me all morning along with his son Justin. We're taking a break now - it's proving to be more than we all bargained for*. As Jim was heading inside his house he turned back momentarily and said, "Remember, God is Good." 

Funny thing, that's not what was bobbing around in my mind at the moment. In fact, I was thinking with all the sarcasm I could muster ... "Great, another day on the inactive list for all the young bitty's to talk about!!!" 

I really should change to Jim's train of thought. I just can't figure out yet - but at least no sewing words! And for a fun bit of nostalgia, there was an old boonie bee nest on the spare (amongst other disgusting Guam flora/fauna)
*Addendum: Futile efforts, a tow truck, $600 later . . . is it worth living in harsh sea climates that cause premature rusting? You Betcha!

Satisfaction . . . .

. . . . . .In a job well done!

One of two 'paver patios' that we installed.

My biggest challenge

You know how we're only given challenges that we can handle?

Yah, I'm about done with that concept.

I was proud of myself the way I came out of this challenge with my sense of humor still intact.

Never did I suspect it was just preparation for what lie ahead with this Pearl Harbor move.

Meet the latest:

Polynesian roof rat! And no - I'm not about to personalize this experience more by giving them a different name.

These pests make my termite problem in Guam seem like keiki play.

But with the help of Fred the exterminator/verminator - my new best friend - we're going to conquer! (Or at least displace them for the next 10 months!)

So far 10 of those pests have left our house for a better place - the plastic garbage bag!

*chal·lenge: to arouse or stimulate especially by presenting with difficulties

Madi's room

Don't you just love the couch cover? The colors match perfectly.

I must add - Madi did most of it by herself.

The color choices, painting, etc. I taped (where she would let me!) and finished painting where she couldn't reach.

The 'couch cover' - A beautiful quilt handmade by Aunt Sidney.

It's really on there just for display - no one's allowed to sit!

Which isn't too bad - since we're banned from her room anyway.

I think it's about time. . . .

. . . . .You were officially introduced.

Meet Constance.  Otherwise known as 302B Julian Ave.

I don't normally make it a habit of naming inanimate objects, but my dear friend Misse does. She names everything down to her cell phone!  I figured I may as well give it a whirl - trying to form somewhat of an attachment that has so far eluded me.

So why Constance?

Because she is constant.

She's been housing military families just like us since 1938 or so. We as families move on - but she's here waiting for another family to move in and make their memories.

Can you just imagine all the birthdays that have been celebrated within these walls?

Deployments waiting for Dad to come home for what seems like forever.

The morning of December 7, 1941.

Definitely a work in progress, but she is starting to grow on me.

I've been holding out on you . . .

My days of mourning housing are nearing an end. The house is coming together (as it always does) The sense of humor is easing back and I'm starting to see it all in a better light.

But just to show that my complaining was not completely unwarranted, I give you . . . . .

The COMMODE!

Isn't she a beauty?!

Absolutely no discretion in this 1200 s/f cottage (including the lanai). We can hear you finishing up from the carport outside.

(Never mind that I had to climb into the tub to take the photo. It's all about being cozy here in paradise.)

Just look at all the multitasking that can be accomplished from one seat!

So this isn't Home Sweet Home. Adjust.

Hey - if they cliche fits!