MOD Tulip Dustcover for electric skillet.
This thing literally took all day long to complete.
But I am happy with it :-D
I started it last night, and only had the edging and tulip trim to
finish up today … yes, that took all day long:
Dustcover finished. Just needs trims.
MOD Tulip Dustcover. I used an online tulip pattern (https://www.repeatcrafterme.com/2018/04/crochet-tulips-on-canvas.html).
I am sinking my roots in deep, and making our castle, MY castle. Part of that sinking in of roots, is unpacking boxes that we didn't have time to unpack before our life together ended ... and continuing to do things that I would normally do to make our house a home. Hence the dustcovers ;-)
There really isn’t anything to do by way of redefining or upkeep of the house itself ... we had already done that: the house really does fit my character and is perfect for me in every way. Bob did good when he chose this house. I really don’t need to furnish it either; the furnishings are spartan by most people’s assessment, but, it is perfect for me – with bronchial complications, I don’t need or want a lot of dust collectors around: the furnishings we had (I have solely now) fits me and my lifestyle. I’m making the dustcovers because I’m a lazy domestic house frau, and now that I am a solo lobo, I don’t use the appliances as much as I did before: I don’t want dust piling up on them – so, I cover them with pretty covers ;-)
My castle doesn’t need shoring up – we did that when we moved in here, in June 2017: the inside was remodeled with new wood flooring, (stone tiles in the kitchen), the entire kitchen was redone (flooring, cupboards, sink, ALL appliances), washer/dryer replaced, new light fixtures in dining room, a new roof good for 20 years (that is what we were told when we bought the high-end roofing) … while the remodel was being done, we were holed up in a hotel because it was dusty work and we both had asthmatic concerns – we didn’t really start living in our new home here until October 5th, when the work was completed.
Bob put new shower heads in both baths, and a vanity cupboard & over-sink light fixture in the spare bath in November. Bob had built me 6 garden boxes placed along the side boundary borders; and helped me revamp the front flowerbeds (tore out the shrubs and replaced the clay soil with potting soil) when we moved here in 2017; and finished 6 more garden boxes placed in a line along the boundary border before he was killed by petty egomania. He had also built me rain barrel stands, and set the barrels in place at the back gutter downspouts of the house (4 total).
We were enjoying Bob’s retirement and looking forward to mine. We believed the world was our oyster; we didn’t know that the next-door neighbor was running to the Manager, complaining about everything and anything. He was paranoid and jealous … and just plain mean spirited. All his complaints were bogus, and candy never took the time to properly deal with the complaints as she should have. ron complained – candy showed up making accusations based on paranoid assumptions – my husband ended up dead. Dead because ron cook was jealous of the garden boxes & scared of "possible apple and tomato trespass" & candy scott insisted everything needed to be okayed by her, even though they had already been okayed by the previous Manager before we bought the house … my husband was dead because ron was paranoid of the rain barrels and candy scott refused to turn her head and see they did have lids on them. Ron bitched and then hid in his house like the coward he is, while candy stood on our porch screaming at us like a demented chimp. Bob’s physical body was killed because of paranoia & egomania. By the grace of Elohim I have gotten past the hot anger – but I don’t think I can forget that my husband was basically murdered by a jealous neighbor and a power hungry manager.
We wanted a calm, retiring atmosphere. Instead we got a hellish nightmare.
I have lived in this house for 969 days; it has only solely been
mine since July 9th, 2019 (224 days).
In March of 2019, the master toilet was constantly running, jarring me out of much needed sleep when I did manage to shut my eyes from the sheer exhaustion that comes with deep grieving; Bob’s brother Kerry fixed it … but it jumped the fix and started being noisy again – so I called a plumber and got the toilet completely replaced with a new one. Now I am seeping the whole night through ;-) I also had the overhead canned lights switched out for LED canned lights: I will never have to change another light bulb as long as I live (I will be 91 by the time these LED’s start flickering and need replaced). May of 2019, I had the exterior of the house painted – it didn’t really need it yet, but I had the money then, so decided to do it: I won’t need to paint the house again until 2029.
The house is good for pretty much the rest of my life.
I am Queen of this humble castle.
But it is no fun being Queen without my King.
I miss my King Bee.
Bob had only lived in this house he chose … in the Park he wanted to live in since it was established (I believe in the 1980’s) … for 432 days before ron cook’s continual paranoid bitching to little hitler (Bob’s title for candy scott, Park Manager) sent Bob to ER: 106 days later he was dead.
From stress-induced pancreatitis.
We didn't even know such a thing existed.
But it ended Bob's physical existence in my life.
Bob told me in November 2018 – and again in December 2018, to “keep the house, Val.”
I told him I wasn’t sure I could continue living at Heron Pointe with candy and ron still on the premises: ron being a next-door neighbor and the primary reason my husband was dying. I really had to work at overcoming the hate that wanted to consume me everytime I had to see those two – or even hear their names. I am a Christian; Christians don’t give way to hate.
I still struggle with emotions when I see either of them – I don’t have to deal with them on a regular basis like before, but we do occasionally cross paths. I did try to sell the house several times (our Realtor was very patient!), but every time, the sale was halted for one reason or another. After last November 1st’s selling/moving snafu, I just gave up trying to sell and decided to honor Bob’s request to “keep the house, Val”. It was his dying request – but I honestly didn’t think I could do it. But Bob knew I could do it; even though I told him I didn’t know if I could, he knew I could.
I told him I wasn’t sure I could continue living at Heron Pointe with candy and ron still on the premises: ron being a next-door neighbor and the primary reason my husband was dying. I really had to work at overcoming the hate that wanted to consume me everytime I had to see those two – or even hear their names. I am a Christian; Christians don’t give way to hate.
I.T.W.A.S.H.A.R.D.!
I still struggle with emotions when I see either of them – I don’t have to deal with them on a regular basis like before, but we do occasionally cross paths. I did try to sell the house several times (our Realtor was very patient!), but every time, the sale was halted for one reason or another. After last November 1st’s selling/moving snafu, I just gave up trying to sell and decided to honor Bob’s request to “keep the house, Val”. It was his dying request – but I honestly didn’t think I could do it. But Bob knew I could do it; even though I told him I didn’t know if I could, he knew I could.
Bob always had faith in me and my untapped strengths.
So, that is what I am doing.
And the dust covers add some seasonal color to the castle kitchen.
I miss showing my designs to Bob; but I believe he can see them :-D
I love you, Babe.
Always ~ OX
