Crazy Lamp Lady Explained

One could easily ask if I am becoming the crazy lamp lady? 

It would be a legitimate question. 

Do you recall last weeks lamp and shade?

 Keeping.

Just so you know Joe and I have a lamp clinic, of sorts, here.

 He can rewire them.

I rebuild parts missing with epoxy and then paint them.
Broken lamps are always a steal.
I never admit I can repair them.

 I rebuilt a rose, last month, on an oriental lamp.
 It sold quickly.

 I am not keeping this large, heavy urn shaped lamp. 

Please forgive me the wonky shade. 

The pineapple lamp is coming back to this spot. 

I seem to have a knack for finding lamps, with potential,

 at estate and garage sales.

Or do they find me?

Sometimes we find lamp parts at Habitat For Humanity Restore.

I keep harps and finials in a drawer and spare shades in an extra closet. 

I am forever switching shades with different lamps that I find. 

Restoring lamps and selling them has become a team project we both enjoy.

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joy and peace

Olive

Amnesia Is Good

I lost yesterday.

  Large parts of it. I had a Procedure-That-Shall-Be-Nameless. 

For said procedure I had Popofol. 

The intravenous drug that creates amnesia for the event. 

Amnesia is good. Good in a myriad of ways. 

I was rolled into procedure room Number 2 by the anesthesiologist. 

She attached a 30ml syringe of milky white Popofol to my IV.

 It looked like she was putting down a large mammal and it was me. 

Thirty seconds later... 

I was in recovery. 

Drunk as if I had had twelve tall beers at the local bar, 

with the boys, after a long day at the plant. 

Joe said I was talking LOUD. 

My nurses name was Shelby and apparently I liked her name.

 A whole bunch says Joe. Oh dear. 

Thirty seconds later... 

I put my clothes on backwards and was walked out the door and put in the car.

The Procedure-That-Shall-Be-Nameless was a hoot and a half. 

I do not remember the hoot.

How was your week?

Happy Friday

Is it Friday?

Olive