Finis!

 

I know about the paint on the mirror, but the best part is... it scrapes off!

Hubby helped me with the tall parts, and better taping, so I didn't have to climb or reach with my wonky shoulder!

I was able to finish today because we were supposed to get rain, and it did sound like we were for a while there, but after I showered the thunder stopped!

As you can see Hubby's bathroom might be a bit too theme-ridden. Many of the fishy items, in all different mediums, were collected over many years.

The yellow lobster bag was from years ago when we used to go lobster diving way back in the 1980s and 1990s, in August. Right now it holds poufs and luffas etc. My recycle containers with not-so-classy magic marker identities have cotton balls, Q-tips, and washcloths in them and are named as such! Hubby made the blue pegged shelf too way back when!

The door hanger triple fish with hooks were also from another art show years ago!

These last two are actual artwork the first is from an art show I went to years ago and it's entitled dancing fish, and the second is from my cousin entitled Skipper smells something fishy!

And they are NOT in the bathroom; they are both in the sunroom!

Moving on...

Hubby has been on the phone all morning trying to get two clear hurricane shutters to go with our aluminum ones in case we are shut inside here during a hurricane so we can see outside.

Each side of our home has a panel or two that are clear so we can tell what is going on except our front big picture window, and that is the one he wanted them for... only two 16" X 88" just so it is not so dark and we know what's what!

Believe it or not, each one of those is around eighty bucks, fortunately, we have the others for quite some time.

Lowe's has them but not at the local store at the next town over one, where Hubby is going to go for them. Our store had them but they are out.

Sorry once again, the no sunrise pic today, it was so overcast and cloudy that is the only reason, there was nothing to take!

I hope the overabundance of fish pics made up for a missing sunrise... nah!

Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a more vibrant sunrise!

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!