Somewhat of a puzzled, but not really...

 

The somewhat part is the trim pieces we do know, which goes on the top and bottom, but the top piece we are not sure, which side goes up? And then there is the matter of the additional narrower trim pieces I only see where one goes, not the other? These Oopsies, might create decorator havoc, but with me a non-decorator, I just may put them wherever they fit?

We did rearrange the room and it seems to be a better fit now. Even moving my Dancing Fish watercolors art show find to the middle of the loveseat on the wall.

      Doors trim and hinges and screws in the box all in the above PIC.

The trunk the glass door frames are leaning on was done back in 2004, maybe 2005, Hubby cut out painstakingly each fish from a magazine on Florida fish, and I Modge Podge them on all four sides after the lid had been stained and the interior painted blue, it is also on wheels! Two out of three of our trunks are. The smallest is our laundry one that stays in our laundry room, the one without wheels. 

Today we should finish up!

Moving on...

The count ar Surfside where the condo collapsed on June 24th, the death toll is now up to 28 as of this writing.

People concerned about their buildings asking important questions???

What about our own waterfront home that is 53 years old???

https://www.yahoo.com/news/sell-collapse-hot-florida-market-115748962.html

Moving on again...

Tropical storm Elsa's current information, we are under a storm surge warning of two to four feet. I do believe our elevation is around ten feet above sea level, but this means above that!

With Hurricane Irma in 2017, we were told to evacuate due to a 15 feet surge possibility and so we did we went almost two hundred miles northeast of here to Lake Mary, in the end, we had nothing. Lake Mary had flooded streets.

https://www.accuweather.com/en/hurricane/tropical-storm-elsa-forecast-landfall-in-florida-us/974557?utm_medium=push&utm_source=pushly&utm_content=1150883&utm_campaign=pushly_manual

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-a-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!