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FINALLY, BACK TO THE BLOG

BarnSideYep, I was abducted by aliens.  I think that they were called humans.  But, now I’m back and I’m thinking that I would rather be with the aliens again.
Painfully, I liquidated Aussie Magic Antiques.  I felt like I was pouring money into a black hole.  However, before I sold everything at a HUGE loss I removed all the good stuff and the little stuff and the paper stuff and the stuff I really liked and stuffed all that stuff into my office on top of and below all my tables and into all the corners so that I could sell them online… someday.  Now the barn is empty and my husband is smiling and moving all his tools back into it.
After the initial shock was over, I realized that I didn’t need to keep staring out the window to see if someone was here and to always be dressed appropriately for company and listening for clients to drive in.  I didn’t have to go out each morning to hang the “open” flags, open the barn doors, turn on the lights, vacuum and turn on the security to catch thiefs.
This was a good thing because my office was so crowded it was very difficult to go in and out.  So, since I work much better in an orderly atmosphere and I have somewhat of a OCD problem I sorted through all of the things and boxed them and put them in front of the cellar door to go down stairs or in front of the porch door to go on the front porch or in front of the stairs to go upstairs.  As long as I was doing this I decided to rearrange my office because I didn’t have to look out the window anymore to see if someone had come into the driveway.
I decided to put all my antique pictures and frames in my upstairs bedroom closet.  So, I went into the basement and brought up all the extra frame materials to combine with them which freed up some room in the cellar to move down the boxes of things that I wanted to sell on the internet after labeling them.  While doing this, I found a grey frog.  It looked like a hunk of cement but when I went to move it, it jumped.  I suppose that it was mutated from spending its life in the cellar so I threw the poor thing outside hoping that it would turn green again.  Ugh!  After numerous trips up and down stairs I got all the pictures and frames up there.  However, this meant that I had to empty the closet which was full of quilts, chenille and antique coverlets.  I sorted those so that two of my sisters made out like bandits and I could actually store the rest into two chests with the quilts open on my spare room bed.  This got me down to about 25 quilts, 10 chenille spreads and 5 white coverlets.  Now I only have to sort through the pictures by size and put them into the closet.  Meanwhile if we have to get up in the middle of the night we trip on pictures or trip over broken frames.
This left the things to carry to the basement.  In order to make room in the basement, I had to move all the empty boxes into the other part of the basement where I had moved the pictures from.  As long as I was doing that I decided to sort the boxes into sizes and to order some USPS boxes to be ready for shipping things from my online sales.
I then tackled the things to go onto the front porch which were the antique books on the history of this area of New York and of the Civil War.  Also ephemera and postcards of the same and antique greeting cards that I had which all had to be sorted out to new or used.  Then, in order not to ruin them I attended an online course on “museumwise” on preserving and caring for paper which meant that I had to spend a million dollars on special boxes and put up shutters and sheets over the bookcases so that things wouldn’t fade.  When I walk by them I can’t wait to start working on my genealogy again and maybe I’ll even attempt a book!
This cleaned up the livingroom.  While rearranging my office I decided to paint my furniture with pink accents (the pieces that were painted already or were so scratched and old that they really did need covering.  I also needed to paint my pine organizers and set up the space for photographing the online items and hand the pictures and mirrors that I had moved from the barn.  However, I still can’t find the pink paint and my fish tank decided to leak so I had to stop and clean everything that had been in the tank so that I could give “Mow” to my sister.  “Mow” is short for mohawk which is after his hairdo.  He is a cichlid and needed a big tank which I couldn’t afford and which my sister already had.  I miss him already.
Meanwhile I decided to trim the hedges around the windows so that we could get some light into the house.  Unfortunately the North side is on quite a hill so that you (I) cannot comfortably and safely set a ladder so I have to get up on my tip toes and reach as far as I can to trim the top flat.  I was using one of those huge electric trimmers that sort of look like chain saws.  Unfortunately, since I was doing it by feel instead of by looks I didn’t realize that I was holding on to the guard instead of the handle.  My middle finger felt warm and I looked, three the trimmers, grabbed my finger to keep it together and ran into the house.  My husband was at the store and I couldn’t dial the telephone so I hit the automatic dial on my cell and called my daughter the EMT.  I think the speaker is on the other side of the telephone because she thought I said that I cut my finger off so she dialed 911.  Husband got home and took me to the medical center who said “no way”, “you have to go to the hospital emergency.  Which, of course, we did.  I ended up with 10 stitches.  6 slices down my finger (luckily, not across) and a fractured bone.  Well, that was fun but it still left the mess in my house to care for which then took me twice as long to take care of.
I’ve decided not to advertise my paper goods on the porch but to let people come and use them for reference if they wish and if they do not remove them from the property.  Meanwhile I’m reading them and putting thousands of pink stickers everywhere my area or my relatives are mentioned.
In other words – I’ve been a little busy.  However, we have had time to go up North now that I can leave the barn and take time off – which is wonderful.
And, this is only the first installment of the saga!  However, the dogs are telling me that I am an hour overdue feeding them so pictures later and more to write later!  I’ve missed you all my fans.  Thank you for writing and asking me where I was.  The aliens told me that you had written but I was tied up and couldn’t reply.  Love you!