Wednesday, June 20, 2018

a post worth the read- in a good way

https://skywiseunlimited.com/2012/01/09/neakita-a-true-story/https://skywiseunlimited.com/2012/01/09/neakita-a-true-story/


This ^^^ is an American story worth reading.
The author is an astronomer, teaches science and astronomy at the U.- a straight shooter, no time for nonsense although he does have a facebook page of nonsense-Whisker Tango Foxtrot- a collection of absurdities from around the USA. My forehead red from the slapping!
Anyway, this is a nice offering for the day...when did your people invade?




Photos from Our Lummi cemetery.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

thumb is not green, the price of a neck, the orange turd


While going about my business neglecting my plants, I noticed that one branch of  my Hatiora Salicornioides, or Dancing Bones, plant had wrapped around the pot , thirsty, trying to live and grow. I have had this plant since I was 24, It has not grown much but is healthy in spite of me. It has been a remarkable plant- it bloomed only once, solid white flowers all over it in a dense cushion, on the morning of the first anniversary of my Mother's death. 

Thanks, Mom .


Below ,  roots growing in the water of the bowl holding the Schefflera arboricola


Also with a will to live, It was a four inch stem when I stuck it in the dirt not that long ago it seems, but you know how time morphs...So there it is, if it gets any taller I will have to shift it to another world, As is , it fits perfectly by the stupid gas fireplace.
When we first moved here the fireplace was functioning and lovely in the winter, We sometimes used it to roast apples. But for the sake of cleanliness and less smoggy air, we switched to gas. 
It is never on, it produces no heat and it hisses. 
It is stupid.




 The fig tree was a rescue, the tallest branches have been cut so that it will sort of fit in the corner. My hope is that it will grow well and big enough to cover the television. 
When I got it it was bare sticks, covered with some sort of sticky goo. 
My neglect has paid off with this one!
It had a blue jay in it today, and the baby squirrel likes it. so I guess I could call this one a success.



This whopping sum is what my neck has been charged so far, there are still X-rays to be taken and fingers crossed , all is going according to plan.


However, and this makes no sense to me, the sum below is what I paid.

Insurance and medicare, Brilliant.
Watch tRUMP put the kibosh on that too,  wreck the universe Orange Turd!


Just listening to radio , BBC world, news from Canada: Twelve year old boy calls police to report that his parents had tried to serve him SALAD!!!
The police arrived in good humor, and explained to the lad that that was not a reportable offense. 
Oh Canada- I love you.
Sorry we are at war. but, you know, Justin a bit more of a leader and a truck load of good looking, The Orange Turd just can not handle that- so...war it is. 
Sorry
In the middle of the night, the radio played a recording of the babies in tRUMP cages, wailing and calling for their Mama's. The evil just grows , feeds on itself- out of control and astonishes every time, but THIS, this is the ultimate evil, of course it is.
Not like the USA has not been skilled in this  sort of horror before .
USA - a dismal history, this time it is on our watch, my GAWD!

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Mock orange giant, dog out of gas, happy leaves




Walking Cubby , I pass my friend's house, She is one of two in the no eyebrow club, of which I am the other member. We met years ago when I worked for her husband  at Toad Hall , an organic hippie pizza and home made root beer place, where if you did not have enough cash for food it was given to you. Back in the good old days.

Anyway, My friend's mock orange , filling the entire block with a divine fragrance, has grown unbelievably high!

You can barely make it out high up in the massive tree next to it.



Cubby is only six year old, still likes to play but walking is minimal.
He runs out of gas readily, good thing he only weighs as much as a bag of sugar, I carry him for a good portion of the walk.
He rests in tall cool grass when ever he gets the chance. 
Admittedly it has been very warm for the past couple of days...I think it got up to 69-70.
a real scorcher 



 Missed the fire pokers when they were  at their best.
These are the sad left overs.



Garlic in my friend's garden, robust!


Happy leaves of a mystery bush. 

My favorite pallet- sap green, gamboge, lake red and burnt sienna...lovely colors.


so, there you go, another rather uneventful walk, in the god awful heat!

(I hear you rolling your eyes)

Saturday, June 16, 2018

dog , baby squirrel, spiders, bee ,felt poppy, knit cactus



This morning I picked up the dog, Cubby, His folks are going to Seattle for the day and to see Les Miserable for the third time.
Cubby is such an easy dog to care for. Happy all the live long day!

A new squirrel came this morning, She is small, very young and has a feather instead of a bushy tail.
Her nose and ears are more red, like the old fashioned squirrels of yesteryear.


Sweet little thing, came right in, unafraid, and parked herself next to the ficus in the TV room. 
T.V. ROOM, URG, the bloody thing takes up an entire wall! So we get tRUMP in oversize!

Mr. Man likes to watch MSNBC, and Rachel. I have head phones and go about my business.


This spider living on a stabby cactus plant could have chosen a  more comfy home, I suppose, 


like this one, on a soft gentle Hosta, sensible Spider. 
But you see the different dispositions of each spider? Clearly the one in the cactus is a warrior.


or this honey bee in a fluffy poppy.
That would be a good choice, I should think. I want to nap in the center of that poppy.



I stabbed some wool last night, into a large  thing.


I love the colors and the roving chosen for it.
The roving was dyed as a one off. It is my fave! Will be sad when I have used every strand.


and this is a knitted cactus I got from the book shop down the street.


Clever! Couldn't pass it up- because it was 50 percent off and it does deceive. Looks like the real deal from afar.


Summertime maple, the sky is a rare blue, the sun is shining a rare shine.
and all is right with my world.

Hope your sun is shining!

Thursday, June 14, 2018

down the alley to the book shop-Sassy cat


Sunny days, the cats are out in their fur coats.

This one came up to my feet and said "pet me",  "purrrrrr-rrrrrr "and then said


"don't you dare pet me"...
Such a little tease.


the alleys are abundant with flowers, lavender everywhere! It is like walking through a Yardley factory.


lofty large white clematis
Each blossom as  wide as my hand.

I have big hands...


This big blue bush is also successful, abundant! And smells like clover honey.
So strong and so sweet I nearly got diabetes walking by , the bees love this bush.


Not sure what this tuft was, It had a blue petal stuck to it.
It looks like the Luck Dragon from Never Ending Story.


Irish bells.


left over super fragrant wild roses.
The fragrance could knock you right down.


The vibrancy of color nearly put my eye out! Photo does no justice...



California poppies, loving this, the driest May/June on record.

Forest fires , brush fires, just waiting for a careless smoker/camper, or a kid with a large magnifying glass.
When I got to the book shop, I got lost in the choices, as we do. Heaven must be a book shop!
Ended up with a book from 1978, "The Lives Of Things" by Jose Saramago, short stories during the Salazar regime that paralyzed Portugal.
Finally got my new glasses and can read ...neck will be OK, Just have to not sleep on it - acrobatics  and  sky diving are  out, probably. Anyway the nurse said that by this time my neck is well anchored and my head will not fall off- just take a pill and no wrestling.
DANG!


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

accident

A good poem , in response to Tony's death.
here.https://www.rattle.com/call-if-you-need-me-by-sonia-greenfield/


Yesterday I had a bill to pay @ the studio, I waited until early evening, road still visible, after rush hour, used the quiet back roads. and BOOM! Damned if I did not get rear ended by a car that got rear ended harder. Anyway, not a great thing for my neck.

Today I slept about five hours, ate a bunch of comfort food , got fatter, called a friend . We have known each other since we were in diapers...that is a long time! We don't do idle chit chat...no, we land smack in the middle of relationships, the depth of love for our kids, what illness tells us, and always mortality. Sometimes we have good ideas. Sometimes we draw a blank. But always, we love each other deeply.

We are both gobsmacked at our lives, our age, our dreams gone by the wayside...but here we are, one on oxygen the other with a crumbling neck...no more head banging rock and roll for us. AND this is the tomorrow we really had not expected, We want more, we are tired, but we want more. At that place where we jump or cling. My neck hurts , I hope a screw was not blasted out of the hardware holding my neck onto my head. Maybe an X-ray tomorrow, but I swear , if they find that another surgery is required, I will jump! (so I say now) -  My oldest dearest friend totally gets it. We will jump together, holding hands, yelling Hallelujah  (or "fuck it") waving our panties in the wind.
Stuff has been crazy lately-

Monday, June 11, 2018

crazy cushion , too many figs



I rescued a felted cushion that I had made a few years ago, sold at a weaver's
 guild event,and found  again in a charity shop, sun damaged and dirty, went to the studio and gathered bits of felt from other projects. Needle felted them on to the weary cushion and POW! Crazy Cushion! Glad to be able to do something other than moan about neck not healing as fast as I would like, (It has only been 83 days since , takes about a year ) I am a big baby about this...

Anyway-
The peonies have opened to the max, so fragrant I want to eat them.


along with this little pot of honey, a wedding favor from the wedding I could not attend. Both kids look like, well, KIDS. So young! Both already have their PHDs in chemistry from Yale. 
Gobsmacked!- They just got born, how does this happen?

Instead of a wedding dance they played  a game of badminton - The bride made fresh lavender soap for all guests. The fresh sweet fragrance  has also filled this house with  what it must smell like to fall on your face in the garden. 
The favors were brought back to me from Connecticut, with, "sorry you could not have been here". 
Sorry, too, my little kids...


My friend Fritz had too many figs, he gave me  this over sized bag of the most delicious figs ever, I tucked in, I am sorry again. 
You can imagine.
I am a sorry soul this day!


Back in the day Long Long ago, I would buy a necklace of figs, buy an envelope of chick peas and board a smelly, crowded  bus  to go father down into the dessert of Morocco.


"Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you... You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”
—Anthony Bourdain

My travels there were not about comfort, and my heart did break more than a couple of times,
I was forever shock- changed, much for the better!
All I left behind was a friend I had made and an ear ring for him to wear in his left ear, I wore the other in my right .
I lost that ear ring somewhere along the line, Feels like a betrayal, and I can not even remember his name, but the bright memory stays and is one of my many happy thoughts when the world looks grim. And GRIM it is!
Crazy Cushions for everyone! 
Happy memories!
There are more to make- as soon as my damn neck sorts itself out.
I am getting stirred and shaken, impatient.

a post worth the read- in a good way

https://skywiseunlimited.com/2012/01/09/neakita-a-true-story/ https://skywiseunlimited.com/2012/01/09/neakita-a-true-story/ This ^^^ is a...