Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Gallery on the island


 Stella , Terry Kaye, and I went to the gallery on Camano Island, made a day of it, as we do.

I have posted about this gallery before, the studio is filled with the BEST art , the vast grounds are  well appointed, sculpture, glass, metal, stone, all sorts, as well as just the most beautiful wild garden.

Karla, the owner, has kept most of the old growth, she has artfully carved and cultivated a most amazing park. Years of chopping, hauling, digging, sculpting the land and forest into this lovely place.


The art in the gallery is the best there is on offer.


We were tempted to buy , but I considered my lack of wall space, Stella considered her pocket book.

So we went away empty handed but fulfilled!

 Throughout the grounds chairs are placed for sitting and contemplating, or for art, never quite sure...


Pretty sure the one below, with the FOOT stool, is art, and not to be sat upon. 






A very fine day, indeed, the sun was out, warm, perfect pacific northwest spring day.

I've had to postpone the trip to Wyoming due to snow, crazy wild snow!

Wyoming is getting hit hard, the mountain range where I was going to go with mother's ashes, is not passable, never minding the side roads up to the creek where I was going to take her to the creek, the beaver dam, the tumbling boulders,  may fly's carcasses crisping in the sun on the dry bits,  freaky.

I may plan a trip later in the summer to take her up on the range, but for now, will be leaving the later part of June, without her. It is ridiculous,  getting to Wyoming from here costs more than a trip to Europe, accommodations are as pricey as London.


- going anyway, after all, Wyoming  dirt is always in my heart. 

The forest here is so lush, ferns unfolding, green upon green, soft- I live in OPPOSITE land, There is Wyoming,  hard and harsh- and then there is  THIS. Thought I had found heaven when I moved here!

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Iris , Lily, morning emergency


This morning my friend called , close to weeping..." I have broken my hand - I need your help". Charged off before first cup of coffee, before brushing my hair- arrived to find her hand swollen , red and not working properly, got her shoes and sweater, stuffed her in my car and off we went to the walk in clinic,


Much better than going to the E.R. where they try their best to make you  die in the waiting room- where all of the drug seekers and broken homeless hang out ,hoping against hope that some one will see them and give them a pill.
The walk in clinic is across town, clean, efficient - rarely much of a wait.
I filled out her forms and for the first time since I have known her found out her birth date, which she has hidden all these years, not sure why...


Doctor came in and right off the bat said "GOUT"



Then we are off again to go to the prosthetic and brace place across town in the opposite direction, I filled out four pages of "form", Saw the doctor, got the brace, then off to get prescriptions into the pharmacy across town again, left those off, to be filled when they could get around to it...I bought cherries (cherries are good for gout, and they are fresh from some farm somewhere)  and an orchid hoping that that might make her feel somewhat better, Went to the Deli and bought her a melty sandwich since she had not eaten all day. Took her home, Dropped her off , went to pick up the meds, went back to her house, cleaned up after the cat, took lids off of the impossible to open meds , gave her pills and milk and food, By that time five hours had passed!
Had to get to the post office before it closed, had to do grocery shopping, and now I am having a cup of tea that is like elixer  at this point.
Loads of running around - when will  there be one stop shopping for what ails you? Oh, and another thing, even with insurance and medicare the meds were over the top expensive.This country is so below the bar on all fronts, it is buried. No news there....



A cup of tea makes everything seem  alright-  the fragrance from  lily of the valley in a milk bottle is like a massage for my mind.
So, all is well...gout is weird , extremely painful, my friend said so, and I believe her!
 The iris are along her sidewalk.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Pants, Kinder Surprise


One of the dozen Mother day roses that broke off, lucky I had just found this little bud vase, All about timing,,,and going through drawers, So much stuff- but you just never know when it will come in handy...thus the hoard!

Before Kinder Surprise was banned from the states, because of small toys inside, never mind guns at school killing children all too often, never mind , rape/incest victims ten or eleven years old  forced to carry full term a pregnancy that may kill them- anyway, off track...
I found some delightful toys that Erik received every Christmas, Kinder Surprise when the toys were really cool, made in Holland.


Move the horses head down and KICK! Over and over, the dopey guy falls on his face.
Hilarious if you are three years old...


Pants had been gone for days, I thought he had crossed over to Squirrel Paradise.
The improvement seen a couple of weeks ago has deteriorated significantly, Poor little guy, I guess the damage was just too severe or perhaps the roundworm was merely slowed down.




He is blind now.
Damn!



So, I took a quick walk around the block, taking advantage of the sunshine while it is warming the earth, shaking off some of the intensity of earth's situation, squirrel suffering and the GD GOP, and religious freaks. ACK! Shake it off...
.

Across the bay  the old cement factory shines because WHITE, always visible. 
-photo taken while coming down the hill back to the  house. When the seas rise our house will  swim with the fishes and The hoard of kinder Surprise toys will not even matter.
The seas  indeed will rise - cleanse the earth of this  human infestation, Oh ....and Fuck Alabama!
Smash the damned Patriarchy!
WTF? Is the GOP trying to populate their army for the civil war they are so keen on having? Good question! Not unlike the Taliban, role model!

URG!




Friday, May 10, 2019

drive south and Johnny Was


 Driving south to LaConnor, perfectly sunny day, the little town uncommonly uncrowded, great timing before the tourists arrive!

On the search for cotton clothing that does not look Walmart stupid.

There are two shops in LaConnor that have clothing worth the trip As if the trip down the valley was not enough on such a glorious day.

I took my time.
Farmers kicking up earth,  it is so dry! My car looks like a powdered doughnut after that dusting..
The town is the sweetest little place, A quick walk covers the entire downtown, The buildings are still they way they have been . I love this town,  an inspiring  place for Morris Graves and Guy Anderson especially.
Some of their art, that has not been stuck away in museums or on high rent walls is still evident if you know where to look. Always searching for the ghost of Morris.



The houses  almost Disney-ish - perfect world-ish are well kept up, $$$$ 
The streets are mostly dirt.
It is quiet...until tourists arrive in the summer, then it is a place to avoid.


  a couple scoops -espresso with dark chocolate  bits on a waffle cone.


Home made ice cream. not too sweet, just right. So that was my fabulous day, Plus I tried Johnny Was stuff on and am so over my fascination with their product.

It was remarkably affordable because the shop owner just wanted to carry the line for fun, marked everything way down. But, you know, the quality was just not there!
Glad I know this, now I can get over it.

Do not believe photos online!




After a purchase of an entirely different thing I meandered though the back streets and ally ways. 



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 The town smells of sea, salt, old boats and fish,

Fish and Chips, Oysters, salmon on just about every menu except the ice cream shop.







Beautiful drive back home along the water, no traffic.



Quiet.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

by the sea, dog walk


Cubby's folks called in the morning, a bit of a panic, their child hospitalized in Seattle, They had to take a trip down south and wondered if Cubby could come over, I picked him up - he is the best medicine !
He must have spring fever, he wanted to walk all day- although, he took a couple of breaks in tall grass and dandelions, and spaced out for about 20 minutes by the creek.
Just my speed these days. Breaks and naps by the creek in tall grass- heaven.


The mud flat is where Carl and his wife live most of the time. It is quite a nice little bird community.

  Madrona trees are Pacific Northwest's gems.  Every stage is gorgeous, I especially like them in the fall when their skin rolls back exposing their muscles. 
The colors change throughout the tree, artistic skills. They grow by the sea and could not flourish anywhere else. Of course they are endangered, but then, of course at this point, we all are.


Cubby "owned" this object, it is now his.




We finally came home , he had baked chicken with sauce and string cheese, passed out on the cool floor , flattened , like  rolled out biscuit  dough.
Early evening his folks collected him, Child  hydrated, antibiotics and pain meds IVed for good measure  released from hospital to get well on her own. She is in pre-med so the experience is likely to be helpful for the future.  Patient empathy...

Today is Tuesday already, I am going out on a mission to find  cotton hippie clothes for summer. I might be lucky....if I can find a time machine...

Friday, May 3, 2019

Carl injured, rhodies bloom, promise fuggitaboutit


Carl and his wife came in the morning, banged on the glass door vigorously, I said "SCRAM", and now I feel terrible. Carl came back later that afternoon without his wife, badly injured,
his leg broken. I gave him a pile of salmon and a couple of peanuts for the road...
I said "sorry".


And then right before my eyes , the white rhody in the yard went "BLOOM"! 
We used to have seven of them, all white, rare-ish, but winter took five of them. This one  now has to do the work of many.




 the drive way bird house, ha! like anyone would want to live there!

but it is cute so I keep it.

The blue bells are looking cheery. They come up  without effort overnight, just as quickly die.









I went out with friends one evening, I promised to behave- have a salad, eat slowly, that sort of promise... I am not good with promises, because LOOK!


As they say, Life is short, a brief flicker...and how often does a chocolate flour less cake appear with home made sauce and ice cream, the answer is - not that often- gather ye rosebuds and all....


Pants has not been around for three days, Carl did not come this morning.
The sky is cold, dark and full of rain, and the rump is still president. The cake, sauce and ice cream are clearly a requirement.   I understand "comfort food" and it understands me.


post script: Carl came back, leg tucked but looking better, Pants came back looking terrible but he is still with us! Comfort food is more than just comfort, it heals the world! 

Thursday, May 2, 2019

cranky on ETSY

  • Linda HoofnagleHer initial complaint was that she did not read the description and was miffed because it was too big
    Date:1 day ago1:02am EDT
    Message:
    Date:1 day ago1:02am EDT

    Message:I reckon the bench was well packed, sent on time, the dimensions were listed at the top of the description . If you were displeased with it you could have notified me. This is the first minus st
    Sorry you are not pleased with it- it is quite a nice little bench for small things, bears and dolls and little pots of herbs perhaps, anyway, there's that...
    Sorry for her needs-, I suspect  alcohol maybe had a hand in attitude.


  • Linda
    Sender:Linda
    Date:1 day ago10:28am EDT
    Message:It's glorious! It's marvelous! So absolutely adorable! Well packed, shipped lightning quickly, and the seller is the best I've ever run across in all my 20 years of buying online!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything about this is triple perfect!!!!

    There - I revised it and gave you your extra fucking star, which you can shove up your ass. Is that better????


  • Date:1 day ago1:02am EDT
    Messa
    Date:22 hours ago1:10pm EDT
    Message:well, thank you, the pointy bits hurt a little being shoved up there- no need for animosity, just read the descriptions , they are generally accurate. Thank you again, ouch,
    Linda Hoofnagle
  • Date:17 hours ago6:01pm EDT
    Message:I will send refund if you like, send the bench back and I will paypal your refund minus the postal fee. Sorry you are not happy.

Gallery on the island

 Stella , Terry Kaye, and I went to the gallery on Camano Island, made a day of it, as we do. I have posted about this gallery bef...