Thursday, February 14, 2019

snowbed, dumb newspaper, mountains in the kitchen


Two of the fawns sleep in our back yard , under the cherry tree , the best place - protected from wind and coyotes
This is their bed- that indentation in the snow.


They walk around carefully, on  stiletto feet. so graceful, so quiet. I have left apples but they freeze almost instantly.

Squirrel came yesterday, frozen stiff, I invited him in but he just took a couple of nuts and stumbled across the deep snow, sideways,back to wherever.
He may have made his home under the house of our neighbor- She discovered insulation fluffed out and made into a bed- She had the exterminators come, so maybe this little guy is homeless, out on the streets- sleeping rough.


In the Bellingham Herald today, which is no longer the Bellingham Herald, it is all AP, not much to do with local news, not much to do with journalism- the printers moved out long ago to someplace north of Seattle...It is one of the worst news papers in the universe.


The line drawn cartoon is the one in question.Do you see anything amiss?


Mr. Man had to get out the spy glass to search for the offensive line, after about twenty minutes found it. HAHAHA, we concur !




We have been meaning to cancel The Herald for about five years now but Mr. Man really likes the  structure of walking down to get it in the morning , the usual way to start the day- and I like the obituaries. But I think that this latest dumbness is pushing a cancellation. 

Out the kitchen window this morning. We have more snow than the mountain, Under the foot + snow is ICE. I have not been out since the first of last week, not wanting to "take a fall"...funny how, as we get older, we "take a fall" rather than just fall down go boom. 
 The power lines usually have loads of birds on them, not today...too damned cold!



Tuesday, February 12, 2019

White out , a book, and keto



It is still snowing, through the night and into this morning and now...so, add about three more inches to these photos taken at seven in the morning.

The crows are cranky.


 I have been reading A book about the life /times/ and art of Egon Shiele it is keeping me well entertained --I am NOT out playing in the snow, not yet anyway...must find mittens...anyway, this book is remarkable, though the writer has  too many opinions and judgments that get in the way.
The title says everything about the writer as he names Egon "The Egoist" and turns Egon's work in on itself, never mind, if you can forgive the writer there is a wealth of information in this little book, loads of side notes and art! Plus there is the fact that this writer is not alone in his condemnation of Shiele's character of narcissist.
Other than that I am eating the flax seed bread I made yesterday and getting fluffier by the second- not much else in the house besides Mr. Man's keto food.

Heavy cream, cheese, pork fat, butter, you know, KETO extreme! Not a single carbohydrate is ingested.

It is working wonders for him, truly! His diabetes / blood sugar is in check, no more neuropathy  that was contributing to a difficult bowel situation- It has been remarkable! So, OK, whatever it takes- I am on board- ( good thing I can make bread as I am addicted)
Now they have found the  research that the sugar industry hid since the late sixties- paid lobby and reporters to go after FATS, making them out to be the villains of heart disease and cancer when all along it has been sugar! Studies prove that sugar not only feeds cancer but creates it, Sugar is a heart attack, diabetes ( goes without saying),cancer,  contributing to just about every disease , organ damage, hardening of arteries , bad skin, lack of  brain power, Which may explain the dumbing down of America somewhat...No exaggeration. Science, There are many google-able links to it now.
Of course carbohydrates are sugar, fruit is sugar, everything delicious is likely to be sugar but there is way too much of it- in everything, Addictive to be sure, because we are human- mother's milk is sweet but it is also loaded with globs of fat and other nutrients of course- Fat can balance the effect of carbs, butter on bread, cheese on pasta,  Clotted cream on scones, that sort of thing.
So, Mr. Man is on the right track- and I would not have believed it had I not been here to witness! Kudos to Keto!




Monday, February 11, 2019

six o'clock in the morning,ideal winter weather, old man Baker



Lighter than usual at this hour, The snow makes it so.

Of course it is very pretty, covers a multitude of sins...changes the dismal bleak winter into sugar coated fairy tale images- 
So pleased that the neighbor who is in Guatemala left her Christmas lights on.



The street looks welcoming rather than the usual..


this is the  cute little drift on the deck

Having grown up in the worst climate possible where the weather beat us up daily, this is like the books I read as a child. lyrical, soft, gentle- books  with snow scenes that I thought must be  fantasy. The snow where I grew up blew sideways 80 mph ,ice pellets full of ground up rock- Facial peel anyone? Winter then was a challenge, just bear down and hold on for months on end- more survival than  just the winter blues.

The deer are still traipsing through the yard- the squirrel came, moving stiffly, like a wind up toy , acting drunk but nonetheless grabbed a few nuts and sort of jumped/fell off of the deck.


I swiped this photo from a friend on facebook. Most remarkable natural shadow - Mount Baker, our local volcano.


February and March are the worst months up here, but hallelujah !!! The snow is a reprieve from the doldrums. Quiet, muffled, soup and bread days.
Making flax seed bread today- hoping that my jar of yeast is still alive.
Anyway, no complaints, it is gorgeous out there!
AND I have a monster coat!
All is well.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

bloom, charity sweater, zoo , new heart and old


Garlic on the kitchen window sill decided that it has had enough winter I guess. If I can get out to the nursery in time to buy a pot and some delicious soil I may be able to save these happy little cloves.


On the porch  was a pot of bulbs waiting to be dumped - they were spent. Our neighbors brought them over in full bloom last spring for a feel better thought after the broken neck ordeal.
They had been left on the porch, without any attention whatsoever,  then the freeze came, and most certainly it's days were done... I noticed tiny life in that little pot - brought it in, little chubby grape hyacinths perked right up.



Disposable poinsettias, always nice at Christmas time, They do not do well up here in the North so are usually composted after the holidays. This one was left unattended as well, on the porch, Frozen, thirsty, dying...I brought it in just in time and look what happened!! First time ever, this plant is two  Christmases old at least,  just could not bear to toss it...and look at the LOVE. plants are so sensitive to our needs...



Went to a charity shop , the big rip off one, but found this wonderful Norwegian Sweater, Barely fits because , you know, fat...never mind, wearing it anyway and am keeping nicely warm. 
 Lucky lucky me.



When in London I went to the zoo, because it was just right there, in the middle of my canal walk, Usually I do not bother with zoos, find them sad, and I was correct, The London zoo is dismal. Anyway, this article popped up a couple of days ago and confirmed my aversion . While at the zoo I decided to purchase their cheesy photos  because I will never go there again and this is a once in a lifetime deal!
Totally believable...and that pretty tiger girl... murdered by her new would be  boyfriend...


Here we are headed into a new bright and promising new year! Congress women looking good, Nancy looking great, the Rump looking like a heart attack. Speaking of, my mentor and best teacher just died last night of heart failure and our young miss who was born with half a heart and was failing just got the call yesterday, surgery through the night, she has a heart!! The donor was another youngin' , a nineteen year old university student , slipped on the ice. Damn and not damn.
Be a donor, no matter what sort of bad shape you think you are in, something can be salvaged.
Mr. Man is donating the whole shebang to University medical school, and that is awesome!
Our Jody is in med school there now, doing her rotations, and has all of the admiration and respect for those who donate, The bodies are treated reverently and given a ceremony at the end of the slicing and dicing, live music and singing, words about who they were, thoughts, a moment of silence, and a decent burial in the "garden". It is all quite wonderful.
February- heart time! 

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Chilly ,with a chance of Irish Death



It snowed, not enough to be fun, just the right amount to be irritating, to freeze some pipes and knock the electricity out- this is the best idea Mr. Man came up with to cope with the bitter cold, a long afternoon snooze under the sheepskin that is actually two sheep sewn together. It's our favorite thing- like being wrapped up in a well behaved bear.


the neighborhood boys are ready but can not find enough snow to slide on for more than seven feet, bummer- school closed for a snow day and there really is no snow.
Maybe it is too cold to snow


I went to the studio to pay rent- the landlord jacked up the rent 25 bucks more a month! That is a substantial hike I would say! 
So here we go- the gentrification of the funky waterfront will soon kick out all of the artists just like San Francisco, and Portland- There must be a gentrification bible somewhere followed by  greedy landlords  to make sure they get top dollar and turn cool and messy  into clean and bland- where everyone dresses well, is tucked in, and is miserably self absorbed.

Anyway the bay was so blue on my way home I had to stop - "say Cheese ,Bay" and it did! 


Nice enough day to photograph the Conference, those folks have been negotiating for about 50 years now, still at an impasse.


the only woman at the table is getting fed up I think.


Irish Death-"It may be near black but it tastes like beer candy, this beer is loaded with a f*$% ton of different malts and just enough hops to keep it in check." 

Clearly she had finished it off so I brought it home to add to our recycle aluminum pile, because I am such a good citizen...

And it seems like I have not been gone at all- right back into same old same old patterns of checking the refrigerator every ten minutes, being a Sissie about going for walks in the cold, not making the bed- eating over the sink, taking baths that last way too long.
Every now and then, when I am dozing off or in  freezing to death delirium, I think about grabbing my oyster card and going for a bus ride across town- Dang, I miss London! 

so, dammit, here I am- NOT going to listen to the Orange Gas blow it out his A....tonight at the very staged  blunderbuss.
I will read it in the funny paper.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

That was one quick trip!


Came home to weather, came home to the crows , gulls, squirrel and jays. They have not been here since I have been gone- They all came today, loads of them. Peanuts and lard for everyone!!

I also came home to our fifth flood, I don't know I have lost count, and Christmas decorations/lights and such still up.


This is the box in the drive with all of our stuff from the basement in it. The wood floors  are totaled.
Good thing  home owners will cover most of the cost this time.


The flight home was splendid! Virgin Atlantic premium which is only 100 dollars more , well worth it! Pampered, well fed and entertained, I watched three pretty good movies- "The Wife" Glen Close is marvelous! I watched a biopic of Blaze Foley, love his lyrics- his life a mess as one would expect, whiskey soaked and dirt...my favorite was Bombshell, about Hedy Lamar, her inventions and the raw deal Goldwyn Meyer gave her... the patriarchal world, pretty much goes without saying. Anyway I recommend it. Alice Phoebe Lou sings SHE during the credits and if that isn't just the icing on the cake!
I watched three episodes of Killing Eve, favorite- black comedy, pretty dark but hilarious.

I sat next to an enigma- the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, also the most helpful and generous.  A talker but very  interesting- initially. When she spun off onto woo woo she lost me pretty much, though her take on  life during these times of change was curious and rather hopeful if you believe that we are spiritual beings on a mission. I made sure she heard me when I exed GOD out of the conversation- The flight was just too long for that and I could not be polite for ten hours .
So, all in all, trip home was - a trip home, the usual let down.I miss London of course- may never get back again, who knows, Brexit is flushing her down  the toilet- what a mess!
There is no floating device large enough to save her from drowning in her own shit.

My stay there was fabulous , the ceiling did not fall down like the last time. Sarah was delightful as always-  Everything worked and that which didn't I replaced or added new stuff.
I am a good renter.
 Lost my credit card the final few minutes of running around- left it at BOOTS.
Last day better than first, wouldn't you say.
 Home again, jiggetty jig- in a half assed way. Now , to catch up on reading your blogs...


Thursday, December 27, 2018

leaving on a jet plane



loose ends tied up , I think, could have missed something but it will not matter once in the air.
Off on an adventure!



All of the times I have been to my favorite city I have never gone to the towers, this time I will.





Tomorrow morning, fingers crossed, and hopes that the flat I have rented is not a dump. Might stop in Bricklane and pick up some fashion fabric to cover my butt.
see you in February.
 happy trails.

snowbed, dumb newspaper, mountains in the kitchen

Two of the fawns sleep in our back yard , under the cherry tree , the best place - protected from wind and coyotes This is their bed-...