Sunday, October 13, 2019

a new critter, a new name, other stuff

My friend named her bird "Smudge", he has not been responding  , it sounds too harsh and lands like a thud on his ethereal feathers, I call him Julio, much more melodic , he responds well and sings and whistles ! Still not finger trained but...eventually. I am not sure that my friend will reclaim him when she returns, not sure what sort of arrangements will be made for this major change in her life. 

Below is our winter squirrel, taking over where Pants left off, though he is not as friendly as my Pants.
He is cute and clever and knows how to knock on the door, climb the chair by kitchen sink to stare  me down.

The lanterns have been prolific, I still have the plant , root bound in a pot on the table. I cut these little lanterns to cheer up the window.

There is a deep sadness occurring. Syria has been through lifetimes of horror and grief . Obama dropped the Bush ball and now the Orange Wonder has done his worst, as we know...

Impeachment and jail can not come too soon for the Orange thing and his family - Please.. 

When I was in London in 2015, I joined this protest in front of the Russian Embassy ,  learnt a few things- primarily  that the Syrians did not want American or Russians in their land creating more horror than that which already existed  under Bashar. 
 They could handle the civil war on  their own, Bahsar was terrible but doable, familiar and could be understood.
Then Russia! Then the USA and Nato and now China!
All addicted to the pipeline , our heroin, oil.  
That poor little country of peace loving, Mind your own business,  folks has been obliterated right and left for far too long, there are no heroes , only evil doers.
 Breaks my heart,  love these people.

And so it goes, in this time of crazy- 
Feed the squirrels- take care of a pet, clean the kitchen and try not to bother with that which one has not  one little crumb of  influence. 
If I believed that there was a god, I would  slap him silly.
Nope , no blaming some god or devil, this is all human failings, just like the fouling of our own nest. Humans  are such a sorry mistake.
However, on a  more cheerful note, I will leave you with:

 This graphic  that I found on a site of fails,  took the cake - Humans can be fun, deadly but fun-  

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

let it go

 There are several parakeets  in a large cage  in the lobby of the Medical center where my Friend has been since the eleventh of September. There is also a large black lab named Prince- a trained comfort dog- and two comfort cats that roam from room to room offering...comfort. It is the nicest place in which to get well. Located in an older neighborhood with Victorian workmen;s houses, old established trees ,gardens,and loads of apples.

Of course pumpkins and gourds are abundant. Most of them are give away , like zucchini, just too prolific!

In the yard for the past three days, out the downstairs bedroom window , the buck with the bad leg rests, shifting with the sun.

Our yard and house are fairly quiet.

Tonight will be the last sleep for Cubby, His folks will be back tomorrow from their adventure in a river in France somewhere.- I will miss walking him twice sometimes three times a day- he encourages me to take paths less traveled- This is a photo of ply board and tarp in the alley.

My friend is going to California with her daughter in law for a "holiday" after having been in treatment, She gets out today. She does not like flying so driving for three days will be better. This entire experience has been an education on so many levels- Things I have learnt-

Do not be a bitchy grumpy old person- age does not give you  the right to treat others poorly-

Though, If your brain is compromised , you will be excused- so if you tend to be curmudgeonly be sure to sign up for a frontal lobe stroke- carry on...

Get your house in order.

Check that your exit strategy is sound.

If some one tells you to fuck off- do it.

Give up idea of control, let go, and trust, or don't , just shut up about it. 

Complaining begets more things to complain about.

Pay attention to expiration date.

You are but a speck of dust on the snap shot of life

Seriously , not serious.

Don't be a cry baby

Make the most of everything there is left for you in this brief wink of time.

Do what is  personally enjoyable 
 and don't be a dick.

The last of the posies- it is fall- transition time, impeachment time , send the bastard to jail time. Bring it on!

Monday, September 16, 2019

Frozen in ICE, Expensive hearing

  Always look on the bright side - Keep your sunny side up, walk on the sunny side of the street- every cloud must have it's silver here is something.

Just when I had accepted the fact and the horrendous expense of loosing my Friend's $6,000.00 hearing aids on my way from hospital to nursing home to her house to gather things, to shopping, to getting laundry basket for her, to coming home making dinner...and back again to nursing home to talk with PT and see how friend was settling in- They had vanished!!! I was to take them in to be "fixed", though maybe they only needed to be cleaned- but they were bloody well gone! I retraced all steps taken- looked everywhere, every shop, under the car, in parking lots even in places I had not been, you never know...

I called the audiology clinic, Her warranty had expired, the manufacturer was not sure they made them I figured out how I was just going to get new ones for her and how I could afford $6,000.00 ...

I picked up Cubby, the dog, His folks are in a river in Europe somewhere, for a couple of weeks, I went out to the garden , took a deep breath, and went to the nursing home, to face the bad music. Came home called the Audiology place again...she forgot to call me - I can renew, the warranty for a few hundred bucks and expedite shipping for forty! SWEET LORD and all of his holy chubby angels, I am saved!

Cubby's  Autumn garden

Sometimes maybe there is bit of help from the great cosmos, all I can say is,Thank you JAYSUZ,  Allah,  fat little Buddha, all of you guys
you did a good thing.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

bonk in the front yard, stroked out crazy

In the front yard in the morning, The youngsters playing bonk your brother,
Two of the three  have broken legs that have healed wonky.

This little fight was not a serious one like the one last year when a doe was involved. 
After one succumbed to the other the doe had mosied on.

this one's leg is sideways, but he is the boss.

I have just returned from hospital, It takes so much energy from five people for one person who has had a minor stroke . It was in her frontal lobe and has compromised all reason, memory, and cognition. 
Objects like coins are mysterious, everyday things...Going to a health care rehab tomorrow where, of course ,I hope she returns to a bit of normal.
Dang- stroke is no way to have a good time!

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Ok, this thing again, it would like to be improved upon and so I am thinking  Boro stitching around the outer edge maybe two inches deep. Maybe some Boro stitching on outside of circles.
Color is the dilemma, maybe all of the colors , Rather liking gamboge and purple..I don't know. Stitching will lengthen  the life of this - thing. Make it more useful . 
Being useful and isn't that the deal?

I spoke with my friend  night before last on the phone, She sounded far away, vague, said to come and pick up stuff, I said that I would in the morning...

I called her in the morning, no answer, not unusual, new phone that has mysterious qualities, I drove to her house, her car in front, rang the door bell , knocked, rang again, knocked, looked through the mail slot , hollered, walked around and tried every door, locked up like an Armory.
Came home to call mutual friend to see if they were together, NOPE, 
 Drove to another friend's house who looks in on her now and then and is the only person with a key...nobody home.
Went back to my friend's house, rang and knocked some more, shouted at the cat "Where's your Mama?"
Went to the neighbor's house , asked if they had seen anything peculiar like an ambulance in the night.
 He became concerned as well, and climbed in through a window over the steep stairs to the basement, YIKES, Went through the house and happily found no one, she was not at the bottom of the stairs, she was not lying dead in bed, nor was she unconscious in the bathtub.. those thoughts  occurred to me.

Finally , in the evening, I phoned the key guy and he said that she was indeed in hospital having suffered a heart flutter and minor stroke, he thought.
When she is released I will make her promise to make a key for me, She is 92. As independent, private, and stubborn as she is ,she might be glad of folks checking in now and then especially when the phone is not answered and the door remains still and locked. Bottom of the stairs, dead in bed, unconscious in the tub ,left for days would not be pleasant undiscovered. Or discovered  if we want to get picky...but you know what I mean.
Doctors are not her jam, She has not been to a proper doctor for about 30 years, if she had seen  one she would have realized that  atrial fib gone unchecked causes clots and sends them to brain and brain says , TILT-" I am going to KILL you now".
A lesson for me I suppose, I have not been to a proper doctor for many many years, blood work, pooper check, boobie squish, all of that  annoyance. Sort of doubt that this episode will actually motivate me - think I will wait a few more years , until I am 92 maybe...

and now that I look at the photos of thing, I am leaning toward gamboge and green. What do you reckon?

Saturday, September 7, 2019

more beachy wood,Cod and chips by the bay, compost and lanterns

More aged and weathered,  moss painted wood, Lovely how nature just does it's thing out in the wind and sea. 

Surfs up, and that is about as wild as the surf gets here, Laps like a lake.

evidence of a gull party, pretty sure some crows were invited, The clams never stood a chance.

The nicely weathered water tower-
such a rich color, try to duplicate it...
I guess I would use sap green, sienna, gamboge, and umber.

We stopped at Birch Bay and ate cod on  brioche bun, and chips
Funky sea side.

From there we went to the nursery, this beautiful pile is their compost!
Some things in there I would have rescued- no time for it today...on we go.

I do not have the patience to start from seed, so I bought this lovely and invasive Physallis alkekengi. Also poisonous just in case...
These fascinate me- and I have been impressed with Steve's lantern plant!

All stages of this plant are interesting, There are still a few little whitish pink flowers on this one, it has miles to go, I want to keep it indoors because I love it so much, but that is probably no like for such a wild thing is it. like keeping a cat indoors it's entire life- yes, yes, I know the arguments condoning that sort of set up, but, think about it really, would you rather spend a lifetime in a box or shorten your span living an adventure , out there, in the great beyond!....of course! Our cats have never been confined , they lived a long fun filled, bird killing, rat bringing, injury getting   life , BOSSES of the neighborhood they were. 
A cat with no stories to tell is just a foot warmer.

Friday, September 6, 2019

a get out of town but not too far holiday

We had a good idea, We needed to get out of town but did not want to cross the border so we went to A little resort nearby. Above is a photo from the air, Vulnerable on a tiny little spit of land  joined to the mainland by a narrow road over the sand.

  It is a quiet little place, just right at this time of year with children in school and tourists gone for the most part.
You may be able to detect the mountains in the background, they look like a bank of clouds.

The weather was superb, bright sunny days!

A small marina, boat house and shop for marine supplies with a little grocery  and a place for dogs to "moor" on a big soft bed - bowls of water are everywhere for the dogs. the marina is opposite the lodge where we stayed.
 The resort is the most doggiest friendliest place , the entire lower floor is reserved for  dogs and their humans- they have their own doors out to the grass for running around and  doing business.

 Of course there are boaty Mc Boat things here and there, this HUGE chain has such a beautiful patina, would look great in Stella's garden but we could not lift even one link.

Weathered wood. This would look good in Stella's garden as well, 

  In the evening every evening, there is a beach fire , the resort provides chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers for roasting s'mores. The children have their own pile of beach toys provided in their own area.
- a very user friendly resort, if you like kids and dogs.

 Stella at the top of the stairs. Our room on second floor- beautiful and quiet ...until the builders began working in the morning. Condos crammed side by side in a rush to make money before the sea takes over this little spit of land.

This is the lawn for dogs and humans but mostly dogs. Stella spent a good deal of time in the pool where she was told by a little girl that the rule most important of all is that you may not take toys into the pool. Stella was grateful for that information.
It was a great little get away, just needed a break from  the hum drums...

a new critter, a new name, other stuff

My friend named her bird "Smudge", he has not been responding  , it sounds too harsh and lands like a thud on his ethereal fe...