window sill , dental trays, vintage glass and my little family of fur

Good day , from the window sill,  egg shells from breakfast- saved on the sill because of their pretty color. 

We are free from storage units! Dennis has had many for over 40 years. Easy to not have to think about stuff, just toss it in a storage unit- storage unit full? Get another, it's called addition and multiplicaton. Dennis is a mathematician!  All sorts of rubbish except for two things that were mine- a cedar chest and a 1950's table . The  hand tied rugs  were given up because of moth damage. So, Dennis finally emptied all of his units, took loads to habitat and goodwill and the dump. He did find vintage dental milk glass trays for holding instruments as well as a couple of cool glass objects used in his practice.  he brought those home knowing that I would love them.

 

The thing that looks like a very large ring on my finger was used to steady tiny cotton balls, the other glass tray was used for mixing .

I stuck someone's  card in the ring,  some plastic birds out of the top  top and VOILA! A new thing to make you wonder "what is she thinking?"  Well, the card is unusual in that the lady has a mouse on her neck batting her ear ring and she is fine with that. Also it is a great little vessel  to house wedding cake plastic doves on sticks. What else is one to do with them? 

The fence dilemma is solved everyone  involved is happy. It's purpose is to discourage the raccoons as they have made a toilet out of the side of the road.  Fence will be built. Party is over, sorry little family. The fine for purposely feeding wildlife in this town is $175.00 . (worth it ,actually ,for the pleasure of watching/loving  them) This morning, last video of mother and child eating kibbles on our deck.  The humans are cross, the family will have to stay in the forest from now on. 

( I am probably lying.) 

Blogger has been glitching lately as you have noticed. If Blogger gunny bags I will surely lose main interaction with the world of the best sort of  lovely humans. Also  storage of personal records of this and that in my small life would be lost.  I frequently check my old posts to see what I may have been up to a few years ago or even  just yesterday. Short attention span.

Having grown  up in isolation- I am not a fan . Solitude is a choice - isolation is circumstantial - not the best state to be in.  If blogger crashes and burns , as things are wont to do these days, I may have to take up scrap booking or something to keep my oars in the water.  I still have cigar boxes to dink with and loads of art supplies. I may survive.

anyway- 

Time for a cup of tea- join me , won't you?  No biscuits on hand but I do have a bag of kibble, and crumpets with honey. Your choice. 

Cheers have a beautiful sunny end of summer day! LOVE 

PS- the eye guy said that I could only be gone for about a week so my fantastic trip across the Atlantic will never be reality. Farewell England, Goodbye London. Thou shalt not see me again.