Saturday, May 18, 2013
A vast assortment of pictures today--including some baby pics of Miss Karma. Karma was almost three months old when she picked me at the local pet shop on the edge of town. I had looked at the humane society and other pet shops but none of the cats and kittens felt "right". It had to be a cat that would get along with birds because I had Miss Gracie at home. I've had many cats and birds together and trust that I will just feel it and know when it's the right cat. I haven't been misled so far.
Karma didn't vie for attention. In fact, I had to go to her--the unwanted, gangly, too-old kitten--who purred and purred in my arms. She was the last kitten I picked up, but I knew she was the right one. An odd ball of regal attitude, fear, and love.
But Karma was one sick kitty. The vet said she probably was born with the parasites and bacterial infection. She ate and ate like she was starving (and she was) but remained a bag of bones. Does that forlorn, blank expression look familiar? I just saw her looking like that again recently, as you know.
But with lots of medication and tender loving care Karma got well...
...and started to fill out.
Swallows built a nest on top of the light out on our balcony...
...and Karma spent most of her days either glued to the screen door...
...or sitting in the bedroom window entranced by all the bird activity. See the parent swallow sitting on the railing? Karma was more interested in those babies crying for food--LOL!
But she never did the I-want-to-sink-my-teeth-into-that-feathery-morsel teeth-chattering thing that many of my cats have done (even some of the ones who knew not to touch "family" birds in the house would yearn for a taste of outside birds). Karma always had a calm fascination--almost an adoration--for birds.
And--speaking of--here's Miss Gracie. This is the best picture I have of her.
I have very few. She was so difficult to photograph because she was one of those emotionally disturbed birds that pace endlessly and when you came close to her she, more times than not, threatened to bite you.
Here Gracie is on top of her mansion. You might be able to see the sheet of clear plastic I hung off that lamp so she couldn't jump over onto the bookcase. (Gracie was also a notorious chewer.)
After Gracie left...these were cleaned and put in the garage. She had that playpen (on the right) in my bedroom because Gracie truly loved her alone time. I haven't been able to get rid of them all these years because it would be like saying I'll never have a bird again...and I'm just not sure. Even though right now I'd have no room to put one anymore--LOL!
Just like my bike in the garage. Even though it hurts too much for me to ride it I can't get rid of it. It's like saying I will never get any better. I know it's dumb--but the bike and bird cage will still stay in the garage for now. ;)
Miss Karma today. She definitely grew into that long tail and those big ears--LOL!
That's the nostalgia photos for the day...but there's more! LOL! I noticed an orange tag on this car in the parking lot that hasn't moved an inch almost all winter. I had wondered why the office never had it towed away. Looked like maybe they were finally going to remove it.
I thought I'd show you how I dry my roses with hangers and clothespins. Here's one dozen...
...and the other dozen.
Over on the left on my desk hutch...
...you can see a bouquet of dried Mother's Day flowers from years ago. They're still beautiful! I think this is two years worth.
When I was over at Dagan and Leah's I asked Leah if she had a vase she didn't need for these roses when they are dried. She sent me home this orange vase--and I stuck the greenery fill in there for now.
But the tiny lavender pieces are falling everywhere. I think I am going to put them in a plastic bag and strip them of all those teeny flowers--to save for paper making. ;)
Leah also sent some experimental sample lotion bars home with me.
Just used some silicone muffin tin liners for now.
I didn't even know there was such a thing as a lotion bar! Cool! I'm thrilled to be a guinea pig! Leah's thinking about maybe making some of these for when we start the etsy shop up again.
After I noticed that orange tag on that SVX car in the parking lot, I saw a woman stop in the morning to read the notice. She stood there a very long time. She did not look happy. She looked angry and worried.
Later on I noticed this young man reading the notice and opening and shutting several of the doors with a key...but he did nothing, removed nothing...and walked away. He seemed baffled.
Then in the misty afternoon rain it looked like the woman (in the long dress) was maybe the mother of that young fellow. There was a man, too--maybe the father? They walked around the car. Stood by the car. Finally pushed the car out into the middle of the parking lot and did a lot more of what you see here...standing and looking puzzled.
They opened the hood and hooked the SVX car up to what looked like a portable charger right in the middle of the parking lot...for about five minutes. But then they unhooked it...and stood around looking perplexed again.
Finally they pushed the car back and forth (barely missing two separate cars) until they got it headed out...
...and off they went...
...around the corner of the garages.
Next thing one of them came with a different car and drove it into the empty spot that the SVX car had held all winter and spring. I have no doubt they had a tricky time pushing that dead car into a garage somewhere over there.
On rare occasions I have seen cars towed out of here. (A few have been obvious repossessions.) But I have to admit it was interesting to see three people dealing with this crisis who seemed to know even less about cars than I do--LOL! They were successful at removing the car in the end, though. Kudos to them. ;)
The warmer weather has brought out the noisy young male car jockey gang. I counted a dozen yesterday.
Me. I've been working on sewing together the journals since I saw you last--and they are DONE!!
I finished the final one last night. It feels so good to have made my own. Very happy!!
But Karma was even happier. She was absolutely thrilled that I was done tormenting her. There I sat endlessly whipping thread around--over and over again--taunting her--and she was not allowed to so much as touch it. She got yelled at and even swatted once because she just had to see if I was really serious. Absolute torturous hell in a handbasket, if you ask Karma. She was pouting off and on for two days. ;)
The temperature finally dropped into the 70s when the clouds and drizzle rolled in yesterday. We had a grande old thunderstorm last night around 4am. (We need rain!) Today is dark, cool, damp, and there's drizzle if we're lucky--same as yesterday. The dampness has me aching all over (arthritis) from jaws to toes, but I am loving this 70 degree weather!!
I know you can't get as much of a kick out of seeing baby Karma as I do, but I hope you enjoyed it some. I was brand new to a digital camera and this was my new home in 2005. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday. Well, hope you are enjoying your weekend, too! :) :)
"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have."
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Today is a gauzy, filtered-sun morning, but we had several that looked all blue and white since we last spoke.
Several days ago this awkward, skinny, green crane was working over at the emerging apartment building. Doesn't it look like a praying mantis or a walking stick or some other exotic, extremely thin creature?
And this is for Iggy. The orange cones were gathered up last weekend...looks like they were having two very separate parties. Could there be division in the ranks?
Sunday I couldn't leave a window cracked for very long because it was so chilly. Monday it was 93 degrees! Yup--93 degrees! We've had so very few days one could open the windows so far this spring that I didn't want to shut the place up and put on the AC. Instead I gathered my three fans, one by one, from storage and the garage...suffered through the worst part of the day...not realizing what the heat would do to the roses!
Woke up the next morning and all but two of them had collapsed. They didn't survive the heat blast.
Been in the mid 80s every day since (have resisted the AC), so the final two roses had given up the ghost by the next day. They are now all hanging upside-down in the closet drying and will make a sweet bouquet that will last for years.
Meanwhile--this gimpy snail-woman finished gluing the covers. Pressed them overnight with waxed paper in between so they didn't stick together.
I have already learned so much with this project.
- Thin papers do not work well on covers because they pucker, buckle, wrinkle, and are very difficult to manipulate into the proper position.
- I have to take the thickness of the cover board into consideration when chopping corners for mitering.
- The davy board was really difficult for me to cut evenly with my bum arm so I think I'll wait to use the rest of it until Leah has her saw and tools set up in their garage--LOL!
- But--I remembered a lot! Especially--how to actually do the coptic stitch without having to go back and look at the video 150 times!
- I was much better with the glue (had a stack of newspapers at the ready and a wet cloth for my fingers) so that I had much less random, shiny glue blobs on the covers in the end.
- And I just plain totally enjoy bookbinding, even if I am not that good at it...yet. ;)
Another huge benefit to having messed up so many things in my learning process...these journals (the smaller four) have so many flaws that they are not intimidating to me!! Whoohoo!! Plus, having finally been using the small green one I made years ago, I have already learned that there's no way to keep them clean and tidy no matter how hard I try. The misters and various paints just seem to get loose and escape the confines of the page spread at hand every time. Maybe I am just too juicy when I work--LOL!
I also trimmed the one torn edge on all the signatures, organized them, then used the various templates and punched all the holes. They're sitting here on the table waiting to be sewn together...and I already have the waxed threads picked out, measured, and cut. They aren't even finished yet...but I can tell...these four don't scare me. :)
BTW--I have a heavy plastic sheeting that protects the craft table that's always on the table, so that's the glare you often see in my photos. Without it, my wooden table would have been a disaster years ago.
Anyways, what was Karma doing on these hot afternoons?
Trying to catch her 1,040 winks.
But she cannot resist tracking the swallows...
...who are loudly and cheerfully...
...building a home...
...somewhere very close to our balcony.
All the ruckus makes it difficult for a snoopy, bird-lovin cat...
...to get in her five hour nap--ROFL!
She manages, though. ;)
Karma really does like birds. We had a mean little emotionally disturbed cockatiel when Karma was little. Karma would sit by her cage and gently try to put her paw in the big bird home--and Gracie would lunge at her. (I'm sure Karma had probably been bitten at some point early on in their relationship, but that didn't deter her from wanting to play with her nasty, only friend.) Every time Gracie flew down on the floor Karma would follow her all over the place (at a safe distance) meowing to beat the band...begging Gracie to play with her. Gracie would be strutting about squawking--get this cat away from me--I hate her! I hate her!
Gracie hated and was terrified of everybody. I've managed to tame nasty, frightened rescue birds in the past, but after five years Gracie drew blood on me one too many times so that I finally gave up and gave her to a breeder. Gracie was only happier being with other birds--but the breeder said Gracie didn't seem to like boys, either. Luckily the breeder didn't care. She was with the bird society up here and had several cockatiels who just all hung out together and never paired off. Gracie was happy, but still not very nice--LOL! I always hoped Gracie learned to at least trust other birds, poor thing.
Anyways, I digress.
Dagan, Leah, and I have all been waiting for Dexter to come out on Netflix. We made a pact that whoever got disc one of season seven first--we'd watch it over at their place because they have the big TV screen. It was supposed to arrive at my place on Tuesday, but no DVD. Came yesterday, though. So, Leah picked me up after work and we had a Dexter marathon last night! I actually got the first two DVDs--so you know what I'll be watching today. Dagan is going to come by tomorrow and pick up the second one so they can watch it. I don't want to wait--LOL! (And they obviously don't either since I don't even have BlueRay--ROFL!!)
Well, we went from winter to summer, I guess. Possible rain and thunderstorms every day through Sunday is predicted. I've been hearing geese all morning. And here I just mentioned to Leah yesterday how I haven't heard many geese lately and maybe they had all passed through already. Not so. Endless honking geese this morning. Love their flight choir. :)
Sore from my visit, but contented.
Off to watch my favorite serial killer...
Summer has apparently arrived.
Can the mosquitoes be far behind...
Have a wonderful, safe weekend.
"If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room."
Saturday, May 11, 2013
What a dramatic, chilly sky this morning.
The clouds are scooting across the sky in the wind and we're back to hoping for 50 the next couple days, I guess. Seesaw weather. I think a lot of places are getting seesaw weather.
Yesterday was sunny with very few clouds and we got up to 70 degrees. Didn't feel that warm because of the wind, but it was a perfect day. I was surprised with an early Mother's Day delivery!
A dozen gorgeous red roses.
But that's not all!
Two dozen roses this year!?
At first I thought they must have made a mistake...
...but when I saw the single white rose I knew Leah had picked them out. ;)
She knows how I love variety! (There have been years she has gone and picked out every color they had for a multicolored bouquet.) Aren't they lovely! Leah is more than a daughter-in-law to me. We are truly dear friends. :)
I have to put the flowers up so Karma can't get to them during the night because she wants to try to eat them. (Sometimes it's a distinct advantage to have a cat that's too fat to jump very high--LOL!) She cries and begs for them--and goes especially crazy over baby's breath! So ridiculously much so (like a drug addict for an overdue fix) that Leah had to stop adding that altogether a few years ago because I couldn't even go to the bathroom and Karma'd be up on the table chomping and pulling away. I'm lucky she didn't tip the whole vase over--stinker!
This time I noticed Leah had added a whole variety of different filler plants! From that long grassy stuff to eucalyptus. I don't even know what half of it is--LOL! Love that! Thank you, Dagan and Leah. You are the true treasures in my life. :):)
I kept the green tissue paper as future crafting supplies, of course, but I set the big outside paper on the porch...
...knowing you-know-who couldn't last two seconds before investigating.
She took a quick rest...
...as long as she already knew she couldn't reach the flower vases...
...and I was all done dropping leaves and twigs on the floor for her to smell as I trimmed and arranged (she doesn't eat those, they keep her busy, and I don't have to listen to her cry and beg the whole time) and I had swept all her treasures away. Time for 20 winks.
Early Happy Mother's Day! :):)
(To those who celebrate it tomorrow.)
"A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
George Eliot (May Ann Evans)