Friday, August 18, 2017

Friday Mix

DH went to the doc for labs today and hopefully get his BP taken. I think his pills are too strong. He could hardly drag himself into the house yesterday. His BP was 98/68! He came home after 8 hours, but was ready to come home at noon. I believe it's the new pills. I remember when the docs were trying to get me regulated, years ago, it was, "Let's try this one," and , "Let's try THIS one." I was in hell for several months. (I need to do that again, but I'm a tad apprehensive.)

 I took this shot a couple days ago. Tacky wouldn't hold still, of course, but I wanted to show how DH's tomato was growing behind her. It's planted in the ground about 3' below the level of the porch. It sort of climbed the wall and through the railing. It still has blossoms and several tomatoes. That plant didn't get staked and it has spread in several directions. I bet we have gotten over a peck of tomatoes off just that one plant already.

 Sorry this is fuzzy. From my chair, I couldn't tell what it was, so used the camera (through the dirty window) to identify it and took some shots. I don't recall ever seeing that woodpecker looking for bugs in the grass before, but I suppose there are bugs for them out there as well. I don't see them very often here.

I sort of wish I could "see" the eclipse. I suppose I could hitch a ride with someone to Nashville. Kind of silly though. I can watch it on the computer, just as well. I guess Nashville will have have about 1:28 minutes of total eclipse. Hardly worth the trip for me. It will be close enough here. I guess a lot of folks are going to make the drive to get closer. Hate to think of the traffic jam of those last minute watchers. Ha ha.

Y'all have great weekend!

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Jill's Special Day

Today is Jill's 'Gottcha' day. Eight years ago, today, we answered an ad in the paper from an animal shelter for a puppy. A supposedly half chihuahua puppy. It's kind of a family joke about our Taco Bell dog. Okay, the people lied, but I fell in love with her there and told DH I wanted the pretty one and Jill came home with us that day.
That first day, Aug. 15, 2009


Taken yesterday, Aug. 14, 2017
She's as sweet as she looks. Oh, sure, her puppyhood was a real challenge, but that's just a distant memory. and she's making up for it now, in sweetness.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Baby Steps

Hold it there, this is my first attempt in unknown territory, please, keep your criticism to yourself! I did find a place to do this. I still haven't figured out the pencil. No real instructions, again. I doubt they make instructions for old ladies who have never bitten into an Apple before.

Today is my birthday, 72 - quite an accomplishment for me, never thought I would see the day. DH is taking off early, is his birthday too, so why not? We have a chocolate cake and ice cream and plans for a big pizza. (It's okay to plan for the pizza - it's already in the refrigerator, so barring the house burning down, we will have pizza!)

Have a good day, y'all! 

I'm gonna need help eating this!

Thursday, August 10, 2017

New Toy

My son sent me an early birthday present. Yeah, something new, something strange, something very alien to me. This little gem came with no printed instruction. At one time, while playing with it, I saw something that referred me to some app for help. Somehow, I lost that and cannot find it again. I started to try to put my email on it and hit a wall - it was asking me for something I never heard of and can't remember. I know, I should have written it all down. I spent the better part of yesterday trying to figure something, anything out. I did learn how to do the finger print lock/unlock thing. That's about it. I have a long way to go.

He also sent a pencil to use with it, he wants me to tell him how much I like it. Hmm, I need to get to that part first. I see wavy, shaky lines in my future. Artwork? Doubtful.

I'll need to get some kid to come show me how to use this thing. I can't find a "back" place to push, slide, or swipe. Definitely need help!

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Evening Air

 DH n Tacky
 Daddy Cardinal on guard.
 My Girl, Jill
 Mocking Bird giving warning ...
 Cattle in the meadow across the road
Good, Good, Tomatoes!

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Good Sunday, Folks.

It's hard to believe that summer is acting like it wants to wind down already. The big trees are getting that dark, dirty green look. At night, the bugs are making so much noise that Jill wants company outside to go potty. She was so used to Jack going out with her. Our little garden has sprawled all over the bed. The peppers have pretty much finished doing their thing. The tomatoes are getting smaller. I did make 4 pints of pickled peppers, took me the whole day. (Thought my back was breaking) As long as they last, I have proof that we did have a little summer garden. My "Naked Ladies" bloomed with little recognition beyond a glance. 

It's a cloudy day. The weather forecast shows chance of rain for next several days. I hope we actually get some. It's terribly dry out there, although humidity is a problem. 

I looked through the toy boxes, trying to find a favorite of Jack's. I will put what is left of his tiger in his little box. It's really just a scrap anymore, but it had been a tiger hand puppet that he loved playing with. Jill helped me look and found a couple of her things, which she dragged to her bed.

I think I have the blog settings right now, if not, let me know. Thanks.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Life without Jack

Today would have been Jack's 11th Gottcha Day. It's a sad day for me. I need to turn that around and be happy I had him for as long as I did. We had Jack for 10 years 11 months. He was one of the exceptional joys in my life, a gift lost too soon, but while he was with us I have to say he was a true blessing. 

I still go through crying jags, missing him. I'm working on it, though I don't know that I should hold my sadness in. Maybe I expect myself to 'get over it' too soon. I don't know. 

Jill seems 'better.' She seems to have stopped searching for him. In spite of all the damage she caused as a pup, she must have taken all other clues about living a dogs life from Jack. She rarely barks, or howls the way she used to. In reflection, she let Jack start those reactions first. I have started trying to get her excited when the garbage guys come, when the O2 man comes, when the UPS man is driving into the driveway. I get a happy, tail wagging response now, but no loud barking the way she used to. Jill is almost a different girl.








Pictures are mixed up. I will not be commenting, this is hard enough to do. Thank You for your patience. 

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Taking a long break

I guess I need some help getting out of my funk. Missing my Jack, new medicine is screwing me up, it's so freaking hot, the house is so nasty, and I can't do a thing about it and DH won't. So I am shutting down, but not closing completely. Sorry.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Sleep

The thunder rolls and a light drizzle sprinkles the landscape. I guess this has been going on for some time. I sort of slept in, like 13+ hours of sleeping in. I suppose I needed it. I feel like I could crawl back under the covers until morning. It sure sounds perfect for sleeping. I find I have a sore throat and chest full of crud. So, okay, I'm sick or something. I have no ambitions or plans. Sorry. Give me some time ...

 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

I'm all around boring...

So, I got my report back from 23andMe. Where  DH's is, I don't know. There is nothing exciting going on in my family, nothing I was surprised about. Like me, my family didn't seem to get around much. Ha Ha. I suppose I was hoping for an odd bit of blood from exotic places, but no such luck.
I hope you can read this okay. There is more junk, but no biggy, says if I don't have hair on my back(God Forbid) I have a certain Neanderthal genome from relatives with hairless backs. O-kay ...

Enjoy the rest of your day! 'See' you tomorrow!

Works for me!

Thanks, Friends! The butterfly whatzits must be card holders for some sort of big affair, perhaps a wedding or the spring prom. That sorted, I won't feel bad about taking them apart to use the butterflies for my collage.
 Works for me! The pair hold the card up beautifully. If this isn't what they are for - well, too bad. Thank you all for helping me muddle through.

Have a good day!

Monday, July 10, 2017

Whatzit?

The mess is still here in my room. I just haven't had it in me to do anything with it. I almost had DH throw it out in the garbage, but I know I will feel better one of these days, just not right now.

So, I came across these butterflies. I set them aside that day, thinking I could use them in a jewelry collage. But, the question is this: What are they? I wouldn't put them in my hair, no one in their right mind puts springs in their hair. Right? The single ones obviously lost their springs. Can anyone tell me what they were for? They are about 3/4" together.
Have a good day.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

I knew it!

I knew I was stepping in doody, or caca or a dog pile when I posted my latest post. It's been something I have been wanting to say for a while. If you don't like it, leave. I am tired of pussyfooting around trying not to say the wrong thing.

I am not a republican or a democrat or any of those odd groups. I do know when I don't agree with some people's thinking. I have never been 100% in agreement with any of our leaders. BUT, I have never been so ashamed as I am now of today's leaders!

Anyone who says, "Let's make America great again," is inferring that we were not. Well, he got his wish, NOW, we need desperately to become great again. 

I'm not going to debate, these are only my feelings, thoughts. 

History Lesson

Copied from Facebook:
Greg Kellogg
“I am a witness to history.
“I cannot tell you that Hitler took Austria by tanks and guns; it would distort history.
If you remember the plot of the Sound of Music, the Von Trapp family escaped over the Alps rather than submit to the Nazis. Kitty wasn’t so lucky. Her family chose to stay in her native Austria. She was 10 years old, but bright and aware. And she was watching.
“We elected him by a landslide – 98 percent of the vote,” she recalls.
She wasn’t old enough to vote in 1938 – approaching her 11th birthday. But she remembers.
“Everyone thinks that Hitler just rolled in with his tanks and took Austria by force.”
No so.
Hitler is welcomed to Austria
“In 1938, Austria was in deep Depression. Nearly one-third of our workforce was unemployed. We had 25 percent inflation and 25 percent bank loan interest rates.
Farmers and business people were declaring bankruptcy daily. Young people were going from house to house begging for food. Not that they didn’t want to work; there simply weren’t any jobs.
“My mother was a Christian woman and believed in helping people in need. Every day we cooked a big kettle of soup and baked bread to feed those poor, hungry people – about 30 daily.’
“We looked to our neighbor on the north, Germany, where Hitler had been in power since 1933.” she recalls. “We had been told that they didn’t have unemployment or crime, and they had a high standard of living.
“Nothing was ever said about persecution of any group – Jewish or otherwise. We were led to believe that everyone in Germany was happy. We wanted the same way of life in Austria. We were promised that a vote for Hitler would mean the end of unemployment and help for the family. Hitler also said that businesses would be assisted, and farmers would get their farms back.
“Ninety-eight percent of the population voted to annex Austria to Germany and have Hitler for our ruler.
“We were overjoyed,” remembers Kitty, “and for three days we danced in the streets and had candlelight parades. The new government opened up big field kitchens and
everyone was fed.
“After the election, German officials were appointed, and, like a miracle, we suddenly had law and order. Three or four weeks later, everyone was employed. The government made sure that a lot of work was created through the Public Work Service.
“Hitler decided we should have equal rights for women. Before this, it was a custom that married Austrian women did not work outside the home. An able-bodied husband would be looked down on if he couldn’t support his family. Many women in the teaching profession were elated that they could retain the jobs they previously had been re- quired to give up for marriage.
“Then we lost religious education for kids
“Our education was nationalized. I attended a very good public school.. The population was predominantly Catholic, so we had religion in our schools. The day we elected Hitler (March 13, 1938), I walked into my schoolroom to find the crucifix replaced by Hitler’s picture hanging next to a Nazi flag. Our teacher, a very devout woman, stood up and told the class we wouldn’t pray or have religion anymore. Instead, we sang ‘Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber Alles,’ and had physical education.
“Sunday became National Youth Day with compulsory attendance. Parents were not pleased about the sudden change in curriculum. They were told that if they did not send us, they would receive a stiff letter of warning the first time. The second time they would be fined the equivalent of $300, and the third time they would be subject to jail.”
And then things got worse.
“The first two hours consisted of political indoctrination. The rest of the day we had sports. As time went along, we loved it. Oh, we had so much fun and got our sports equipment free.
“We would go home and gleefully tell our parents about the wonderful time we had.
“My mother was very unhappy,” remembers Kitty. “When the next term started, she took me out of public school and put me in a convent. I told her she couldn’t do that and she told me that someday when I grew up, I would be grateful. There was a very good curriculum, but hardly any fun – no sports, and no political indoctrination.
“I hated it at first but felt I could tolerate it. Every once in a while, on holidays, I went home. I would go back to my old friends and ask what was going on and what they were doing.
“Their loose lifestyle was very alarming to me. They lived without religion. By that time, unwed mothers were glorified for having a baby for Hitler.
“It seemed strange to me that our society changed so suddenly. As time went along, I realized what a great deed my mother did so that I wasn’t exposed to that kind of humanistic philosophy.
“In 1939, the war started, and a food bank was established. All food was rationed and could only be purchased using food stamps. At the same time, a full-employment law was passed which meant if you didn’t work, you didn’t get a ration card, and, if you didn’t have a card, you starved to death.
“Women who stayed home to raise their families didn’t have any marketable skills and often had to take jobs more suited for men.
“Soon after this, the draft was implemented.
“It was compulsory for young people, male and female, to give one year to the labor corps,” remembers Kitty. “During the day, the girls worked on the farms, and at night they returned to their barracks for military training just like the boys.
“They were trained to be anti-aircraft gunners and participated in the signal corps. After the labor corps, they were not discharged but were used in the front lines.
“When I go back to Austria to visit my family and friends, most of these women are emotional cripples because they just were not equipped to handle the horrors of combat.
“Three months before I turned 18, I was severely injured in an air raid attack. I nearly had a leg amputated, so I was spared having to go into the labor corps and into military service.
“When the mothers had to go out into the work force, the government immediately established child care centers.
“You could take your children ages four weeks old to school age and leave them there around-the-clock, seven days a week, under the total care of the government.
“The state raised a whole generation of children. There were no motherly women to take care of the children, just people highly trained in child psychology. By this time, no one talked about equal rights. We knew we had been had.
“Before Hitler, we had very good medical care. Many American doctors trained at the University of Vienna..
“After Hitler, health care was socialized, free for everyone. Doctors were salaried by the government. The problem was, since it was free, the people were going to the doctors for everything.
“When the good doctor arrived at his office at 8 a.m., 40 people were already waiting and, at the same time, the hospitals were full.
“If you needed elective surgery, you had to wait a year or two for your turn. There was no money for research as it was poured into socialized medicine. Research at the medical schools literally stopped, so the best doctors left Austria and emigrated to other countries.
“As for healthcare, our tax rates went up to 80 percent of our income. Newlyweds immediately received a $1,000 loan from the government to establish a household. We had big programs for families.
“All day care and education were free. High schools were taken over by the government and college tuition was subsidized. Everyone was entitled to free handouts, such as food stamps, clothing, and housing.
“We had another agency designed to monitor business. My brother-in-law owned a restaurant that had square tables.
“Government officials told him he had to replace them with round tables because people might bump themselves on the corners. Then they said he had to have additional bathroom facilities. It was just a small dairy business with a snack bar. He couldn’t meet all the demands.
“Soon, he went out of business. If the government owned the large businesses and not many small ones existed, it could be in control.
“We had consumer protection, too
“We were told how to shop and what to buy. Free enterprise was essentially abolished. We had a planning agency specially designed for farmers. The agents would go to the farms, count the livestock, and then tell the farmers what to produce, and how to produce it.
“In 1944, I was a student teacher in a small village in the Alps. The villagers were surrounded by mountain passes which, in the winter, were closed off with snow, causing people to be isolated.
“So people intermarried and offspring were sometimes retarded. When I arrived, I was told there were 15 mentally retarded adults, but they were all useful and did good manual work.
“I knew one, named Vincent, very well. He was a janitor of the school. One day I looked out the window and saw Vincent and others getting into a van.
“I asked my superior where they were going. She said to an institution where the State Health Department would teach them a trade, and to read and write. The families were required to sign papers with a little clause that they could not visit for 6 months.
“They were told visits would interfere with the program and might cause homesickness.
“As time passed, letters started to dribble back saying these people died a natural, merciful death. The villagers were not fooled. We suspected what was happening. Those people left in excellent physical health and all died within 6 months. We called this euthanasia.
“Next came gun registration. People were getting injured by guns. Hitler said that the real way to catch criminals (we still had a few) was by matching serial numbers on guns. Most citizens were law-abiding and dutifully marched to the police station to register their firearms. Not long afterwards, the police said that it was best for everyone to turn in their guns. The authorities already knew who had them, so it was futile not to comply voluntarily.
“No more freedom of speech. Anyone who said something against the government was taken away. We knew many people who were arrested, not only Jews, but also priests and ministers who spoke up.
“Totalitarianism didn’t come quickly, it took 5 years from 1938 until 1943, to realize full dictatorship in Austria. Had it happened overnight, my countrymen would have fought to the last breath. Instead, we had creeping gradualism. Now, our only weapons were broom handles. The whole idea sounds almost unbelievable that the state, little by little eroded our freedom.”
“This is my eyewitness account.
“It’s true. Those of us who sailed past the Statue of Liberty came to a country of unbelievable freedom and opportunity.
“America is truly is the greatest country in the world. “Don’t let freedom slip away.
“After America, there is no place to go.”
Kitty Werthmann


When I hear, "Let's make America great again," it makes me sick. We were great, until someone  began screwing with our government. Now, we are the laughingstock of the world. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Thursday, June 29, 2017

The Jewelry Box (Part 2)

I began sorting, ended up with it all over the bed. What a mess! I really can't remember when I packed up that tote, must be a couple of years or more. I forgot about some of it. Some of the boxes were taped or glued shut. I haven't looked at about half the stuff yet. It was time for bed and I had to pack it up again. I need a bigger room or an addition. There is a narrow path now to get to my computer. Yes, I about time for me to do something with this stuff and not put it all back into the closet. What, I don't know. The last time I gave any of it away, the guy was supposed to send me the cost to ship it. He didn't, he never thanked me either, but had the nerve to ask me if I had more! Jerk!
Just a portion

Some bits and pieces for repair and recreate.

One of the reasons crafters don't tell their husbands what they spend.

As yet untapped. Thinking maybe bead and chain curtain?

I know the little wicker box has real cheap rings, not silver or gold, mainly junk, but new junk. Haha. I know there are literal pounds of old earrings, some clip, some screw, some for pierced ears, some nice and some not so nice. There is a box of pins or brooches. Of course, there are the beads, some glass and some plastic and maybe some wood. (They are at the bottom of the tote.) There is a box of tacs ... from new to old, also a small box of Avon jewelry. 

Maybe I should start gluing all this up for Christmas presents for my kids?
 There are so many dainty things. Would be a way to use up some of those earrings too!

To be continued ...

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Jewelry Box (Part 1)


I like pretty things, shiny things, old things, and am drawn to the stuff like a crow. About 15-16 years ago, I talked DH into funding me a little 'jewelry store' at the indoor flea market not far from our home. I wasn't real sure he would be hot for the idea, as I had tried to have a T-shirt shop a couple of years previous. The T-shirt shop was a losing proposition by the time we invested in the stock, the equipment, and rented a small storefront. Put it this way - We lost our shirts! So when I got this new idea, I was kind of prepared for a heavy boot pounding the floor, but he surprised me and I was able to rent a space by the month.

I had learned about ebay. Using the new computer from the T-shirt shop and hooking up to dial-up, I was able to buy vintage and other jewelry. Here are pictures of the first week we set it up. 

Sorry they are so small. I managed to lose the original sized photos when I changed the last 3 computers. The kids belonged to another vendor.

At first I was worried that my 'stuff' would get lost in there. I brought in some of my artwork to help fill it up. By the time I was ready to close up shop, my artwork was already at the house, and every wall was covered with necklaces, beads, and earrings. The two benches
and display case were loaded. 
I did a pretty good business, although I didn't make a living, haha. I made enough for the cost of my 'stuff' and my
rent and gas. Of course, the name of the place was called The Jewelry Box. It was quite popular and I had a following or whatever you call it, in a short time. 
 My fun lasted from late spring until the weather got cold in October. The owner of the building decided he couldn't afford to heat that big place and said if we (the vendors) wanted to stay open, there would be no heat.
 I packed my broom. I knew I would end up with pneumonia or worse. In the spring, the owner sold out and it became some kind of game spot. Well, it was fun while it lasted!


To be continued ...

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Blueberry Summer?

Not so much. My poor blueberry bushes aren't doing well. I wonder if they are just done completely. The one in the front is completely dead now. From what? Nary a clue. The bumper crop we got last year is not repeating itself. DH picked a couple pints to take to his sister's house and there isn't much left. Not sure if I should get him to plant a couple more bushes or just forget it. It's getting to be too hot and too hard for me to go out there and pick. I don't know.
 DH has taken a couple days off from my nagging and bitching companionship. He's gone off to visit his family. Ah.

The heat and humidity is on it's way once again. I did so like the few days in respite. I can see the air already, ugh.

I can't seem to find my marbles beads. I thought I wanted to string some up for a faux curtain in here. I have a full tote of them - I thought were in the closet. Been dragging 'stuff' out of the closet and haven't found them yet. Thought I'd terminate each strand with a silver charm. I found the charms - most of them anyway. I really could use a strong boy to help me haul all this 'stuff' out of here. I can't seem to coerce get DH interested in helping me.

What an opportunity, no DH to distract me ... I'd love to get a few 'projects' done while he's gone. Thing is, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Biggest thing happening this afternoon is a nice nap after I drag another tote or two out of the closet. Sigh ...

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Lazy day, Sunday



Spending most of my time just enjoying the pleasant day outside. It's about 10 degrees cooler than normal, with a most lovely breeze and low humidity.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Curious?


Thought I would post a picture of what the kit looks like for 23andMe. Our kits came today. We'll do them in the morning before we eat or drink or brush ...
 I hope it's clear enough for you to read it. Says it takes 2-5 minutes to get enough spit. Sounds like fun, will have to look at a cookbook or something. Ha Ha!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Buzzards are Invading!

We have a metal roof. I was sitting here this morning, quietly trying to clear the cobwebs from my head, when I heard something land on the roof. I could hear the thud through all the insulation and thought, wth? I heard several more thuds and got up to see if I could see anything. The thuds came from birds that are the size of a wild turkey landing on the roof.

There was a dead armadillo laying out in the yard. Several buzzards were there. One was trying to tear the animal apart, while several of his gruesome henchmen skulked around the yard as look-outs. Guess one or more of the neighbor's dogs had killed it. 

This was not our first rodeo with dead varmints in the yard. I kept an eye out until DH got home to dispose of it. We don't want another pile of ick for J n J to roll in. 


Feast anyone?

The look-out
 Charming characters, eh?