Thursday, November 26, 2015

Oh give thanks 13 ways --Happy Thanksgiving!--

1. for air
2. for a heart beat
3. for memory
4. for the surety of a sunrise and a sunset
5. for the cats I know and the cats I remember
6  for the deer in the field
7. the turkeys in the middle of the driveway
8. and now and then an eagle
9. for poetry
10. for rain
11. for music
12. for books
13. for you

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, November 21, 2015

to everything that moves or breathes (6WS)

it becomes a meditation
that thrum you feel
when you live
where high water flows

meditation of earth
the gifts we take
the gifts we give back
what we keep for ourselves
it's all good

every point on the compass
connected, mind and fiber,
to everything that moves or breathes
salt from the sea
spit from the rain
part of the monkey the whale
the now and the lost
what touches us once touches us forever

to lie on this hill
look up at the stars
feel the earth move
not under us but with us
like riding a turtle
into the darkness
when we die we go back
to ground
return as rain, as snow,
as part of a wind
bending wheat in a Russian field
stylized trees in a Chinese landscape
or sunflowers in the rain

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Charlie dreams of summer

The only back history a cat has is his own.  As does any animal, actually.  We are, with perhaps the exception of whales and dolphins, the only species that remembers what happened before we were born by word of mouth,  reading,  poems, family histories.  
You can, if you're careful and patient,  figure out why that dog you just got from the shelter is so afraid of pianos,  or resents men wearing hats, or why that lovely cat will quietly disappear when strangers show up wearing boots.  

I wonder what he remembers beyond the bad stuff.  

ohhhh around and around and around...

gosh this is fun,  got the yahoo problem back, and finally removed, now I have to remove the pushy chrome download that wants me to get Chrome for all my other apps.  ::sob:: I dont HAVE other apps.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

heads up

I noticed today that there seems to be a new kind of spammer around,  I've had two people (each with five names) commenting on my latest post:  clicking on their blogsite shows that they have very similar blog lists,  clicking on their profile photo and looking for the image online at Google shows photos that have nothing to do with their blog names.
aha, she said. aha.

I just noticed Ron. Lavalette has one of those, as well.
I think of them as the "Five Namers"--nothing flashy, but the names and the photos dont go together, and the three or four word comments seem oddly placed.

anyone here getting comments from Five Namers, check out the profile image in Google images, see what you get.

I deleted both of mine but there are probably more to come.  Traffic is lovely, but not this kind. (She said, loading salt pellets in her over-under)

Some things don't know it's November (6WS)

Thursday, November 5, 2015

What's next, turkeys nesting on the porch?

This has magically appeared a foot from our front step, It measures about 14"x 12" and yes its a woodchuck hole, perhaps newly created or maybe an old one that they abandoned--there is a smaller exit/entrance down in the dirt itself--I put this plant pot in to let the owner know we found it--even though it really does look unused. Poor choice of locations, I'd say.

And for the past few weeks we've been noticing extreme cat food disappearances overnight. Now, Charlie is a big cat, but not fat and he never struck me as a big eater anyway.  Lately I've heard, especially late at night,  rustly sounds in the walls that were too loud for mice and kept thinking, oh, lord, I hope its not a rat.  Today I had left the outside door open to let the nice weather in--and when I came downstairs at one point there was a very chubby chipmunk on my kitchen counter, cleaning up crumbs from the cutting board.  

We talked about that, and he finally took off out the open door, hesitating on the porch for a few seconds as if to say, well,  are you sure--  

Oh, yes. I'm sure. 

I said to my husband, it does feel as if we're losing the battle, maybe we should move out now before they take over completely...

Ten + Three (Thursday 13)

1. The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessner

2. David Gray ("Snow in Vegas")

3.The Decembrists ("Carolina Low")

4. Pearl Jam "Better Man"

5, Mark Knopfler/Emmy Lou Harris

6. Ray Lamontagne

7. Tracy Chapman ("Baby Can I Hold You")

8. Waylon Jennings/Jessie Colter ("Storms Never Last")

9. Animator vs. Animation

10. "Baby It's Cold Outside"

11. Van Morrison ("Shenandoah")

12. David Gray ("This Year's Love")

13. Simon and Garfunkel ("El Condor Pasa")

Thursday Thirteen

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

A Tale of Two Browsers

Last night I opened up the computer and found Yahoo search staring at me, instead of my regular Google Chrome.  yikes.  It wouldnt go away.  It ate Chrome, it ate I.E.   we did everything, and it kept coming back like a lost puppy.

Late last night I thought I had it fixed, I ran virus checks and scans and Spybot, and all seemed well.  right.

Aside from the fact that I had munged my Chrome (and by default Blogger) password,  and had to start over with a new one, it looked okay.  By 2 AM I was sure.

This morning I opened Blogger, and while I could write posts I couldn't post them. "loading...." it said. "loading..."   sobbing...Then Yahoo appeared again, and ate IE, took it right off the computer.

Ran virus checks again, nothing.  In the back of my mind I kept thinking, didn't I just download Java  and isn't that the one that really really wants you to make Yahoo your browser page...and I was out of the room during the download.  oh dear.  

So we decided that nice new (well sort of) backup from a month ago might be just the thing to use. Wheels whirred,  buttons were pushed,  I paced,  the mister did the button pushing.  He let me turn it on when it was done, and yay me it was back; a bit more October than I needed, and some things had to be updated including, Java.  This time I sat through the process and watched and sure enough there was the already checked off yahoo home page offer.  Not in this life or the next.

I'm older now, by about ten years, lol.  It does seem that the anxiety level this sort of thing engenders is way out of proportion to what's actually there.  We've become so attached to this medium of computers and phones and passwords that if one of them goes all funny, so do we.   All better now, until the next earth shaking crisis.

I guess the bottom line is, always hang around when you're downloading a program, and read those checkboxes, to see what you're REALLY getting.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Thursday, October 29, 2015

I stole this from Ron (the idea not the list)

1.  Don't give me that look
2. Tell me another,  this one's got bells on
3. Don't play with your food
4. Make me an offer
5. Tell me a story
6. Call me later
7. No, you can't use that
8. I can't hear you
9. Hurry, we'll be late
10. Let me see what you've written
11. You don't have to shout
12. A fine mess you've gotten us into
13. It's for  you

Thursday Thirteen

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Well it has been awhile

It's been maybe 30 years since I baked a pie, partly because if I make pie, I eat pie.  And I eat it steadily until it's gone.

This year we had an incredible number of apples, all of them perfect or close to it,  and now that the season is nearly over and the deer/turkeys/everyone else has had their turn at it,  I realized,  if I don't do this now, I may not be around for the next Final Gift.  Last one was beyond memory.

Yes, the crust is lumpy (but good), the apples inside are small yellow ones (unnamed, I have NO idea what they might have been originally) about the size of swollen golf balls, and like a less tart MacIntosh.

Yes, yes, I know it looks like shepherd's pie, but that really is a crust and it really is good...

I'll get over this, eventually.   =)

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Follow-up to the Mouse Drama

Talked to a very nice saleman at Tractor Supply today, about havaheart traps for really small critters.  (this is, by the way, not the season to visit this store  if you have a low tolerance for poison baits, traps, hunting gear and deer bait stations) and we discussed various methods of mouse removal. He's a fan of electric shock.  I'm a big fan of catch and release, let them work their own way home.

He suggested  a tall pail with a bait lure and a little walkway to get them up and over the top. As he said, they can't leap high enough to get back out.  In thinking it over, I realized that they can't, but my cat can.  Good idea, poor ending. However-- I have a faux composition garden pot that is big enough and tall enough to trap a mouse or two,  and if the top were closed off, and upended, there is a drain hole in the bottom they could enter, and be trapped that way.    Paws could enter, but not entire cats.

Stay tuned.  It might just work.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Angry Mice

I had noticed that Charlie's food dish was being emptied a lot faster lately,  and idly considered the idea of mice... then three or four days ago I happened to open a kitchen drawer and found it filled with cat food kibble.

I mean stuffed.

Sooooo I cleaned out the drawer and put most of the kibble back in the cat's dish,  dumped the rest.  scoured the drawer.  plugged up  the space at the back where I suspected they were getting in.  Next day I opened another drawer and found that they had been busy.  Mouse droppings everywhere,  no food, just vandalism.  Every drawer in the kitchen, even places they had never been, had been visited. 
Angry mice, yep.  Mess with our food supply, lady, and you're in Trouble.
Sigh.  I sent my husband to the store for good old reliable DCon, and he came home with something in green gel cubes that was so toxic you were told to wear gloves, keep kids, pets, and hands away from the causes internal bleeding in mice (which seems a particularly vicious way to die) and also in humans and pets if you get it in your system.  Someone told me it was the equivalent of Warfarin.   If I put this stuff down,  the mouse gets some, one of the cats kills the mouse and eats some or all of it, and then dies too.  Really really nice.

I started thinking about food chains here.  If the mouse eats the poison,  and goes outside, whats to stop a snake or owl from grabbing him as live prey?  The snake dies, or the owl dies, and whatever finishes off the  owl or snake passes along the poison in their system too.

He took the DCon back.  Havaheart traps are kinder and definitely safer.  I'm all for catch and release, yeah, its a bit more work for me, (and for the mouse),  but if i can rescue snakes, birds, hornets, spiders and whatever else blunders in,  surely I can do the same for a mouse. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Primes of my life (fudging the challenge just a tad)

3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 37, 41, 43, 47    are the first 13 primes

like Pi,  the list is endless and apparently random

only number strings that end in 1, 3, 7 and 9 are possibilities

unlike Pi, new primes are still being discovered but even with super computers it still takes years to churn through all the numbers in between  is a good source that won't make you cross your eyes to understand

inside the lists are endless patterns, but nothing that you can write a formula for to predict the next one

Thursday Thirteen

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

oh happy happy hallowe'en, joy joy

There is an ad that just sprang up on the radio station I listen to while Im in the kitchen,  and this particular ad is geared toward Hallowe'en.   It's from a place that grows raw vegetables and then freezes and markets them that way as healthy snacks.

Their ad suggested that instead of giving out harmful candy and stuff this Hallowe'en we should all pass out little packets of fresh frozen raw vegetables to the kiddies,  carrots, celery,  parsnips,  beets...

Saturday, October 17, 2015

dry leaves sound like the rain (6WS)

the wind is shaking the leaves loose
everything is in motion

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Even as we speak

he's in there typing up the instructions for me on how to run his Bobcat.  Not only turn it on, but how to turn it off, too, which is not as easy as you might think.   It involves hydraulic hoses, four buttons to just power the thing up, and if anyone makes a sharp remark about "gosh that sounds like my ex..."

Good man. I think he's more worried about the BobCat than he is me at this point.

I just had a flash into the future which is as Terry Pratchett so aptly puts it, "not necessarily a light at the end of the tunnel but a flamethrower" where this very old lady has had to call 911 because she ran out of fuel while she was plowing, skidded into a snowbank, and is now trapped because the door is against a wall of snow...

Thursday, October 1, 2015

to be grateful 13 times

1.  that at 70 I'm in as good condition as I am
2. we had rain yesterday, more tomorrow
3. I'm ahead of the garden, for once
4. that deer come to the apple trees to feed
5. that turkeys march across our driveway as if they owned it
6. maybe the drought is over
7. I'm no shorter than I was last year
8. whatever memory I still have is still spot on, it just takes longer to get to it
9. most of our wood is in
10.  the cats are getting along (sort of)
11. we haven't lost the power lately
12. yay it's october
13. in about 13 weeks more or less the days start getting longer =)

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Across the lake, the loon calls (6WS)


1. across the lake, the loon calls
2. leaves rustle with a papery sound
3. morning fires are becoming evening fires
4. an extra blanket for the bed
5. warm in the sun, cool in the shade
6. look up,  the geese are leaving

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem for An Early Autumn Morning (6WS)


I have forgotten the names of stones
and clouds, the better to admire color and form
without the burden of name
to tell me what I should be seeing.

The classifications for various sedges
and creeping vines have finally eluded me;
taxonomy can never describe the way
a particular grass tickles your skin
when you walk barelegged through a field,
or the delicate arching of seed heads
heavy and ripe along the side of a shady path.

Nor am I now able to recall 
the fifty words for snow
or sixteen words for water;
knowing the subtle differences between ivies
is less important than it was,
and while I hunt for the name
of that strange red bird
it has grown weary of posing,
and flown back to the nameless tree
in the unnamed wood, and mocks me
with its call, for the rest of the day

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bottoms Up (Thursday 13)

1 Beer for My Horses

2 Whiskey and Wimmin

3 One More for the Road

4 Days of Wine andRoses

5 Whiskey Rye Whiskey

6 Bottle of Wine

7 Little Brown Jug

8 The Parting Glass

9 Whiskey in the Jar

10 There is a Tavern in the Town

11 Drunken Sailor

12 Elderberry Wine

13 Scotch and Soda

Thursday Thirteen