Thursday, May 30, 2013

This is the signup box for a genealogy website:  I think something is horribly wrong, here

It would probably help if they told you what they wanted in those boxes...if you contact Help it says,  join our forum to find answers to your questions.  However (yep) in order to join the forum you have to be a member,  and probably donate your first born son or daughter to them as well.  You have to laugh though...

Monday, May 27, 2013

Albert at 19

He sleeps now, on the porch, all day.  Sometimes we go out at dark and forcibly carry him inside for the night.  Now and then he forgets to eat,  so I bring him his food outside,  and yes he's hungry,  he'll stand up to eat, then goes back to sleep.

He's still the first one out in the morning and the last one in at dark.  During the nasty cold weather this past week he would spend 12 hours on the porch, by choice, huddled here out of the wind.  I brought him in once but he just turned on his heel and went back out through the cat door.  My porch. I'll stay there, thankyouverymuch.

He's profoundly deaf, if you want his attention you need to touch him.  He still gets up on the bed before dawn and puts his icy cold paws on my husband's face.  I know he's there when I hear the scream.  He gets confused, now, sometimes puzzled about whatever he's seeing.  Is this out?  Oh, well, it looks very nice, I think I'll go there.  Maybe not. Well,  maybe later. I think I'll have a nap now.
Nineteen years.  What a long trip it's been. 

Sunday, May 26, 2013

There has to be a limit

at 6 am the outside temp was 32 degrees.  Happy Memorial Day.   I has my rules about this stuff,  including "i will not mow grass if I have to wear rubber boots,  a winter jacket, and/or gloves" 
I dont care how much the garden needs weeding, it's not something I want to take my woolly gloves off for.  Those are for wearing around the house. 
Boots, too.  The scarf seemed a bit extra.  Too much drama.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Its Been That Kind Of Week (6WS)

I woke last night to torrential drumming on the roof, from  the 57th downpour of the week,  and the distant sound of foghorns.  Nahh, I thought.  That's silly.  What would a foghorn be doing up here

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

I'm Goin Back to Brooms and Dustpans

5 years ago I bought a spiffy hi-tech vacuum for a ridiculous amount of money (for me anyway) and it lasted  until the engine started to smell funny and rattle.  Sooo I took it back last Saturday and traded it in for a newer less expensive but no less hi-tech vacuum.  It lasted two days. 
The bags are crap,  the attachments are hard to put together and it no longer inhales.  (insert smart ass comments here if you must)

Today I went to Sears and picked out a lovely pumpkin colored machine that operates nicely, doesn't require earplugs,  and keeps the fussy parts to a minimum.  Even got  a service plan with it, for once.

Tomorrow I go back to the store where I bought the Royal and see if I can get my money back.  If necessary I will use The Look.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Strange Place to Be In (6WS)

We are in the final stages of turning our property
into a land trust, one step at a time. it's incredibly
complicated, and expensive, and permanent.
The language is new, and slowly becoming familiar,
as are the rules, the boundaries, and our own sense
of what we want for the future of this place. The process
has forced us to think about what we see this place
becoming, and how we can best preserve that.

Without ever discussing it in so many words,
we have still both had the same sense of a mutual
goal. That in itself is fairly rare and kinda neat.

In the meantime we've met some good people who
have our interests and theirs at heart, since the land
is what keeps us here and the land is what connects
us to them. We have, in other words, a common
ground.  Literally.

And now that we're approaching the reality of
turning this land over to other people--even though we
will be living here (with any luck) for many years more,
we will be in a role I have always seen us in, as true caretakers
for the land, responsible for following the rules we've set
up for later users. In a way that's difficult. We've always
gone our own way;  now we have to share, and every step
will be toward a common and personal goal.

A strange place, indeed, to be in. On the inside looking
out at ourselves looking back. A kind of moebius mirror.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Hang Drum

My Life Sometimes is on Rewind (6WSaturday)

My pillow won't tell me
where he has gone
the soft-footed one
who passed by alone

who took my heart whole
with a tilt of his eye
and with it my soul,
and it like to die

I twist and I turn,
my breath but a sigh
Dare I grieve? Dare I mourn?
He walks by. He walks by.

                       --Theodore Roethke*

*This is is from memory,  and I cannot find the actual piece anywhere online,  which is frustrating. 

Friday, May 10, 2013


I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.

When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.

This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.

The water will always fall, and will not fall,
And the tipped bell make no sound.
The grass will always be growing for hay
Deep on the ground.

And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.

Louise Bogan

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Here we go again

Since the Internet swept us all away on an outward bound boat,  the language has been taking its own mysterious trip.   Nouns are now strange verbs: "to office'  "tweet us"  "twitter your response"  'like" this on facebook.   'I heart New York"

A new entry, I ran across this yesterday in an ad for a new and improved cleaning product:  "is your family healthing?"  "Stop just cleaning, start healthing'.  

We have long suffered catch slogans like "the soup that eats like a meal"  and "winston tastes good like a cigarette should"  and now we are enjoined to start healthing.   (puts head on table. sobs.)

Saturday, May 4, 2013

I Have to Mow the Grass (6WS)

May 3rd

                                    which is a  lot more fun than 'I Have To Shovel the Snow"