Thursday, September 29, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Haiku For a Panic-Stricken Hour (6WS)
my password was lost,
locked out of my blog, oh my
and now Im not. Why?
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Worth the watch
A montage of video and still life photography, animals, nature,
ten years in the compiling. The music can only enhance this.
Enjoy.
Richard Sidey photography
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Once more but with puppets this time (Thursday 13)
1. Kukla
2. Ollie
3. Rootie Kazootie
4. Kermit
5. Miss Piggy
6. Farfel
7. Howdy Doody
8. Mr. Bluster
9. Mr. Moose
10. Bunny Rabbit
11. White Fang
12. Pokey (Gumby's horse)
13. Gumby
new thursday 13
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
One of the perks
Dubious though it might be, one of the perks of being a Google/Chrome person, is that on your birthday when you open up Google on That Day, there is Google spelled out (very loosely, I might add) with birthday cakes and muffins, and I thought, oh, damn...
and sure enough, under it, it said Happy Birthday...
And of course the mister got me a nice card, the kind you have to hunt for, the kind he is willing to dig to find--not mushy, not goofy, but exactly right. =)
and sure enough, under it, it said Happy Birthday...
And of course the mister got me a nice card, the kind you have to hunt for, the kind he is willing to dig to find--not mushy, not goofy, but exactly right. =)
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Thursday, September 8, 2016
That's all, folks! (Thursday 13)
Bambi
Goofy
Bulwinkle
Bugs Bunny
Br'er Bear
Rocket J. Squirrel
Deputy Dawg
Donald Duck
Road Runner
Wile E. Coyote
UnderDog
Mighty Mouse
Dumbo
Thusday 13
Monday, September 5, 2016
The magic of sleep
From the time I was very small until maybe twenty years ago I was a difficult sleeper. Once I went under, I was pretty much unwakeable until morning, but it was the process, the getting there, that caused the problem.
That hamster wheel in the brain would spin and spin, and when I finally reached the perilous edge of sleep, mental fists clenched, my husband would suddenly vault out of bed or decide that Now would be a good time to come to bed, and FLING the covers back, and by the time he had settled himself I'd be wide awake and staring all over again.
Words would be spoken. Ugly words.
And then one day I decided to rearrange the bedroom one more time. There is a fireplace in the room (called the "four oclock fireplace" because in the days of open fireplaces and bitter winters someone would venture upstairs in late afternoon to see if the rooms were chilly enough to warrant a small fire until bed time--I've done the same thing, in years past) and if you could see your breath, you started a fire. By this time, however, we no longer needed a fire in the bedroom, thanks to three stoves downstairs and better insulation, so I moved the bed across the room, blocking the fireplace, and thought no more of it.
That night I climbed into bed, turned once or twice, and next thing I knew I was looking at the sun rising in the east window, which was now directly across the room from us in the new view. Whoa. What. Just. Happened. Here.
If you've ever had bouts of insomnia, you can appreciate that feeling. It happened again the next night, and the next, and twenty years later it is still happening. I never get over it. All I can figure is it's some kind of Chinese placement, called F'eng Shui, that directs you on bed placement, door and window positions, all of that, and from what I've read, it seems I may have found it myself without realizing. And in all my years of sleep problems, as I recall, I had never before slept facing east windows. East walls, yes. but never east windows themselves.
The downside is, I'm afraid to move the bed.
That hamster wheel in the brain would spin and spin, and when I finally reached the perilous edge of sleep, mental fists clenched, my husband would suddenly vault out of bed or decide that Now would be a good time to come to bed, and FLING the covers back, and by the time he had settled himself I'd be wide awake and staring all over again.
Words would be spoken. Ugly words.
And then one day I decided to rearrange the bedroom one more time. There is a fireplace in the room (called the "four oclock fireplace" because in the days of open fireplaces and bitter winters someone would venture upstairs in late afternoon to see if the rooms were chilly enough to warrant a small fire until bed time--I've done the same thing, in years past) and if you could see your breath, you started a fire. By this time, however, we no longer needed a fire in the bedroom, thanks to three stoves downstairs and better insulation, so I moved the bed across the room, blocking the fireplace, and thought no more of it.
That night I climbed into bed, turned once or twice, and next thing I knew I was looking at the sun rising in the east window, which was now directly across the room from us in the new view. Whoa. What. Just. Happened. Here.
If you've ever had bouts of insomnia, you can appreciate that feeling. It happened again the next night, and the next, and twenty years later it is still happening. I never get over it. All I can figure is it's some kind of Chinese placement, called F'eng Shui, that directs you on bed placement, door and window positions, all of that, and from what I've read, it seems I may have found it myself without realizing. And in all my years of sleep problems, as I recall, I had never before slept facing east windows. East walls, yes. but never east windows themselves.
The downside is, I'm afraid to move the bed.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Testing testing
this will show you how fast your computer downloads and uploads stuff, which is sometimes comforting, sometimes not.
https://www.speakeasy.net/speedtest/
just for fun. Select a city nearest to you and hit the button. the test starts automatically, download and upload. It's kinda neat.
https://www.speakeasy.net/speedtest/
just for fun. Select a city nearest to you and hit the button. the test starts automatically, download and upload. It's kinda neat.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
This old house keeps gettin' older (6WS)
And so do I...
This summer's project (which started last January with the Mouse invasion) went from a new ceiling in the kitchen (which didnt have one at all) to "let's finally finish the walls in the kitchen and paint it" and that segued into new window casings, a twotone grey color scheme, and about 9/10ths of it is done.
Also discovered a talent for putty-and-paint which, while limited, is amazingly satisfying. We takes what we can get, here.
While we were painting and putting stuff up, I had this nearly uncontrollable urge to begin speaking in a bright cheery voice the way the lady on This Old House does when she and her husband are redoing a room somewhere. "Gosh, Jack" she chirps, loudly, sorta like a kindegarten teacher, "this blue paint is REALLY going to make a huge difference in this family room, you think?" "Yes, Mary", he responds, "And I really like the way this paint (Can label prominently displayed) just glides on, no brush marks, no roller skips." and they both laugh delightedly.
He never once sighs resignedly when she slips and the loaded paint brush whaps into the newly installed sliding door window glass...she never pokes fun at him when he cuts the last piece of lumber too short (probably because he doesn't cut it at all)...I tried that voice just once and my husband looked at me for about two seconds, shook his head, and turned on the sander.
I dont intend to do this again so I might as well make a good job of it now. =) And this winter, golly, I get to make curtains. =) =)
This summer's project (which started last January with the Mouse invasion) went from a new ceiling in the kitchen (which didnt have one at all) to "let's finally finish the walls in the kitchen and paint it" and that segued into new window casings, a twotone grey color scheme, and about 9/10ths of it is done.
Also discovered a talent for putty-and-paint which, while limited, is amazingly satisfying. We takes what we can get, here.
While we were painting and putting stuff up, I had this nearly uncontrollable urge to begin speaking in a bright cheery voice the way the lady on This Old House does when she and her husband are redoing a room somewhere. "Gosh, Jack" she chirps, loudly, sorta like a kindegarten teacher, "this blue paint is REALLY going to make a huge difference in this family room, you think?" "Yes, Mary", he responds, "And I really like the way this paint (Can label prominently displayed) just glides on, no brush marks, no roller skips." and they both laugh delightedly.
He never once sighs resignedly when she slips and the loaded paint brush whaps into the newly installed sliding door window glass...she never pokes fun at him when he cuts the last piece of lumber too short (probably because he doesn't cut it at all)...I tried that voice just once and my husband looked at me for about two seconds, shook his head, and turned on the sander.
I dont intend to do this again so I might as well make a good job of it now. =) And this winter, golly, I get to make curtains. =) =)
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