Monday, September 22, 2014

If you were ever wondering what I'm gonna be like when I'm old...

I make no excuses for me.  Love me or leave me.
And if you choose to leave, thinking that I am a nut, 
at least I still have my babushka and my cat. 

(I really don't go around using the middle finger, but I like her spunk....and her cat.)

Friday, September 19, 2014

Let's update the toteboard......

I dunno where he came from, but there is a big, honkin' bullfrog in the pond.  His presence makes the others a little more skittish, so it's hard to count....

but I'm thinkin' I might have 4 frogs going into fall.

Stay tuned....

Thursday, September 18, 2014

It's not for the wimpy

Did you know that Laura Ingalls Wilder hated to quilt or do needlework of any kind?  Isn't that funny--when I think of the prairie, I think of women sitting around a frame and quilting.   Hmm....I guess not all of them actually liked doing it.

I used to quilt when I stayed at home.  Yep. Belonged to a quilt guild and a bee and all that good stuff.  And I didn't even machine quilt. Nope. I hand quilted.  Hated machine wrestling--and besides, that wasn't really the point, was it?  I didn't think so.  I was doing it the "old fashioned" way--you know, like Laura Ingalls Wilder. That was before I learned that she hated it.

I have a closet where I store my quilting supplies and I keep looking at it all, thinking that I really should just finish all those projects and be done with them.  But, there is a large quilt in there that I started to hand-quilt....and never finished.  Ugh.  I think I shall start with a smaller project.....

Unlike all those stereotypes of quilting ladies, I have found that this is not a hobby for the weak of eyeballs or those who grow stiff sitting.  This is not a sport for the old. No way.

It's been a few years since I got out the hoop and the teeny hand-quilting needles and I have to admit that I cannot see crap anymore.  I have on glasses, every stinkin' light on in the room, PLUS a special light that sits over my work and I STILL cannot thread the damn needle.  What has happened to me?

I can't sit and quilt either.  I get stiff sitting this way or that....I can't hold my work with one knee up here and the other tucked under me.  Nope. The old bod doesn't work that way anymore. can...but I won't be able to get up afterwards.  I used to do this for hours....and be able to move up off the couch. No more.

Then add in the needle pricks on the underhand.  I used to work up a callous so that I couldn't feel the needle under the work, but either I've got really thin skin  or I'm just a wimp now.  It hurts....badly.  On two fingers because I keep switching when one hurts really bad.


Wasn't quilting for old ladies?  I guess not.  I'm finding this really difficult to get back into.

And I'm sorta feeling like Laura Ingalls Wilder.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Oh, looky what I found

I was busy snapping photos of the pathetic gardens and came across this little buttercup.....

He doesn't seem to mind that the garden looked like crap this year. 

I need to be more easy-going like him.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

You just reach a point

Excuse the poor quality of the photo--I wanted to get a photo of Grace and it turned out poorly and then the whole Roosevelt documentary is on and I wanna go watch it...all 700 parts of it....and there is no time to Photoshop the color of her this is what I am left with.


I love that Grace.  She is 17 now, tired and skinny, and pretty much only doing what she wants and eats only what tastes good at the moment.  That consists of cat food laced with treats. Lots and lots of treats.  I don't care--she is old. She deserves the treats.

She is doing well, but you can tell she is tired.  She doesn't go outside much anymore. She prefers to sleep safely indoors on whatever sweater, pillow, or blanket she finds that she likes.  She's all about living good for the rest of the days she has left.  And I see to that.

Her tail is what cracks me up--she doesn't hold it up straight anymore. Nope.  See that little crooked end just sorta hanging there?  That's how she holds her tail now. It's like she is too tired to hold it straight in the air.  The rest of it is sorta up a little bit, but that end part is just too exhausting to get any higher.  It's hilarious. 

Girlfriend is gonna live forever, I swear.  She is spunky as hell, but just cannot be bothered to hold that tail up high. 

I get it.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Goodnight flowers. Goodnight pond. Goodnight frogs, of which I am so fond.

I went around taking photos of the gardens, planning for next Spring already.  Last winter left a lot of plants half-dead and not looking so swell.  This cool and soggy summer left them looking worse than it should.  I plan on spending a lot of time and money at the garden center (s) next Spring, re-working every garden.  I have all winter to plan and dream.

The one thing that looked good was the window boxes on the family room window.  Both me and the hummingbirds agree that this was an exceptional year for the window boxes. 

Oh, and the water lily--it went CRAZY.  Never had there been such  big lily pads, nor has it taken over the pond like it did.  There was no need for water hyacinths this year as the lily pads provided enough cover to keep the pond clear from algae.

Seems so odd to be saying goodbye to the garden so soon.  Oh, we will have some warm days still, but now is the time I stop watering and start clipping back.  Time to start tucking in the gardens for winter.  I'm never really ready to say goodnight.

Frog count is at three.   Somebody remind me of that when I'm trying to remember in the Spring, okay?   

Friday, September 12, 2014

Like Steve McQueen....

I've been walking lately....logging anywhere from 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 miles after work.  I see a lot of stuff on my walks....

I've noticed that in the last few days, everyone and everything is gearing up for fall and winter's approach.  Bees are scrambling for fading flower blossoms and that last bit of nectar. They are downright threatening if you get in their way of food.

Hummingbirds appear with the first sliver of light, feeding often on the sugar water.  And then keep returning until dark encompasses the yard. They are preparing for the migration to....uh...wherever hummingbirds go.

The squirrels are growing thicker coats and scrambling to eat the last of summer's fruit  and whatever seeds and nuts they can find.  Even Hobbes is back in the house, bored stiff, and eating because of it.

The plants are giving their last burst of color and today I saw my first leaves starting to turn.  Water hyacinths and the lily pads are turning yellow.

I realized, the hard way, that the frogs are fattening up too--traveling further and further out into the yard to catch yummy grasshoppers and crickets to build their fat store for hibernation.

Much to my dismay, one poor guy didn't make it back over the fence after a night of hunting.

"Like Steve McQueen?" Joe asks.

"Nope. More like Jurassic Park---'cept he didn't get lucky like Tim," I replied sadly. 

Apparently frog friend had one foot on the ground as he tried to leap the fence. The. Electric. Fence.  Yeah....he didn't make it. That foot grounded him and he got zapped.   I had to pry is fried froggy body off the fence, and felt horribly guilty as I did it.  Damn electric fence.  It killed what it was meant to protect.

I have since turned it off while the 3 remaining frog friends continue in their quest for fattening up. I just hope the opossum and the raccoon don't figure out it has been disabled. 

Another pond lesson learned....the hard way.