There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark



Thursday, August 27, 2009

Bambi love....or not....

Steve has been gone for a few days. For most of the summer he has been CEO of bird, squirrel and Bambi feeding. Steve is up early every day....and I am too, thank you very much, Steve.....and the Bambis are used to being fed by 6:30 at the latest.

I have managed to sleep in every day this week....wow, until 6:45 today....and so the Bambis have been fed later. The Bambis know Steve; know his smell, the sound of his voice, his gait.....whatever it is that makes Steve OK and safe to a Bambi. Me? Not so much.

Yesterday the Bambis were not happy with me; and this morning they were just plain old irritated. This was the greeter.....
Here are the girls that were waiting behind the greeter......nothing worse than a group of irritated, hungry, pampered does.


If you watch and listen carefully below you will see and hear their displeasure.....lots of foot stomping, hissing/hacking at me and while it looks like I am close, when I pull the zoom in you can see I am quite a distance from them. I had already filled their bowls with corn while they impatiently waited behind the trees and ferns. Deer are not nice to each other when it comes to....well, pretty much anything. Watch as one doe kicks another one. Steve comes home tonight; he can have his job back.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I hope these aren't the doggie days of summer.....

It has been a lovely summer this year. It hasn't been too miserably hot and I haven't had to crawl under the bed to be cool for a minute or two....I also haven't had to keep a wet towel around my neck...something my kids always hated to look at.

We actually have had some small success with gardening....and I mean small in the literal sense. We have played in the dirt, Steve has used his big auger on the tractor numerous times to make holes for trees and even the weeds thrived this year with out any help from us.

All is green and alive in the Selle Valley. Umm, except for that dead transplanted little tree there in the foreground.

Lookie here....a cute little green delicious apple.
Peaches; lots of rosy peaches.

My sunflowers are growing and growing and as of this morning they are almost ready to bloom. The windows are 6 1/2 feet tall so I figure the sunflowers are close to 7 feet.

Onions that Steve puts in salads and mixes in with his scrambled eggs.....they are yummy.
Only one sad little tomato....and it has a scar at that. We failed tomato 101.

Potato plants!!!!! And lots of weeds. I don't like weeding....almost as much as I don't like mowing the lawn.

Oh my goodness....look at the potatoes Steve dug up.

We created a hybrid potato...call it the Ken and Barbie potato. Let's get this in proper perspective. Golly gee...think of all of the possibilities...scalloped potatoes, soup potatoes, boiled for potato salad, let's fry 'em up...they were good. They made less than one decent serving.
This gardening season is coming to a close because this was the temp this morning at 6 AM....yup, that reads 38. We are starting to have those large temperature swings......80 during the day and really cool at night. I hear those dogs barking at the end of summer. Or maybe it's a squirrel barking.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The truth about Cats & Dogs......sorta...

The cast of characters:

Emma; Guido; Petey; Mom

Mawwwm, that little dog is in our room. Ooeey, he is sniffing our litter boxes.


Guido, tell mom what that dog is doing....now.

Dude, mom. What Emma said.

Well, hello Petey. Are you in the kitties room sniffing litter boxes?

No? I'm not?


Emma, Guido. Petey said he isn't in your room. Sorry. Chuckle, chuckle as mom shoos Petey out of the cat's room.

And Guido. You don't call me dude ever again, OK?

OK. Sorry du....Mom.


Saturday, August 15, 2009

Marking time.....

It's the 40th anniversary of Woodstock. I wrote a post about Yasgur's farm a few years ago.....part of it was for sale.

There have been several TV shows in the last week about Woodstock....I have seen two. Ummm, they were so-so. Of course you all know I was a grownup when Woodstock was happening. Did I go? That would be no. I was married with three small children.....but, I was there in spirit.

I was not a 60's child specifically....I was way too responsible. I let my hair frizz a few times and I loved peasant blouses, long skirts and earth shoes. I went to a few love-ins at Griffith Park, danced a bit but only inhaled second hand smoke.

What makes me a real part of the sixties was my love then and still of the music of the time. I still have lots of vinyl....several concert programs and some pretty awesome memories of those concerts.

I have seen to name a few: Jethro Tull, Zeppelin, Leon Russell, Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Grand Funk Railroad, Black Sabbath, CSN, Neil Young, America, Stevie Wonder when he was "Little Stevie Wonder" and was escorted on stage with the help of a bunny hop line of half naked young girls, Big Black, Ritchie Havens, Country Joe, and Jackson Browne when he was a small club act.

I identify with the 60's and 70's. I grew up during those years....literally and figuratively. I had my last child in 1969. I bought my first home not too long after that. I got through another bad marriage by listening to those vinyl 33's. I wanted to be at Woodstock. I just couldn't physically get there. And then there was the shower and toilet thing......


Wednesday, August 05, 2009

He really is color blind.

The setting: Sears

Cast of characters: Steve, rosemary, salesman

OOOOO, look sweetheart, there it is. The perfect fridge and it's on sale!!! How much more is it in black?

Umm, I think sixty-seven bucks.

See, sweetheart? Isn't it perfect?

Why do you want it in black? That won't match anything.

You're right, sweetheart. It will only match the stove, microwave, dishwasher, the cart and the cubbies with those baskets.....let's get it in white. You wanna write it up (she said to the salesman).

In black or white?

She was heard whispering to herself: Dear Lord, save me from these men.