Saturday, October 18, 2014

We are only Iotas - Itty Bitty Iotas

 "Oh, Such Problems...


How It Really Is"

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Rainy Sunday Ramblings

Oh dear, what a wet time it is.  The rain has stopped only for minutes over the last few days.  I don't ever recall this happening but it could have, I reckon and I've just forgotten.  Been thinking about Washington state, of how it has a lot of rain in the winter.  I love rain but enough is enough, wouldn't you think;  yet, better rain than SNOW. Always wanted to go out Washington way and spend some time.  Years ago we had a friend here, going to college, who lives in Eugene, Oregon.  He painted us glorious word pictures of the area and hoped that one day we could come west and spend time with him and his parents/family on their ranch.

Mr. Smutz  studied for the ministry; has his church in Eugene, far as I know.  He married a local girl here and took her home to Oregon.  I found on the Internet that Carol, his wife, has a meat business, so apparently a ranch is still in the picture. Awhile back I was thinking strongly of them and tried to make contact but never did.  I still think of Irwin as the young man we befriended those years he lived and studied here.
It takes me moments often to realize that all those 'young ones' of days gone by are aged right along with me.  Now all of us are OLD!
.....speaking of OLD...

I dread seeing what has further occurred out in the old store building after all this down-pouring-monsoon.  I've been getting a few items out and cleaned fairly well.  I fear one part of the roof will totally collapse very soon.  Guess I may as well cut my losses and quit crying over "spilled milk".  There is no way to get any of the furniture out through the stuck doors.  I did hope to save my big craft table and my Italian provincial chair though.  Tough luck!  The books?  I have no where to store them, even if I can get them out.  I do treasure my reading materials; so I am fretting.

If I don't soon get out of this penned-in situation, I may totally lose it.  All the puppers have reached a breaking point too.  I know what I need - a raincoat and some good shoes that won't get soaked every time I walk to the mailbox.  Heck, I need some new feet; age is the pitz.  I've walked at least a 'million' miles over the years and my feet hurt so much.

Did I tell you I'm getting huge piles and more piles of tree chips?  Yes, 7 truckloads so far; Oh, boy, am I ever going to have fun in the future with piles of black dirt.  I'm thinking too of going begging for cow barn 'leavings' this fall.  There are cows on the hillside over from me.  I don't know the people but feel they may be generous and share that gold.   Now I realize why my gardening attempts were a failure this past summer, especially after meeting the wonderfully weird lady up-road, with all her producing-pets.  I had already decided there will be no gardening for me anymore but I've got high hopes once again for the coming season ...whenever that will be.  Shucks, I'm just barely into autumn and already thinking of what beautiful goodies I can grow come spring and summer.  I hope to order some heirloom seeds this year.  I took a handful of very old asparagus seed and threw it in one of my houseplant pots outside a few weeks back.  You would not believe the many plants sprouted and thriving today.

Well, I've rambled long enough this dreary evening.  Think I'll settle down and read a bit of my latest book by Adriana Trigiani.  She sure knows how to tell a story.  Surprisingly, so many are based on true facts, although that isn't mentioned; I only discerned this after reading her one non-fiction book. By the way, did you ever see the movie "Big Stone Gap"?  It's hers! It was made in Big Stone Gap, Va too, where Adriana lived when young.  BSG isn't too far from where I live.  Some day when I can afford the gas, I want to take a drive there and check out the small town, see if I can recognize any of the places she writes about in her books.

So, Toodle-ooo.   Hope you are staying dry and warm.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Have a Laugh

                                    "DOG DIARY"
7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:20 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

"Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. B*st*rds!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded."
- Author Unknown

Friday, October 3, 2014

Life is Still Happening -

Revised 10/4
                                         Access or Not
Having been more than two months since I screwed up with my blog and still experiencing several problems with the computer, I debate almost daily to rid myself of the aggravation.  Canceling internet service sure would put a chunk of cash each month in my pocket.  I wonder how it would feel to have no means of knowing what is going on 'out there'?  The internet is my only source.  But who needs the bs we are constantly spoon-fed, or rather shoveled, by the media sources? 

                                 Annual Worry and Woes
Winter coming on soon means we all have to start shelling out for the big heating bills.  As usual, I worry that the furnace will go out or there will be a power failure.  The nightmare of almost dying from lack of heat a few years ago is firmly embedded in my mind.   Since last spring I've thought about having a chimney built, as I have a wood stove setting out in the old store building, which will soon be just a memory- building and stove.  It is  falling apart fast and all the contents ruined or soon to be so.

The problem is I'm past carrying wood and emptying ashes.  Considered propane as a backup but too expensive.  So here I sit doing nothing about the heating issue; a drop  in temperature is due within a week and being at a higher elevation than Tri-Cities airport, where local temperature is calculated, definitely means a freeze here. 

My health is failing fast too.  I can no longer lift much - that "just a brick" is so very heavy now; it took me several days/tries moving bricks from the fence line that were there to keep Charly penned in.  He's matured and no longer digs or trying to escape; he just gives me looks of yearning.  The need to escape oozes away as one ages and debilitates, I imagine.  Thus it is with Charly, me and my others, except our rare "Times of Yearn".   

Neither do I have energy to work but short minutes; the spinal pain is intense, affecting my whole body - except for my eyebrows.  Ha Ha Ha.
                                Waste of Time and Tax
I consider seeing the doctor, then think "what's the use?".  She is not addressing the real problem (the spine) and still refusing any sort of pain relief, doesn't want to battle with Medicare, she tells me.  (OTC med gives me agony of the liver or stomach)

Every visit doc orders blood labs.  Test results shows what's low, what's high.  Problem is Dr. never tells me what is needed to fix anything.  I think the elderly are of no concern to doctors anymore or to anybody else; at least the ones who are no benefit now to society - "useless eater", a good term applied to me.  I have become useless and needless to anyone, even myself.

                                         None and Some
I probably told you my garden was an almost complete failure.  I got quite a few shallots and one mess of Swiss Chard.  Three scrawny tomatoes and a minuscule amount of cherry tomatoes, the size of marbles; the last ones coming on are pea size, literally.  Never before have I seen a ripe tomato such as these  Oh, There are two and a 1/2 long-neck gourds coming along; can't eat gourds though. A first frost will stop their growth quickly - I hope to ART them someday.   I say 'almost complete failure' for I had a fair supply of cucumbers, enough to keep me in 'shredded w/dressing'.  I was able to dispose of a plateful very quickly.  Now wishing the vines hadn't died so soon.

Then along came gifts of tomatoes and an assault on the arthritis!  Am I complaining?  Yes and No.  I was in an ecstatic slurping frenzy for several days after I was given some of the best tomatoes ever encountered, on this "God's Green Earth"; then the joints started screaming out loud.  I bet you didn't know tomatoes aren't good for us.  I never buy them at the grocery; pesticides, gassed, GMO; and those of winter are cardboard cutouts w/no taste.  These given to me had sweet taste and were grown in manure only.  Not a first blemish existed vs my blighted pities.  A hand of friendship was encountered.  

                                 Chance Encounter
 A lady from a few miles up-road stopped by to inquire about my 1/2 gallon jars.  Days later her neighbor stopped by, bought and gifted her with them (what a nice neighbor).  She is using them for dry storage; a dozen with the old zinc lids, all lined up now and holding beans, rice and pasta look nice.

The woman is quite unique.  She had a petting zoo at her place a few years ago and her front lawn was filled with her painted wooden signs; now public exposure ceased but her animals are still there and still happily thriving.  I had always wanted to stop and take the tour but hesitated for I'd heard "she is weird".

Well, "Damn" is all I can say now to that assessment, for she is one of the busiest, kindest, intelligent and creative people that I could hope to ever encounter; plus her loving constant care for at least a hundred pet animals.  Rabbits, goats, horses, ponies, chickens, ducks, a goose (honking greeter), pigs, cats and dogs and a guinea pig.
She eats no meat, age 61 and looks 41.  She moves about with total ease and never has pain.  No time or sole space for a garden, she put seeds wherever an empty spot was available.  I saw plants that were unimaginably huge - the green pepper plant was over my head with leaves big as a cabbage leaf!  Now I know the magic of 'just' manure.

After going for spring water I stopped by and visited with Trisha.  Her home, as much of it I soon had the delight of touring and exclaiming thus to her is a 'museum'; every inch a clutter of order.  Her baby grand and other musical instruments reside in her 'living room'.  I spied a kiln out back.  Another day I helped build  pen to separate two goats and was rewarded with a big bowl of robust vegetable soup, with a half loaf of her Many-Grain bread.  Her kitchen contains twelve small Shih-Tzus, yet it is clean and shiny.  She works relentlessly.  This new friend has quite a unique personality.  I look forward to future encounters with her.  I have much to learn from this bright soul.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Paulo Coelho, “Closing Cycles”

“Closing Cycles”
by Paulo Coelho

“One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”
A version of this article circulates in internet having me as its author. In fact, I did not write it, but I made a few corrections and decided to republish it here. - Paulo Coelho

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Summer House Guest, A Writer

This beautiful creature resided among the house plants all summer 2005.  Summer of 2006 a smaller one resided by the front door.  Fascinated and amazed by the zigzags. 

2+ Inches Small

Information found on internet:
In North America, Argiope aurantia is commonly known as the black and yellow garden spider, zipper spider, corn spider, and writing spider, because of the similarity of the web stabilimenta to writing.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

What a Voice

You may know or not that I don't understand words of a song, so I actually don't know what a song is about.  Even so, I feel I get so much more pleasure listening to the melody and the voice sometimes takes me "out".  Antony's voice is so pure.  He's an English fellow.  I close my eyes to concentrate and the voice soared for me.  Hope you too enjoy.  He's frumpy looking, unkempt hair but Oh!, his voice.  There is back ground information at Wikipedia.  The genre is Chamber Pop - never heard the term before.
Now close your eyes, relax and enjoy the experience.

Antony Hegarty (born 1971), often referred to simply as Antony,[1] is an English singer, composer, and visual artist, best known as the lead singer of the band Antony and the Johnsons.
Antony was born in the town of Chichester, South East England, in 1971. In 1981 Antony's family moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in the United States. Becoming influenced by British synthpop, in 1990 he moved to Manhattan, New York to study at New York University, where he founded a performance art collective (Blacklips) with Johanna Constantine.
Entering a musical career, he began performing with an ensemble of NYC musicians as Antony and the Johnsons.

The Nature of Bitterness

 Often I come across some writing that strikes a chord and will save it in a folder for further reading and study.  Here is one of such.  Who wrote it I do not know but is a good teaching lesson for me and possibly you also.

"Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing. It is natural to feel resentment or anger when life does not unfold as expected. We consciously or unconsciously anticipated one experience, and we grieve for the loss of it when the universe puts something else in our path. Most of the time, we work through these feelings and they pass. Occasionally, our anger and resentment do not fade and are instead transformed into bitterness. Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing and choose instead to identify with our pain. Yet as unwholesome as bitterness can be, it is also a natural element of our emotional palette. When we acknowledge that it is okay to feel bitter, we reconnect with our hurt in a constructive way and can begin the process of working through it.

The nature of bitterness is rooted in the fact that the pain we feel provides us with a rationale. We may feel that we deserve to embrace our bitterness to its full extent. And to be bitter is, in essence, to cut ourselves off from all that is positive, hardening our hearts and vowing never to let go of our hurt. But just as bitter feelings can be self-defeating, so too can the release of bitterness be life-affirming in a way that few other emotional experiences are. When we decide that we no longer want to be bitter, we are reborn into a world filled with delight and fulfillment unlike any we knew while in the clutches of bitterness. The veil it cast over our lives is lifted, letting light and warmth touch our souls.

Divesting yourself of bitter feelings can be as simple as truly forgiving and moving on. Even when your bitterness has no concrete object, you can forgive situations too. Healing pain can be challenging but may be easier if you remind yourself that you are the only entity truly affected by your emotional state. In time, you will discover that letting go of your bitterness frees you to initiate the healing process and allows you to once again celebrate the possibility of the more wonderful life you deserve."

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Dahlia Wasfi

 Anyone Who Supports War Needs To Listen To This -  Dahlia Wasfi