Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Harvest and Preserve Success

Ready to Sample  -  Take one  -  Have a Taste of summer

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


How did that tiny $h - - manage this?  Sami's the little $h - -!  The culprit.
"Sami, You are up for surgery tomorrow".


Lucy checking her new surroundings - months old

Lucy is pregnant.  Looking round as a ball.  I am in shock. What to do? Oh dear, what to do.  Haven't dealt with birthing animals in forty years.  I'm worried.  She only weighs 4 pounds.

 I need no more animals; I'm financially broke caring for them.

Lucy as a pup - sleeping butt to butt with Choco by the heater (pic)
 Sami isn't pictured.  He's maybe shamefaced and hiding. A three pound Macho-Man.  A toy poodle

We all live it up to the hilt before crashing

Yet she is a little doll with such a nice temperament, causing everyone to like her, especially mandogs  ....Sami, I'm going to kill you, you out-of-control heathen.

Me, Tied down?  You bet. 

Monday, November 9, 2015

Potpourri From A Muse

I imagine I should remove some book titles from the list here.  I think it must allow a limited number for no new entries are showing.  Hmm.  I've devoured a lot of books this year yet only at bedtime - a lifelong treat.

Read a couple by Pearl Buck.  "Good Earth" was a fairly good story that takes place in China. "The Angry Wife" was okay; I'm just not into this type of reading, only rarely.  Both stories take place long ago.  'Long ago' is history.  I failed history!  Don't like history for memory is short - darn remembering a bunch of dates. Besides, we are now learning how faulty history facts can be.

 Pondering taking some art lessons this winter.  I've forgotten what I knew.  Out and about one day, I visited a local Art Center.  One room was chockful of paintings and other art objects for sell.  Wow, what talent.  It's a long and dark drive to make on winter evenings though, so I'll ponder some more about this idea.

 My weather is rotten.  Rain, rain and more of it today.  The clouds hang heavy still.  I so dread winter weather  I've been "frizzing".  Layering has begun.  I abhor bundling for winter.  I think I may understand how a polar bear feels.  I suffer from Bundled Slow Wobbliness.  My choice for a permanent garment would be a loose sheet, with a hole cut for my head - oh, sorry, I momentarily recalled those insufferably hot summer days of yore.

Fortunately, last week was great weather wise.  Many outside chores accomplished.  Now I'm tired, yet many still to get done, if  and when the weather cooperates.  Had a yard cohort, a good one.  Money talks.

Took a terrible fall couple weeks ago.  I SPLATTERED!  Surely the pain and bruising should have subsided by now.  Hmm, maybe a brain scan is in order.  One pump-knot still from twenty years ago, so who knows what damage I have caused by my inept movements.  "Elderlyness" does have its pitfalls, no doubt.  My biggest target is my head.  I'm good at forgetting to close a cabinet door sometimes.  Whack!  Sometimes I bleed.

I Learned a New Word

I was reading an article about a former president.  Guess who!



n. a psychological phenomenon in which there is a tendency to persist with one's held beliefs despite the fact that the information is inaccurate or that evidence shows otherwise. This contrary nature shows an unwillingness to admit that the initial premise may not be true.
BELIEF PERSEVERANCE: "Belief perseverance prompts a person to cling to previously-held beliefs even when there is new evidence pointing to the contrary."

Psychology Dictionary: What is BELIEF PERSEVERANCE? definition of BELIEF PERSEVERANCE (Psychology Dictionary)


Actually, this is a rampant phenomenon among the many these days.  So very rampant AND telling.

Neither Free Nor Clean

I used to think,
Water was free.
Then along came the
F U D.

Now I pay
As do all the rest.
They keep telling me
"Its the best"
So what's the reason
That I sneeze,
When turning the knob
And saying "Oh, please"

When the fumes arising
From the flow,
Turns my throat
To a raw burning glow.

And the chlorine breeze
Reddens my eyes,
And the drip of the faucet
Fades my rich brown cloths,
To a tan shade of fresh crusted pies.

Oh my Zees 
Ain't nuttin free, my dear,
Since the year before
This ongoing Squeeze.

We call out "Oh geez"
Yet still pay the piper
For few sips of water.

Oh, please,
Have mercy, feudal lords,
Take us back to the days
When we could afford.
                     - Sissy

Monday, November 2, 2015

She Tells It Like It Is

I love the Maxine 'cartoons'.  Did you know Maxine is based on a real person?  The artist' mother's friend. Yup, she is.  There have been quite a few Maxines sprinkled about throughout my life - telling it like it is. Not sugarcoated.  Thumbs up for grit, guts and bravery, You tell em, Maxine! Tell it like it is.