Yikes!

Two in front porch flower pot one morning, GA

Lighting change

3-5-2023

     Those are not something you want to see everyday, and were just babies. Glad I got pics, and I think that’s when I bought snakebite kits for the house.

      Nothing like that at my house; mostly and rarely random mice, rats, gophers, skunks,  chipmunks, squirrels.  

      Too quiet today maybe. Sleepy. Snowy am, so hello J, goodbye 40 bucks, not that I’m complaining. He’s so worth. Snow is melting fast as we knew it would, and it’s a gray day. Dogwalker the lovely A brought Nola by to play, then Red and had chanced to greet G&L at the end of the driveway, always a pleasure.  Now we’ll go return an Amazon book:  too heavy and misty smelling to keep, unfortunately. Didn’t like it at all, much to my surprise. Les Tres Riches Heures…, always a fave of mine, but not this format. 

ice is nice

 

Tiny, but looks massive, like a glacier

What does that say about trusting veracity of images?

Redux, this morning 8:20

    Up early to take Red to Spaws for the monthly ablution and trim. Had a chance to speak to my girl S, congenitally, about how much vacuuming was enough. We concurred. Enough to avoid dirt and guilt (mine).  She said her kitty tells her when it’s time to break out the big machine, not just spot vac. She helped me feel happier about my similar habits. I really do feel guilty about not vacuuming every two or three days, but not enough to change the pattern.

     Got delicious Mr Bagel for breakfast, but especially enjoyed observing the clientele, including moi, and servers, sounds and smells, the whole atmosphere of the little cafe.

       A is off to optometrist, so with Red at grooming, I’m having a rare totally quiet time home alone.  I’m not doing anything much different, but it feels odd, not referring my movements about the house or even change of posture and seating without referring to mylittle dogs needs or to A’s location and activities in the house and, actually, time. Truly highlights mechanicallity.

Just another prettty

 

Late

Early

     Beautiful bright mild day after last night‘s fresh layer of clean snow.  We took a leisurely mile walk at 1:00 on very wet streets—the sun had had time to melt the snow pack considerably. Red loved getting on top of the drifts and crunch down through them, roll himself in them for some reason, like adding sprinkles to himself.  He played with Luca, just back from a road trip to Fla. K said the little dog loved riding in the car even though they drove through on the trip down.  She’s looking to buy a property there. They visited relatives rather than doing the tourist thing.  

    We also spoke to P, who showed us a black slate valentine painted by a friend, and we waved to G’s wife and granddaughter, as well as to J when we heard Dewey bark hello. Yesterday in the windy cold we greeted three men on our walk, including P, J’s son, and one with a big smile whom we didn’t know. It’s really pleasant and important to encounter neighbors in the ‘hood.

      This is concerning:  A and Red went for a short errands drive, while I napped. I greeted him when I thought I woke up and asked when they got back. He said 5 minutes ago and I already had spoken to him, had said I was awake. He had put Red on the bed. I looked and was surprised to see him there, asleep.    

     I won’t report this to a doc yet, but I want a record of it.  It sounds like that temporary amnesia incident I had a few years ago. It’s scary to me. 

      Mid day after all my usual foolish Sudoku and reading, I wrote emails in support of Mr Trump to him and to Susan Collins. I don’t expect to have an effect on her, but I’m glad I expressed my opinions. 

      I was looking at photos of Mom on my phone last night. None of them are very clear. She’s never smiling either. I wonder whether I look like her at any age in our lives. Not so much beyond puffy old lady faces. I know I smile. Her birth and death dates are within a week. Needful to think of her, keep her memory green .

Inattentive

 

Blood 11-8-22

   I missed the blood moon this morning, and I should not have;  I was awake, but did not remember to haul out of bed or look out the window when I did. My loss.

Foolscap

July 8, 2015, Northport

I on his path, properly attired

     Who says the Chinese don’t have a sense of humor?  I found the following YouTube short to be hilarious.  The original “shows” dabble in absurdity and fun  Then one man and his helpers’ mockery  of “fashion” brings parody to perfection.  Many versions of the video exist.  Monty Python would be so proud and would add one edit  —struts only— to the Department of Silly Walks.

     I would love to know the story behind its making— where is he?  What motivated their production?  If he’s in China, any censor involvement or local social repercussions?  Where did he see the originals?  Any financial profit?  

     But the real point is, watch these on YouTube if you want a laugh, starting here.

     https://youtu.be/dlt-u4DleHs?si=GT5ST1qTpz5CSejA

Mush, puppy

 

Another snowfall, welcome March 1.

Tasty, Red says. And I have on my fur coat.

     Two webinars this morning with G and D.  I’ll report back. I think sis L started a Substack; I was invited to follow her when I was looking at LVL‘s yesterday. I’m really curious, but I’m half afraid to look at it, lest it be political haranguing.  I will check it out and get back to you (me).  Starting to sound like Beelzebub this morning, promising Hassein, I’ll tell you about that in detail later.  We all know, of course, that he almost never did.

Busy enough

 

Curiosity 

    Felt like an ordinary repetitive day yesterday, but quiet is maybe a better descriptor.  Events du jour:

    Good morning contemplation which will result in 3-27 program on Orage’s Essay 8 at PSC.

      Texts with C, I know her new plans now for housing.

   Errands to pharmacy, bank, gas station, with Red of course 

      Sunny walk in park. Bumped into R. His wife L died a year ago; he said he last saw her on March 3. I was just thinking of them last week. He gave me a big hug and said he did not think this was a random meeting. Probably right. I am often surprised by contacts with folks I haven’t seen in a while but think of them and they appear. 

     Scrabble with A in afternoon. Pretty much a tie score. Both pleased, A especially by over 500 points for us. 

      S resolved her problems with deed and bacon burger.  Everybody happy then. 

       Spoke to I about his offensive posts from a few months ago, suggesting he delete them and maybe talk to his dad.  I think they could affect future employment due to intolerant foul language.  Just hope he heeds the warning.

      Rush to PSC for two meditations after a fast supper.  D brought delicious chip bar snacks. And L gave us the happy news that he got a job like the one he lost, pJ!  His meditation repeated reminders not to discount the good we do, and I find that helpful.

        C and Nola visited last thing

        I was sleepy much of the day. 

        This reads like a “roll back the day”  exercise. OK!

Comfort or self calming?

Father…

And son, 29 years later

    Newborn E, no smiles, startled on being awakened from a sound sleep; more important to convenience the photographer than the baby, right Mom?  Goes to show wrongheaded priorities right from the beginning. So sorry, son.  But your grandma got it right with your dad, her baby, A: eyes fixed on him, a little tickle, then  rewarded with a big smile.

     So a repeating question:  Are we put on this earth to fail our children?  I just heard my father‘s voice in my head and he was saying, “I’m sorry.”  I say the same thing to my children in my head so frequently, and I think about my siblings’ children, too:  So many disastrous missteps that their  parents  -I- cannot, could not, or would not prevent. We fail to protect them from errors of their ways or our own. 

   I remember the images of sweet, smiling infants, at least photos:  E, S, I, A, C, D, L, myself,  and I cherish them.  I consider my neighbor’s uber intense efforts to shelter her daughters and admire her for them, with hopes their lives will turn out better for that all-in mother love.  

     But we all suffer. Then laugh in the face of it sometimes, or die crying.  “Bible says, dust to dust. That’s why I don’t dust; might be somebody we know.”

     And, really, I think parental guilt may be what attaches me so closely to my little dog at this time of life.  And here I thought it was love!  Well, I’ve always acknowledged my lack of clarity on love.  Tut, tut.

Who’s running this company?

Edited for the truth, moments ago

     More later. Let’s see what the day brings.  

Wakey wakey

 

Time to get up

Well, maybe five minutes more

     Snow today for another three hours.  I really enjoyed the state of the union address last night, especially the guests and medals awarded.

     I watched body count movies most of the day yesterday and finished one up today. Must say I enjoyed them though. I’m sorry to say it. We do love our violence.