Monday, October 31, 2005

Trick!

Repeat from last year.  Sorry, been busy.  :-)

Friday, October 21, 2005

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Saturday, October 15, 2005

Shaggy Mane Mushrooms (Coprinus comatus)

Above is a photo from yesterday afternoon.  Shaggy Mane Mushrooms. In the foreground are second day 'shrooms, background are third and fourth day.  Same fungi, different ages.  They change so fast!  Those that should know say that these mushrooms are edible.  Here is the catch, you have to pick them before they start turning dark or "inky". These mushrooms are also called "Inky Caps". Also, the mushrooms must be cooked and eaten the day that they are picked, or they will turn into a pool of "ink" in the fridge.  Ooooh kay. I believe that I will just let others nibble on these guys, I will stick with photos.

Monday, October 10, 2005

9 Ladies Dancing was my undoing

They just stood there, gesticulating in all their medieval finery but they would not dance. Christmas tree skirt, machine embroidery that I will not finish by the holidays, but I promised myself that this year!  Well, that and a perm and a real bath with sandalwood scented candles and Chopin.

The fella was out of town and a weekend flirted, winking on the sly and making promises.  Free time, mine!  Girly girl time!  No heavy lifting, clean pressed clothes!  Dare to dream girl!

Friday night and a trailer with recalcitrant brakes.  A knight on a white horse (Bill the mechanic) arrives (ok, a white F-250 -- but I was working on the fantasy already).  He disassembles the dragon and announces that no!  It was not the bushings, it was the drums and the slack adjusters and a grand list of parts that would have to be collected first thing tomorrow morning.  Dammit. 

Ok, Saturday morning, load the foul brake drums and dirty brake shoes into the back of the service truck, send Charlie off to pick up parts.  Done! I scamper off to the house to change into clean jeans and to whisk my way through the house preparing to give myself a perm (step one in the weekend of beauty followed by scented leisure)!  By noon, house done!  I begin rolling my hair.  One row from back to front -- the intercom rings.  Assistance and parts are required, so is a change of clothing.  Back in dirty work jeans I trudge to the shop, lift heavy objects and write down part descriptions.  I send Charlie off, return to the house, change clothes, recommence rolling.  Three rows back to front and the intercom rings ... sigh.

Back and forth all day through afternoon into evening by 8:30, back axle was done and I was applying perm solution. Saturday night was not going to be girly girl bath night after all.  Sunday!  Yes.

Sunday morning and the front axle to be done on the trailer.  Bill has it down now and all the parts, I had time to make the nine trollops look like they were moving at least if not dancing.  Standing there, they stood like stumps.  I was willing to settle for standing if nine of them would stitch out without error and before 8 PM so that Icould take my girly girl bath.  5 PM and not only were the ladies not dancing,  the axle and assorted bits refused to reassemble themselves in Bills skilled hands.  Not without me getting dirty four times and spending 3 hours.

Dammit.  8pm, axle reassembled,Bill gone, candles lit, bath running, scented oil and steam. Sigh, I ease myself into a bath in a room smelling of heaven with the sound of a lone piano caressing the air. I relax, close my eyes, start to drift.  "Squeak, Squeak", Plop.

What? 

Chopin does not squeak, does not plop.  The piano does not chuff either.  I open my eyes, Puppy has "accidentally" dropped his squeaky ball into my bathtub.  Sigh.  I retrieve the ball from my elegant bath of warm water, scented oil and now dog slobber. I throw it out of the room and resume basking.

Puppy returns with the ball, cat follows. Cat jumps onto the ledge over the tub to keep an eye on Puppy.

"Squeak", "Squeak", plop, "SPLASH"!

The cat attempted to stop the ball from "accidentally" ending up in the tub ...

 

Sunday, October 9, 2005

And then the cat fell into the bathtub ...

A microsecond between Chopin etude and Wagnerian opera, complete with dripping fur covered wailing fat lady.

I lunged from the tub, the cat lunged from the tub and we both then proceeded to dry ourselves off and storm off stage to glower.

Mid glower I received an e-mail. A bob-bon written in Scots.  Silly ness.

I started to laugh.  I howled. I needed that.

I may have lost an opportunity for elegance and indulgence but in exchange, I got to see a cat fall into an occupied bathtub.  In retrospect funny doesn't get funnier than that.

Wednesday, October 5, 2005

Ok, Here is the Weird Thing

Look at the middle of the photo above, in the clouds.  I didn't photo shop anything.  Was using a flash and my eye looking through the viewfinder must have somehow reflected onto the optics (is that how digital cameras work?) Either that or someone from above was "keeping an eye on me".  Literally.

Walkies Part 2

Buddy comes wandering back after doing his thing.

Walkies Part 1

After the mullberry tree, pup discovered a mouser in a tree stump.  However, as pup was tearing at the bark to get at the mouse ...

The mouse scampered across an open spot and climbed a tree.  I saw, but I didn't tell Puppy. 

Monday, October 3, 2005

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Sunday, October 2, 2005

Attack by Ham Sandwich!~

To clarify, I was not attacked by a ham sandwich, despite my suspicions as to the intentions of a half spiral sliced ham that I purchased on Friday.  That ham managed to rearrange itself into a provocative shape right there in my deli drawer and despite the plastic shrink wrap.  I always foster suspicions about processed meat products that exhibit signs of spontaneous obscenity.  I shouldn't have used the word spontaneous, for all I know, the ham rearranged itself with some deliberate nefarious intention.  I digress before I even attempt to head towards my point, banner evening for me!

Dinner hour, 5:49 pm on the Sabbath to be exact, the phone rings.  An important message from a political action committee.  A recorded, hired, young female voice, innocent for the gals with just a touch of sexy for the guys but positively dripping righteous indignation proceeds to deliver the message that Ohio Representative Mike Oxley has supported Tom DeLay on several occasions and Majority Leader DeLay has been INDICTED for money laundering (yes the machine said that) so therefore Republicans are evil and no one should vote for a Republican ever (ok, the Democratic machine did not say exactly that, but that was the message).  Hey!  A machine calls me at dinner time on Sunday, they have a get to the point and I mean right now listener, I edited for them.

A good prosecutor can indict a ham sandwich.  Not saying that Mr. DeLay is as pure as the driven snow, but the trial has not even started.  Democratic Political Hay may just be turned into compost yet.  As I had been interpreted by a machine with an important message, I was not in a good mood.  I therefore promised the machine that they were going to be the subject of an entry in my journal.  I doubt the machine cared.

Regardless, while Republicans may or may not be guilty of causing hurricanes and moving money from point A to point B, Democrats are most certainly guilty of violating the sanctity of the Sabath and family dinner hour.  If the machine wants folk to condemn Republicans by inuendo, they can wear the extension of their logic. 

Democrats want to destroy dinner hour and they are against observation of the Sabbath.  Republicans need to hire better accountants and Democrats are out to destroy families and God.

One phone call.  Mighty productive if ya ask me.  Mr.Oxley ya listening?  Want the local Republican party to hold a fund raiser at my place? Just ask!  I have a railroad consisting of industrial locomotives that were either manufactured or worked in the state of Ohio, and I can do food for up to 400 people with a weeks notice.  Just ask.  Send your thank you to the Dems and their mindless, Sabath violating, anti family dinner hour auto dialer.