Tuesday, July 31, 2007

My life is so boring that I am not interested in it. So let me bore you.

I had been feeling pretty good. Had. Then yesterday, the allergies hit me up side the head again. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

The bunnies are all well, except for the little wry neck. His condition hasn't changed, but he eats and poops and moves around. Bobo's eye looks great, considering. And Ramsey's little brown is as tame as she is.

It's hot, high's around 90 degrees. I stay inside and knit on the socks. I got this far the first time, before I realized that they were too small. What is it with all the ripping out???

I've since finished the gusset on opus #2. The tubular cast on looks really good! This pair will go to the Kentucky State Fair.

And for you Buster fans out there, here is the Demon Dog hisself.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Etsy. Plus, Advise.

Guitar lesson today! Three chord stardom, here I come!

Please visit my other website. Look at the products page and click the link to my online store.

Please do this even if you don't care about spinning.


Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. (Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.)

It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbors'newspaper, that's the time to do it.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.

Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a darkside and it holds the universe together.

Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else, so don't be
irreplaceable because if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted; and if you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of mortgage payments.

Everyone seems normal until you get to know them, so before you criticize
someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them,
you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.

Never miss a good chance to shut up, as a closed mouth gathers no foot.

And remember, if youtell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.

If you lend someone $20 and never see that personagain, it was probably worth it.

Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield so never test the
depth of the water with both feet and if at first you don't succeed - skydiving is not for you. (Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.)

Monday, July 23, 2007


I don't know what has gotten into me. Really. I actually worked on my other website today, editing content, adding photos and all that. I even investigated shopping carts and PayPal, until I remembered that I have an Etsy account already. Doh! I'll work more on it tomorrow since I will need to take photos of my fibers and then be prepared to spend serious time online, since I have dial-up. (High speed is still a pipe dream for this very rural, but developing county.)

I buried the little guy yesterday. He went peacefully. I am reminded of the scene from Lawrence of Arabia in which Lawrence has to execute a fellow whose life he had just saved. Essentially, the guy was meant to die; his number was up. (And by the way, wasn't Peter O'Toole absolutely gorgeous then?) NancyNeverSwept, rest assured that Anna won't be bred again. Of course, I didn't intend for her to be bred this time, but I reckon the girl just had to have it. And Stubby was quite studly. Valerie, thank you for all your comments. I do what I can for all my bunnies, big and little, angora and other. Sometimes my heart does break and sometimes I wonder why I do all this. But I love my bunnies, I like taking care of them, and they are wonderful creatures. Plus, I am trying to earn a little money off their fuzzy little backs. (See above.)

This is an old picture of Fuzzarelly, but as far as I am concerned, it speaks volumes.

I have been feeling good lately. Sweetie and I have laid off the booze for a couple of weeks now and I am convinced that I shouldn't pick it up ever again. On the other hand, I could also merrily drink myself to death, given any opportunity. Especially in the dark of winter. But it's high summer now and I feel fine.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

The Good and Bad

After lunch yesterday, I hit a wall so I crawled into bed and was out almost immediately. Three hours later, I awoke - not knowing where I was or even what time or day it was. (I hate that disoriented feeling!) I remembered dreaming about road blocks or obstacles of some sort, but these things only slowed my companion(s) and me down - we continued our journey. Anxiety dream or warning? Either way, the dream seemed to say that shit will happen but all will be okay.

I haven't mentioned the yard babies in some time. Remember the little white lion head? That one has a sibling, a brown non-lion head that I have dubbed Bobo. They are Bambi's kits. Bobo developed some sort of wound on his left eye two weeks ago which at first I thought was just a bunny fight bite. It got worse over time but I was never able to get close enough to really see it. Neither Bambi nor her kits let me get close.

Then there is Ramsey, the girl who was slated to be python food. Ramsey is sweet and tame - she will let me scratch her head most days.

She had Stubby's babies underneath the apartment building next door. The first I knew of it was seeing four little guys (two black, one white and one brown) frisking on the concrete stoop over there. Of course, I put out pellets and water for them all.

A little over a week ago, I saw a white object on the hill by the apartments and sure enough, it was the white baby, still alive but hurting. He had developed wry neck and although I knew it was hopeless, I brought him home and made him comfortable. He's still with us but is not improving. Shortly after that, I was seeing only one black fella along with the brown one. I don't know what happened to the second black guy.

So, there were four baby bunnies on the loose and one of them, Bobo, needed attention. I set the live trap out back, baited with pellets - no dice. They weren't falling for it.

And then, I was able to capture the Apartment Brown. I was putting out pellets for them one morning and Brown came right up near me and began to nibble. Snatch! and into protective custody he went. He is just like his mom in temperament - sweet, calm and gentle. He had two bot fly larvae on his back, but otherwise seemed fine.

So. Yesterday. After I woke up from my sudden slumber and had gathered my wit, I went outside because it was so pleasant. (We had a cold front blow through Thursday night and the sky was clear and the temps were below normal for July, in the low 80s with a nice breeze.) I piddled around, checking on the critters. Ramsey and Lion Head were posturing, not exactly playing. I tried to get close but they always moved just out of reach. Then Ramsey sat on top of the Lion Head, completely covering him and I made my move. Snatch! and into protective custody he went.

A little later, I took some pellets up to the apartments and saw that the black one had ventured farther away than normal from its hidey hole. I approached him from the front. He didn't just bolt like he's done in the past, but he still wasn't letting me get too near. I gently chased him for about five minutes until he fell for the "Look at the left hand while the right hand grabs you" ploy. Snatch! and a squeal and into protective custody he went.

Only one left.

Sweetie quietly pointed out Bobo to me; he was by the back door with his mother. I thought, "Well, let's go for it." I tried to stay on his blind side but he was wary and I honestly didn't think I had a chance. He finally ran behind the day lilies by the house and under the redneck insulation where he was trapped. Snatch! and into the examination room he went. Instead of a huge festering wound with an infected eyeball that I expected, I found a ginormous bot fly larva just to the rear of his eye. The hole it left could have held a marble! Once the wound was cleansed, I could see that his eye was fine, really. There was no other injury - it had been the bot fly larva all along.

Can I say this? I feel pretty damn proud of myself! I captured, bare-handed, three bunnies in just over an hour. Four altogether. I was particularly happy to have the Lion Head in a cage because she is so unusual and being albino, she would not have lasted too terribly long in the wild. In addition to her "mane," she has long tufts of fur on her haunches and her hips. (Those look like saddle bags.) I'm also glad to have Bobo fixed up.

So. That's all good news. Now the bad. Anna Nicole's little baby is dying, in the same manner as her previous litter. Remember my feeling, my hunch? He has been less active. His fur isn't right somehow. This morning, I found him cool and still, huddled in a ball. He is too weak and uncoordinated to move. His eyes are dark.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

The damn shawl...

...is done, blocked and everything.

Finished size is 52" x 20", enough to cover the shoulders and upper arms. The border turned out moderately well; I'd grade my effort a C+. If I were to knit this pattern again, I would be sure to have enough yarn to make it longer, at least 60". Also, on the border, I would have slipped the first stitch on each outside edge. Lastly, there are too many border repeats on the short ends, so I would reduce that number. (It only makes sense as there are fewer stitches vertically than horizontially.) Live and learn.

I had never made a shawl like this before, rectangular with a knitted on border. I rather like three sided ones, round and square ones made from the center out. These all can make good use of color changes. The first type, not so much. I have spun a half ounce already of hot pink Fuzzarelly Fiber, merino/angora/silk. Not to beat my own horn, but this stuff is so easy to spin and to spin fine, at that.

Socks are what I will make next, though. I need to make something small and I'll use Trekking XXL in a pretty self striping pink and grey. I plan to use a tubular cast on this time, as I found this tutorial online. Looks easy enough.

Today, I had my first real guitar lesson. I practiced diligently during the winter and early spring and then...I lost focus. Also, my calluses. The teacher has experience in all genres of music and likes to teach each student what that student wants to learn. Me, I'm of the garage band/front porch type, so I have my three chords in 3/4 time to work on for next week.

I am guarded as to the prospects of the baby. Nothing I can put my finger on - just a feeling. He's eating and all that. Mother's milk is drying up so I am supplementing with goat milk. I also let him out of his plastic tub for a constitutional after meals. Buster, as usual, is on duty.

Monday, July 16, 2007

More Bunny Stuff. Plus, Odd Bits

The baby's eyes are open and he's scootin' around.

Kola was suggested for the unnamed January bunny. I like it, but it made me think of Koko, which was dog that my x and I used to have. But then I thought of KoKola and I loved that! If you are from the south, you understand.

I am still clipping bunnies; guess there might be five left to do. Let me tell you - I'm exhausted. It's been all bunnies, all the time lately.

How people treat you is their karma. How you react is yours.

Which reminds me of my late friend Jeff: He died as he lived -- in his sleep.

Alcohol Was Involved (From News of the Weird)
Andres Vasquez, 20, of Verona, Ky., initially told the 911 operator in May that someone had "thrown" his truck on top of him, but he finally admitted he was drunk, had had a one-vehicle accident, was trapped upside-down and was in dire pain, fading in and out for over two hours to the dispatcher. The operators pleaded the entire time for Vasquez to just say where he was so that they could send a rescue party, but, as the Kentucky Enquirer put it, "When repeatedly asked his location, (Vasquez's) answer was always the same: 'I'm under the (expletive) truck.'" (He finally gave a clue and was rescued.) [Kentucky Enquirer, 5-18-07]

Friday, July 13, 2007


Knitting on the melon shawl continues. Don't know if I have made a complete mess of the border, but I'm not ripping out or stopping except to spin more yarn. The next thing I knit will be hot pink or purple - anything but drab.

The baby is still in his plastic bowl on the kitchen table.

I get mommy out twice a day and let him latch on to feed. He's a spaz; very active and jumpy even with eyes still closed. I won't name him until he's at least 3 months old. (I really try not to get attached to these problem children - they can be heart breakers.) Of the January bunnies, I'm ashamed to say, one is still nameless. There's Sheila, Candy, Salt, Pepper, Bud, Spike, Bongo, and Icky Thump. So that only leaves one black one. Any ideas? And I have yet to name the two surviving March babies.

Heizen wants to say "Hi!"

Monday, July 09, 2007


The most interesting thing, to me, about knitting is that there is always something new to learn. I am learning how to knit on an edging - knitting it onto the center panel of current shawl. Even after reading through the instructions several times, it still turned into blind following for the first few rows until I got my brain and hands around the technique. I am still intrigued by the construction of lace, so this shawl - dull brown though it be - is still interesting. So far.

What is it with the brown lately? Almost all my shoes are black. Most of my purses for the last 20 years have been black. I bought a new pair of sandals and they are brown. Since Heizen nibbled my old black purse until change was falling out of the bottom, I also bought a new purse. Brown strap and trim with a cloth body. And this latest shawl is brown. After the late seventies, I vowed never to wear brown and/or rust ever again. And here I am spinning brown yarn and wearing brown shoes.

The runtling lives still.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Yoshimi. Also, breathing.

Yoshimi posted on the blog saying it would be neat to spin some of my bunny fiber from Yoshimi. Yes, I do sell my bunny wool, but I won't have any of hers available until next shearing, which won't be until the end of August.

Regular, right-off-the-bunny angora prices are $4/oz. for prime, $3/oz. for short, and $2/oz. for combings. Each bunny gives a variety of grades at every clipping, rather like a sheep. If you are interested, Yoshimi, email me at fuzzarelly at epowerc dot net.

One of the nice things about living in a rural county is that when I called the doctor's office Friday at 8:45 to make an appointment, saying that my asthma was acting up, the receptionist asked if I could be there at 9:30.

The word Asthma apparently set their game plan, because first the aide and then her boss bustled around me. My lungs were listened to and questions were rapidly shot at me. Then the nurse practitioner updated my history and she listened to my lungs, looked in my ears and down my throat. She spoke about getting me a nebulizer. Finally, my doctor arrived and listened to me breathe and looked down my throat, pressed my sinuses, and asked me what was up.

Long story short. The doc doesn't so much think that I have asthma, but rather asthma-like symptoms that are set off by allergies and anxiety. She put me back on the Aunty-depressant but at a lower dose. She prescribed a nasal spray for the allergies and gave me two samples. She said my lungs sounded fine, not like lungs with asthma. Remember, I have been off the Aunty-depressant for about a month and the asthma-like symptoms have worsened for that month. Here it is, a few days later, and I am feeling okay and breathing fine. Haven't used the inhaler since Friday.

I find it fascinating how one's body can manifest the effects of allergies and stress/anxiety. Like hyper-ventilating and difficulty breathing. Like eczema on my hands.(!) Both of those are recent. Stomach upset is an old and familiar indicator. When I was younger, it was a feeling of almost losing control of my mind and body. Or that feeling of dread that occurs as one chugs up that first big hill of the roller coaster, waiting for the bottom to drop out from under me. So much for the grand plan of getting off all my medz. Anyway. Maybe now I can get back to having a life.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Aptly named...

Poor Anna Nicole. She's a rabbit disaster-magnet if I've ever seen one. There's been the usual stuff like ear mites and fur mites, but she also has one clouded eye (obtained after leaping to freedom from her cage.) She had the maggot episode last summer and a bot fly episode this summer, and two litters with no survivors. Oh yes, and the horrible sore hocks last fall that grossed me out so much that I couldn't write about it.

Anna had been living on the front porch, caged, for quite awhile with Nicky and Spike. Because of the heat, I moved all of them to the back yard the other day.

This morning, she kindled 5 babies - one of which was viable on discovery. In fact, he was crying and screaming, cold and covered in mud.

How did this happen? Who knows, except that at some point, for a few seconds, she hooked with some guy. Maybe Stubby? Her last litter lived for three weeks but failed to thrive, so I have no great hopes for this little guy. I'll do what I can for him. It's bittersweet.

Shawl knitting continues. My gauge is off, too big, but it is lace after all. Look at Jean's Knitting Blog. Her melon shawl is smaller than gauge.

Knitting, and a little spinning, is all I seem able to do this week. The great Energy Burst of last week has dissipated as the allergy sickness and asthma have returned with the higher humidity. Ugh.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The Ballad of Sweetie and Me

Sixteen years ago, today, my divorce from The Pygmalion was final. What I seem to remember most was how adrift I felt. For the first time in my life, at age 34, I was not under the aegis of some man. I was free to have my own ideas and opinions and to make my own decisions. I was terrified. I was on cloud nine. It was a scary new world.

Back then, my studio was in a warehouse in downtown Atlanta, about four blocks from the state capitol. I stayed with Marika that first night in April when I suddenly moved out, and Judy graciously put me up for a few weeks. I spent a couple nights in a sleeping bag in the warehouse. Then JuJu the Cat and I moved in with an actress acquaintance that needed a roomer, not necessarily ugly.

July 3rd, 1991 the actress asked if I wanted to go to with her the next day to her dad and step-mom's house to watch the fireworks on the TeeVee and to eat a great meal. I demurred; I didn't know what I wanted to do. She kept at me, and the clincher came when she said that her brother would be there (he'd just gotten into town) and that step-mom Frankie was a good cook. A really good cook.

The next day, the 4th of July, we drove from downtown Atlanta to the far flung suburb of Marietta (pronounced May-Retta.) The food was delicious and abundant. The brother was interesting. The man actually listened to me and he wadn't ugly none, not that I was in the market, you must realize. I remember remarking that my last husband would indeed be my last husband.

That man, that brother, was Sweetie. He was 27.

Two weeks later, I called and invited him to a movie and he agreed. He was delighted that instead of the current chick flick "Thelma and Louise," I wanted instead to see Arnold in Terminator 2. I remember that he paid for my ticket and opened all doors for me. What a guy! He kissed me on my door step (and lips) that night and asked if he could see me again.

There you go. Six months later, he moved in with me and on July 4, 1993 we got married.

Monday, July 02, 2007

Fiber eXchange Guild, etc.

“If 50 million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing” ~ Anatole France

Fiber eXchange Guild is not about cereal swapping. Or serial swapping, either. But fiber swapping? Getting warmer. FXG is about bringing together fiber farmers and fiber consumers; i.e. if a person loves fiber, uses fiber, or raises fiber, then one is invited to become a FXG member.

There was a Louisville Courier-Journal article about FXG last week.

FREE OFFER: I have at my disposal a two-week free trial of Netflix. I love me some Netflix, that is for sure, so be the first to email me at fuzzarelly at epowerc dot net and I will give you the Magic Code.

Speaking of Netflix, we saw The Tick, Volume 1 over the weekend. When I placed this in my queue, I thought it was going to be the superb animated version from the 1980s of the comic book super hero. Au contraire! Seems there was a live action series on Fox in 2001-02 that my quirky radar somehow missed and this is what we watched and guffawed at. Highly recommended.

The Tick is portrayed by Patrick Warburton, who played Elaine's (car mechanic) boyfriend on Seinfield. With my background, I was entranced by the costumes and since I am also attuned to the weird, I loved the concept and the reality of the Tick's friends: Arthur, the Mothman, Captain Liberty and Bat Manuel. (How many ways do I love that character??!!)

In other, less punctuation driven news, I am maybe halfway done with painting the easy part of the front living room. Sweetie seems to collect hats, so I thought it would be good to just go ahead and focus on the hats. And maybe keep them being squished.

The hard half is yet to come. All that crap and all that dust. Even Buster. Can't wait! Help me.

Also, I am entering hand spun yarn and knitting in the Kentucky State Fair. Blue ribbons, here I come!

If you ever wonder why I walked away from the big bucks of movie making, read Shannon's post.