Here's one that just can't wait for warmer weather!
Fuzzarelly is Back
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
WHAT'S THAT SMELL?
Haven't been able to string two sentences lately. My fingers hover over the keyboard but there's no itch. I don't even begin. Most of my mentally written blog entries have to do with the coming of spring, the big, blue sky, the interesting gently rolling hills around me, and, yes, bunnies.
All of a sudden last week, my sense of smell returned as did my over all energy level. (Eww! What's that smell? Maybe it's time to clean.) My mood has ratcheted up several notches. The Enthusiastimine appears to have kicked in again after a hiatus of four weeks. I could have been taking sugar pills for all the good it was doing me. I feel better and so I've been working - dyeing and drumcarding angora for Fuzzarelly Fibers. There are puffs of angora absolutely everywhere in the kitchen and front living room, where I do my stuff. Sweetie goes to work decorated in a different color fuzz every day. Little Chick Yellow is the color du jour, and there is a mossy green in the dyepot. I still need some dark orange and brick and more purple. I'm making lists to prepare for my first fiber festival this year. Which is in five weeks. Hello. I'd better be getting my ass in gear.
The weather has been mostly above freezing so watering the barn buns is easier. No toting buckets of hot water to thaw out their water bottles. I have been able to clip several of them. Wool output on some animals is way down from last time. What up? Maybe the cold spell affected them more than I thought.
The babies are five weeks old! I'm hoping that by being in the house since birth, they will be socialized and friendly grown-ups. Now, they are a digestive system encased in irresistible cuteness.
Buster is so funny. He is the babies' self-appointed guard dog.
All of a sudden last week, my sense of smell returned as did my over all energy level. (Eww! What's that smell? Maybe it's time to clean.) My mood has ratcheted up several notches. The Enthusiastimine appears to have kicked in again after a hiatus of four weeks. I could have been taking sugar pills for all the good it was doing me. I feel better and so I've been working - dyeing and drumcarding angora for Fuzzarelly Fibers. There are puffs of angora absolutely everywhere in the kitchen and front living room, where I do my stuff. Sweetie goes to work decorated in a different color fuzz every day. Little Chick Yellow is the color du jour, and there is a mossy green in the dyepot. I still need some dark orange and brick and more purple. I'm making lists to prepare for my first fiber festival this year. Which is in five weeks. Hello. I'd better be getting my ass in gear.
The weather has been mostly above freezing so watering the barn buns is easier. No toting buckets of hot water to thaw out their water bottles. I have been able to clip several of them. Wool output on some animals is way down from last time. What up? Maybe the cold spell affected them more than I thought.
The babies are five weeks old! I'm hoping that by being in the house since birth, they will be socialized and friendly grown-ups. Now, they are a digestive system encased in irresistible cuteness.
Buster is so funny. He is the babies' self-appointed guard dog.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
OVERHEARD...
They Accomplished So Much Less Than That
via Overheard in New York, Mar 3, 2007
Oh -- We Are So Moving to Connecticut!
via Overheard in New York, Mar 2, 2007
Little boy #1: I wish dinosaurs lived in Central Park.
Little boy #2: Dinosaurs aren't real -- they're from the TV.
Little boy #3: Dinosaurs are real, they just live on other planets.
Little boy #2: Like Pluto!
Little boy #1: Pluto isn't a planet anymore. The scientists blowed it up.
--M86 bus
Overheard by: pluto is still a planet to me
via Overheard in New York, Mar 3, 2007
Oh -- We Are So Moving to Connecticut!
Little girl after dropping lollipop: Shit!
Mother: Madison!
Little girl: What? It's not like I said 'fuck'!
--Dylan's Candy Bar
via Overheard in New York, Mar 2, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Marching Onward - Ha Ha!
Okay. I am pretty much over the ordeal of turning fifty. Especially since the Barefoot Spinners actually sang Happy Birthday - out loud - to me - and then offered up gifties. Thank you Betty, Sandy, Linda, Carol, Jerri and Nancy.
I can't really bemoan that my life hasn't been exciting or uninteresting. I have done a a number of unusual things. I have refrained from doing other unusual things but I also admit to many of the common things.
But much time has also been spent waiting - either actively or by marking time in my head only. Waiting for a phone call. Waiting for HIM to call. Waiting for the next paycheck. Waiting for warmer weather. Waiting for cooler weather. Waiting for the job to be finished. Waiting for next year. Waiting for Godot. There are times that I fantasize about being a spy, the kind that tails other people. Sitting in a car and waiting for the subject to act. I enjoy waiting. I enjoy watching.
So, Nancy gifted me with a turkish-style spindle that I am so tickled with! The thing is wood, about twelve inches long with light weight "arms" at the bottom. Looks like a miniature anchor. Played with it a bit and I can see this spindle as one to be propelled by the foot. It comes apart into three pieces so it stores easily, Interesting! I love it!
Unrelated next paragraph.
I have decided that if I have had previous lives, at least one of them was spent breaking rocks and keeping the fire going with Helena Handbasket. Hi! And I am sure that a thousand of those lives were spent manipulating fiber. In some way or t'other.
Non-Paid Endorsement.
I love NetFlix. If I could, I would want to have their baby. I live thirty minutes from the nearest video/dvd store. No shit. Conversely, my mailbox is forty feet away. For a mere $15 a month, I can have two dvds at a time from NetFlix. I usually have one in hand and one on the way. Such a deal! Shipping both ways is speedy, with return shipping prepaid in its own envelope. What's not to love? Just queued up a ton of slightly old TV shows. X Files, Six Feet Under, Millennium. (What do these choices say about me?) (Gloomy and depressed.) TON, they have Boston Legal, too!
Obligatory bunny content: All of the babies are doing well. The fourteen are in a corral in my living room along with Precious, who is the mother to the eight black ones. She has stopped nursing but I don't have a place for her in the barn just now. Need the help of Sweetie for the heavy-lifting-of-cages thing. (Looks like he will be off Saturday!) The only other bunnies in the house now are Murgie and Heizen - so that only makes seventeen in the house at the moment. Not bad.
I can't really bemoan that my life hasn't been exciting or uninteresting. I have done a a number of unusual things. I have refrained from doing other unusual things but I also admit to many of the common things.
But much time has also been spent waiting - either actively or by marking time in my head only. Waiting for a phone call. Waiting for HIM to call. Waiting for the next paycheck. Waiting for warmer weather. Waiting for cooler weather. Waiting for the job to be finished. Waiting for next year. Waiting for Godot. There are times that I fantasize about being a spy, the kind that tails other people. Sitting in a car and waiting for the subject to act. I enjoy waiting. I enjoy watching.
So, Nancy gifted me with a turkish-style spindle that I am so tickled with! The thing is wood, about twelve inches long with light weight "arms" at the bottom. Looks like a miniature anchor. Played with it a bit and I can see this spindle as one to be propelled by the foot. It comes apart into three pieces so it stores easily, Interesting! I love it!
Unrelated next paragraph.
I have decided that if I have had previous lives, at least one of them was spent breaking rocks and keeping the fire going with Helena Handbasket. Hi! And I am sure that a thousand of those lives were spent manipulating fiber. In some way or t'other.
Non-Paid Endorsement.
I love NetFlix. If I could, I would want to have their baby. I live thirty minutes from the nearest video/dvd store. No shit. Conversely, my mailbox is forty feet away. For a mere $15 a month, I can have two dvds at a time from NetFlix. I usually have one in hand and one on the way. Such a deal! Shipping both ways is speedy, with return shipping prepaid in its own envelope. What's not to love? Just queued up a ton of slightly old TV shows. X Files, Six Feet Under, Millennium. (What do these choices say about me?) (Gloomy and depressed.) TON, they have Boston Legal, too!
Obligatory bunny content: All of the babies are doing well. The fourteen are in a corral in my living room along with Precious, who is the mother to the eight black ones. She has stopped nursing but I don't have a place for her in the barn just now. Need the help of Sweetie for the heavy-lifting-of-cages thing. (Looks like he will be off Saturday!) The only other bunnies in the house now are Murgie and Heizen - so that only makes seventeen in the house at the moment. Not bad.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Yeah, I'm as OK as I've ever been...
This past week, I have been just sick. Also very antisocial. The bunnies have been the highlight of my life. I would say Sweetie is, but he is always at work. The rat bastard - out earning money whilst I lay about the house.
I haven't forgotten about Murgie. His coat is growing out and he is as delightful as ever.
And here is the latest addition to my tacky bunny collection.
I haven't forgotten about Murgie. His coat is growing out and he is as delightful as ever.
And here is the latest addition to my tacky bunny collection.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
BUNNY UPDATE
Finally got enough snow to talk about. Barely. There may be an inch on some grassy areas. I like it because, on this sunny day, it makes the outside even brighter. Warmer weather is expected in a day or two, and I'm hoping the forecast is correct as I really really need to clip some bunnies. And move at least two back to the barn. I mean, this is getting ridiculous. (The wires that Heizen chewed through was for the ac adapter/battery recharger. So. I can use the camera after all but I'll use up more more batteries.)
I used to watch Trauma: Life in the ER way back when we had the dish. The show was gruesome but it also filled me with optimism that even horribly icky damage to the body could be fixed. Weirdly comforting. That must be why treating Harry hasn't been bad. Also, he's a very good patient as if he knows I'm helping him.
These are pictures from last night. Notice the big black scabby piece of, uh, scab below his left nostril. Well, it fell off last night and the area underneath is healthy and pink.
Here he is showing his regal profile.
The babies are growing! Seventeen, eighteen days old and just lookie here at the pretty brown one with eyes open. Awwww.
This little guy just crackered me up. Well you know, the fun never ceases around here.
Progress is being made on the shawl but no pictures. The colors will be calmer than the last, garish one. I mean garish in the nicest possible way, of course.
I used to watch Trauma: Life in the ER way back when we had the dish. The show was gruesome but it also filled me with optimism that even horribly icky damage to the body could be fixed. Weirdly comforting. That must be why treating Harry hasn't been bad. Also, he's a very good patient as if he knows I'm helping him.
These are pictures from last night. Notice the big black scabby piece of, uh, scab below his left nostril. Well, it fell off last night and the area underneath is healthy and pink.
Here he is showing his regal profile.
The babies are growing! Seventeen, eighteen days old and just lookie here at the pretty brown one with eyes open. Awwww.
This little guy just crackered me up. Well you know, the fun never ceases around here.
Progress is being made on the shawl but no pictures. The colors will be calmer than the last, garish one. I mean garish in the nicest possible way, of course.
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