Long story short.
Feeling good in spirits and flesh. Which is good because that is so different from the past two years. Maybe more? That sort of waiting around to die feeling.
I am now able to focus, act, and get stuff done. I am able to plan ahead for more than a few hours. I am so ahead with my booth for the Fiber Event in Greencastle, Indiana, which is next weekend. I am enjoying working in the studio.
The huge basswood tree that was cut and left across the driveway, for maybe fourteen months, has been removed! It's just down the alley a bit, in a field, but it is out of the driveway.
Have six baby bunnies now, as one was stolen, in his cage, from the front porch. By two big, out of town dogs. There is only a patch of fur where that bunny used to be. Still in the cage. Sweetie was so upset.
Friendship Spinners meeting tomorrow. Looking forward to it.
But my main thing is, I am feeling good.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Friday, April 04, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
May Cause Nervousness
It is so beautiful.
I've just been sitting outside on the front porch; facing west. The sun is setting not to my left and not to my right, but in front of me. Spring is here.
As I drove home from errands today, I marveled at the incredibly green fields. Some trees have catkins, some have tiny leaves. The daffydils are blooming everywhere. I always have liked seeing solitary stands of naturalized daffodils. Some are from old homesteads and others have migrated across roads to thrive under stands of trees. The forsythia is flowering all over, too. There is all this GREEN interrupted by browns and greys and YELLOWS.
I like it.
I'll take pictures and show you.
I've just been sitting outside on the front porch; facing west. The sun is setting not to my left and not to my right, but in front of me. Spring is here.
As I drove home from errands today, I marveled at the incredibly green fields. Some trees have catkins, some have tiny leaves. The daffydils are blooming everywhere. I always have liked seeing solitary stands of naturalized daffodils. Some are from old homesteads and others have migrated across roads to thrive under stands of trees. The forsythia is flowering all over, too. There is all this GREEN interrupted by browns and greys and YELLOWS.
I like it.
I'll take pictures and show you.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Allow Ink to Dry
John Belushi and Chevy Chase did this skit once...
Spring comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb. That’s how March works here in the United States.
But did you know that March behaves differently in other countries? In Norway, for example, March comes in like a polar bear and goes out like a walrus. Or, take the case of Honduras where March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a salt marsh harvest mouse.
Let’s compare this to the Maldive Islands where March comes in like a wildebeest and goes out like an ant. A tiny, little ant about this big.
[holds thumb and index fingers a small distance apart]
Unlike the Malay Peninsula where March comes in like a worm-eating fernbird and goes out like a worm-eating fernbird. In fact, their whole year is like a worm-eating fernbird.
Or consider the Republic of South Africa where March comes in like a lion and goes out like a different lion. Like one has a mane, and one doesn’t have a mane. Or in certain parts of South America where March swims in like a sea otter, and then it slithers out like a giant anaconda.
There you can buy land real cheap, you know. And there’s a country where March hops in like a kangaroo, and stays a kangaroo for a while, and then it becomes a slightly smaller kangaroo. Then, then, then for a couple of days it’s sort of a cross between a, a frilled lizard and a common house cat.
[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]
Wait wait wait wait. Then it changes back into a smaller kangaroo, and then it goes out like a, like a wild dingo. Now, now, and it’s not Australia! Now, now, you’d think it would be Australia, but it’s not!
[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]
Now look, pal! I know a country where March comes in like an emu and goes out like a tapir. And they don’t even know what it means! All right? Now listen, there are nine different countries, where March comes in like a frog, and goes out like a golden retriever. But that- that’s not the weird part! No, no, the weird part is, is the frog. The frog- The weird part is-
[has seizure and falls off chair]
Spring comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb. That’s how March works here in the United States.
But did you know that March behaves differently in other countries? In Norway, for example, March comes in like a polar bear and goes out like a walrus. Or, take the case of Honduras where March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a salt marsh harvest mouse.
Let’s compare this to the Maldive Islands where March comes in like a wildebeest and goes out like an ant. A tiny, little ant about this big.
[holds thumb and index fingers a small distance apart]
Unlike the Malay Peninsula where March comes in like a worm-eating fernbird and goes out like a worm-eating fernbird. In fact, their whole year is like a worm-eating fernbird.
Or consider the Republic of South Africa where March comes in like a lion and goes out like a different lion. Like one has a mane, and one doesn’t have a mane. Or in certain parts of South America where March swims in like a sea otter, and then it slithers out like a giant anaconda.
There you can buy land real cheap, you know. And there’s a country where March hops in like a kangaroo, and stays a kangaroo for a while, and then it becomes a slightly smaller kangaroo. Then, then, then for a couple of days it’s sort of a cross between a, a frilled lizard and a common house cat.
[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]
Wait wait wait wait. Then it changes back into a smaller kangaroo, and then it goes out like a, like a wild dingo. Now, now, and it’s not Australia! Now, now, you’d think it would be Australia, but it’s not!
[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]
Now look, pal! I know a country where March comes in like an emu and goes out like a tapir. And they don’t even know what it means! All right? Now listen, there are nine different countries, where March comes in like a frog, and goes out like a golden retriever. But that- that’s not the weird part! No, no, the weird part is, is the frog. The frog- The weird part is-
[has seizure and falls off chair]
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Use Caution When Opening
Due to current fucked up computer fuckage, if you absolutely must contact me, use this address --
heizen14@yahoo.cm
heizen14@yahoo.cm
Monday, March 24, 2008
MI, 10 Cent Refund
I now have to admit that Claudia, the netherland dwarf female that I was "gifted" with last year has had babies and the horn dog called Percival is the daddy. They are dwarves with angora tendencies. I feel like Dr. Moreau, creating these mutants. No, I didn't really create them, but I allowed the procreation to happen, and so am culpable.
Four little dwarf babies. Two are "tawny" and two are grey and white, like their ma. They are three weeks old and driving mom nuts. Saw her nursing and she had to stand on her tippy toes to accommodate them all. Last week, Randy Bob's two girls came to visit and of course were captivated by the tiny fur balls.
Here is Olivia.
And Morgan.
The inside kids are still inside - but on nice days, they are outside helping to keep the grass and weeds in check. As is Winehouse, Amy. I know, I know. I need to get that big cage fixed for them, but neither Sweetie or I really want to see them go to the barn. We are not farmers. We are hopeless, and poor, romantics.
Yes, Knitting Linguist, I did carry Murgy around a lot, but he could motivate pretty good on his own, using his front stumps in a sort of swimming motion.
Four little dwarf babies. Two are "tawny" and two are grey and white, like their ma. They are three weeks old and driving mom nuts. Saw her nursing and she had to stand on her tippy toes to accommodate them all. Last week, Randy Bob's two girls came to visit and of course were captivated by the tiny fur balls.
Here is Olivia.
And Morgan.
The inside kids are still inside - but on nice days, they are outside helping to keep the grass and weeds in check. As is Winehouse, Amy. I know, I know. I need to get that big cage fixed for them, but neither Sweetie or I really want to see them go to the barn. We are not farmers. We are hopeless, and poor, romantics.
Yes, Knitting Linguist, I did carry Murgy around a lot, but he could motivate pretty good on his own, using his front stumps in a sort of swimming motion.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
May Cause Dizziness
Oh, my dear Knitting Linguist -
If you think the Runtling is adorable, cast your gaze upon the late and still very much lamented Murgatroyd! He went over the Rainbow Bridge almost a year ago and still Sweetie and I say regularly, "I miss Murgie."
This is Also Your Return Envelope
Lots of rain here. Lots. Rain is forecast until midnight tonight.
None of this water should be here. There is a little creek, (I say crick,) that you can't usually see. And more rain coming.
Sheila's babies are all still in the house. It's getting a little out of hand, the volume of poop and all. I'm really going to have to deal with this. Soon. I said that last week, didn't I. They just have free run in the house and I can find them anywhere, at anytime. They are still so darn cute!
Still cranking away at the drum carder and slaving over a hot dye pot. The brochure is pretty much done, too. I'll only have them in black and white, because I intend to have copies made at the copy shop. Hewlett Packard inks run and bleed at the slightest hint of moisture. Ask me how I know.
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