No Parking No Loitering No Standing

I attended the Friendship Spinners' gathering on Saturday, taking my wheel and spinning my own self, even. Here are a few of the tribe.




I am continuing to feel good and energetic. Sunday and yesterday, I purged the living room. After falling for the third time over the boxes of books in here, and after cursing for several minutes, I received great satisfaction in heaving said boxes out the door and into the front yard. Dagdabbit! Futhermucker! Radgin' Fragdit! It almost felt as good as slamming our heavy wooden inside doors, which I have had occasion to do lately. Like I have told Sweetie, the bitch is back. Yay!

Today I spent cleaning and organizing my studio, and I did it with a cheerful heart. I want to spend a lot more time in there, and I want it to be tidy. I find that I am not having to force myself to do any of this work; rather, I want to do it and do it well.

Have I mentioned to you all how good I am feeling now that I am off the medz?

Henny Penny has two little chicks who are a week old tomorrow. I had hoped for more, but I am just glad she has more than one. After I noticed her brooding four weeks ago, on only one egg, I placed four more underneath her from eggs I had in the fridge. I learned later that this is not a good idea, as the fridge dries them out, but I choset one good one anyway. Henny is being the same great mother to these two that she was to Omelet, who is doing well and hanging out in the back yard. The six older hens are due to start laying at the end of the month. Yay! Egg overdose on the way!

I found a great show from England over on Hulu, starring Stephen Fry as a lawyer in a small seaside town. The show is eponymously called Kingdom, and there are 18 episodes over 3 seasons. I watched the pilot last night, and intend to parcel out and watch an episode every evening or two. It's a sweet delight. Go! Find! Enjoy!

Wavy Gravy, not Old Navy

Here's an interesting post from Cabinet of Wonders.

Thin with water.

Sweetie and I are each creative in our own unique ways.

I just finished this wall in the bathroom. I had seen the basic idea of shredding magazines and white-glueing the strips onto a wall several years ago, and finally did it. It was fun and cheap and didn't take too long. Really perks up our dreary pit stop.




Sweetie on the other hand, gets destructive in creative ways. He set this stump on fire Monday, and it has smoldered since and has slowly been shrinking.




But apparently not fast enough. That's when he got the leaf blower. And a beer. Maybe more than one.




After a fun half hour of that, his arm grew weary, so he again got creative. (I need to submit this to There, I Fixed It.) And no, we're not really supposed to burn open fires like this unless we call the local VFD, which we didn't.







Upshot is that this morning? There is a big-ass blackened crater where a mighty maple tree once lived.

Add cheese.

This is for, who else? Mouse!

The Wrecking Crew

Happy Divorce Day!

Nineteen years ago today, I was on my own for the first time in my life; beholden to no one but myself. I had moved in with my boyfriend straight from my father's house, and we married a year later, in 1976. My divorce was final on July 3, 1991. In 34 years, I had never lived on my own.

I distinctly remember my feelings that day. I was alternately elated, sad, and bereft. I could make my own decisions for the first time, yet I scarcely knew what I thought. I could make my own choices, but I wasn't sure what I liked. I was joyous and scared.

It was as if I had finally started living.

Oh, what a long, strange trip it's been.

War? What is it good for?