Fuzzarelly is Back
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, January 08, 2010
No parking.
I'm feeling quite sorry for myself today. I think I am also feeling my age, not that almost 53 is aged, but, I am having to come to terms with not being 25, 35, or even 45 any more or ever again. Damn it.
I am considering downsizing my bunny herd, especially after my recent fall, which was not my first down those steps. Then there were the nine staples in my head from an ill-conceived bunny chase, back in '04.
I haven't been in my studio since October, although every morning, I get up and tell myself, let's go card some angora!
It got up to 16º outside today, which I can cope with, but the wind has been bad and it always just sucks the warmth out of the house. (Should I just be happy not to have to bring in firewood and tend two wood stoves everyday? For not having to do that, I am pleased. Wood stoves are charming for about a week, then the hatred of ashes and the fear of chimney fires take over.)
Today, to relieve the furnace, I set the thermostat at 60º and brought the space heater into the living room. I cut up cardboard strips and stuffed them into the front door to quell the draft, and draped two shawls over the doorway leading to the kitchen.
Fugsley shat on the kitchen rug this morning, shortly after being outside.
I am cold and miserable and worry about finances. I look like an Eskimo in my layers of sweatpants and sweaters.
I feel overwhelmed, old, ugly, grumpy, tired and sad.
But, it's going to warm up by Monday, at least to above freezing, and so far the chickens and bunnies still live.
At least I'm not in Fargo, ND. Note the wind chill.
I am considering downsizing my bunny herd, especially after my recent fall, which was not my first down those steps. Then there were the nine staples in my head from an ill-conceived bunny chase, back in '04.
I haven't been in my studio since October, although every morning, I get up and tell myself, let's go card some angora!
It got up to 16º outside today, which I can cope with, but the wind has been bad and it always just sucks the warmth out of the house. (Should I just be happy not to have to bring in firewood and tend two wood stoves everyday? For not having to do that, I am pleased. Wood stoves are charming for about a week, then the hatred of ashes and the fear of chimney fires take over.)
Today, to relieve the furnace, I set the thermostat at 60º and brought the space heater into the living room. I cut up cardboard strips and stuffed them into the front door to quell the draft, and draped two shawls over the doorway leading to the kitchen.
Fugsley shat on the kitchen rug this morning, shortly after being outside.
I am cold and miserable and worry about finances. I look like an Eskimo in my layers of sweatpants and sweaters.
I feel overwhelmed, old, ugly, grumpy, tired and sad.
But, it's going to warm up by Monday, at least to above freezing, and so far the chickens and bunnies still live.
At least I'm not in Fargo, ND. Note the wind chill.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
Made in the USA
To ring in the New Year, I acquired a playmate for Princess.
I know. I know. Like I don't have enough shit to take care of as it is. But when there are already 24 barn bunnies, 10 or so yard and house bunnies, 2 cats, 4 chickens and 1 dog - what's one more?
Meet Fugsley, whom I have dubbed the Ugliest Dog in the World, yet she is also among the Sweetest Dogs Ever, rivaling the Princess herself. It it hard to capture her ugliness, which is part bull dog and parts unknown. Dachshund? Beagle? She has a mere tail stub, large polka dot ears, and a left rear quarter panel in brown brindle while the rest of her is mostly white. With spots. Her front paws point outwards like a ballerina's. Estimated age is 9 months, and she appeared on a big-town woman's porch about sicks months ago ~ from who knows where. She comes to me from one of the local, private dog shelters that is trying to place several of their charges in the face of economic hard times.
I've had two dogs at once in the past, and have rather missed the raucous play that two canines are capable of. The running, barking, and tussling. We have spent the last three nights on the couch, as Fugsley is not quite house broken, so I can take her out at frozen hours of the night to relieve herself.
Oh, and yes, like much of the midwest, southwest, east, southeast, etc., we are in the throes of minus 32º temperatures, day and night, and shall be for the neckst week, at least. Caring for the outside critters is no fun, although they all seem to be taking it in stride. Big red hen has been giving me an egg just about every day.
In other news, I took several stairs at once, out in the barn, when one foot flew forward and my amply padded behind went bump, bump, bump, and bump. There is a bruise the size of my hand on my left cheek. It hurt like hell, but I am mostly over the Shaken Baby Syndrome. Still have a bit of a headache, but nothing is broken and that is a good thang.
It is difficult to take a good picture of one's behind without a tripod and a timer. Hope this isn't tmi.
I know. I know. Like I don't have enough shit to take care of as it is. But when there are already 24 barn bunnies, 10 or so yard and house bunnies, 2 cats, 4 chickens and 1 dog - what's one more?
Meet Fugsley, whom I have dubbed the Ugliest Dog in the World, yet she is also among the Sweetest Dogs Ever, rivaling the Princess herself. It it hard to capture her ugliness, which is part bull dog and parts unknown. Dachshund? Beagle? She has a mere tail stub, large polka dot ears, and a left rear quarter panel in brown brindle while the rest of her is mostly white. With spots. Her front paws point outwards like a ballerina's. Estimated age is 9 months, and she appeared on a big-town woman's porch about sicks months ago ~ from who knows where. She comes to me from one of the local, private dog shelters that is trying to place several of their charges in the face of economic hard times.
I've had two dogs at once in the past, and have rather missed the raucous play that two canines are capable of. The running, barking, and tussling. We have spent the last three nights on the couch, as Fugsley is not quite house broken, so I can take her out at frozen hours of the night to relieve herself.
Oh, and yes, like much of the midwest, southwest, east, southeast, etc., we are in the throes of minus 32º temperatures, day and night, and shall be for the neckst week, at least. Caring for the outside critters is no fun, although they all seem to be taking it in stride. Big red hen has been giving me an egg just about every day.
In other news, I took several stairs at once, out in the barn, when one foot flew forward and my amply padded behind went bump, bump, bump, and bump. There is a bruise the size of my hand on my left cheek. It hurt like hell, but I am mostly over the Shaken Baby Syndrome. Still have a bit of a headache, but nothing is broken and that is a good thang.
It is difficult to take a good picture of one's behind without a tripod and a timer. Hope this isn't tmi.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tick Tock
I do not particularly like lists, but on my drive to town this morning I came up with this, my Yin Yang List of 2009.
Hated/Despised/Disliked ........ Loved/Adored/Liked
Losing Buster........ Getting Princess
Turning fifty-two .......... Living to see fifty-two
Living in a small, nay, tiny town.......... Country living
Good neighbors.......... Evil neighbors
Losing chickens to predators........... Raising baby chicks
Not spending Christmas w/family........... Spending Thanksgiving w/family
Sweetie losing good job........... Sweetie getting a good job
Summer with low cash reserves........... Sweetie getting back unemployment cash
Allergies............ Drugs
Depression........... Drugs
Beer............ Beer
Truncated vacation to NM........... Coming home
Bush............ Obama
Evil renters........... Evicting evil renters
Going to small claims court............ Judge Davis
Crazy Neighbor Josh............ Crazy Neighbor Josh
Bad acquaintances............ Nancy, Ricky, Nancy, Dara Bob, Betty Bob, Scott, John O, etc.
Thank you all for reading me and commenting, I love and appreciate all of you.
May 2010 be better for everyone!
Hated/Despised/Disliked ........ Loved/Adored/Liked
Losing Buster........ Getting Princess
Turning fifty-two .......... Living to see fifty-two
Living in a small, nay, tiny town.......... Country living
Good neighbors.......... Evil neighbors
Losing chickens to predators........... Raising baby chicks
Not spending Christmas w/family........... Spending Thanksgiving w/family
Sweetie losing good job........... Sweetie getting a good job
Summer with low cash reserves........... Sweetie getting back unemployment cash
Allergies............ Drugs
Depression........... Drugs
Beer............ Beer
Truncated vacation to NM........... Coming home
Bush............ Obama
Evil renters........... Evicting evil renters
Going to small claims court............ Judge Davis
Crazy Neighbor Josh............ Crazy Neighbor Josh
Bad acquaintances............ Nancy, Ricky, Nancy, Dara Bob, Betty Bob, Scott, John O, etc.
Thank you all for reading me and commenting, I love and appreciate all of you.
May 2010 be better for everyone!
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