Monday, March 23, 2020
Some of us--mostly all of us here in Blogitville--are very well-practiced at physical distancing while remaining in some social contact. Let's make the most of it by checking in here every day or two. I worry... I am fine here, so far. Charlie, next door, has been keeping his distance, but we can holler across the fence in the back yard safely enough, and connect online. My daughter in Seattle has made a point of staying in touch with online video calls. My medicine cabinet and my fridge are... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Dreaming of owls
I dreamed of owls... One, very large, maybe 25 inches tall, mostly brown and white with a bright yellow beak, almost as long as an eagle's. It flew over my house, perched in a tree overhanging the yard. All the small animals ran for their lives, but the owl seemed uninterested in nabbing any of them. After a while, it flew down to rest on the back of a patio chair. I went closer, and held out a hand to it. It offered no violence, so I touched its back. Again, it accepted this touching as if used... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Progress and not so much progress
Well, it's raining today, with forecast of high winds and blizzard conditions north and east of here. The wind is already picking up, at 10:30 this morning. And now, it appears to be sleeting out, bits of ice flying in sideways... The mice seem to have been eliminated--for now. My closet is renewed, and many things are now in transparent plastic bins so I can see what's where. I'll be needing to get a footstool, though, to get some things down when they're needed. (I forget what I have if I... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
For St Patrick's Day!
THE SERPENT AND THE SAINT The day was brilliant, the sky and sea their different blues, the lands bright green under the sun, and rich brown where crops would soon be growing. But the Saint, sitting high on the tor above the landscape, saw nothing of the loveliness, and there was a morose look upon him. Beside him was his tall shepherd's crook and a great tome bound in dark leather. The rich scents of early spring wafted on the light breeze. As he sat there upon the jutting rock, a smooth motion... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
It isn't just enough TP to last through summer...
Yes, it's good to stock up some things to keep a longish-termed sequestered life something like normal. Though not so good to hoard so much that nothing is left for those behind you in line. That's just not neighborly. We are wondering here about a facebook post we saw offering a partially used roll of TP for $15--whether it is a joke, or actual profiteering. But all our efforts to socially distance ourselves in hopes of avoiding this current bug are probably futile. It gets around so slyly, so... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Still cleaning...
It's the last open-windows day for a while--supposed to snow tomorrow. We have reached the rug-shampooing portion of the closet cleanup. The plan is: disinfectant spray, let sit a while; vacuum again; shampoo; spray. Then I can consider putting clean laundry back in there, shifting yet-to-be-washed stuff downstairs, clearing my bed so I can sleep there again. Meanwhile, the kitchen is also undergoing massive mousive adjustments involving reconfiguring the panty. Now all the mouse-proof goods... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Clean-up continues...
More loads of laundry today, after a night spent in the guest room. My own bed is still buried under closet stuff. The birds have settled in pretty much, with the orginal two mixing now and then with the new three. The bigger cage fits right where the old one did, and very neatly though it is bigger. The legs are shorter, though, so it is not over-tall for the space. https://www.flickr.com/gp/therovingeye/9g848o You can swim down the photo stream to see some of the fun costumes at WhimsyCon, and... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Embers tried to tell me...
I should have listened. As I celebrated the mice not being in the kitchen anymore, I saw one skitter by along the back of my bedroom closet. Today I am discovering just how much they have made themselves at home there. Eww... This is gonna be a laundramat job, and getting new vacuum bags, and using a gallon or so of disinfectant job... And it will be traps time for a while. Send vibes of sympathy... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
CCT wrote of gardens...
My mother died when I was a little more than 3, so we never reached the time of mom-and-daughter chats. But some things she shared with my father, he later shared with me. This is one of those things. She kept, she told him, an inner garden, where she tended the plants and flowers and was at home with herself. She didn't mind if someone looked over the fence, but she only invited friends in through the gate. Only particular friends were welcomed to the inner paths, into the heart of the garden.... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 7, 2020
Oh deary dear...
I should have gone to the credit union first yesterday, and gotten my rent in the mail before taking the truck in to have its brakes checked. They are breaked. Worse than I thought, so I didn't get the truck back by yesterday evening, and they don't work weekends, so... no vehicle to get to the credit union. Not until Monday. Same for picking up my prescription refill. Same for meeting up with someone whose pirate type telescope I am buying. My grandson, now living next door with Charlie and... Sign in to see full entry.