ostarella: (Tired)
I've said that spring was long in coming and Memorial Day has proved it. Every year we make bouquets for our family graves, and the last several years we've had a paltry sum. The spirea blossoms were on their last legs, the tulips long gone, the iris wilting, and the lilacs turning brown. This year, I was hoping that the timing of the warmer weather would mean we'd have more blossoms.

Nope.

It's stayed cold too long. The tulips are just finishing up (a few blossoms still), the spirea and iris are just budding - even the ferns, which we used as background foliage, are barely unfurled. Only the lilacs are in full bloom now. So, I'll be making bouquets of lilac sprigs alone for the more distant relatives, and saving the other blossoms available for my folks' graves.

I keep wondering what happened. When I was a kid, we were able to make huge bouquets.

Sigh...
ostarella: (Tired)
I've said that spring was long in coming and Memorial Day has proved it. Every year we make bouquets for our family graves, and the last several years we've had a paltry sum. The spirea blossoms were on their last legs, the tulips long gone, the iris wilting, and the lilacs turning brown. This year, I was hoping that the timing of the warmer weather would mean we'd have more blossoms.

Nope.

It's stayed cold too long. The tulips are just finishing up (a few blossoms still), the spirea and iris are just budding - even the ferns, which we used as background foliage, are barely unfurled. Only the lilacs are in full bloom now. So, I'll be making bouquets of lilac sprigs alone for the more distant relatives, and saving the other blossoms available for my folks' graves.

I keep wondering what happened. When I was a kid, we were able to make huge bouquets.

Sigh...
ostarella: (Fang)
Well, Fang spent his first night "locked up" without any problems. He woke us all up this morning by climbing on the screen door - which bounced, waking the dogs in a frenzy, which of course then woke me up. I hope he doesn't get the "cause and effect" or he may become my new alarm clock... Anyway, he wasn't all that hungry for breakfast - I think mainly because I forgot the bag of kitten food out there and he ripped it apart for a midnight snack :p  But since it's sunny and pleasant, I locked the outside door open for him, and he checked out his domain for a while. He's apparently graduated from crickets and has started chasing the squirrels - I've seen him come very close a couple of times. Since he and the squirrels are about the same size, I'm kinda hoping he doesn't actually catch one. Anyway, he came back to the porch after a while and has been snoozing in the box of clothes since then. I'm amazed at how he's filled out, too. Not fat, by any means, but he's definitely getting enough to eat. :D

In other news, this weekend - since the week-long rain has stopped temporarily - will be spent loading the pickup with another bunch of brush, and then setting up and moving the post heap. Finally getting it out the yard proper and putting it out by the alley. Still convenient but not the eyesore it was in the back yard. I do like things neat - although you'd never know by the house. :p But that's eventually getting there. Oh, and tonight is haircut night for the dogs - Petey will be quite sure I hate him after that! :p

Sooo - also have to dig out my birth certificate. Monday is go to the city and get my passport card, as well as filling out more applications. Then stop and pick up some straw bales for the roses. My brother's bringing down the carrier for Fang, so we'll be getting that set up and hopefully get him to go into it. Not sure how easy that will be, since he's made his little "cave" in the clothes box, but we'll figure it out.

Soooo - off and running!
ostarella: (Fang)
Well, Fang spent his first night "locked up" without any problems. He woke us all up this morning by climbing on the screen door - which bounced, waking the dogs in a frenzy, which of course then woke me up. I hope he doesn't get the "cause and effect" or he may become my new alarm clock... Anyway, he wasn't all that hungry for breakfast - I think mainly because I forgot the bag of kitten food out there and he ripped it apart for a midnight snack :p  But since it's sunny and pleasant, I locked the outside door open for him, and he checked out his domain for a while. He's apparently graduated from crickets and has started chasing the squirrels - I've seen him come very close a couple of times. Since he and the squirrels are about the same size, I'm kinda hoping he doesn't actually catch one. Anyway, he came back to the porch after a while and has been snoozing in the box of clothes since then. I'm amazed at how he's filled out, too. Not fat, by any means, but he's definitely getting enough to eat. :D

In other news, this weekend - since the week-long rain has stopped temporarily - will be spent loading the pickup with another bunch of brush, and then setting up and moving the post heap. Finally getting it out the yard proper and putting it out by the alley. Still convenient but not the eyesore it was in the back yard. I do like things neat - although you'd never know by the house. :p But that's eventually getting there. Oh, and tonight is haircut night for the dogs - Petey will be quite sure I hate him after that! :p

Sooo - also have to dig out my birth certificate. Monday is go to the city and get my passport card, as well as filling out more applications. Then stop and pick up some straw bales for the roses. My brother's bringing down the carrier for Fang, so we'll be getting that set up and hopefully get him to go into it. Not sure how easy that will be, since he's made his little "cave" in the clothes box, but we'll figure it out.

Soooo - off and running!
ostarella: (Awake)
Well, the garage finally called about my truck - took two days for them to come and pick it up, four days just to get an estimate - but it's only $200 more than I anticipated (I guess that's good, 'cause there was more work than I had realized), and I should have it back tomorrow or Thursday. (Small towns are a bit more relaxed about things ike that, I guess ) Which means - loading and hauling brush non-stop for a while. But then I can just load it directly into the truck as I cut it - which is sooo nice. And none too soon, as, after a few nice summer days we've moved back into autumn mode. I think this year we broke a record for the fewest number of 90 degree days. But it means we'll probably have an early winter so much much yardwork to complete in a bit of a rush...

Speaking of cold weather - FANG!!! My sweetie. (I can say that freely now, because he won't completely disappear out of my life ) Yesterday he decided to explore my shoulders. Today he was reaching up and patting my chin and neck, and trying to pull my hat off. He goes over and eats a bit, then trots back to me (or rather, my lap) where he demands his petting time, then back down for some more nibbles, then back on the lap... kind of a round-robin. I purred back at him today and OMG - he practically stuck his head in my mouth trying to figure out where that noise came from!

Found the neatest video online today that shows me how to do a few woodworking things that I wasn't sure about - but that will add value to the music boxes (craftsmanship-wise). Have a bunch of gardening stuff to move out of the toolhouse so I can get the shop set up in there again, like my dad had it. Getting more and more excited about working with wood again. I worked for an office furniture manufacturer for a couple years - doing finish sanding of the wood and wood laminate tops. Loved that job - hated the people I worked for, but loved the job. I wish I was as happy cooking as I am sawing/hammering/sanding/finishing - but I guess it's stick to basic recipes until I find some idiot nice man who'll do the cooking for me. That's my only prerequisite for a man - other than being, well... you know...

Can you tell all my stressors are starting to get worked out? I'm jabbering again...
ostarella: (Awake)
Well, the garage finally called about my truck - took two days for them to come and pick it up, four days just to get an estimate - but it's only $200 more than I anticipated (I guess that's good, 'cause there was more work than I had realized), and I should have it back tomorrow or Thursday. (Small towns are a bit more relaxed about things ike that, I guess ) Which means - loading and hauling brush non-stop for a while. But then I can just load it directly into the truck as I cut it - which is sooo nice. And none too soon, as, after a few nice summer days we've moved back into autumn mode. I think this year we broke a record for the fewest number of 90 degree days. But it means we'll probably have an early winter so much much yardwork to complete in a bit of a rush...

Speaking of cold weather - FANG!!! My sweetie. (I can say that freely now, because he won't completely disappear out of my life ) Yesterday he decided to explore my shoulders. Today he was reaching up and patting my chin and neck, and trying to pull my hat off. He goes over and eats a bit, then trots back to me (or rather, my lap) where he demands his petting time, then back down for some more nibbles, then back on the lap... kind of a round-robin. I purred back at him today and OMG - he practically stuck his head in my mouth trying to figure out where that noise came from!

Found the neatest video online today that shows me how to do a few woodworking things that I wasn't sure about - but that will add value to the music boxes (craftsmanship-wise). Have a bunch of gardening stuff to move out of the toolhouse so I can get the shop set up in there again, like my dad had it. Getting more and more excited about working with wood again. I worked for an office furniture manufacturer for a couple years - doing finish sanding of the wood and wood laminate tops. Loved that job - hated the people I worked for, but loved the job. I wish I was as happy cooking as I am sawing/hammering/sanding/finishing - but I guess it's stick to basic recipes until I find some idiot nice man who'll do the cooking for me. That's my only prerequisite for a man - other than being, well... you know...

Can you tell all my stressors are starting to get worked out? I'm jabbering again...
ostarella: (Why me)
Today was supposed to be a productive day working outside.

That's about as far as it got.

Started out with a few things to get taken care of online first. Which would have been okay if I hadn't overslept.  Once I got that stuff done, I went out to start the chores by filling the bird feeders - only to discover I was totally out of sunflower seeds. So that meant a trip to town, and picking up a few other things that I needed - after taking time to make sure I had a list of all those "few things" that I needed. Got back, filled the feeders, then remembered I had to make a couple phone calls regarding our tiller - and then wait for people to call me back.

In the meantime, it was getting hotter than hell. Relative to the season and recent weather, anyway. So by the time I went out to start raking and cleaning out the gardens, my still thick winter blood just didn't want to deal with the heat. Plus still being a bit out of shape from the months of little or not activity. So came back in, decided to clean up the house until it cooled off a little outside.

Merrily bustling around the kitchen when this loud - as in, VERY LOUD - buzz raced past my ear. Looked around - HUGE bumble bee bopping around the kitchen. Huge as in good inch and a half.  And not happy. Now, bumble bees are not known for their benevolent attitude anyway - being trapped in a room does nothing to improve that. And he definitely considered me the cause of all his problems.

I have a pathological fear of spiders - my fear of bees is more practical. I've been stung twice in my life and the resulting swelling, pain, stiffness and overall "I'm going to puke my guts out" feeling is not one I wish to relive. So I let him chase me into the bathroom, where I locked him in long enough to get the bug spray. (Yes, chemical-free life nothwithstanding, there's a matter of pure survival instinct - so I do have bug spray. Potent bug spray.) And I spent the next 15 minutes alternating between chasing and being chased.

But I won. :D

So, now my heart is doing it's wonderful little I'm-stressed-out-you-idiot! thumping  and I'm sitting here thinking, I don't give a damn if the gardens ever get cleaned out.

But since we're due for thunderstorms for the next few days, I guess I'll have to get off my ass and work this evening.

But all in all - I'd rather deal with heat and bumblebees than snow and cold. Any day.

ostarella: (Why me)
Today was supposed to be a productive day working outside.

That's about as far as it got.

Started out with a few things to get taken care of online first. Which would have been okay if I hadn't overslept.  Once I got that stuff done, I went out to start the chores by filling the bird feeders - only to discover I was totally out of sunflower seeds. So that meant a trip to town, and picking up a few other things that I needed - after taking time to make sure I had a list of all those "few things" that I needed. Got back, filled the feeders, then remembered I had to make a couple phone calls regarding our tiller - and then wait for people to call me back.

In the meantime, it was getting hotter than hell. Relative to the season and recent weather, anyway. So by the time I went out to start raking and cleaning out the gardens, my still thick winter blood just didn't want to deal with the heat. Plus still being a bit out of shape from the months of little or not activity. So came back in, decided to clean up the house until it cooled off a little outside.

Merrily bustling around the kitchen when this loud - as in, VERY LOUD - buzz raced past my ear. Looked around - HUGE bumble bee bopping around the kitchen. Huge as in good inch and a half.  And not happy. Now, bumble bees are not known for their benevolent attitude anyway - being trapped in a room does nothing to improve that. And he definitely considered me the cause of all his problems.

I have a pathological fear of spiders - my fear of bees is more practical. I've been stung twice in my life and the resulting swelling, pain, stiffness and overall "I'm going to puke my guts out" feeling is not one I wish to relive. So I let him chase me into the bathroom, where I locked him in long enough to get the bug spray. (Yes, chemical-free life nothwithstanding, there's a matter of pure survival instinct - so I do have bug spray. Potent bug spray.) And I spent the next 15 minutes alternating between chasing and being chased.

But I won. :D

So, now my heart is doing it's wonderful little I'm-stressed-out-you-idiot! thumping  and I'm sitting here thinking, I don't give a damn if the gardens ever get cleaned out.

But since we're due for thunderstorms for the next few days, I guess I'll have to get off my ass and work this evening.

But all in all - I'd rather deal with heat and bumblebees than snow and cold. Any day.

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