Where Is It?

I can't find my camera...where is it? Oh, damn..what kind of dweeb am I that I just can't find that little photo device?
If there is anyone else out there who ever reads this teeny bog, I'm not asking you to find my camera, what I am asking is...for (well, maybe tell me where it is) is there a book that I can order about blogging? I know that there is blogger-help, but if I read it I forget what it says by the time I get back to my pitiful blog.
Blogging For Dummies...I qualify.
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What To Say, What To Do?

There's nothing I can say, is there something I can do? Kansas, you are in my thoughts and prayers, as I am spoiled here....complaining to myself about laundry, cleaning, chores undone, rain when I wanted sunshine, pissing about things that don't matter.
I am ashamed of myself.

Oh, These Were The Days My Friend

Only a few shots of some of the patterns I dug up. Wow, was this the 70's or not? I've kept some, most have pieces missing, and many that would be suitable for today, are not suitable for a 65 year old bod. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic about that young thing I used to be.
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Some Good Finds

Yesterday I couldn't get a picture on my blog. Today I can get the picture on there, but can't write anything. Any wonder I named my computer "Chance"? There's a chance he will and apparently a greater chance he won't.
Anyway...today I threw caution to the winds and climbed up into our attic. Our attic is not for the faint of heart. It is truly nasty and dark and the pull down ladder is not my cup of tea.
I rooted around with a flashlight and came across a box of old patterns. I can't wait to go through them. Will it ever be a trip down memory lane. Whoopie! I also dug some material out of a metal trunk. There are two pieces of lovely linen. I brought it all into the house and will wash what I can and see what potential there is for projects.
Years ago I used to sew all my clothes, the babies' clothes, curtains, etc. When we moved here in 1980 we had so much going on, me a full time teaching job, two young boys, eventually several hundred sheep, a few goats, chickens and my Jersey milk cow, Rosemary. This was on top of starting our nursery. Well, the farm's gone, the boys are off on their own, I'm retired...so there is time.
After I get a few chores done, I'll be grabbing a glass of wine and looking at all of those patterns. I know that the memories will come flooding back.
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Nesting and Not Nesting

It's been an amazing Spring around here. We've had almost Summer weather and then in the last few days it's been blustery, very rainy and just downright stormy. Our bird population has just exploded. So many different birds are visiting, eating, finding mates and nesting. Just outside our patio door in a big seedling maple a pair of robins has built a nest. I am so excited! We've never, to my knowledge, had a nest this close to the house. I think they spent about two days building, shaping and tidying that nest, and now one or the other is sitting on it. The little gold finches, which I adore, are so busy consuming thistle seed. Song sparrows are out there too. Our quail have been been voraciously eating seed that falls to the ground and cleaning up seed from a big patch of weeds in back. I just love watching them. They remind me of drab, but energetic little old ladies with their bobbing topknots.
I got to thinking about how we humans tend to do our "nesting" in the winter and then when Spring comes along, we long to "un-nest" and make a break for the great outdoors, while the birds are so busy feathering their nests. Such contrast.
I hope that you are able to be out and about in some lovely weather this weekend.
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a short p.s I've been trying to thank bwilliams on her blog...left a comment 4 times and it's not going through. If you read this, know that I send thanks!

A CHANCE for Chance

Last weekend I sent Chance off with fingers crossed. You ask (or may not ask, or be interested) "Who is Chance?"
Chance is my computer...the guy I have a love/hate/I'm intimidated relationship with. Chance had been behaving badly. He was exhibiting episodes of unwellness. Chance was disappearing when I needed him. He was clearly "unwell." Chance was experiencing spasmodic occurrences
of fainting, dropsy, miasma...and just plain uncooperativeness. Our inability to work together, which at best is tenuous, was becoming untenable.
I promised him that I would send him to someplace pleasant, a spot where he would be tenderly taken care of, a sort of Computer Spa. I promised that he would experience healing touch, that he would have a space and place to unwind, that any free radicals, metabolism imbalances, and/or cardio problems would be addressed.
I also promised that there would be no:

1. juice fasting
2. seaweed or mud packs
3. seated meditation
4. Pilates
5. exfoliation
6. Asanas
7. enemas or colonics
8. chanting or group hugs

Chance came back...no complaints. He seems to have enjoyed his respite. He has been cooperative, energetic and healthy. I am so glad to have him back whole and well. I hope that he knows how much I appreciate his help.


p.s. this morning when I came in to say good morning to Chance I found a little note from him:
I've scheduled your appointment at The Affiliation of Computers Who Are Owned by Bungling Idiots Who Try to Do Things Online.

Loving the Colors of Spring

I really like these two colors together, although the picture doesn't do them justice. The purple flowers are from our nursery. They are from one of our rhododendrons...I can't remember the name of the plant.
The dogwood was a gift....get this, from the UPS delivery person who saw them way up the mountain (hill) from where we live. He gave them to my husband who brought them in and was astounded at the color..they are a greenish-yellow and so gorgeous. The tree that these came from was blooming right near all of the "normal" colored dogwoods. I just wish the green showed up better in the picture.
An amusing aside, when I taught kindergarten we were talking about what our "fathers did". One of my favorite responses was, "Oh, he works for PUS."
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