Maybe my eyeballs are fried, but I think I've forgotten to mention my good luck. First, Judy, my crafty friend, sent me what she says is three ounces of washed wool. Three ounces of washed wool fills an entire grocery bag when it's picked. That's where I got the wool, neat huh! I had a whole bunch of pictures and stuff I thought I put on here. So weird....
Thanks to the lovely and talented Kimberly of Barebottomed Bears http://www.picturetrail.com/bearbottoms who also makes adorable mice and leopards http://stores.ebay.com/Bear-Bottoms-Originals who sent me gorgeous fur off of her Beranese Mountain Dog, Frodo. It's jet black and so soft, and best yet, he sheds twice a year. Well, best for me at least!
I also have a bag of poodle fur from the darlings of Velma's, Fritz, Julie and Nikki. This of course will go to the making of mini poodles.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
The Color Purple
Let's see, where did I leave this saga. At the lilac, grey and red violet fright wig? Well, rinsed it, carded it, it still was a mess. I could have carded this for a week and still got clumps. Ugly clumps. So today, back it goes. Popped it into a plastic freezer bag with some vinegar and soap, set it outside in the sun. Ooooo grape wool tea!
So all nice and clean, two packages of KoolAid and a bit of vinegar. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. This goes on for around 8 tries, when the water is now sky blue. The bag is leaking. K has put a dish under it, now why didn't I find that dish earlier, it's perfect! So, I dump extra water out of the dish, open the bag, dump out most of the water, dump white vinegar in to replace it. Turn away for a second, bag collapses, flooding the tacky white vinyl flooring with sky blue water. Which immediately runs under the fridge, carrying a flood tide of dirt and cat fur with it. ANIMAL TOWEL!!! I love having a stack of animal towels around. And now, there is a small, white clean spot on the floor. Bonus!
Well, the purple wool is dripping on the dish rack. At least it's darker. Experiment KoolAid continues.
It's not quite dry yet, but I think I can state at this point the experiment was a failure. It's a better color, but clumpy, it tried to felt but couldn't quite make it. The color is still extremely varied, from deep grape to one tip of a curl that didn't dye at all.
We have such interesting conversations around here. Hubby, talking to his mom "Well, he was terrified someone was going to find out you aren't a witch." Hmmm. Unless we're talking Glenda Goodwitch, I don't think anyone would think of Mom as anything bad. She's the sweetest person I've ever met, and the worlds best mother in law. Love the snippets around here.
I think it would look a lot better if you cut off it's nose. (It did. It was a teddy bear)
Honey, would you give the wally his bottle?
Life around here is interesting.
So all nice and clean, two packages of KoolAid and a bit of vinegar. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. This goes on for around 8 tries, when the water is now sky blue. The bag is leaking. K has put a dish under it, now why didn't I find that dish earlier, it's perfect! So, I dump extra water out of the dish, open the bag, dump out most of the water, dump white vinegar in to replace it. Turn away for a second, bag collapses, flooding the tacky white vinyl flooring with sky blue water. Which immediately runs under the fridge, carrying a flood tide of dirt and cat fur with it. ANIMAL TOWEL!!! I love having a stack of animal towels around. And now, there is a small, white clean spot on the floor. Bonus!
Well, the purple wool is dripping on the dish rack. At least it's darker. Experiment KoolAid continues.
It's not quite dry yet, but I think I can state at this point the experiment was a failure. It's a better color, but clumpy, it tried to felt but couldn't quite make it. The color is still extremely varied, from deep grape to one tip of a curl that didn't dye at all.
We have such interesting conversations around here. Hubby, talking to his mom "Well, he was terrified someone was going to find out you aren't a witch." Hmmm. Unless we're talking Glenda Goodwitch, I don't think anyone would think of Mom as anything bad. She's the sweetest person I've ever met, and the worlds best mother in law. Love the snippets around here.
I think it would look a lot better if you cut off it's nose. (It did. It was a teddy bear)
Honey, would you give the wally his bottle?
Life around here is interesting.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
The Great KoolAid Experiment
After a great deal of research, I decided to dye some of my batt purple. It seems the easiest way to do that is by dumping KoolAid on it. Well, there is a little more than that, and of course, being me, I research it six ways from Sunday.
Research done, KoolAid bought. All instructions seem to be for either roving, mohair fabric or yarn, none for batting. Oh well, I'm sure it works the same. Right? Right?
First, since I'm doing the microwave version, soak the wool in a glass bowl for at least half an hour. Now, I don't cook any more, and so I don't keep track of the dishes. But I did use to have a a fully stocked mixing and baking bowls and pans. Not a one now. Hmmm. Eventually I find a glass canister and poke my wool into that and cover it with water.
Intermission. We eat, watch Due South dvd, laugh over Moosie deciding that artichoke leaves are the next best thing to chicken, but ONLY if fed from Mom's fingers. Time to begin the experiment.
I had left the container with the wool on the kitchen counter. Now it has one little peak poking up, suspiciously like it had stuck to a cat's tongue when licked. But of course, my cats aren't allowed on the counter, so it couldn't be that! I crack myself up sometimes.
So, I empty out the water and take the wool out. Run hot water in the container, mix the package of KoolAid, poke wool back in. Hey wait a minute. I spent hours getting this stuff nice and fluffy. And now I'm skooshing it all up again? But I preservere, because that's what all the directions say, and I've seen some gorgeous colors. Run enough water in to cover. My wool expands again, but of course where it gets to the top, it doesn't have much color. Stir, stir. Doesn't help. Ok, zap in microwave for two minutes, let rest for two minutes. Run in and write on blog, so if this works, I can recreate it. If it doesn't I know what not to do . Riiiight.
Time to check on wool. Kitchen smells grapely wonderful. I don't actually like the taste of KoolAid much, but I do love the smell. And the verdict is...
Grayish purple. Just the color I didn't want. Why do other people get brilliant purples, I've seen them on their sites, not one has a grayish purple. Look at that, the picture on the grape KoolAid package is exactly the same!
The water is still blue. Not a bit of purple, just a nice, sea blue. I stir and cook for another two minutes. Check all the directions on 5 different sites. Cross fingers, eyes and toes and pray.
Maybe I need more KoolAid. It's one a.m. so hubby is not going to dash out and pick it up for me. I only have 3 or 4 ounces total, and I only used a third of that, so who thought it would take more than one package of KoolAid? Obviously not me. I have other colors, but I want PURPLE darn it. I wonder what would happen if I added Ice Blue Raspberry Lemonade. Why do they tend to make raspberry flavoring blue? And raspberry lemonade should be rather orangy, maybe a peachy color, shouldn't it? I mean, I did learn my color chart. But this is the world of food/buyer consumption. In other words, Lala land. Must check to see what color it is on the other sites.
Light turquoise. Pretty, but likely to muddy up purple. I also have Soarin' Strawberry Lemonade (what happened to just Pink Lemonade?), Cherry, and Black Cherry.
Ah, Black Cherry. Now, I told hubby to choose which colors he knew I like. So he had no idea what buying a package of Black Cherry KoolAid would do to me. He just thought it might make a nice purplish color.
Flashback. It's the prim and proper 1950's. Ike is in the White House. I am at a birthday party. I am wearing a dark plaid dress, and my hair is scraped back in a pony tail so tight my eyebrows are where my hairline should be. To this day, I attribute that to my not having hardly any forehead wrinkles. All the other little girls have black patent leather shoes. I have clunky "corrective" saddle shoes. This increases my gazelle-like grace. NOT! I also have on white gloves and maybe a hat that is giving me a headache. I have been threatened within an inch of my life to be a proper lady.
Aaaah, birthday cake! Oh, good, chocolate. Things are looking up! Not that awful cherry chip (because it isn't invented for a few more blissful years). And to drink...KoolAid. Just what I want to go with chocolate cake, citrus sour watery fruit drink. Please, at least let it be grape, please, please...
Dark Cherry. I think it probably was invented just in time to torture my childhood. I dislike fake cherry flavoring, but Black Cherry was the bane of my existence. It was touted on the new big screen (12 inch) black and white TV as THE thing to serve at children's parties. No one thought to ask the kids if they liked it.
And, because I am a proper little lady, I eat my cake and drink my poison. It never occurs to me to drop it on the grass, pretend to spill it, or, heaven forefend, ask for water instead. That would not be lady like. I must suffer, as all women before me have suffered (according to mom) and do what is Right and Proper. I gag it down. Could be worse. Could be cherry chip cake. And in a few years, it will be.
Repeat scene an infinite number of times, changing only the dress and maybe the gloves and hat.
Why in the world does the package say "Caffeine Free". It's got enough dye in it to color 40 white rats deep cherry, but we need assurance it's caffeine free? Lets see, Red 40, Artificial Flavor (no really? is that why I never had a cherry that tasted anything like this guck?) Blue 1. Do not store in metal container. That's because it makes people nervous to find their old, tarnished pitcher shiny and clean where the KoolAid has touched it. Or, if left long enough, small pit holes while the fridge is invaded by a creeping bog of Red 40, Blue 1. Cheers!
Interesting, plain old cherry also has Red 40, Blue 1. Ironically, they all have Red 40 except for Blue Raspberry Lemonade, which only has Blue 1. Wouldn't you think they would put at least a drop of red in, just to pretend raspberries have something to do with it?
Ah. The blue water. So that's Blue 1.
Brief intermission while I worry about Pudge, the sugarglider. Time to check on wool.
Hearing a noise, I flash the light around outside, checking for lurking junkies (I spent part of my day chasing them off). Not that it would do any thing but make them dive for the bushes. But since all the bushes are blackberry brambles, it would at least be satisfying.
The wool, when washed is...unsuccessful is a polite term. It ranges from almost undyed pale gray to red violet to mid grayish purple. Nor have I given any thought to where I'm going to hang it to dry in this cat strewn house. I've tossed over the shower curtain for now, but being free form, it won't stay there for long. Plus Ariel already has her eye on it. She has her "I must touch it because Mom touched it therefore I must adore it" look. Was that the wet splat of wool I heard? Must check.
Rescued in the nick of time. Ariel had yet to make the stretch to the curtain rod, but Morpheus entered the scene. One look and he just KNEW that was something he wasn't supposed to have. Nothing for it but to chase all kitties out of bathroom and shut the door. They will resent this, and begin banging on the door just as soon as we fall asleep. They will continue at calculated intervals. Note to self, do this during the day and hang it outside to dry. Where the horse can't get it.
Although it's hardly worth it. It's got the worst case of blotchy I've ever seen. Some blue, some still white, some lilac, not enough of anything to make anything but a mess. It might be pretty as mohair, but it's just pretty ugly as wool batt. Larger container, more KoolAid maybe?
Must ask Teddy Talkers. If nothing else, they will be sympathetic and have good ideas. After they stop giggling.
Research done, KoolAid bought. All instructions seem to be for either roving, mohair fabric or yarn, none for batting. Oh well, I'm sure it works the same. Right? Right?
First, since I'm doing the microwave version, soak the wool in a glass bowl for at least half an hour. Now, I don't cook any more, and so I don't keep track of the dishes. But I did use to have a a fully stocked mixing and baking bowls and pans. Not a one now. Hmmm. Eventually I find a glass canister and poke my wool into that and cover it with water.
Intermission. We eat, watch Due South dvd, laugh over Moosie deciding that artichoke leaves are the next best thing to chicken, but ONLY if fed from Mom's fingers. Time to begin the experiment.
I had left the container with the wool on the kitchen counter. Now it has one little peak poking up, suspiciously like it had stuck to a cat's tongue when licked. But of course, my cats aren't allowed on the counter, so it couldn't be that! I crack myself up sometimes.
So, I empty out the water and take the wool out. Run hot water in the container, mix the package of KoolAid, poke wool back in. Hey wait a minute. I spent hours getting this stuff nice and fluffy. And now I'm skooshing it all up again? But I preservere, because that's what all the directions say, and I've seen some gorgeous colors. Run enough water in to cover. My wool expands again, but of course where it gets to the top, it doesn't have much color. Stir, stir. Doesn't help. Ok, zap in microwave for two minutes, let rest for two minutes. Run in and write on blog, so if this works, I can recreate it. If it doesn't I know what not to do . Riiiight.
Time to check on wool. Kitchen smells grapely wonderful. I don't actually like the taste of KoolAid much, but I do love the smell. And the verdict is...
Grayish purple. Just the color I didn't want. Why do other people get brilliant purples, I've seen them on their sites, not one has a grayish purple. Look at that, the picture on the grape KoolAid package is exactly the same!
The water is still blue. Not a bit of purple, just a nice, sea blue. I stir and cook for another two minutes. Check all the directions on 5 different sites. Cross fingers, eyes and toes and pray.
Maybe I need more KoolAid. It's one a.m. so hubby is not going to dash out and pick it up for me. I only have 3 or 4 ounces total, and I only used a third of that, so who thought it would take more than one package of KoolAid? Obviously not me. I have other colors, but I want PURPLE darn it. I wonder what would happen if I added Ice Blue Raspberry Lemonade. Why do they tend to make raspberry flavoring blue? And raspberry lemonade should be rather orangy, maybe a peachy color, shouldn't it? I mean, I did learn my color chart. But this is the world of food/buyer consumption. In other words, Lala land. Must check to see what color it is on the other sites.
Light turquoise. Pretty, but likely to muddy up purple. I also have Soarin' Strawberry Lemonade (what happened to just Pink Lemonade?), Cherry, and Black Cherry.
Ah, Black Cherry. Now, I told hubby to choose which colors he knew I like. So he had no idea what buying a package of Black Cherry KoolAid would do to me. He just thought it might make a nice purplish color.
Flashback. It's the prim and proper 1950's. Ike is in the White House. I am at a birthday party. I am wearing a dark plaid dress, and my hair is scraped back in a pony tail so tight my eyebrows are where my hairline should be. To this day, I attribute that to my not having hardly any forehead wrinkles. All the other little girls have black patent leather shoes. I have clunky "corrective" saddle shoes. This increases my gazelle-like grace. NOT! I also have on white gloves and maybe a hat that is giving me a headache. I have been threatened within an inch of my life to be a proper lady.
Aaaah, birthday cake! Oh, good, chocolate. Things are looking up! Not that awful cherry chip (because it isn't invented for a few more blissful years). And to drink...KoolAid. Just what I want to go with chocolate cake, citrus sour watery fruit drink. Please, at least let it be grape, please, please...
Dark Cherry. I think it probably was invented just in time to torture my childhood. I dislike fake cherry flavoring, but Black Cherry was the bane of my existence. It was touted on the new big screen (12 inch) black and white TV as THE thing to serve at children's parties. No one thought to ask the kids if they liked it.
And, because I am a proper little lady, I eat my cake and drink my poison. It never occurs to me to drop it on the grass, pretend to spill it, or, heaven forefend, ask for water instead. That would not be lady like. I must suffer, as all women before me have suffered (according to mom) and do what is Right and Proper. I gag it down. Could be worse. Could be cherry chip cake. And in a few years, it will be.
Repeat scene an infinite number of times, changing only the dress and maybe the gloves and hat.
Why in the world does the package say "Caffeine Free". It's got enough dye in it to color 40 white rats deep cherry, but we need assurance it's caffeine free? Lets see, Red 40, Artificial Flavor (no really? is that why I never had a cherry that tasted anything like this guck?) Blue 1. Do not store in metal container. That's because it makes people nervous to find their old, tarnished pitcher shiny and clean where the KoolAid has touched it. Or, if left long enough, small pit holes while the fridge is invaded by a creeping bog of Red 40, Blue 1. Cheers!
Interesting, plain old cherry also has Red 40, Blue 1. Ironically, they all have Red 40 except for Blue Raspberry Lemonade, which only has Blue 1. Wouldn't you think they would put at least a drop of red in, just to pretend raspberries have something to do with it?
Ah. The blue water. So that's Blue 1.
Brief intermission while I worry about Pudge, the sugarglider. Time to check on wool.
Hearing a noise, I flash the light around outside, checking for lurking junkies (I spent part of my day chasing them off). Not that it would do any thing but make them dive for the bushes. But since all the bushes are blackberry brambles, it would at least be satisfying.
The wool, when washed is...unsuccessful is a polite term. It ranges from almost undyed pale gray to red violet to mid grayish purple. Nor have I given any thought to where I'm going to hang it to dry in this cat strewn house. I've tossed over the shower curtain for now, but being free form, it won't stay there for long. Plus Ariel already has her eye on it. She has her "I must touch it because Mom touched it therefore I must adore it" look. Was that the wet splat of wool I heard? Must check.
Rescued in the nick of time. Ariel had yet to make the stretch to the curtain rod, but Morpheus entered the scene. One look and he just KNEW that was something he wasn't supposed to have. Nothing for it but to chase all kitties out of bathroom and shut the door. They will resent this, and begin banging on the door just as soon as we fall asleep. They will continue at calculated intervals. Note to self, do this during the day and hang it outside to dry. Where the horse can't get it.
Although it's hardly worth it. It's got the worst case of blotchy I've ever seen. Some blue, some still white, some lilac, not enough of anything to make anything but a mess. It might be pretty as mohair, but it's just pretty ugly as wool batt. Larger container, more KoolAid maybe?
Must ask Teddy Talkers. If nothing else, they will be sympathetic and have good ideas. After they stop giggling.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Raggae
I entered a challenge on Teddy Talk to make an anime creature. So, I planed carefully, looked at the cute anime sites and looked at what I had to make my creature out of.
Not much. Some cool yarn Penny gave me, some roving that K got me, plus obsidian beads. Oh well. So I sketched out some ideas.
My fingers had been twitching ever since I saw this one yarn Penny had included. That had to be a mane or something flowing. It was waaaay cool!
While I was at the in-laws, I worked on my creature. I had a small bit of roving that was a good color match for the yarn. I felted a little lion. For some reason, rocks in the head seemed called for. So I put a small container holding lapis chips and one crystal chip, to rattle. Then I decided I didn't want him so hard, so I felted over some cotton balls. They felted nicely! It seemed a good idea to make his nose the same color as his mane, so I did. Since I didn't have a lot of blue roving, I made his underneath parts from some grey roving. I made him sitting so his little pads show. I was going to joint him, then decided not to. I got his cheeks done, then he wanted a mouth. The better to roar with I guess. I wanted some eyes but all I had was some obsidian beads. So I felted some whites, and put his eyes over that. He looked soft and velvety. Next, the mane. Went wild with that, planning to trim it. But everyone who saw it said "DON"T cut his mane!" Carol said he looked like he had reggae dreads. So I didn't cut his mane and Raggae was born.
Sadly, with all that mane, Raggae doesn't photograph very well. But here's what I can get.
That's Ariels paw sneaking into the picture.
That's his little tail sticking out behind him. I don't know if he is anime, but he was fun to make and he's a lot cuter than the pictures!
Now tomorrow, I try Kool Aid dye!
Rosebud's Big Day
Now that Rosebud was born, and had introduced herself to everyone at Teddy Talk, it was time for her to strut her stuff a bit. So first, the photoshoot
Then her debut as an avatar and an Easter Greeting.
She was so good, and posed just like I wanted her to. But she was a little sad that she couldn't meet the rest of the family. So I promised her a trip to Hollywood to meet some real stars.
She really liked Meeko, and got along great with Puss In Boots. But she thought the little guy in the green helmet was just a little strange.
Then her debut as an avatar and an Easter Greeting.She was so good, and posed just like I wanted her to. But she was a little sad that she couldn't meet the rest of the family. So I promised her a trip to Hollywood to meet some real stars.
She really liked Meeko, and got along great with Puss In Boots. But she thought the little guy in the green helmet was just a little strange.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Rossssssebuhhhddddd
So much for Citizen Kane.
That fuzzy mushroom below? Well, it grumbled and griped, then suddenly decided it liked pink. PINK! So I just kept poking away, and eventually, this was born.
Her name is Rosebud. No, it's not like me. The more I hang around at Teddy Talk, the more girly girly I get. The more I like (shudder) pink. I'm playing with dolls! I like it!
Anyway, Rosebud is fully jointed, meaning she can pose lots of different ways. Not too bad for my very first one. No pattern, just hanging out with extremely talented and helpful people on-line, bless 'em. This is Rosebud's back, so if you look really close, you can see her cute little tail.
As a matter of fact, Rosebud seems to like being in the lime light a lot.
And of course, she had to meet Moosie. Well, she wanted to meet everyone, but Morphy was a little too interested, and the others got up and left.
Well, I finally got her settled down, but tomorrow is another day.
Suffocating Slowly in Salem
Watched Sleepless in Seattle recently. Therefore alliterative titles.
Willamette Valley is one of the worst places for allergies in the world. I'm allergic to cottonwood. I live in a cottonwood grove. In a moldy single wide from the 60's. Damn place is probably older than I am. It will probably outlast me at this rate.
So here's the deal. The place is a total dump, was when we moved in, although it was a freshly painted dump. So we painted again, patched and did what we could. But over the years, it has deteriated. Didn't do much this year to stop it, the year of the Meth House. Hard to feel like doing anything when 10 feet away deals are going down. I don't think I left the house hardly at all last summer. No walks down to the pond when there are slithery people about.
The last of them is supposed to be shuffled off by the police tomorrow. That won't be the end of it. Like roaches, once they get in, they are hard to get out, and Ben keeps letting them come back in to "get stuff and clean up" Yeah right.
They left the 5th wheel locked, so we can't get in. I figured out how to get in. We haven't seen hide nor hair of the Leeches since they boogied two weeks ago. So Camille and Scott show up today, about an hour after I have this conversation with Ben about how I should call the police if anyone shows up down here. So, we call the police. Funny, how no sign of them until we get into the place, then boom! Suddenly we have company. Jerry or Tony? Jerry I hope, he's the one the cops pick up tomorrow. Scott zips by our house at full speed, headed out to the meadow. I'm out at the 5th wheeler when Camille walks up. What a waste. There was potential there once. Anyway, she says they have permission from Ben. I say I don't know that and the police are on the way. Camille says that's fine. I say the police want to talk to Scott anyway because there are things missing. K is in on the phone, so I go in to check with him and see if he's got through to Ben. When I come back, Camille is gone, I think she's gone in the 5th wheel. But nope, here they come, zipping back out (evidently Camille spread the word about the cops coming). Too late, here comes Ben. He talked to Scott for a bit, don't know what was said. Told Ben that they were coming back "to clean" It is to laugh! Then they left. Ben told them they had to have permission if they wanted back in. Well, they know we'll call the cops on them in seconds, so maybe they will stay out. One can hope. Oh, they left food in the sink and a fridge full of spoilables. Not nearly as bad as when Lisa left. 10 pts for Camille. Oh, yeah, I found bits and pieces of my stuff scattered through their junk. For years I'm going to be saying, now I was sure I had that... Oh, and the soulful picture of Jesus (Caucasian version of course) and typical Bible. These people always have more than one Bible.
Well, the chooks are all nesting, 'cept for the trio. They are quieter than usual without the hens to show off for. Buffy the Slug Slayer nested on a blank board, tilted forward. The eggs just rolled off and smashed below. Buffy the SS is not the brightest nugget in the box. I fixed it so her eggs wouldn't roll off, then today made her a nest box. That meant I had to chase her off the shelf. MUCH indignation and noise. The boys gathered round her, clucking sympathetically, and probably they hoped sexily.
As I was rearranging things so the box would fit, all these eggs started rolling out from every where! Poor silly hen! Of course they were all cold, no chickies from them. I put the two freshest looking back in and tossed the rest. I was looking around to see what I would have to do to make the place livable, when white caught my eye. This time it was 8 eggs on this little space, although they had rolled to both sides. No hen. Plus the 4 eggs on the floor. Where did the dead chick come from? My hens are so dumb!
I check on the hens every day, so after this I went back to check on the little black hen in the manger. SHE has a lovely nest, all warm and neat with straw. I sort of lifted up her tail and peeked. She didn't even squawk, I'm pretty sure it's Sweety Bird. She has two tiny eggs. I looked around a bit more, and spotted Lacey. Don't know if she can actually sit on her eggs back there, but no one can get to her, that's sure. Two more chooks to go. I couldn't see if Buffy moved into the nest, but two of the boys were roosting right above her, so I'm sure she was. Guess I'll round up the rest of those eggs before they go bad.
I'm in another big push to get this place livable. Got the water bowl/trash can area cleaned up. Doesn't sound like much, but it was covered with cat fur. Soggy cat fur because Morphy loves to play in the water dish until all the water is out.
No water dish. I tell hubby firmly. But they like it! They can use the drip in the bathtub like they usually do. I'll put the dish under it. (I'd like to live in a house I owned, a nice clean house. We don't always get what we want This time, I'm over ruling the cat.) Morphy thinks it's funny. He attacks the broom with a lover's tackle. Hmm, maybe this means something, like maybe the broom isn't being used enough! Hubby fixing the wet dry vac because he knows I'm going to make him clean the floors. He is totally right too!
So, 2' x 4' patch clean, towel laid down to catch any drips. Doesn't sound like much, and I was gasping at the end of it. But dang it, it's a start.
Back to attack the kitchen. Then I can settle down to felting what ever I want. Or go to bed, which ever sounds better.
Willamette Valley is one of the worst places for allergies in the world. I'm allergic to cottonwood. I live in a cottonwood grove. In a moldy single wide from the 60's. Damn place is probably older than I am. It will probably outlast me at this rate.
So here's the deal. The place is a total dump, was when we moved in, although it was a freshly painted dump. So we painted again, patched and did what we could. But over the years, it has deteriated. Didn't do much this year to stop it, the year of the Meth House. Hard to feel like doing anything when 10 feet away deals are going down. I don't think I left the house hardly at all last summer. No walks down to the pond when there are slithery people about.
The last of them is supposed to be shuffled off by the police tomorrow. That won't be the end of it. Like roaches, once they get in, they are hard to get out, and Ben keeps letting them come back in to "get stuff and clean up" Yeah right.
They left the 5th wheel locked, so we can't get in. I figured out how to get in. We haven't seen hide nor hair of the Leeches since they boogied two weeks ago. So Camille and Scott show up today, about an hour after I have this conversation with Ben about how I should call the police if anyone shows up down here. So, we call the police. Funny, how no sign of them until we get into the place, then boom! Suddenly we have company. Jerry or Tony? Jerry I hope, he's the one the cops pick up tomorrow. Scott zips by our house at full speed, headed out to the meadow. I'm out at the 5th wheeler when Camille walks up. What a waste. There was potential there once. Anyway, she says they have permission from Ben. I say I don't know that and the police are on the way. Camille says that's fine. I say the police want to talk to Scott anyway because there are things missing. K is in on the phone, so I go in to check with him and see if he's got through to Ben. When I come back, Camille is gone, I think she's gone in the 5th wheel. But nope, here they come, zipping back out (evidently Camille spread the word about the cops coming). Too late, here comes Ben. He talked to Scott for a bit, don't know what was said. Told Ben that they were coming back "to clean" It is to laugh! Then they left. Ben told them they had to have permission if they wanted back in. Well, they know we'll call the cops on them in seconds, so maybe they will stay out. One can hope. Oh, they left food in the sink and a fridge full of spoilables. Not nearly as bad as when Lisa left. 10 pts for Camille. Oh, yeah, I found bits and pieces of my stuff scattered through their junk. For years I'm going to be saying, now I was sure I had that... Oh, and the soulful picture of Jesus (Caucasian version of course) and typical Bible. These people always have more than one Bible.
Well, the chooks are all nesting, 'cept for the trio. They are quieter than usual without the hens to show off for. Buffy the Slug Slayer nested on a blank board, tilted forward. The eggs just rolled off and smashed below. Buffy the SS is not the brightest nugget in the box. I fixed it so her eggs wouldn't roll off, then today made her a nest box. That meant I had to chase her off the shelf. MUCH indignation and noise. The boys gathered round her, clucking sympathetically, and probably they hoped sexily.
As I was rearranging things so the box would fit, all these eggs started rolling out from every where! Poor silly hen! Of course they were all cold, no chickies from them. I put the two freshest looking back in and tossed the rest. I was looking around to see what I would have to do to make the place livable, when white caught my eye. This time it was 8 eggs on this little space, although they had rolled to both sides. No hen. Plus the 4 eggs on the floor. Where did the dead chick come from? My hens are so dumb!
I check on the hens every day, so after this I went back to check on the little black hen in the manger. SHE has a lovely nest, all warm and neat with straw. I sort of lifted up her tail and peeked. She didn't even squawk, I'm pretty sure it's Sweety Bird. She has two tiny eggs. I looked around a bit more, and spotted Lacey. Don't know if she can actually sit on her eggs back there, but no one can get to her, that's sure. Two more chooks to go. I couldn't see if Buffy moved into the nest, but two of the boys were roosting right above her, so I'm sure she was. Guess I'll round up the rest of those eggs before they go bad.
I'm in another big push to get this place livable. Got the water bowl/trash can area cleaned up. Doesn't sound like much, but it was covered with cat fur. Soggy cat fur because Morphy loves to play in the water dish until all the water is out.
No water dish. I tell hubby firmly. But they like it! They can use the drip in the bathtub like they usually do. I'll put the dish under it. (I'd like to live in a house I owned, a nice clean house. We don't always get what we want This time, I'm over ruling the cat.) Morphy thinks it's funny. He attacks the broom with a lover's tackle. Hmm, maybe this means something, like maybe the broom isn't being used enough! Hubby fixing the wet dry vac because he knows I'm going to make him clean the floors. He is totally right too!
So, 2' x 4' patch clean, towel laid down to catch any drips. Doesn't sound like much, and I was gasping at the end of it. But dang it, it's a start.
Back to attack the kitchen. Then I can settle down to felting what ever I want. Or go to bed, which ever sounds better.
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