Hey PeTA…Leave Our Dog Out of Your Propaganda

30 09 2016

I stand with Ray’s mom. Please read and speak up.

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“Good for Montreal”.  Those are the first words of an article PeTA posted on their website congratulating Montreal on a job well done.  They talk about spay/neuter, microchipping, and vaccinations and how much they appreciate the measures Montreal has taken to be responsible.  They however fail to address the sheer cruelty of the muzzle requirement. They don’t acknowledge that this law is designed to punish dogs for natural behaviors. They don’t say a word about the portion that penalizes outdoor cats.

But worst of all…the thing that makes my blood boil and makes me see red…they invoke the Vicktory Dogs.  They had the audacity to mention the Vicktory Dogs in their hideous, abhorrent article.

These are dogs that PeTA went to court to try and have euthanized.  They actually petitioned the court, and when the court wouldn’t listen, tried to sue to have the dogs killed.  They called them “ticking…

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Shawl is Finished – Ethereal Grace

4 09 2016

I finished a shawl in a record eight days and got it blocked this evening.

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The shawl being blocked.

Detail of center spine.

Detail of center spine.

Detail of edge.

Detail of edge.

I used 700 yards of mint green Aunt Lydia’s #10 Crochet cotton and U.S. size 8 (5mm) needles. I didn’t measure the shawl, but it looks to be about 50″ x 27″. It is a gift for the spouse’s youngest daughter who is visiting with her new baby daughter from out-of-state.

The shawl is a combination of two different patterns, Grace by Velvet Dishon (the leaves), a spine pattern I added, and Ethereal by Lakshmi Juneja (the edge) and is worked from the top (long edge) down. I just can’t do a pattern completely as given.

I have to admit I’m pleased with the results.

 





Corn

27 08 2016

The corn in the pot is doing well, lots of rain, more rain forecast in the coming week, and the corn is using every drop. This is Indian corn, I think. The kernels were all different colors and I have quite a bit of it left. Spouse is muttering about making tortillas from it after it’s dried.

One of the ears.

One of the ears. Taken Saturday, 20 August 2016.

The same ear a week later on Saturday, 27 August 2016.

The same ear a week later on Saturday, 27 August 2016.

The Pot of Corn - Thursday, 04August 2016

The Pot of Corn – Thursday, 04 August 2016.

It has been interesting watching the corn and talking to the neighbors about it, there have been lots of comments and questions since the pot was moved further from the building.

Otherwise, things have been quiet. We’re in the process of moving to the apartment below the one we’re in now. The fun of temporary quarters. I am very grateful to have them even if it means a big disruption, but we gain a bit more room and no stairs.

 





Core Values

30 07 2016

I had started a post very similar to what is here. I couldn’t have said it as well. I believe this is something we all should think about. I do not want the America of the “groups”, most of us probably don’t. We have lost our direction and need to get back to these core values, as individuals and as a society.

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As an Army Brat,  I traveled the world, and experienced cultures across the globe.  It was an incredible way to grow up.  But no matter how far afield we were, my parents held fast to the Midwest values they had both learned growing up during the Great Depression.

As an Army Colonel, my father always exhibited those core values: honor, honesty, faith, decency, thrift, moderation, and service to others.  As children my siblings and I were expected to learn and model the same beliefs.  Fair play and respect were incredibly important in our household.  Bullying wasn’t tolerated, nor were tattling or whining.  Our word was something to be protected.  A reputation was something that should never be sullied. Those weaker than us were to be protected and lifted up.

I think that is why this campaign season  is so bothersome to me.  I’ve seen multiple Presidential campaigns come and go…but…

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After the Storm

25 07 2016
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Sunset with rays after the storm with rain still on the window.

We had a slam-bang electrical storm yesterday evening. It started with a very loud crack of thunder and the odd sensation of a close lightning strike. Poor Smoky went and hid behind the toilet. In his efforts to get even further behind that fixture he chewed the water supply line (again) and there was a wet dog and a wet mess to clean up. It took him two hours after things cleared before he would come out of the bathroom. We waited things out, watching some spectacular lightning and listening to the rolling thunder and pounding rain. There were sheets of rain, some so heavy that it was impossible to see out the windows at all. After it finally moved on, and things started to clear, we were gifted with a sunset with rays and a partial rainbow that disappeared with the occasional lightning flashes around it.

The rainbow disappeared because of the lightning.

The rainbow disappeared because of the lightning.

I’m very thankful for having a decent place to stay and one that is nice and dry.

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The corn I planted in a big flower pot is tasseling, I didn’t really expect it to still be alive let alone tasseling. Maybe there will be one or two ears of corn after all. I wasn’t able to get any tomatoes, I did have the pots for them. Maybe next year.





The State of Things

14 07 2016

At present I am in temporary quarters, thanks to a very good friend who has allowed me and my spouse to stay in a building they own after we were evicted from my home of 46 1/2 years. Things are chaotic and unsettled at present (July 2016) and we are hoping and praying that we will be in a more permanent situation before winter.Also that we well be able to keep our possessions which are in two large storage units (on which the rent just went up). Despite my best efforts I am still without a job, a situation that has gone on far too long and has been extremely frustrating, I am not interested in hearing that I will be bored with whatever job is available nor am i interested in hearing that I am overqualified (all the more reason to hire me, you’d never have to wonder if I could do what I was hired to do and I never get bored either, never have and don’t see that as a possibility in the future – I believe choosing boredom is just that, a choice).The lack of a job also means that I have no income, only waht little I was able to save which is now being used to keep the storage units.

The way things are also means that I do not have access to my genealogy records, notes etc, and while a lot of it is on my computer, which I do have, there are things that were to be scanned and photographed. All the materials for the things I make are also scattered around in the storage units and are not easily available. I was able to save a few of the plants that were in my garden, they’re all in pots, and was rewarded by one of the Oriental lilies blooming this week.

Oriental Lily - blooming while grosing in a pot.

Oriental Lily – blooming while grosing in a pot.

We had storms this evening and a pervasive golden glow instead of a sunset and a rainbow. This is the second rainbow in the last week, it wasn’t possible to get a photo of the first one.

This evening's rainbow.

This evening’s rainbow. This is looking east.

I apologize for the unpleasant nature of this post, however, that is how things stand at present.

 





An Unexpected Loss

7 07 2016

I discovered today that a blog friend, Viv Blake, has died. Left this sad, old world and moved on to the next, of which we can only speculate. I found her through her comments on The Kitchen’s Garden. 

I read everything she had in her archives and while she was definitely a poet she also was a fiction and non-fiction writer, her “Anne’s Fortune” and “War Memoir” are marvelous reads. She was a talented quilter as well. She will be missed. She shared her love with those of us in the blog world. Good bye, Viv. My deepest condolences to her family, her other blog friends and all who knew her.