Monday, March 30, 2020

Another day.

 Another Monday. The 3rd Monday of staying at home.  It's a dreary day which followed a dreary weekend with lots and lots of rain! One of things I like to do is to walk to the creek and check out the water level. This time of year the level is usually high. Every other year or so we have a flood which alternately piles logs and dams the creek and then washes all the logs away.  I'm waiting for flood waters to wash away the logs that have been hindering the path of the creek this past year.

I've done a little bit a sewing - I made a couple of face masks for my daughter. She's a nurse and is worried about sharing germs after work when she goes home.  I am making progress on a quilt that is a high priority for completing.  There's even one or two new projects I'd like to begin. 

And then there are naps. Lots and lots of naps.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Oreo takes up poledancing.

Day 8 of working from home (I think it's 8 days, maybe more). After my feline coworkers participated in their early morning shenanigans and completed their pre-lunch and post-lunch naps, some of them felt a little frisky. 

I have ladybugs in my office/sewing room/bedroom which are fascinating to the cats. Oreo isn't really poledancing, I don't think, rather she is laser focused on a ladybug. 

It is amazing the amount of work I get done and how quickly the day passes. Since it snowed then rained then snowed today, I don't have any pictures from outside.  Yesterday however, I experienced a miracle! Just as I had given up all hope, I found 18 eggs in the chicken coop.  And they aren't too old! Still usable!  This means that I will still have fresh eggs until the new crew begin laying sometime around August!

Monday, March 23, 2020

An introvert's dream.

 Week 2 of working from home. I don't mind this one bit. It is great to live in the country because I can go outside, walk in the woods, sit on the deck and never have to worry about running into anyone. If I get tired working at my computer, I can get up and let the dogs out or simply sit and look out my windows.  I never get tired of the view.  As my lovely assistants frame the differing views today: Mrs. Bobbins watching robins bathe themselves in the puddle across the road, Thimba watching as it begins to snow - disgusted, she jumped onto the bed to nap until a sunnier day; and finally, Mrs. Bobbins once again checking out the bigger, fluffier snowflakes.  There is never a dull moment. 

Not seen is Pappy Decker who has found himself a comfy spot on a quilt rack.  Not much happens outside my windows that I or the cats do not notice. Fortunately, nothing much ever happens aside from robins bathing, roosters roaming, or cats looking through the field for food. 

I am enjoying this while recognizing that many of people are not enjoying this at all.  I'm thankful for what I have and although I am quite content where I am, I will be happy when the world can come alive again.

Sunday, March 22, 2020


Pappy Decker
 It has been an interesting week or so.  The word of the decade I'm sure will be social-distancing.  As an introvert, I'm not inconvenienced in the least.

It is unfortunate that the COVID 19 has become a pandemic. Seems to me that if things had been handled differently, we wouldn't be in the pickle we find ourselves to be in.  I think everyone knows the downside to this and when I read this post in the future, I don't want to be reminded of all the obvious negativity of our current situation.  I want to be able to read this and be able to think back to all the really good stuff that has come out of this. 

For example, right now it feels as if the world is on the same page and fighting the same enemy. I'm seeing those who have, sharing with those who do not have.  I'm seeing many companies stepping up and bending over backwards to keep their employees employed. I see businesses modify the delivery of their services and waive delivery fees, offer curbside delivery, and other little things that make a huge difference.  Over the road truck drivers seem to be getting the positive recognition that they have long deserved. Medical workers, from nurses, to doctors, to aides, to custodial staff, are getting the recognition that they deserve.  Cashiers in the grocery stores who, I'm sure, have their own families somehow manage to be pleasant.

Mrs. Bobbins
Casper 'helping'
I feel like a beautiful day outside means a little more right now. And the snow we are expecting tomorrow? I don't need to worry about having to drive in it because my employer allows me to work from home.  It's interesting that jobs that before last week, didn't seem to be as effective in a virtual environment have turned out to be extremely effective.  In fact, when we are permitted to work from our offices again, I will keep virtual meetings as an option in scheduling appointments.

I have a feeling, especially if this self-quarantine remains in effect for a longer period of time, that there will be a lot of people who look at life differently once we are ungrounded.  I can't help but feel that God has decided that we all need a time-out. The hatred that has been spewing over the past several years has gotten out of control.  From all fronts.  We are fighting so much that I don't think many of us even remember what we are fighting about, let alone what we are fighting for. 

God is still speaking. God is still in charge.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Being thankful.

This is Pappy Decker. He is extremely sweet and has long hair growing out of his ears. He purrs almost constantly and is always the first kitty I see when I wake up. He is so sweet but when I let him, sometimes he bites me. Gently. I'm thankful for him because although he always seems to love me, there's a little bit of bite. Of viciousness. It makes me not feel so bad that the same trait is inherent in humans. I would love to believe that humans (including myself) are kind but the truth is, no matter how hard we try there is always a little bit of viciousness.

How does that relate to Thanksgiving? I'm not really sure. I'm thankful for my family, including the canine  and feline members. I'm thankful that after this week Of anxiety, it has been confirmed that my health is good.

So many things to be thankful for. So very many things. It is wonderful to be able to share this day with people I love.

Monday, July 8, 2019

Three little kittens

 I confess that I have more cats than I know what to do with.  I feed them throughout the winter and provide them protective housing.  And they've multiplied. 

I've got 10 scheduled for spay/neuter in August, I've taken in 2 of them (in addition to Mrs. Bobbins who was destined to be a quilting cat).  I've found homes for 1 of the kittens.  So now I have 3 kittens living with me and I love all 3 of them fiercely.  3 different personalities. It does my heart good to watch them play with their cat tree and with each other.  But there are others who I am trying to keep safe until they are able to get 'fixed'.  My hope is to find homes for all of the sweet little kittens, a few not socialized at all.  I'm fine with caring with the mama and daddy cats because I'm getting them fixed so not to reproduce.  But those kittens.  They will be vaccinated and cared for before hopefully going to their fur=ever home.  But I understand perfectly that they may live out the rest of their days with me.  And I'm ok with that.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Mrs. Bobbins and Tipper

It's no secret that I madly love my little chihuahua and my cat - Tipper and Mrs. Bobbins. I love them beyond reason.  They are the lights of my life (in addition to several humans).  Because I work with the public,  I'm often  reminded of why I prefer the company of an old dog and a cantankerous cat to that of humans.  But I am really trying to be a little more social but honestly, it is just so difficult!  I find it much more relaxing spending time in my sewing room with gorgeous fabric, my sewing machine and more ideas than I could ever bring to fruition! 

It is a good time when I can spend an afternoon sewing or reading in the company of beings that require no interaction whatsoever.  Maybe it's because I spend my week talking to people non-stop.  I don't know.  I could say that it is because with Tipper and Mrs. Bobbins, I'm not judged.  But that would be a lie - anyone who has been owned by a cat knows that they are constantly being judged!

 I've been feeling out of sorts for quite a while and I think it is because I haven't written anything in a long time.  I feel as if I have no words.  But I have pictures which will suffice until I find a few more words.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Statutes of Limitation

First of all, I'm not entirely sure that is the proper phrase - statutes of limitation.  But I was wondering, as I finished up a wallhanging that I started a very long time ago.  I began a patriotic wallhanging, a door hanging actually, decades ago.  All that remained to be completed was squaring it up and sewing the binding.  It is not one of my better pieces of work. The fabric was atrocious having mixed homespuns with quilting cotton, using directional prints inappropriately.  The points in the Ohio star didn't even come within waving distance.  It was a mess.  It was also one of the first things I ever made. I was young, didn't have a lot of experience, was trying out different techniques, a different pattern, and different fabrics.  It probably wasn't worth finishing/  It will look very nice on my front door - the mistakes will be nearly invisible when looking at the door hanging as a whole.  I supposed I could pick it apart and agonize over the wrong choices I made when constructing it but instead, I think I will just enjoy its beauty, imperfections and all.

That doorhanging kind of reminds me of people.  Lots of people make mistakes - some big and some small. Many mistakes are made when they are young, especially when they are teenagers. But like the doorhanging which developed into a beautiful decoration to enjoy, people tend to overcome some of their less stellar moments and actually evolve into beautiful human beings.  It is no fun to be reminded of the mistakes along the way. It's frustrating to try and try and be a positive force in the world only to be reminded of times when you weren't your best, when you were trying to fit in, trying to have friends with the only group of people who were willing to be your friends.

So what is the statute of limitations on a creation? I've forgiven myself for the blunders I made on that first project from years ago. Instead, I will enjoy the colors and the sentiments of its whole. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Keeping busy

Looking for native plants

A wallhanging made for my mom
It feels like forever since I've written anything here.  Actually, I've written many posts but never seem to find the time to post them.

This past weekend was the graduations of two of my daughters.  I have to say that college graduations are much better than high school graduations - at least they are for me. 

In my mind, high school graduation is the bookend of childhood.  When I saw my kids walk across the platform to receive their high school diploma, it was like a goodbye to parenthood, to childhood, and to the babies I devoted my heart to 24/7.  In elementary through high school, my kids were prodded, cajoled, encouraged, and sometimes, threatened to get up, get dressed, do their homework, and do their best in school.  In college, it is all about their choices.  It is on them.  When my sons and daughters went to college, I would pray that I or someone had influenced them in a positive way so that they were able to move forward and make good choices. And when they walk across that stage, they, not me, are the champions.  They've done what they needed to do academically to succeed as well as having a social life, and hold down jobs to help with costs. 

Despite the fact that I am an academic adviser at the University they all attended and are currently attending, they have done this all on their own.  I may have occasionally suggested that they contact their adviser or apply for scholarships or grants, but that is it.  It was on them to make sure that they completed the requirements for their degree.

So a college graduation is truly a celebration of who my daughters and sons are as well as their potential.  It is all up to them now and I have no doubt that they can reach whatever dreams they have.

Friday, December 7, 2018

“A little child…a shining star…a stable rude…the door ajar.
Yet in that place, so crude, forlorn,
The hope of all the world was born.”
~Author Unknown

I found this on a blog I just found (it is 6/8/18 today) -

I'm posting it ahead because I know I'll never find it, let alone remember it in December!

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Old goats, slow goats.

For the first time in a long time, my goats escaped.  My son received a phone call from the neighbor last Saturday morning to let him know that Leslie and Cinderella were on the loose.  He wasn't at home so he called me.  I was on my way home from town but unlike years past, I wasn't in a frenzy to get home and catch them. Because honestly, those goats are old just like I am. They are no more interested in going any farther to get something to eat than I am interested in traveling very far for food.  So I took my time and when I got home, I stood out back and sure enough, the goats were close to the fence nibbling on the neighbor's rose of Sharon bush.  All it took was for me to jiggle an empty bucket and the girls came trotting up the hill and back into the pasture without a problem. Also unlike years ago, they didn't run right back to where they escaped so I had plenty of time to gather the tools I needed and leisurely fixed the fence.

Another day.

 Another Monday. The 3rd Monday of staying at home.  It's a dreary day which followed a dreary weekend with lots and lots of rain! On...