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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Dime Store Glasses, Part 2

Tami is a dental hygienist. A very good dental hygienist.

Hygienists use special protective lenses while working in a patient’s mouth. Tami keeps her personalized eye protection organized and in perfect condition.

However, when it comes to her casual eyewear, Tami is renowned for the exact opposite.

One perfect example occurred when Tami drove her car and two of her associates to a Dental Hygiene Seminar.

At the end of the day, they piled into the car, tired, weary, and ready to head home.

However, before they hit the road, Tami needed to check her phone messages. Even with the dome lights, she wasn’t able to see the information on her tiny cell screen.

“Drat it, I need to find my reading glasses,” she grumbled and began digging through her purse.

Tami’s co-workers knew the drill. She often removes her “dime store glasses” and forgets where she placed them. Her searches usually end up with replacements purchases at Costco, or whatever store is convenient. Sometimes she buys several pair at time. (She’s a good shopper, too!)

While Tami shuffled the purse contents, her friend in the passenger seat opened the glove compartment. The back seat occupant began perusing Tami’s book bag that sat next to her in the empty seat.

The three women were successful. Simultaneously, each held up a pair. Tami donned her eyewear discovery and looked at the others with one of her trademark grins.

“Well, there you go!” she chuckled. She picked up her cell phone and hesitated over it for a moment.

On an impulse, she suggested, “While I check my voice mail, why don’t you two play a little game? We’ll call it “how many pairs of glasses can you find in Tami’s car?”

The other two were intrigued and began going through the door pockets, the center console, under the seats, and every orifice the car interior afforded.

When 10 more pair were secured, laughter shook the car.

“Oh no! I found two more!” One woman screamed.

The jubilation prompted Tami to join the hunt by inspecting the area surrounding the driver’s seat.

When the excavation was complete, twenty-three drug store glasses sat in a heap.

It was quite the spectacle.

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Last weekend while visiting Tami, my curiosity took me on a "spy" journey around her house to see how many glasses I could find without being to nosy.

Fourteen pair in about 10 minutes.

(ps. Tami recently became the proud owner of PRESCRIPTION GLASSES. They can be found in their case......somewhere.)

Friday, September 28, 2007

Julie has a Mug

One of my very first blog friends, Julie of Another Chance Ranch ,is having her very first give away.

So, click on that coffee colored link, leave a comment (tell her I sent ya), and win that travel mug!!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Dime Store Glasses, Part 1

I was fortunate to have 20/20 eyesight until I reached my forties. Then I began a torturous metamorphous.

Very subtly, yet methodically, my ability to focus deteriorated. The condition is called Presbyopia. You can read about it here, here, and here.

The short of it is that the lens in the eye becomes rigid (loses its elasticity) and may involve muscle atrophy as well. All who reach middle age will experience this aging phenomenon to some degree.

My first response was defiance and holding my reading material at arms length. When my arms grew too short, I purchased a pair of drug store reading glasses. (That’s what I call them.) They are available in little kiosks similar to the ones that display sunglasses.

Magnification begins at .5 and can increase as high as +600. That last one is denial at its apogee.

I accepted defeat early on and signed on for my first pair of prescription glasses. They were no-line bifocals that induced seasickness when I descended the stairs. I adjusted.

Now I wear no-line trifocals. They have a sweet spot for close reading, another to see my computer screen, and a third to see people’s faces more clearly across my desk. Nevertheless, I still peak over the tops of the lens like an old librarian.

I haven’t succumbed to purchasing eye glass necklaces – but, it is most certainly the next step. I take my glasses off to see distant objects, and then I forget where I put them.

I still have a pair or two of drug store reading glasses hiding somewhere around the house – just in case I can’t find the ones I am looking for.

At least I haven't left mine on the trunk of the car as the hubby did his glasses. We found them down the street smashed to smithereens.

My brother Mike and his wife Tami suffer the same vision loss, but have even more problems keeping track of their eye wear. I'll be telling on them soon.

Watch for Dime Store Glasses, Part II later this week.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Mt. Rainier

Sunday proved to be the perfect day for us to choose the long road home. It took us about an hour longer in travel time.

Chinook Pass was gorgeous. The clouds lifted and the majestic mountain posed in white chiffon, blue silk, and green velvet.

She towers over 14,400 feet.
Driving up the Western slope.

The pass reaches its summit at 5,432 feet.

A view from the first east side curve. The cars on the highway look like ants.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The Web

I nearly walked through this Golden Orb-Weaver web at my brothers house this weekend. It wrapped up its dinner and put it away for later.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Fun Monday #34, My favorite Recipe

Lisa, The Food Snob, is hosting today's Fun Monday. True to her calling - she has requested that we post about our favorite recipe. In her own words:

My challenge:
I want to see your favorite recipe, be it either because your grandmother wrote it, it's the easiest thing you can slap together that everyone likes, it makes you feel healthy, it's cheap, etc. You don't have to
make it (although you could if you want) but let us see the index card, cookbook, printed paper from the web, and why it's a favorite in your house. If you have a lot, just pick one, I know I'll have to!

Mom baked so many pies during my growing up years: Three pies each time. She cut them into fourths. Each of her eight children got 1/4 of a pie for dessert. It wasn't until I became a teenager and ate pie at other people's houses that I realized a pie should be cut into much smaller pieces

Dad loved pie. He told me on more than one occasion there were only two kinds of pie that he liked: "Hot and cold."

"On the other hand," he would add with a chuckle, "there's only one kind of pie I don't like."

I always knew what he would say next but loved to hear it anyway.

"Jam pie! That's where the top crust is jammed down to the bottom crust."

I'm not sure what prompted mom to give me the pie cookbook that dad gave her when I was a kid. It was the Sunday before Mothers Day. Dad had passed away 3 1/2 years earlier.

Perhaps she was hoping I would bake her favorite for the next weekend. For whatever reason, it was important to her. She signed and dated it.

(Because of her commemoration I know that Amanda was still a twinkle in her fathers eye. Karmyn was not fond of Apple Pie, but she and her sister Jennifer were the apples of their grandma's eyes.)

There are 289 pages of pie recipes.

Some of my earliest memories are of sitting at our old kitchen table and watching mom dish out a steaming 1/4 pie to dad. He would top it with a heavy portion of thick cream that was skimmed and chilled from the morning milking of our Guernsey cow.

When mom passed away in 1993 I searched for her vintage PYREX OVEN WARE. Now they grace my pantry.

They still see the inside of the oven, in spite of a few chips and scorching.

They also still see the ingredients of my mom's favorite old recipe that was handed down from my grandmother and not from a cookbook.

Note to those who wish to bake this pie: In my quest to have a smoother and more appealing texture I have eliminated the flour and use more eggs.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Hi Lily, Hi Lily, Hi Lo

A song of love is a sad song,
Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo
A song of love is a song of woe
Don't ask me how I know
A song of love is a sad song
For I have loved and it's so
I sit at the window and watch the rain, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo
Tomorrow I'll probably love again, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo.
(1953 From the musical LILI, sung by Leslie Caron. Later performed by Shelly Fabares in the sixties.)

These are the gorgeous tropical lilies blooming this week in our pond. Unfortunately, fall is pushing the thermometer down into the forties the next few nights. One morning very soon they will say goodbye.

Bye Lily, Bye Lily, Bye low........

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Head Trauma?

CZECH SPEEDWAY RIDER KNOCKED OUT IN CRASH WAKES UP SPEAKING PERFECT ENGLISH.When Matej Kus's teammates heard him talking after he was knocked out in a speedway accident, they were relieved he was conscious.
But they were also a little surprised.
For although the 18-year- old Czech knew only the most basic English phrases, he was conversing fluently in the language with paramedics.

BRAIN SURGERY LEAVES YORKSHIRE BOY SPEAKING LIKE THE QUEEN!With her nine-year-old son William lying desperately ill in hospital following emergency brain surgery, Ruth McCartney-Moore prayed that she would one day hear his voice again.
But when he did speak weeks later, she was in for a shock.
He had lost his strong Yorkshire accent and was now speaking the Queen's English.

PAMELA FELL OUT OF BED AND WOKE UP TALKING LIKE A PIRATEShe just opened her eyes and said: 'Tis a fine day to be walkin' and talkin' like the pirate I am. Now, all ye cockswains, grab ye blackjacks, fill 'em with grog, and drink a round to me very own Dirty Bess Vane. The rest o' ye drivvelsiggers go post ye own Picaroon.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Fun Monday #33, Save This Work of Art

Sayre is hosting todays event. She asked the participants to:

Brush off your interview skills. Talk to everyone who lives in your house. I want to know what their, and your, favorite piece of art is in your home. Photographs do not count. If there was a fire in your home, everyone would grab photographs, but what is the non-photographic piece of art you would grab on your way out - and why? (Edit: These don't have to be paintings - these can be wall hangings, statues, lumps of clay by your child, anything that is artistic expression of some kind EXCEPT photographs.)

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In 1969, the hubby, assigned to the submarine USS Grampus (SS532), participated in a Good Will Tour dubbed by the Navy as UNITAS X.

They navigated the Panama Canal and headed south along the beautiful western coastline of South America.

The second stop was Salinas, Ecuador.

Vendors set up on the docks to sell their wares to the tourists and travelers, some arriving on Cruise Lines or private luxury yachts.

There was weaving, pottery, hats, and footwear. All hand made by the local and mountain artists.

Carvers of wood entranced the young sailor. These mountain dwellers came down from the high elevations with their own special designs: bowls, animals, musical instruments, and home decorations.

It was the 33 inch tall self-portrait of one of these men that captured his imagination.

"How much?" inquired my future husband.

"Seventy-five dollars, " was the reply.

"I can't spend that much, I wish I could."

"Hmmm... wait! Five dollars and two packs American cigarettes." the vendor called to the hubby's back.

With that offer the hubby became the owner of an original piece of art.

You may think that should end the story. It does not.

Several sailors from a cruiser and a destroyer also purchased original little wooden men. Their ships were large enough to accommodate their acquisitions.

Unfortunately, the hubby had extremely limited space on a conventional submarine. Where to put his little purchase was going to be a big problem.

His personal area included a 30-inch wide, by shoulder width deep, by six foot length bunk .
There was a five inch shelf for clothing accessed by lifting his mattress.

He had two choices. Sell his little man to a surface sailor, or keep him on the submarine in his bunk. He chose to share his bunk with his new mate for over four months and 20,000 miles.

The other two little men did not survive their trip home. They cracked so badly that they could not be repaired.

The controlled atmosphere in the submarine around the tip of South America must have kept him in good condition. (Not to mention the cuddles from a very handsome young sailor.)

The little mountain man has lived in our house for many years.

If there was a fire in our home, we would do our best to save the original pastel portrait of our daughters, my watercolors portraits of my grandchildren, the school art done by our daughters, and our little wooden mountain man from Ecuador.

(Our little wooden mountain man out on the deck for a better picture)

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Oops Grandma

I've known all along that I could use my digital camera for short videos. I figured it out on Saturday when Curlymop was here. I give my grandchildren some strange toys.
I also learned that I should not turn the camera sideways.

Ooops Grandma from pamela on Vimeo.

Friday, September 14, 2007

I drew a pig

Go Draw a Pig and let your illustration of a little porker analyze your personality.

It was tough drawing a pig with a mouse. I'm sure it would be just as difficult drawing a mouse with a pig.

Here she is. Thanks Pensieve for the idea. If you think I went whole hog on my drawing, go check out Robin's. She butchered it.

This is me, according to the swine chart.
you are a realist.
you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)
you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
you are a great listener

Other pigs:
Chris B
Robin @MyTwo Blessings

Let me know if you did the pig and I will link you here.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Happy Birthday Hubby

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Today he turned 60. Tomorrow he is riding his bicycle 130 miles (209 kilometers).

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

We Went To A Garden Party - Year Two

In 2006, we were approached by the Hospice Board of Directors with the request that we consider being a host for the next year's fund raiser. The date was already set: September 8, 2007.

There were so many things that kept us busy this summer; I was positive that our yard wouldn't be ready for the event.

However, last week we battened down the hatches and spent every day after work cleaning, weeding, pruning, and generally getting dirty.

The hubby's sister joined in the chore. Then Amanda drove from Portland on Thursday. She worked her fingers to the bone on Friday helping her dad shovel fresh bark on the flower beds.

Saturday morning our yard was ready!!

Eight other families joined us in opening their homes for this years Pond & Garden Tour fund raiser. It was a great success.

The hubby counted over 400 people visiting our house. It was much more fun than I anticipated. Total exhaustion at the end of the day was something else that we were not expecting.

Sunday the host families opened their homes once more on an hourly schedule to share and enjoy each others efforts. The following are random photographs taken by Amanda, me, and the hubby. In the end, we realized that none of us took pictures of the two largest ponds and waterfall.

Yes - some of these are taken in our backyard. You might recognize them as I have posted our pond and various lawn features in the past year. If you look closely you might find Amanda, Curlymop, and me!

I hope you enjoyed the tour!!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Goodbye Amy

I began reading Amy's blog many months ago. Each entry chronicled her battle with leukemia.

She lost the war on Monday.

I feel compelled to honor and recognize her well-lived life. She leaves behind her husband, a small child she longed to watch grow tall, siblings, and parents.

And, thousands of bloggers who were inspired by her constant and positive faith.

Goodbye Sweet Amy - Sleep peacefully.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Fun Monday #32, A Good Deed

Nikki at anticsofacrazymom is hosting this weeks Fun Monday.
We've seen your shelves, peeked inside your cabinets, looked at what your house looks like in both the summer and winter, viewed at some of our handmade pieces and even talked about our best friends. Now it's time we do something. Have you ever had someone out of the goodness of their heart do something for you without anything asked in return? Offered you money when you needed it the most? Helped you change a flat tire in the pouring rain or even just simply held the door open for you when you had your hands full? For Monday, September 10th, we are challenged with doing a good deed. I am not looking for a story of when you have offered your help in the past, I actually want you in the next two weeks to go out and help someone. Go visit a nursing home, cook dinner for someone sick or with a new baby, donate to a charity or even send just a "thinking of you card" to someone who needs it. It doesn't matter what your good deed is, or how great it is. It just needs to help someone!

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I never have set out intentionally looking for an opportunity to do a good deed, although that would be a desired objective.

Good deeds generally are something that you happen upon and respond out of the goodness of your heart.

Such was the case one morning while I was in California visiting the newborn grandson, Dinkum.

My daughter Jen was asleep with the baby, finding relief from a migraine. Grandpa (the hubby) was out riding his bicycle. I spent the morning with five-year old Goober and 2-year old peanut.

I knew that my responsibility would include walking Goober to the bus stop for her 11:30 afternoon kindergarten bus.

When the time arrived, I helped Goober and Peanut into their shoes and we walked out into the 100-degree plus weather for the two-block walk.

I was thankful for the shade of the tree and the fact that neither of the children seemed bothered by the oppressive heat as we waited for the bus.

I noticed an elderly woman with a cane walking on the far side of the street. ‘She must be a glutton for punishment just like the hubby,’ I thought, ‘exercising on such a hot day.’

The bus arrived, Goober climbed aboard, and Peanut and I began walking back home.

I was surprised to see that the woman had crossed the street and doubled back towards us.

As we approached her, she raised her hand to her forehead to wipe off her perspiration as she spoke.

“Do you know where OLD GREY MARE Drive is?” she asked. “I went out for my morning walk and turned the wrong way. Now I don’t know my way back.”

The streets in the development where my daughter lives are ridiculous. Names change at intersections and the asphalt curves, circles, and dead end in the most bizarre designs.

I didn’t know where that street was and explained to her that I was a visitor.

Just then the mail carrier drove around the corner, so I flagged him down.

“Do you know where Old Grey Mare Drive is?” was my hopeful query.

What a shocker when his reply was uncertain. He knew it was in the area. He pointed in the direction that he thought it was.

The woman thanked us for our help and began ambling away in the course he had suggested.

Meanwhile, Peanut and I needed to get out of the sun.

I worried about her the five minutes it took little Peanuts legs to walk the two blocks home.

“We’re home,” I informed Jen, when I pushed open her bedroom door. “But, I’m going to jump into the car and see if I can help a lost elderly woman find her way home.”

Fortunately, Jen had a good idea where the street was (close to the park where she takes the kids to play.)

I drove down the street and found the woman quickly.

After helping her into my daughters SUV, I introduced myself. She told me her name was Yvonne, and she had recently moved in with her daughter. I suspected it was an elder care situation.

I drove the way Jen took me with the kids on the previous day. I found Old Gray Mare Drive right where Jen said it would be.

I hopped out and walked around to open the door and help her down.

She breathed a deep sigh, thanked me with much dignity, and then spoke quietly.

“My daughter is going to be soooooo mad at me,”

I smiled and waved my goodbye. Then the blogger inside of me smiled again - because I realized she had just completed my Fun Monday assignment.

PS. The other good deed is - we opened our yard up to the Hospice Annual Pond & Garden Fund Raiser this weekend. We've been extremly busy this past week trying to get it perfect. We know the fund raising was a success - and I will be posting pictures of We Went To A Garden Party - Year Two sometime in the next week.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Awards and Me-Me's part 6

If I missed any Meme Tags, please let me know. This is what happens when you have a busy summer.

Awards and Me-Me's part 5

Kathleen Marie -The Open Window tagged me with the Marriage Meme. This one comes with a list of required questions.

The First is:
Where did you meet your spouse?
We were both invited to sing at a friends wedding. As we were married to other people at the time, we didn't pay much attention to each other. However, we met again after our divorces. He was the firefighter/paramedic that answered a call to my house. Shortly after that, our shared friend set us up on a blind date.

What was the first thing you said to your spouse?
When we met??? I don't remember really saying anything. We were alone on the balcony at the wedding rehearsal of our shared friend, and we may have discussed where we would stand.

Where was the first kiss? first date?
Possibly on my front porch. There was a train that rumbled through about 11 pm each night, and I remember the engineer Tooting his Whistle at us. I probably kissed him first - at least that would be his claim. Our first date was my treat at McDonald's. (I had a 4-year old that tagged along)

Did you have a long or short courtship/engagement?
We dated for 10 months before we decided to get married. He swears that I 'm the one that asked.

Where did you get engaged?
As I don't recall asking him, neither do I recall where I asked him.
Wouldn't it have been romantic if he'd driven the ladder truck to my house and proposed from the extension.

Where did you get married?
By the fireplace in a friends living room. It was a 2nd wedding and we didn't feel the need to be elaborate.

How did the reception go?
We had cake, three friends, my mom and aunt, his dad and step mom. Oh! And Karmyn.

How was the honeymoon?
It lasted many years. He still tells me each morning that he loves me.

I would like to tag all of you for this meme. It would be a great Fun Monday topic. (Unless you are single, of course. )

Awards and Me-Me's part 4

Time With Shelby tagged me eons ago (66 days to be exact) with the meme requesting eight random things about me.

I've done several of these in the past, including one by my alter ego ME2. You may want to click on my Label for Tags on the right side bar to hear from her.

In the meantime I'm sure I can come up with eight more random things that I might not have mentioned previously.

Belly Roll please:

1) I hide behind doors in the darkness and jump out and scare the hubby.
2) I have caller ID - and I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize the caller.
3) I don't like potato chips, but I love potatoes. Figure that one out.
4) My little toe is ugly.
5) I have a metal rod in my left leg, and four screws.
6) My most recent resolution is to remove all labels from fresh fruit.
7) When I was younger I could hum a b-flat upon request. (No pitch pipe)
8) I can count to 99 on my fingers.

Those were about as random as I could get.

Hope to see your list soon. (Especially if you have ugly toes.)

Awards and Me-Me's part 3

Amy of A Family Story tagged me with The Middle Name Meme. She hates her middle name. So you really should click on that link to find out why.

The rules: "You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog."

I'm so darn lucky I have a short middle name.

R: Reactive (when I should be proactive)
A: Altruistic (I should take better care of myself)
E: Effervescent (I drank too much Alka Seltzer for my heart burn)

Now who to tag? R: READERS

Awards and Me-Me's part 2

I've been remiss in thanking many of my blogging friends for honoring me on their blogs with some of the awards that have been circulating. I 'm not going to pass these on - but instead mirror them back to those who were kind enough to link me with such positive words and encouragement. They also are Nice, Creative, Rockin and I consider it a blessing to have crossed paths with them. Especially when you realize how many million bloggers are out there. How was I so lucky to have bumped into then.

Nice Matters
Give it A Try, One Day At A Time
Kailani, An Island Life

Creative Blogger AwardHer Indoors

Rockin' Blogger
SOS (Shauna)
Kailani (An Island Life)
Rabbit Run Cottage

I apologize if I missed anyone - Please feel free to send me the link where you posted and I will crawl on me hands and knees, begging for forgiveness - and then add you to my thank you list.

Awards and Me-Me's part 1

Time With Shelby tagged me with this several weeks ago. Mother's Home started a new game. Shelby called it a viral link- she thinks.

"Remember passing 'round a piece of paper when you were a kid, and everyone had to add a sentence to make up a story?" (It was tooooo long ago, but maybe?)

The rules are:
1. Copy and paste the story below, and the rules, on your blog.
2. Decide who you're tagging (2-3 people, or more).
3. Write one or two sentences continuing the story, and use the titles of the blogs you're tagging or any word(s) associated with them as keywords in the links you include in your part of the story.
4. .Tell your taggees you've tagged them.
5. Feel free to use this and start your own viral link story. Mother's Home would appreciate a link back to her (or a tag).
Here's what we have so far . . .

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Once upon a time, after the evil stepmom had put up a Barbed wire fence around everything, the Empress came and shouted: "I've come to give you A little piece of me mind!"

The evil stepmom, Shelby, came out to see what all the Rambling from this Crazy person was about.

When Shelby appeared, she looked around and said, "My gosh, don't you know mother's home now from the hospital and she needs peace and quiet. Can ya'll quit stirring up so much dust in
my mind? The dust will wait you know."

(Pamela is adding) As soon as the Emperor quits running Here, There, and Everywhere,
shouted the Empress, he will order his subjects to tear that barbed wire fence down. He'll also demand peace and quiet while his mother's home recuperating.

He said it's about time I did more than just Keeping My Head Above Water.


Good luck Vickie and Deslily

Wednesday, September 05, 2007


My mom was born in 1914 and died in 1993. I still miss her; especially when something brings to mind the songs she sang to me and my siblings. Some of the songs have been passed on to my children, and now to their children.

I saw this moon peaking over an old roof covered with moss in Oregon on Saturday morning.. In my heart I could hear her voice and the melody to a World War I Song ("The Sensational Stammering Song Success Sung by the Soldiers and Sailors") -



Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys while on parade.
Kate smiled, with a twinkle in her eye,
Jim said, m-m-m-meet ya by and by.
That night at eight,
Jim was at the garden gate,
Stuttering this song to K-K-K-Kate.

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the c-c-c-cowshed,

I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Soon he'll go to France, the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they'll hear in far off France.

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the c-c-c-cowshed,

I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Who are these people

I was reading over at Mercy Maid's about something she overheard at the post office recently. It reminded me of something I heard not long before the Postage costs were raised.

Our Post Office is an old but elegant building with Marble Floors and old brass boxes. There is a large table set in the outer entrance where you can weigh your packages and large envelopes. An express Stamp machine is there if you have the correct change and you don't want to stand in line.

I was sorting my business mail into my canvas bag when I heard a young woman's voice.

"The price of stamps is going up two cents, " she announced to her walking companion, "and I have 100 wedding invitations that need to go out next month."

A middle age Mexican man was putting stamps on his envelopes on the opposite side of the table and he looked up and we exchanged a nod of shared frustration about the rising cost. Our friendly glance became lifted eyebrows and suppressed laughter when we heard her next statement.

"That's why I'm going to buy all my stamps today - before the price goes up."

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Why Does the Hummingbird Hum

Why Does the Hummingbird Hum?
My Red- Headed Girl would say "because they don't know the words. 

(Here is my red headed girl and her brother, Lil bud, with the rufous, black-chinned, and calioipe hummingbirds in the foothills of the blue mountains, spring 2005.)

Maintaining a hummingbird feeder takes time and sugar. (Four parts water, one part Sugar) It isn't necessary to boil the water. I do, however, heat the water in order to mix the sugar well.

It's the itty bitty birds that introduce bacteria to your feeding solution. That is why I wash the feeder and replace the solution every three days; every two days if the temperature is over 90 degrees.

Hummingbirds are awesome little feeding machines. Many people don't realize that the bird only fuels up on sugar water and flower nectar (a form of sucrose) to provide the energy required for the chase of soft-bodied insects, including spiders.

The Cistena Plum tree is a favorite haunt for the hummingbirds in our yard. The compost bins sit behind it and attract a multitude of tiny flies.

While in Sacramento, I helped Red-Headed Girl clean and fill their neglected feeder. Anna's Hummingbirds were there within several hours.

Late in the evening we listened to them chirping in the trees around the house. They chased each other through the branches, their big voices defying their tiny penny-weight bodies. I invite you to listen to one here.

Can you find a hummingbird silhouette in this photo I took while my Red-Headed Girl and I were enjoying the hot summer evening? (It was H.O.T in Central California. Way too H.O.T)

Here's a zoom in to show you its little beak open, chirping with gusto.

Soon all the hummingbirds in my little valley will be heading south, some as far away as Central America. I'm delighted when they stop in my garden to rest and refuel.

In Sacramento, my little Red-Headed Girl may be able to enjoy Anna's Hummingbirds on their patio year round if she keeps the sugar water fresh and the feeder well-maintained.