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Monday, June 30, 2008

Fun Monday

Quirky Lisa (Lisa's Chaos) is today's Hostess with the mostess quirks. She used the following instructions to enlighten us about today's topic:

A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more.



Well ...I'm being as quirky as Swampwitch today. I'm sorta following the rules, and sorta not.

Instead of hearing about my boring quirkiness, you are being treated to an old story about a quirky cat.

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Daggett was a cat with very odd behavior.

I like to think she channeled my monthly mood swings. But, her excuse may be that her head was slightly injured in a closing automatic garage door as a kitten.

She often sat at the highest point of anything or any place she could climb - which was pretty much everything. With her ears back and her back arched, she appeared to be ready to pounce. It was a formidable pose. We called it her vulture impersonation.

Her favorite citadel was the top shelf next to the garage door. There she could victimize anyone who planned to pass through the doorway into the house. Mind you, the immediate family would swat back and not let her get the upper paw. However, the occasional guest that ventured to the garage refrigerator balked - then yelled. We rescued the feckless who assumed she was a vicious predator.

(Sneaking beneath lawn chairs to test the pliability of her claws was another unacceptable quirk especially because she experimented on hanging bum. But that is another story)

Some years ago, the elderly couple who shared our back fence was very eccentric and the woman was cranky. She was not happy to have children in the neighborhood.

For instance…one day she moved her sprinkles close to the fence so that the water splashed on Karmyn as she played on the swing set.

“If that water is hitting you,” she instructed Karmyn, “you can go inside and play.”

Another time she yelled to me across the fence that the kids threw rotten apples in her yard. I asked the typical questions; who, what, when, and where? In her fingers she held up a scrawny dried up old apple that probably dropped from another old crow’s grip. Lord knows how many cherries the birds lose in our yard on the steal from Bill’s garden.

“I’ll tell them to be aware of your yard,” I responded with much skepticism.

Although we never said it to her face, privately we nicknamed her B#tchy B.

Not long after the apple incident I walked into the back yard to weed flowers.

“Help me! Help me!” I heard B#tchy B calling over the fence.

I looked the direction of her voice and peered through the fence.

There was Daggett, straddling the top of the woman’s head - claw clinging on for dear life. B#tchy B turned her eyes towards me but remained motionless.

“If I backed up to the fence” she asked in the sweetest voice ever heard coming from the difficult woman’s mouth, “do you think you could lift your cat off my head.”

“I think I can do that!” was my solemn faced reply.

Slowly she moved closer as I stepped up on a board and stretched my arms for the grab.

I pulled the cat gently up and away without any apparent damage

“Thanks.” Her tone remained subdued.

“And you are very welcome,” was my reply.

I turned towards the house, hid the smirk on my face and muffled the belly laughs that already boiled into my chest.

Walking away and out of hearing range I scratched the crazy cat’s neck and whispered into her ear:

“I’m beginning to think that you’re a keeper!”

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Now scat over to Lisa's. It's not to late to join the fun.



(fyi: Daggett was named after the pet robot dog in the original 1978 Battlestar Galactica series.)

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Comparing Canines


Hoss is a model. ( See him stylin' HERE.)


Don't forget to visit other Wordless Wednesday participants.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Yesterday's SKY

Cloud of pastel pink green

Rainbow arc

Hearing theme from close encounters?

No photoshopping in these pictures.

Does anyone else think these are strange messages in the sky?

(The color may be from a fading Circum Horizontal Arc?)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Todays Headlines: Enema of the People?


Click here to follow link to AP article



AP Associated Press
MOSCOW - A monument to the enema, a procedure many people would rather not think about, has been unveiled at a spa in the southern Russian city of Zheleznovodsk
.

Some of us just don't realize what a moving experience art can provide.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I give you the Marvelous Magical....Ms Tessy

My post title is a little plagiarism from the Musical Cats.

As summer arrived, our Marvelous Magical Ms Tessy (The Contessa) was plagued with matted hair on her underside. She constantly grooms and vomits hairballs. Aaaauugh!

Plus, she was almost as cranky as I was last week during my blogging withdrawals. (According to the hubby)


A couple of days ago




today

So, today he took her to a groomer where he said she was very well behaved. The woman gently buzzed the offending fur away and left her with look of a...well ... a skinny CAT!

(Maybe a summer groom was part of her routine before we found the old beauty at the animal shelter. We've had her 2 1/2 years - which puts her between 10 and 11 years old.)

With the computer and the cat both on the mend - life at The Dust should be back to abnormal.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Laundry Day

Earliest memories of our home on the hillside contain the weekly banners of fresh laundry billowing from the clothesline on the small rise above the house.

My piano teacher, who lived down in the vale , once mentioned how the sheets reflected so clean and white in the sunshine.

Mama utilized that old ringer-washer every Thursday for years. It was complimented by two rinse tubs.

The first load was the kitchen towels and linens, followed by other whites and lights. By the time dads work clothes agitated, the water was gray and suds less.

The tub was finally drained, dried out, and pushed back into the corner. (And so was mama.)

She used soap ( Fels Naptha) so she could drain all her efforts into the back yard and keep it green during the summer months.

She collected plates, cups, and saucers from one of her boxed soap purchases. The surface of the dishware was a bright gold color that wore off easily to reveal a milky white glass interior. (There was just the right amount of slant on the dinner plates to keep certain foods high and dry. I never wanted the red beet juice to contaminate my mashed potatoes! Did you? )

I remember the day Dad finally surrendered his opposition and gave her the go ahead to buy a modern wash machine.

But, I was more impressed by her first electric clothes dryer. It had a slanted front with a glass door that was just the right height for me to watch the tumbling load inside.

Even with this wonderful gadget at her fingertips, mama still preferred the outdoor clothes lines. On sunny days it was an announcement in full regalia to the community below that it was wash day on the hill.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Forced Hiatus


Not my photograph, but my sentiments.
My brand new computer is at the ICU -
My 2 year blogging birthday was last week.
I can only compare it to a couple spending their wedding anniversary not speaking.
Hope that my computer and I are both feeling better soon.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Fun Monday - Childhood Memories

Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin. She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures.


There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories.

Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment.

Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture.


Childhood Memories

The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights.

Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine.

The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house

The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent smell of the forest floor where the wild ginger grew.

Being a beautiful princess held captive at the top of the huge rock pile under the wafting scent of the mock orange. Or, on a hot day, in the center dungeon of the fragrant lilac bush.

The “hot rods” my brothers constructed from old lumber and wagon wheels – My heart racing with them down the steep incline that lead to the highway.

Walking to school as the rain dribbled over my nose and cheeks; and the sloshing in my shoes. The clinking and knocking of the old radiators, and the smell of wet kids.

Mom snapping the ringer wrinkles from the towels prior to hanging them on the clotheslines. Then, the freshness clinging to the dry ones retrieved in the wicker basket.

The huge garden, dirt under my fingernails, fresh beet greens, and the wind rustling through the corn stalks.

Dad turning the “separator” while the milk flowed from one spout and the cream from another.

The sulfur odor of the first match struck to light the wood stove on an early winter morning.


You're invited to join the reminiscing - head on over to Molly's right now -- before this Monday is a memory, too!

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Divine Vine

The Clematis blooms once more beside the back yard gate.

Rainy and cooler weather best describes our spring so the flowers are a tiny bit smaller than last year.

However, the Rhododendron just beyond the gate prefers this weather. They bloomed with abandoned this week while I was gone.

They are past their prime bloom - but still appealing to a regular sized stinging creature (on the right) and a BIG bumble bee (left) sharing the blossom.


I didn't have the ruler with me, so I improvised.


*Trifocals come in very handy.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Peanut Butter

I discovered the most difficult thing about helping with the new baby is keeping 4 1/2 year-old Buttercup quiet when "mommy" naps.

We had a quiet moment this morning on the sun porch while Jammin went to a sports camp.

Me: Look Buttercup! There's a mama Blackbird.

Buttercup: Yup. She eats the peanuts. Then she goes back to the babies and pukes it up and says "here's lunch."

Me, keeping a straight face: I like peanuts, especially in trail mix.

Buttercup: I like peanuts, too. As long as my mommy doesn't puke 'em up.