I screamed and woke myself from a dream that I (thankfully) don't remember. I didn't know where I was, and I thought there was a wild animal on the bed (something like a raccoon, scary but not life threatening). I said at least twice -- I'm so confused. I'm so confused. (If this is anything like what being old/senile is going to be like, scared and confused, I'll pass thanks.) Dan calmed me and asked, "are you here with me?" Yes. Once he decided I was okay, he got irritated with me that it was going to be hard for him to go back to sleep.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I'm certainly not the first person to make this comparison, but there really is something about laundry on a clothesline that is remarkably like prayer flags. (Especially things like dish towels and pillow cases)
Even the act of hanging the laundry is meditative. One must even endure ant bites. Very zen.
The other day when I posted about line drying, there were a few comments I wanted to address...
- Those sheets are just solid lavender and my house is yellow. My camera is having issues with color that made the house look lime green and the shadows from the patio cover gave the sheets something of a psychedelic pattern. I'm not nearly exciting enough to have psychedelic sheets or a lime green house.
- Murr talked about electricity usage and spikes with the electric dryer. I'm glad she talked about that because my situation is a little different. My dryer is gas, but we don't have natural gas here, we have propane. And propane is fucking expensive. Like $800 every 3 months. If line drying makes even a small dent in that I will be glad.
- Line dried linens allegedly smell good. California smog may or may not adversely affect this.
- I mentioned the items sliding on the line in the wind and Mwa said I need tighter pegs. (BTW I like the word pegs better than clothespins, but I digress.) In fact, I just needed to use the pegs I had more smartly. For some reason I was using that first, larger notch. I have since moved up to the tighter notch closer to the spring/hinge (see photo below) and it works much better! Rookie mistake.
Clothespin or peg?
Friday, July 15, 2011
Shaggy boy needs a haircut but refuses.
I'm choosing to pick my battles.
Before surgery. Anxious.
After surgery. He looks like his throat's been slit.
It went well but took longer than expected.
Two nights in hospital; home now and medicated.
I hate squirrels.
The tip top of this avocado tree has been gnawed almost through.
There's a bunch of new leaf buds on there, but that piece is done for.
I fucking HATE squirrels.
I want to write more, but I am worn out.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
I have [FINALLY] joined the ranks of line dryers. It was so hot out that those sheets took all of about 10 minutes to dry -- at the most. Go sun! I got 2 retractable clotheslines for $9 each. Not bad. The lines themselves are plastic coated which allows things to slide if the wind picks up, which it invariably does. Not crazy about that, but so be it.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Imagine living in a compact, yet spacious-feeling 557-square-foot home lined with bookshelves capable of displaying 20,000 pounds of books.
Books in the bathroom might get a bit soggy, though. Or maybe he doesn't take 30 minute showers like I do.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
We didn't see any fireworks on the 4th, but we did on Sunday and we were very close to them. Pictured is my mom's head and my daughter's head.
On Saturday, Dan and I actually managed to have a date night. Even better, we went to see a movie. IN A THEATER. In spite of the fact that THAT IS HOW AND WHERE WE MET, we don't make it to the theater very often. It was so nice to get out. We saw Larry Crowne which I enjoyed a great deal. Dan said it was funny too.
In the lobby of the theater, there was a vending machine with these little string dolls for a buck a piece. I cannot explain why, but I had to have a few of them. There is something very tactile and voodoo-doll-ish* and worry-doll-ish about them and well -- there's one for each of us.
They were spit out of the machine randomly, but each has been assigned to a person. Dan is all black with a read string wrapped around. This makes sense because he in some ways is the darkest of all of us (insofar as taste and likes -- and skin tone, too) and he has the greatest deal of physical pain.
Austin has a black body with an orange head because it reminded me of when he was a baby and I called him Tomato Head.
I am all green. I love green things from plants and trees to old glass bottles -- and I am boring enough to be monochromatic.
Maya has long blue hair, a blue head and a black body with a yellow shirt. This is remarkably appropriate for her occasionally odd sense of style and love of color.
*Dolls will only be used in efforts of love and good-will and will never endeavor toward ill-will.
These are apparently the Chinese knock-offs of the Kamibashi string dolls. If you have a few minutes you should look at those, I got a real kick out of them.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
... what might come in the mail around here.
Our mail lady, who has become a good friend of the family, showed up at our door the other day with this baby bird. It had fallen out of its nest and when she found it there was no mama bird to be found. She didn't want the poor thing to get too hot in her truck so she left it with us until she finished her route. Austin and Maya were very sad when the little guy had to go leave. All we know is that it is some kind of bird of prey... a hawk or falcon perhaps.
This vintage glass Arrowhead water bottle with crate caught my eye months ago at my favorite antique place. It may just be my most unusual vintage purchase ever (large and not very practical), but I have a real thing for glass. Anyway, I had seen it and not purchased it twice, but it was still bopping around in my head. So when I went back today and saw that the stall it was in was having a Fourth of July sale... well, welcome home dahling.