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Three Days in the Life of Lucy Ricardo

mushroomNine days of quiet, mostly good weather, quilt sewing, and mushroom photography. What more could one ask for? Well, perhaps 10 or 11? Don’t ask…Mushroom photography? Yes, it has finally come to that or carrying a tripod with me everywhere and really, you would be amazed at the beauty of some of them and they change shape so fast! I don’t photograph them when they are squishy brown though. I need to put them all on line so that I can identify them. Now the reason is that I have familial tremor and the older I get, the worse it gets. I do take medication but I’m not sure how much more they can increase the amount. It is most embarrassing when I go out to eat and I can’t get the danged wineglass to the mouth. Well, if I look as beautiful as Katherine Hepburn when she was old I shan’t complain. It’s just so unfair that I inherited all the bad traits of the family. Anyway, with mushrooms you can get down and rest your elbows on the ground and get a clear picture.
The drive home was sort of good and bad. I always stop at the Natural Basket (in Natural Bridge, NY, on Rt. 3 – and there is a plug for you Yvonne!) but I was way too comfy at camp to want to go anywhere so on the way home I told hubby that I needed to talk with Yvonne about antique postcards and by the way, did he have any money. He said we still had 2.5 hours to go and I said “I promise – 15 minutes”
After a quick 1.5 hours browsing as fast as I could (and there really was a long line at the counter) I got back to the car. Yikes! He said, “you didn’t tell me you were going to shop!” Now why would I ask him if he had any money if I wasn’t going to shop? Now this is a man who could teach quantum physics married for over 40 years to a woman who is often referred to as “Lucy Ricardo” and he couldn’t pick up on that? Men just don’t pick up on things that women do.
Paul’s back is bad so I usually drive and we haul a small trailer when we go up North. We switch places when we have to reverse because I can’t figure out the jack-knifing thing and which way the trailer is going to do that.
But, back to picking up things…I can always tell when there is a stop light or sign ahead because his right foot starts pounding the floor. I know when to go back into the non-passing lane after I’ve passed someone because he stops looking into his rear-view mirror and I always hear the disgusted “tsk, tsk” when I turn on the wipers instead of the cruise control. (I can’t help it that it is opposite on the Wrangler and it doesn’t help that the Wrangler is standard either when I’m driving and try to shift into park.
Anyway, a couple of cases of mild road rage and we always make it home safe.
But, I was bushed, and early the next morning I had a Vet appointment for a T4 for Spider at a new Vet. The Vet we saw there was about 10 years old and as he was explaining things to me I was miming him. They WILL learn that I have a lot more knowledge than them but just don’t have the equipment. She was fine and the Vet was much closer in distance to home. When we first moved back here they were too busy to accept new clients and in seven years I have fired four other clinics. This one has been through three owners since I was a child and when I told them I was NOT a new client and that I used to see Dr. First Vet and Dr. Second Vet, it didn’t count. Every office should have “comment cards” for receptionists.
So, today I got back to pulling vines off my siding and trimming grass with the grass trimmer on my hands and knees around the chain link run attached to the house so the dogs can randomly come in when they have to go poo poo and out when then don’t. Of course because of my minor accident with the hedge trimmer, every time Paul hears the grass trimmer he comes out and gives me a lesson on the difference between the guard and the handle. Today there was wild Grape Vines, Virginia Creeper, some weird vine with purple flowers, three leaf clusters and red berries and ivy that I had to rip off the fence and then get down and cut the grass next to the fence which is a pain in the derriere because I want to get the grass but not the wire, which would break the blades.
Then, I looked down and noticed that I was on my hands and knees in a mess of poison ivy. We don’t get along well at all. If I walk by it and the wind blows towards me I get poison ivy and I get it bad. To make things worse, I’m allergic to prednisone. So, the clippers are still out there for Paul to go get tonight and I had two showers today.
Well, I have to go look at the puppy cam at http://www.dunhamlakeaustralianterriers.com so that I can make sure that my new puppy (the yellow collar in the older litter) is getting snuggled.
Noodles

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Vacation Again Already?

It’s late, I’m tired, off to the Adirondacks again tomorrow for another week. Vacation? Am I actually starting to look forward to winter? Why is it that each year I think that the cold will slow things down so that I have more time when actually it just makes one concentrate on the chores that need doing inside.
The good news is that I will have my adorable baby Australian Terrier at the end of September. The bad news is that I have to fly and get her. Me – who hasn’t been on an airplane since 9/11 and hated them even before that. If I just had part control of the brake when I landed it would help a great deal.
Well, at least I’ve been getting out of the house more so I can get used to seeing other people! I think I’ve been taking my frustrations and the joy of my new grass clipper to excess. The yard is covered with branches, weeds and vines. My poor nephew can’t keep up with putting them into a pile in the front yard which is where they will probably stay until who knows when. My poor forsythia now looks like a palm tree and my cedar tree branches are in the back of my car for my sister to make sachet from it.
I start by pulling the Virginia Creeper off the house. It is amazing to see sunlight when I open my eyes in the morning now. Then I go for the wild grapevines and feel like Tarzan swinging in the jungle until they break somewhere up and there they stay wilted, then brown. Native or not, the ivy stays. The only problem with keeping the ivy is that I have to remove it from the windows by cutting around the window and then, of course, everything above that gets wilted and brown again but sunshine into the basement? Unheard of! Now I can see those nasty cobwebs down there. We also have another weed that I have been removing that I have no idea what it is. The leaves are in threes (don’t worry – not poison ivy) with two small and one large, together looking like an arrow. It gets pretty purple flowers and bright red berries but I’ve yet to see a bird eat one so I have no idea if they are poisonous, which is why I’m removing them because of my new pup “Hooter Patooter”.
Then I come in exhausted and do one piece of paperwork and maybe one telephone call, head to Facebook to keep up with my Australian Terrier International friends, and then it is time to work on my quilt and watch a movie.
Notice how much time I have alloted to putting antiques onto eBay and Etsy so I can get rich? ACK! I’m getting old and tired or the days are getting shorter. One or the other or both.
Well, have a nice, safe week and keep safe!
Noodles.

Summer

opening spring & pink 003Summer… Wonderful weather here in upstate New York this year. I just can’t bring myself to start bringing in some income by putting my left-over store things on line. I did put some online in the beginning of June but then went up to our camp and put a message up that I was on vacation and forgot until yesterday to remove the message. People must think I take LONG vacations. But, too bad because I’m going on vacation next week again!
I’ve been working around the house (literally – because I did half of the front today) outside. I got a wonderful pair of grass clippers that run for at least three hours prior to having to recharge them so that I can trim several trees without hurting them. (The trees). I just remember to put on my knee pads and out I go. But, then I have to get the clippers to cut the suckers and a few of the lower brances so Billy can get under them to mow with his mower.
We live in a house that was built in 1887 so I assume that the trees were planted at the same time. They are huge and it breaks my heart to see branches come down or the trees themselves come down in a windstorm. The drumlin that we live on has always a breeze and when it blows, it blows. Earlier we lost a blue spruce to the wind, then a huge arbor vitae and a few branches from the black ash and the maples. Then the town of Huron came and removed several branches so they wouldn’t fall on wires which unbalanced them so that now more branches come down. But they are still lovely and I want to measure a maple and send it in to the record tree size place. This was a good start to the trimming this year.
So several weeks ago I started to work. I dead-headed the rhododendrum (which is about 10 foot tall). Is that what it is called? I know I am a deadhead. Well, it felt like I was picking apples and took two days, then I cut down all of the lilac bushes that were merged into the rhododendron and started using the electric trimmers on the yew beneath the windows which open out unless they are in the way. Unfortunately I thought the guard was the handle so that too care of working outside for a while with 6 slices down my left middle finger and a brace for the fracture.
All healed now, and forbidden to use the hedge clipper for a while by my husband I started removing the vines from the house. I started with the Virginia Creeper. I pulled and pulled until I was across the yard – I just couldn’t believe that they were around our upstairs windows and all over the roof on the screened in porch and up and down the white burch. Kind of fun to try to get them without breaking them. Then I went for the wild grape and felt like Tarzan’s Jane swinging on the arbor vitae. Even though it is a non-native species, I didn’t remove the ivy unless it covered the windows.
I clipped stray saplings and a few hedges and called my nephew to put everything in a pile. I think he will soon be rich.
For the front of the house I started with the cedar tree which is close to my office. My office used to be sunny and I really wanted it that way again so I clipped as high as I could then climbed out the bedroom window and stood on the porch roof to get the higher branches that were brushing the house. As long as I was up there I swept about three inches of dirt off (even found some earthworms!) and removed the moss. Tomorrow I will the tackle the forsythia covering another of my office windows. Again I have called in the troops to help put branches and vines in a pile.
Last week I had trimmed the grass under my climbing rose bush because it had started sprouting all over and I wanted to save as many sprouts as I could.
My daughter brought over morning glories and spread them under horse manure around two tree trunks so I have been busy watering the “green spaghetti”.
Meanwhile I started to move my wicker that should be sold to the second story of my barn and spotted a tiny kitten but couldn’t catch it! I’ve been putting out food but we have so many hawks that I am pretty sad. Especially since we had to put our cat Cady down for kidney stones that very same day.
All this, of course, means that I haven’t touched my paperwork or my blogging.
Good news: I’m getting a new Australian Terrier! I know this means four small dogs but I haven’t had an Aussie for so many years and this breeding was just the one I wanted. The sire is from Finland and the dam from Sweden so perhaps I can get out of the health problems. She was born on July 27 and I can fly out to Wisconsin to pick her up the end of September and I am very, very excited. She is from Dunham Lake Australian Terriers and if you wish to see her then just go to their web site and click on to the web cam and on even numbered days she is the one with the yellow collar. This home kennel picks themes for each litter and this theme was the show “cheers”. They call her Carla. Only they spelled it Karla with a K. So, I looked that up on Google and there is a nice song called “Karla with a K” by the group called the Hooters. So I’m going to call her Hooter.
Meanwhile in our spare moments when we have been on vacation we have been looking for a piece of waterfront property to call our own. After finding one and having the loan approved the bank says “Oops! We made a mistake and raised the interest rate 3 points so we need to think of that investment for a while.
So, obviously I’ve been busy and thought I would let you all know that I still have in the back of my mind that I am supposed to be blogging.
Oh, I did have company from New Mexico for a week two weeks ago. We call each other sister and brother and we graduated together. I think he is my best friend and I believe it is such a good thing to be able to say one thing and the other person’s eyes light up because they know exactle what you mean. By the time he left he had huge circles under his eyes because we stayed up until anywhere from 3 am to 4 am each night. At least I could take a nap while he was driving his 89 year old mother around to see her friends. It really was a blast.
So, I think that most news is good news here my friends and if I make it through a couple more weeks I’ll be back with you. I miss you.
Noodles!