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Forsythia

Beautiful! You need full sun and a full bush. Other than that, there’s nothing particularly spectacular about the picture. Once a year, bright brilliant blossoms bloom briefly. The rest of the year it’s a non-descript bush of little note. One note, once a year.


Housebound

I guess it would be appropriate to post one more today. We’ve been housebound since mid-March. And for the first time I have gotten over the hump. Our refrigerator magnet display has nary an inch of empty space. So too was our fridge. A lot of leftovers went in order to make room. I admit to conspicuous consumption. Or, have I finally realized that there is a new normal and that I have way too many unopened packages of TP? Look! There’s space in the fridge. (Don’t judge what we eat please.) There’s plenty of food lying about. Still, this is the first time our fridge has space. Did I (it’s on me) turn the corner on anxiety? …just as the beaches open/opened. Punchline: I just made (gluten free) lasagna in bulk. Six more containers went in. Comfort food. Two – count ‘em – two big containers of popcorn sit to the side. A guilty pleasure, almost nightly consumed, I still buy like there’s no tomorrow. I think I am less worse. Crazy? … define nuts?

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Forlorn

After the initial run – on water and toilet paper – it seems that the gods laughed. It couldn’t be the Republicans. It was all a hoax to them… Indeed, it was science fiction of my youth. You know, the disbelieving folks, laughing, till the monster ate their car. Folks were out and about in at least six states completely in denial as I write this about a couple month before posting. By now, I hope there is free access to TP. Come to think of it, maybe the Republicans made this sh*t up? Nah? It was short people. The last rolls were on the top shelf. Water? My cats throw up when they drink tap water. Dunno? So, we had to find bottled water. Crazy. Yup.

(Note: Meat, or, TP. YOU, choose. It ain’t over by a long shot. People are out and about. Armed protesters have been encouraged by our fearless leadership to stand in state capitals. What the f’k are you worried about. Remember when Bush Sr said, “It’s the economy, stupid.” No, it was Clinton’s campaign who coined the phrase against one term President Bush. It ain’t over and it’s not better. At all! Be afraid. Be….)


Remember when…

…we could travel freely? Right about now we are more than half through our second trip to Scotland. Not! Bad timing! Ode to corona: who thought a trip to our mailbox would be a threat to our health. Confused? No. Alas, we are not in Scotland. We were told the sheep were dipped – yellow – for purposes of health. We never saw another flock like it. Reasons on the ‘net include: ID, ownership, ewes, theft discouragement and who knows? We frequently staged some gag photos for the kids. Yeah, shameless Photoshop. Why not? Poor Colleen. Why hug a post box? Hey! You would have to look in my brain. Me? Some days I’m locked out. Thistle: the national flower of Scotland. And right now I wish we were posting: “Wish you were here.”


What (was) doing?

Late 2018, the (new) bookcase was in construction (by me). Hence, the cat litter boxes were the spacers holding up the first shelf. Colleen had a triangle loom and had just taken a piece from it, the shawl. …pretty talented group of folks at our house.

And Nutley? (That’s the cat.) He can balance on the edge of a chair or walk the banister without falling. He’s still with us. Lucky or nine lives?


Clean

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The beauty of inviting anyone to dinner is that you have to straighten and clean. Our tables were covered – with projects and stuff. Of course! The aftermath of cleaning: It’s still cluttered. And there is a screen of drying wool locks – we took it away later. I daresay we have a way to go in order to be minimalist. (I don’t think that is ever happening.) Shhh… it’s all hiding – the stuff. Tomorrow we shall begin again – to take out what we work with. And upstairs, behind me, is the office I use. There’s no path thru the room. I have things on the floor while I sort and search. Yes, the great room is full of weaving implements – too numerous to name… and ah! bundles of artificial flowers! What to say: “Home!”


Cooking in place

… a riff on sheltering in place. St Pat’s, we cooked. What else? Corned beef and cabbage. No green cabbage – there was a run in the grocery – red will do. It turned my carrots and potatoes purple. Purple was the color of the day. Gluten free cake with pecan coconut icing, are you hungry yet? Corn meal biscuits, yum! Colleen likes canned corn beef – cold. Oh well, the rest of us ate the good stuff. And, we were all virus free and hoped to stay that way.


A year

We’ve been at this about a year. February 16, 2019, was the first basket class we ever took. A little more than a year later… we’ve come quite a long way. We’ve encountered three-four teachers. We learned a few tricks. And we can now make a Nantucket basket. It’s not so difficult as much as it is patience in learning the necessary technique. I have yet to make one of my own design. There are plans out there. I can be very happily occupied for a long while. Looking back we’ve come a long way. I would never have thought we’d weave something so intricate looking every bit as fine as I would admire in a craft store. Neat! … just a year. Oh my! PErfect? No. Happy? Priceless!IMG_3989

And… which one did I craft, which was Colleen’s?


No

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Sometimes, I have to go take a picture for this blog. The new Nikon D780 is out and reviewed. It fills me with camera envy. I have been faithful to the Nikon line since the Nikon FTn. I have had a progressive body up to the Nikon D610. And then, the timing of my purchase was such that the D750 was released about two weeks after my purchase. (Yup!! Buy high! Sell low! Duh!) Enough tech and numbers, I grew older and my interests changed, not for photography but for cameras. Point and shoot cameras grew up. The iphone turned everything on its ear. Now compact, sleek, carry in your pocket cameras could do everything as good as a big DSLR without the heft, and especially, the cost. I can now upgrade or change for way fewer $$ as the whim carries me. Longing? Yes, I long for the brand new spiffy D780. (Hint: Colleen?!) But no! Not for the $$$$. There’s more bang for your $ and I no longer shoot events, parades, or weddings. The D610 works great. Nikon made a good product that lasts. Therein lies the need for advertising to convince this poor consumer to shell out $$ for a spiffy newer better beat all DSLR. Ante up? No.


Last supper

…or Corona… or eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die! This is the last (our) supper before the ban on eating out in restaurants went into effect in Delaware. Nuts! By the time this post is published… who knows how the disease will have gone? Fact and fiction, either or, neither will have made much difference. Science and politics don’t match well. Too convoluted? Well, as of this writing, there are folks (Republicans) who deny anything is wrong in the face of the fact that there is no toilet paper, water, or hand sanitizer to be had. These three items alone should tell you a disaster is happening. It’s seems that FEMA has noted we always have a disaster when the TP goes missing. Laugh, slowly clapping.


Spring

There’s a problem posting a vertical pic alone. It’s just disproportionate to the page. So, I don’t too often (post verticals). Pairing! Yup, I tend to pair a horizontal pic and it’s more pleasing in the layout. It’s spring! Time for crocuses. It’s stark bright spring light. It makes me feel “spring.” Elle? She’s our shy cat. She’s wary and generally hiding in a safe strategic spot ready to bolt to safety. She trusts me to let me shoot a pic. Otherwise,  I never get too close. She doesn’t trust me that much.IMG_3923


Happy Mother’s Day

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It’s the least worse pic I found on a gentle search of the hard drive this morning. Hey! And to all your moms too! I can only say that I was a terrible photographer at that time. I was unable to see the subject for the flowers. The background fades and what becomes important; was important; who knew? When my kids were little we made breakfast in bed for their mother. i swear Father’s Day is after so it’s payback if I didn’t do something. It never seems to work to tell your wife – she’s not your mother. And, I reminded my favorite son so he won’t look bad. His mom thinks he’s her best son. I want to keep it that way.


Expressive

“Eyes are the window to the soul.” Cats don’t talk. They really don’t show much emotion. They interact with me. And, sometimes I will swear they emote. A good portrait will show expression. The viewer connects by looking into the subject’s eyes. It works with cats too. Nutley is so expressive, you just want to hug him. Uh huh.


Spare glass

I suppose anything will do. There’s no water added. Some vases now have their own fake water. But, fake flowers – I suppose silk flowers – don’t wilt, shed, or require water. It’s quite an assortment of vases we had or we have acquired. We recently bought a real one – vase – real glass. Some of the containers are quite interesting. It’s easy to forget them in the face of the colorful bouquets.IMG_3902

With my usual exuberance, we have collected a few – too many. So, I winnowed the selection down to my fav 10. Yeah, yeah, ten is too many too. Hey, I got to use too twice! Colleen is not an enabler but more like a reluctant (very) bystander.


Spin cycle

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Can you possibly make this bad news into some Pollyanna fairy tale to save your political ass Mr President? Meanwhile, what the f’ are you gonna do about it. Lying to me won’t make it go away. This is an immutable fact no matter if right or left wing media reports it. Tell me what you’re doing. And I can’t get a corona virus test, while you are tested once a day. That’s fair. You are important and wealthy. The rest of us all applaud your effort to help. How about PPE and tests for the rest of the country?  Vote early and vote often.


My point?

None. I’m just looking back. I have a nice archive. In my mind’s eye, we don’t really change, neither older or younger, neither heavier or lighter. At this moment in time, all is frozen. There are no worries. I wish. We’ve had corona – among us. The world has had great disruption. (I’m trying to avoid politics.) I was observed to have aplomb. “Something always happens (for the better).” It’s nice to be an optimist.


Above the law

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Words fail me. Cheaters win. And the moon is made of cheese.


What’s in your bookcase?

There’s a TV ad for a credit card that asks, “What’s in your (bookcase)?” Lately, they have been making a big deal out of what’s in the bookcase of celebrities as they are interviewed during Covid19. I’ve been peering at backgrounds for a long while before this. What I can say is that backgrounds are indeed distracting. Meanwhile, it’s a rare moment when our bookcase is displayed in a tidy room… medical books, cook books, Photoshop skill books, weaving books…and some arts and crafts, so as to make the bookcase look uncrowded. There, you got it. No great authors and no great insight. Usually, I have a cat or other subject in the foreground. And, as I said, it’s rarely neat. Hey, this is work in progress!

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While, I on the topic, there are people who won’t drink Corona beer any more. Republicans? Dumb asses? Corona can counter that its beer (alcohol) counteracts the virus. After all it’s (alcohol) is in hand sanitizer. And, consuming disinfectant (our fearless leader says it’s so!!) would kill the virus within us!!! Oh yeah!!!

DISCLAIMER: Consumption of disinfectant will kill your dumb ass!

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Titles? I’m not ashamed to say we don’t have best sellers.


Before

I guess it’s nice to keep looking back. There was a time when we were less cluttered. Ahem. Would that be: are we more or less organized now than once before? It’s interesting to see how things were and compare to now. No matter, that bare wall is not bare any longer.


Way back…

…when. Not that many years ago, in a simpler time, who knew how the world would change? We haven’t been back in many a year. But, at the time, in that place, it was the highlight of our world. We had been recommended and found this restaurant that served deep fried kale. Unhealthy! You bet. Good? Unparalleled! It was mere months from this point that someone tried to detonate (bomb vest) in the parking lot across from the US Embassy. My life changed and I was soon home for good. I don’t remember when we ate there again. Unhealthy! Good? You bet!


Bradford pear

They populate the roadside from DE to WV. They were all over NY. Bradford pear trees exuberantly bloom and blossom at this time of the year. It’s a short period of spring joy. Okay, by the time this post is published, their time will have passed. In DE, there are not so many specimens. But, my neighbor across the street makes me smile. She planted them and I am the visual recipient of her effort. Thanks so much!


No water

I’m still on with artificial flowers. Hmm, it’s better than calling them fake or plastic. It’s too fancy to call them silk. I’m trying for the exotic “Japanese” look – wabi sabi. It’s random because most of what I do is “come as you are.” I abhor working “with a plan.” Don’t overthink.

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I am frankly amazed that some arrangements come with fake water. What next?!


Giovanni

I followed a recipe. Colleen got a hankering for jar peppers – on a hamburger. Not just any, but a “Giovanni?” That’s what she called it. Butter toasted bun, large juicy burger, cheese, onions, and these jar peppers. It’s obviously too high to get in single bite. Heaven! Pardon the mess. The look of bliss… priceless! I guess I’m good to follow some instructions…and very happy to make someone happy.


While we’re talking forgiveness…

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Throwback. Here’s an interesting piece of history. Historical? It dates back a few decades. Lisa was drunk. Rare to say, but, she’s not driving either. MA – Maryanne – no longer speaks to me. She chose Lisa in the divorce. Bob, stopped talking with me. He perceived some insult when he got divorced (to Kathy, not me). Susan, I apologize. Last time we emailed, I insulted her Republican values and support for T(rump) – would that be asshole? – in this time of corona. I never remember the date of her birthday. Sorry. Both. I never remember your birthday and I never should question your beliefs. My bad. It’s been on my mind lately. And, when I did a search on my hard drive, this photo popped at the top of my search.