Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Amazing
The other day, SIE and I went to the pet store on Broadway to get a better cage for the chameleon. The box was about 4 inches thick, but about 2 feet x 2 feet. SIE wanter to carry it and he was doing OK as we manuevered between the aisles. When we got over to the checkout, I turned to help him lift it. He was emphatic: "No-o-o!"
Then with a lower voice he says for my ears only, "I want them to see how amazing I am."
Sunday, July 05, 2009
My Dear Gardener
Mr. Beachy informs me that a wee creature is growing out near the cabbage patch. He tells me it is definitely male, but so small that it may take 5 months or more to ripen. Oh, the joy that the Christmas snows will bring this year!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
The Stealth Hunter Has Arrived
There's a new addition to our family. I know it hasn't been so long since hammy died, and it's not that we don't miss her....but the opportunity arose to add a baby veiled chameleon to our household. I could watch this guy all day. He is the kind of chameleon with mitten-like feet and eyes that move in all directions, being able to see in front and behind himself at the same time.
He is a slow mover as far as lizards go, which makes him perfect for SIE to hold. And what a great way to get SIE to wash his hands! I told him he should wash them before and after holding him. He went on to say it was because of the oils in our skin; maybe he heard that at school. This is a five year old who knows everything.
We are having some trouble with names. "Cammy" was a natural...in homor of Hammy, of course. But I was going for something a little more sophisticated. Hapapapa suggested "Mosie", because he just mosies along. I jumped to "Moses", which caught the evil eye glare of Hapapapa, who corrected me: "Mosie". He does that sometimes thinking he can manage me. hah! I personally think he's a "Noah" rather than a "Moses". That's just my personal take on him. Yesterday, we named him "Scout" because of his stealthy hunting habits. Also I thought it would be fun to name all my future pets after characters in To Kill a MockingbirdGet the subconcious connection to HarperLee? We'll see if this name sticks.
This new addition regretably has made me learn about cricket keeping. He's tiny, but can chow down more than 8 crickets a day! Now I have a very nice cricket habitat set up in the mud room. Plus about a half dozen loose crickets jumping around my house. How do you catch a cricket? I invented this technique myself, although others must have thought of it before me: You put the cardboard from an empty paper towel roll into their cage. The crickets crawl in to sleep. You easily reach in and cover both ends of the roll and take it to the Death Star and let those prisoners loose. Sometimes there aren't enough crickets sleeping in the roll, so you gently herd them into a corner with the roll covered at your end, and they hop and scurry and push and shove and run inside it thinking they are escaping, only to face the flying tongue of the Stealth Hunter.
He is a slow mover as far as lizards go, which makes him perfect for SIE to hold. And what a great way to get SIE to wash his hands! I told him he should wash them before and after holding him. He went on to say it was because of the oils in our skin; maybe he heard that at school. This is a five year old who knows everything.
We are having some trouble with names. "Cammy" was a natural...in homor of Hammy, of course. But I was going for something a little more sophisticated. Hapapapa suggested "Mosie", because he just mosies along. I jumped to "Moses", which caught the evil eye glare of Hapapapa, who corrected me: "Mosie". He does that sometimes thinking he can manage me. hah! I personally think he's a "Noah" rather than a "Moses". That's just my personal take on him. Yesterday, we named him "Scout" because of his stealthy hunting habits. Also I thought it would be fun to name all my future pets after characters in To Kill a MockingbirdGet the subconcious connection to HarperLee? We'll see if this name sticks.
This new addition regretably has made me learn about cricket keeping. He's tiny, but can chow down more than 8 crickets a day! Now I have a very nice cricket habitat set up in the mud room. Plus about a half dozen loose crickets jumping around my house. How do you catch a cricket? I invented this technique myself, although others must have thought of it before me: You put the cardboard from an empty paper towel roll into their cage. The crickets crawl in to sleep. You easily reach in and cover both ends of the roll and take it to the Death Star and let those prisoners loose. Sometimes there aren't enough crickets sleeping in the roll, so you gently herd them into a corner with the roll covered at your end, and they hop and scurry and push and shove and run inside it thinking they are escaping, only to face the flying tongue of the Stealth Hunter.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Top O' the Morning
July 3rd - I think an old friend of mine, Larry Santo, was born today. He's gone now a year or two, but I woke up thinking of him so it might be today's his day. He was a character. I first met him at St. Patrick's Parish in Northside. He actually was the first person there to speak to me and he was a gentle soul. The church florist, sacristan, eucharistic minister, and server par ex-cell-ance. He loved to say he taught me all I know about serving and floral arranging, and that could be true. Along with my keen eye for observation and artistic temperment, of course.
Shortly after my arrival at St. Pat's I observed that Larry always wore a shade of green when he was on the altar. Later, at St. B's, he always wore the appropriate color tie to correspond with the vestments of the day. I think of him as the Irish/Northside version of Mr. Beachy. May he be teaching the angels a thing or two today!
Shortly after my arrival at St. Pat's I observed that Larry always wore a shade of green when he was on the altar. Later, at St. B's, he always wore the appropriate color tie to correspond with the vestments of the day. I think of him as the Irish/Northside version of Mr. Beachy. May he be teaching the angels a thing or two today!
Monday, June 29, 2009
A Thousand Splendid Suns
This book was so good I can't even describe it. I'd heard it wasn't as good as The Kite Runner so I was expecting it to be along the same lines. But it was so very much better that I can't even remember that 1st book. My heart went so much into these characters that I found myself praying for them! Now a much stronger awareness of Afghan women.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Farewell To Hammy
Little Hammy died last night and I am very sad.
She was the best hamster that we have ever had.
There was Mimi, and Snowy, and Poppi-Luigie, three.
But Hammy was the best ham that could ever be.
We liked to watch her. She made us glad.
She was hardly ever bad.
She only bit our fingers twice.
She learned real quick - that's not too nice.
Little Ham was lots of fun.
She loved the snow, the rain, the sun.
She loved her wheel and her boy.
She gave us all a lot of joy.
She'd play with Harper all the day.
Did you ever see a hamster "stay"?
That's one thing that they liked to play.
And, yes, she did. Right there she'd stay
And only sometimes run away;
For Hide and Seek she liked to roam,
But wasn't long, she'd come back home.
We'll miss the noise she made at night.
She'd run upon her wheel till light.
And when she'd wiggle in her sleep
Letting out a tiny peep.
We'll miss sharing our salad greens
and apples, pears, and kidney beans.
We'll even miss her smelly cage,
And marvel at her ripe old age.
We buried her in the garden deep
But know the ground will not her keep.
She's playing now in heaven above
With all the hamsters, in God's love.
She was the best hamster that we have ever had.
There was Mimi, and Snowy, and Poppi-Luigie, three.
But Hammy was the best ham that could ever be.
We liked to watch her. She made us glad.
She was hardly ever bad.
She only bit our fingers twice.
She learned real quick - that's not too nice.
Little Ham was lots of fun.
She loved the snow, the rain, the sun.
She loved her wheel and her boy.
She gave us all a lot of joy.
She'd play with Harper all the day.
Did you ever see a hamster "stay"?
That's one thing that they liked to play.
And, yes, she did. Right there she'd stay
And only sometimes run away;
For Hide and Seek she liked to roam,
But wasn't long, she'd come back home.
We'll miss the noise she made at night.
She'd run upon her wheel till light.
And when she'd wiggle in her sleep
Letting out a tiny peep.
We'll miss sharing our salad greens
and apples, pears, and kidney beans.
We'll even miss her smelly cage,
And marvel at her ripe old age.
We buried her in the garden deep
But know the ground will not her keep.
She's playing now in heaven above
With all the hamsters, in God's love.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Dear Mister Beachy
My dear friends and especially you, Mr. Beachy,
I promise to write soon. And, Soon, I'll write you. I really do promise. Cross my heart!
I promise to write soon. And, Soon, I'll write you. I really do promise. Cross my heart!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Friday, January 02, 2009
The Flood of 2009
Well, I know it will be a great year. SIE and I drove to the Wildlife Refuge up near the farm and we got to see some sandhill cranes (my favorite besides the coyotes), a few great blue herons, a huge flock of black birds migrating somewhere, lots of swans, a couple Nutria and several ducks and grebes, and one train! It was SIE's first visit with me and he did real well. He decided I should use the binoculars and he would take photos. I love that digital camera!
I made pierogies from scratch - Yum! And Hapapapa made pork and sauerkraut. No formal meal, just nibbling all day. Kaliedoscope girl had to work.
So after a nice new year's day I was snuggled down falling asleep when the furnace clicked on sounding weird. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep well unless I checked on it. I found a bunch of water flooding the basement. The fire department came to my rescue and by the time they got here the water was above their boot tops and rising. They used two of their big pumps to fight the water, which was broiling in from city drain backups and saturated ground. One of the neighbors came by and told me this happened every year and we both can't believe that wasn't disclosed when I bought the house. The old owner told me the basement was "moist" and needed some work.....but he didn't say it "floods"!!!
The firemen said the water would be up to 6 ft. by morning and waited until they knew that Hapapapa was bringing over a rented sump pump (My hero). Then it was a matter of waking up every two hours to turn it on and check the water level. I think Mr. Beachy had been drinking because he got into his little kayak and circled the basement singing pirate songs, which sound funny sung with a Chinese accent.
The water started going down the drain in the morning and I was able to get some plumbers out to plan what we should do. They will begin some major back-up valve drain work on Monday. We have snow on the ground again and predictions of 7 days of rain starting Monday so I will be happy not to have the flood worry too much longer. By 2pm I was able to get the furnace on again (by myself! amazing!) And thanks to Kaliedoscope Girl's frequent comforting phone calls, I am able to relax.
I made pierogies from scratch - Yum! And Hapapapa made pork and sauerkraut. No formal meal, just nibbling all day. Kaliedoscope girl had to work.
So after a nice new year's day I was snuggled down falling asleep when the furnace clicked on sounding weird. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep well unless I checked on it. I found a bunch of water flooding the basement. The fire department came to my rescue and by the time they got here the water was above their boot tops and rising. They used two of their big pumps to fight the water, which was broiling in from city drain backups and saturated ground. One of the neighbors came by and told me this happened every year and we both can't believe that wasn't disclosed when I bought the house. The old owner told me the basement was "moist" and needed some work.....but he didn't say it "floods"!!!
The firemen said the water would be up to 6 ft. by morning and waited until they knew that Hapapapa was bringing over a rented sump pump (My hero). Then it was a matter of waking up every two hours to turn it on and check the water level. I think Mr. Beachy had been drinking because he got into his little kayak and circled the basement singing pirate songs, which sound funny sung with a Chinese accent.
The water started going down the drain in the morning and I was able to get some plumbers out to plan what we should do. They will begin some major back-up valve drain work on Monday. We have snow on the ground again and predictions of 7 days of rain starting Monday so I will be happy not to have the flood worry too much longer. By 2pm I was able to get the furnace on again (by myself! amazing!) And thanks to Kaliedoscope Girl's frequent comforting phone calls, I am able to relax.
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