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I've moved my blog to Wordpress:

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I may or may not be back at Blogger.

You have yourself a nice day

renovation

For the last two weeks my work place has been undergoing a total renovation. Ceilings, floors, walls and everything in between. I have been dreading it, anticipating disruption and delays. This outside company was supposed to start on July 7. They started on July 7. They were supposed to finish on July 18. They finished on July 19. And in between these guys were just wonderful: They were pleasant, accommodating and professional. I felt sorry for these seven people: They worked from 7am (I know because it fell to me to be there and let them) until 7pm (I know because it fell to me to be there and lock up after they left.)
Before they left they had moved everything back to its’ original place and clean up ever inch of construction/destruction debris. The place looks wonderful! They told me they were on to Philly next.Tomorrow I’m going to write the company’s owner (he was on site for a few days) and tell him how impressed I was his employees’ work. I hope they’re well paid

Out of Our Heads

I like this Sheryl Crow anti-war song

Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kD1XLJSu1Po


"Out Of Our Heads"
Lyrics: Bottrell/Crow Music: Bottrell

If you feel you wanna fight me
There's a chain around your mind
When something is holding you tightly
What is real is so hard to find
Losing babies to genocide
Oh where's the meaning in that plight
Can't you see that we've really bought into
Every word they proclaimed and every lie, oh
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Someone's feeding on your anger
Someone's been whispering in your ear
You've seen his face before
You've been played before
These aren't the words you need to hear
Through the dawn of darkness blindly
You have blood upon your hands
All the world will treat you kindly
But only the heart can understand, oh understand
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
Every man is his own prophet
Oh every prophet just a man
I say all the women stand up, say yes to themselves
Teach your children best you can
Let every man bow to the best in himself
We're not killing any more
We're the wisest ones, everybody listen
'Cause you can't fight this feeling any more, oh anymore
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart

Dead fetus bird

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So after work today I go out to fill the birdbath with fresh water and I see this: A Dead Fetus Bird in the BirdBath. My question is: How did it get there? Tis a puzzlement.

gardening

A reply to blu's comment on the post below.


Since my garden’s pretty well established—except for the plants I dig and divide, or move—it takes some time in the early spring to cut off the dead foliage, fertilize and apply new mulch, but other than that I don’t do too much except care for the few container plants (which I water weekly during the very hot weather.)
I mostly pick plants that do well in this zone so I do not water, I let Mother Nature do that. This time of year I only spend about one hour a week on my garden and that’s doing weeding.

Garden chores by the season:

SPRING: Clean up dead foliage and leaves from the beds. Dig & divide when necessary. Work in fertilizer and/or manure at base of plants. Fluff up and/or reapply mulch. Plant annuals—either seed or plants.

SUMMER: Weed, weed, weed. Enjoy. Water and fertilize container plants as needed.

FALL: ‘Long about October I’m sick of gardening, so I only dig & divide if needed. Plant bulbs and move plants around if needed. I usually let things go to seed over winter so the birds can have at it.

WINTER: Nada except look at seed catalogs and long for spring

more pictures

New pictures:

1. My new gnomie is his new homie among the parsley and geraniums in a barrel

2. Garden shot July 13: Butterfly bush, coneflowers, phlox, lamb's ears, Russian sage and liatris

3. White gayfeather (liatris). Last fall I dug it up in the backyard and replanted it in the front here and it's grown from a measley anemic two foot tall to almost four. It loves it in its' new home. Most liatris are purple, but I like the white variety.

4. Another shot of the pink garden phlox and the liatris.

Aren't sunflowers just happy little flowers?

A welcomed visitor!!

I got visited by a wee gnome today! He said he journeyed all the way from Wisconsin--sent by a lovely Shelfer named Orbie. Thanks Orbie! At this very moment he is busy making friends with all his fellow gnomes here in my abode. I'll soon post a picture of him in his new garden home.

That was so very sweet of you!~!!!

A long and productive life

Tasha Tudor 1915-2008
http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/06/20/america/obits.php


"Tudor frequently said that she was the reincarnation of a sea captain's wife who lived from 1800 to 1840 or 1842, and that it was this earlier life she was replicating by living so ardently in the past."

This woman was quite a character and inspiration. Too bad Allan didn't think her obit warranted a bit on the Comments Section.

I spent the Fourth of July just lazing around, doing some housework and watching the CREATE channel --which I think is an offshoot of PBS because the shows have no commercial interuptions. Sara Moulton has a cooking show there, as does that Italian lady Lidia Basticvich (sp?)

I'm also watching old old old (because he's dead) reruns of Bob Ross' painting shows. I love that guy and enjoy watching him paint. Most of his stuff looks the same----old barns, big dead-looking trees, mountains, skies, but I enjoy him--he's so serene.

I hate fireworks. They've been shooting off fireworks for four days straight. It began on Thursday, then, Friday, then last night and today some kids down the block are doing firecrackers. I'm getting to be more and more like Miss Nesta Kiki Marie who has "low slunk" over the floors for the last four days.

This morning before it got too hot, I cleaned out an abandoned little area of the yard. I weeded and discovered some coneflowers, columbine and dill had sprouted there, so I pulled everything but identifiable plants. I raked and mulched it and it looks half way decent. Oh. Oh, Oh. I've dioscovered a wonderful website: www.gardenrant.com Its' basic philosophy is that garden designers don't know shit--that a garden full of plants you love--regardless of if you break "the rules"--is okay dokey.

I want someone to make me a beautiful, tall, ice cold glass of lemonade---you can put some vodka in it if you wish.

more pics

Top to Bottom:

Red Hot Poker gone to seed.I love it!

The only variety of marigold I like.

Garden Phlox.

My first sunflower getting ready to bloom.

Daisy and verbena.

Your career choice

If I could have any other person in the world's career I would have to choose the career of the Travel Channel's Samantha Brown.

True, travel gets tiresome and I'm sure she's sacrificed a lot over the years--I don't think she has children or even ever been married--but she's seen the world, stayed in fabulous five-star hotels and destinations, and dined on the finest foods.

What a terrific career! Whose would you choose?

summer assignments

I've been insisting that LP read national, local and international news, then write a paragraph about each story.

Here's a recent entry:




International: Is Osama Dying? (Hell I hope so)
Osama Bin Laden, a name recognized for being a wealthy man’s son, not to mention his terror-network and thoughtless brutality towards anyone who opposes his religious beliefs. But recent news from CIA analysis and 2002’s Pakistani President claimed that Bin Laden has suffered from kidney diseasse and supposedly has only two to five months to live (as if!). Evading capture from U.S. Troops and other allied forces have people wondering, could it be a hoax? A hoax is no joax. (get it?) Not to mention recent videos put out in the Arabic Al-Jazeer news network show videos of Bin Laden looking healthier than ever! If what the CIA is saying is true then it’ll be a sad day for justice in America if he dies of naturally causes and was never brought to justice.. So Bin Laden may or may not be dying but I do know some people who are you brothers and your sisters and my brothers, so support the ttroops and do your part as an American and vote Barack Obama for President.This Liam, your son, doing as assigned. Back to the studio.

in bloom

Frankie hanging out with the coneflowers.

Two shots of my garden.

In bloom 2

1. Orange lily and purple coneflowers
2. Pineapple sage. This doesn't look impressive but it smells heavenly. I use it in iced tea. Hummingbirds love the blooms.
3. Monarda bee balm. Bees/hummers love it.
4. Yellow lily and the ever present coneflowers
5. Red lily

My Trip to Dayton

Some tidbits about my meeting:

• The Dayton meeting was productive. I was shocked. However the travel back to Indiana was horrible. I got caught in a torrential rainstorm on US 70 and c0uld not see ten feet in front of me. I pulled ovcr onto the shoulder with my flashers on and sat there hoping that no one would run into me. Cars were still moving, but some put on their flashers. It blew over in about 15 minutes and I was on my way again. I hate driving in bad weather.
• We went out for drinks and dinner on Wednesday. Since it was on the company's dime, I ordered a margarita with Patron tequila and then ordered a second.
• During the meeting Wednesday afternoon I felt this awful stabbing beneath my right breast. I went into the restroom and found that my underwire in my bra had popped out and the thing was poking me. I didn't bring an extra bra to an overnight meeting (would you??) and I tried to pull the damned thing out but it wouldn't budge so I twisted it the best I could so it wouldn't hit skin and continued on. As I hit US 70 (before the awful rain) I undid the bra hooks and remove it via the armholes of my shirt and chucked it outside the car going 65 MPH. Yes, I littered. But I hope some poor creature finds it and takes it back to their nest, home, etc and uses it in good health.

Today it looks rainy but I'm going to go run some errands (Post Office, Panera Bread) before it gets too bad.

I'm back, i'll write more after work.

Spidey, nuttin' I wasn't able to shop.

Spidey,
Tomorrow morning I'm going to Dayton, Ohio for a business meeting. I do not want to go to Dayton, Ohio for a business meeting, but there you go.
I'll be back Thursday.

This is the pink rose, catmint red hot poker, lambs ears, Shasta diasies, and lollipop lilies with a scattering of white coneflowers, and daylilies

This is another landscape pink rose mixed in with the catmint. I like the combo pink and blue.