Weblog 241
September 19, 2010~ 12:00 am
Whoo-woooo!!! My daughter finally got an Etsy site up and running! Holly is a fabulous (and very creative) seamstress. Now that both kiddos are in school full time, she has the time to pour into her native talents and her Etsy site is the result.
Holly's enjoyment of Halloween (and being the owner of a pet tarantula, Officer Goob) must be the inspiration for the following whimsical bag
(Click on the picture to VISIT her storefront.) And just in time for the SPOOKABLE HOLIDAY! What a treat!
Holly's a notable graduate of the Clarissa School Of Fashion Design, but being a mom, time to engage in sewing has been limited over the early childrearing years, but I remember in the mid 90's when she was nearing graduation, Holly was profiled in a local news magazine (lemme dig out a copy of that picture.....lol) ah.......HERE it is!
The local paper asked Clarissa teachers to recommend a student for a profile story and yep, Holly was their choice....look at those NEAT creations! (She's always followed her own drum, and it's always been a COLORFUL one for sure.) So, YOU GO, HOLLY! Your interests are ever a joy to me.
This week has been RIFE with squirrels at work! On Tuesday, I saw THREE going in and out of their self-made entrance in our wall.
Those suckers chewed their way right into the wall, and there were LITTLE ONES finally poking their wee heads out. On Wednesday, I brought my camera to work to try and get pictures. No such luck. (I thought it might have been the circling red-tailed hawks
that were methodically making their rounds in the easy thermals of that clear early autumn sky, but I now believe I simply missed my window of opportunity.)
I've talked about their HUGE nest in the overhanging oak tree above the wall. Here it is, in the grayish morning light....
(that's the BIG NEST in the oak tree that overhangs their little 'baby bunker'.)
I now believe it was simply their time to leave, and here's how I found out: I discovered the most delightful site on the net that chronicles what's happening in a nest just outside a Brooklyn highrise apartment window owned by a yoga instructor who followed THREE broods of baby squirrels since 2009-- up close and personal.
It's from reading that, that I learned the nesting period is about 50 days; then the mother carries her young down to the ground. (On Tuesday afternoon, my boss saw an adult squirrel dashing across our parking lot, a baby piggy-backing on top of her! LOL!!! ) That must be what was happening with all the activity--- I missed my picture by one day, can you believe that? (Just my luck!) Charm yourself by visiting her site and seeing the development of baby squirrels from pinkie-sized little squirts who turn into to curious, furry little imps. It's wonderful! Go to The Squirrel In Our Window. It's amazing.
And speaking of amazing, I read this week about a gorgeous, almost spiritual phenomenon that happened during the ninth anniversay of the 9/11 attacks, when they again lit up the sky with two bright towers of light. It seems it's the migrating season, and 10,000 BIRDS were attracted to those beams, and fluttered inside them like snow!
What an incredible sight! Some observers said it seemed like the souls of those sacrified on nine eleven were flying off to heaven, rising in the night sky. How beautiful. How sad.
Even around my yard, things have been hopping. Sitting inside on Thursday afternoon, I heard a characteristic, high-pitched call. Recognizing that sound, I ran to the door and yes!- there was my black-capped CHICKADEE
stopping to say hi. (Of course, it wasn't me he was excited about)...it was the suet cake... a favorite of his.
I was overjoyed to see him again. I thought after they'd raised their babies in my birdhouse, they were gone for the year, but it appears his belly harkened him back home.
(I'd stopped putting piles of cracked corn on the stump and the paving stones because I had a BOATLOAD of Hitchcockian pigeons lurking everywhere -that......and some voles that I believed would make me a hated neighbor....lol) but I decided to fill a piece of statuary that holds a bowl on top- with a helping of the irresistable stuff. Lo and behold, who JUMPED RIGHT UP 3 FEET and INTO THE BOWL
but Chippy! Bold as brass! Sat right in the middle and FEASTED!
And he's done so every day since. LOL!!! And not five minutes goes by from the time I refill the bowl, to his speedy appearance.
How I love him! He's quite a character.
Saturday evening I re-watched 'Brothers' with Wayne. (I'm sooooo glad he saw it. It's a remarkable film.) He was reluctant because he knew it would be an emotionally wrenching experience, but to see those fine actors with such a perfect script is something not to be missed. Brilliant, simply brilliant film-making. It floors me... it did at both viewings.
I cried this time. I think sharing that level of pain WITH someone is much more intense. I will sing the praises of this film to anyone who will listen. It's an IMPORTANT, honest look the nature of that conflict and what we are asking our young men and women to do when we send them off to war, even as life goes on (usually, I'll bet) without our giving much thought to their horrors. It's time to end it, it's time to end it, it's time to end it....all for naught......(and I firmly believe, it's made things worse.) GET THEM THE F*CK OUTTA THERE! Amen.
September 20, 2010~ 5:00 pm
I left my house this morning at ten to six. By 6:05, I had merged onto Route 28 minutes after TWO ACCIDENTS up ahead. (Route 28, once committed to it-- is a road one is unable to exit before the 31st Bridge. Period.) I'm due at work at 6:30 and ordinarily would have arrived at 6:20 a.m., but by 6:40 I called work and said I'd be late. By almost 7:00, I had not MOVED.
I had to pee.
BADLY...
I called work again (since I'd heard on the radio that traffic on Route 28 was closed in both directions) -car into a truck head-on through the construction zone and a telephone pole down. I called work again and said that as soon as I could make it to the 31st St. Bridge, I was taking that route and going back home. I'd had it! (My bladder was screaming.)
I sat for nearly TWO HOURS in the same spot, and nobody was making it up to the bridge to turn back into town.) Finally a fellow in the righthand lane made a U-turn beside me. I SEIZED THE OPPORTUNITY and used that small window to do likewise, and made it home- and RACED upstairs to the bathroom.
This has been a 'lost day'. I curled up with a James Lee Burke book, 'The Glass Rainbow'- a TERRIFIC Dave Robicheaux novel, and read till I fell asleep a couple of hours later. (Oh, well......if you're gonna waste a day off, I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it with when stuck at home, than Robicheaux.) Burke writes like silk and thunder. He's the bomb. Going back to it now and starting this all over again tomorrow. I'll pray for an uneventful commute.
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Whoo-woooo!!! My daughter finally got an Etsy site up and running! Holly is a fabulous (and very creative) seamstress. Now that both kiddos are in school full time, she has the time to pour into her native talents and her Etsy site is the result.
Holly's enjoyment of Halloween (and being the owner of a pet tarantula, Officer Goob) must be the inspiration for the following whimsical bag
(Click on the picture to VISIT her storefront.) And just in time for the SPOOKABLE HOLIDAY! What a treat!
Holly's a notable graduate of the Clarissa School Of Fashion Design, but being a mom, time to engage in sewing has been limited over the early childrearing years, but I remember in the mid 90's when she was nearing graduation, Holly was profiled in a local news magazine (lemme dig out a copy of that picture.....lol) ah.......HERE it is!
The local paper asked Clarissa teachers to recommend a student for a profile story and yep, Holly was their choice....look at those NEAT creations! (She's always followed her own drum, and it's always been a COLORFUL one for sure.) So, YOU GO, HOLLY! Your interests are ever a joy to me.
This week has been RIFE with squirrels at work! On Tuesday, I saw THREE going in and out of their self-made entrance in our wall.
Those suckers chewed their way right into the wall, and there were LITTLE ONES finally poking their wee heads out. On Wednesday, I brought my camera to work to try and get pictures. No such luck. (I thought it might have been the circling red-tailed hawks
that were methodically making their rounds in the easy thermals of that clear early autumn sky, but I now believe I simply missed my window of opportunity.)
I've talked about their HUGE nest in the overhanging oak tree above the wall. Here it is, in the grayish morning light....
(that's the BIG NEST in the oak tree that overhangs their little 'baby bunker'.)
I now believe it was simply their time to leave, and here's how I found out: I discovered the most delightful site on the net that chronicles what's happening in a nest just outside a Brooklyn highrise apartment window owned by a yoga instructor who followed THREE broods of baby squirrels since 2009-- up close and personal.
It's from reading that, that I learned the nesting period is about 50 days; then the mother carries her young down to the ground. (On Tuesday afternoon, my boss saw an adult squirrel dashing across our parking lot, a baby piggy-backing on top of her! LOL!!! ) That must be what was happening with all the activity--- I missed my picture by one day, can you believe that? (Just my luck!) Charm yourself by visiting her site and seeing the development of baby squirrels from pinkie-sized little squirts who turn into to curious, furry little imps. It's wonderful! Go to The Squirrel In Our Window. It's amazing.
And speaking of amazing, I read this week about a gorgeous, almost spiritual phenomenon that happened during the ninth anniversay of the 9/11 attacks, when they again lit up the sky with two bright towers of light. It seems it's the migrating season, and 10,000 BIRDS were attracted to those beams, and fluttered inside them like snow!
What an incredible sight! Some observers said it seemed like the souls of those sacrified on nine eleven were flying off to heaven, rising in the night sky. How beautiful. How sad.
Even around my yard, things have been hopping. Sitting inside on Thursday afternoon, I heard a characteristic, high-pitched call. Recognizing that sound, I ran to the door and yes!- there was my black-capped CHICKADEE
stopping to say hi. (Of course, it wasn't me he was excited about)...it was the suet cake... a favorite of his.
I was overjoyed to see him again. I thought after they'd raised their babies in my birdhouse, they were gone for the year, but it appears his belly harkened him back home.
(I'd stopped putting piles of cracked corn on the stump and the paving stones because I had a BOATLOAD of Hitchcockian pigeons lurking everywhere -that......and some voles that I believed would make me a hated neighbor....lol) but I decided to fill a piece of statuary that holds a bowl on top- with a helping of the irresistable stuff. Lo and behold, who JUMPED RIGHT UP 3 FEET and INTO THE BOWL
but Chippy! Bold as brass! Sat right in the middle and FEASTED!
And he's done so every day since. LOL!!! And not five minutes goes by from the time I refill the bowl, to his speedy appearance.
How I love him! He's quite a character.
Saturday evening I re-watched 'Brothers' with Wayne. (I'm sooooo glad he saw it. It's a remarkable film.) He was reluctant because he knew it would be an emotionally wrenching experience, but to see those fine actors with such a perfect script is something not to be missed. Brilliant, simply brilliant film-making. It floors me... it did at both viewings.
I cried this time. I think sharing that level of pain WITH someone is much more intense. I will sing the praises of this film to anyone who will listen. It's an IMPORTANT, honest look the nature of that conflict and what we are asking our young men and women to do when we send them off to war, even as life goes on (usually, I'll bet) without our giving much thought to their horrors. It's time to end it, it's time to end it, it's time to end it....all for naught......(and I firmly believe, it's made things worse.) GET THEM THE F*CK OUTTA THERE! Amen.
September 20, 2010~ 5:00 pm
I left my house this morning at ten to six. By 6:05, I had merged onto Route 28 minutes after TWO ACCIDENTS up ahead. (Route 28, once committed to it-- is a road one is unable to exit before the 31st Bridge. Period.) I'm due at work at 6:30 and ordinarily would have arrived at 6:20 a.m., but by 6:40 I called work and said I'd be late. By almost 7:00, I had not MOVED.
I had to pee.
I called work again (since I'd heard on the radio that traffic on Route 28 was closed in both directions) -car into a truck head-on through the construction zone and a telephone pole down. I called work again and said that as soon as I could make it to the 31st St. Bridge, I was taking that route and going back home. I'd had it! (My bladder was screaming.)
I sat for nearly TWO HOURS in the same spot, and nobody was making it up to the bridge to turn back into town.) Finally a fellow in the righthand lane made a U-turn beside me. I SEIZED THE OPPORTUNITY and used that small window to do likewise, and made it home- and RACED upstairs to the bathroom.
This has been a 'lost day'. I curled up with a James Lee Burke book, 'The Glass Rainbow'- a TERRIFIC Dave Robicheaux novel, and read till I fell asleep a couple of hours later. (Oh, well......if you're gonna waste a day off, I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it with when stuck at home, than Robicheaux.) Burke writes like silk and thunder. He's the bomb. Going back to it now and starting this all over again tomorrow. I'll pray for an uneventful commute.
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