We'll say no more about it......
Friday, October 22, 2010
Llama Update
Ok so the bu#$#^er came back. Daughter #2 was able to coax her in with a bucket of oats..... I slammed the gate shut!
Phew!.... glad that melodrama is at an end.
Phew!.... glad that melodrama is at an end.
On The First Day Of Winter
I came home from Knit Night last night and what do my wondering eyes see?.... A whole lot of sheep, an alpaca, and.... d-mn! There's the $@#%#$%^$ llama on the loose!!!! The sheep and Mishka were easy to get back in the paddock. Honeydew... the $^$%&%&%@#@!*&^(&**%@! llama is still on the loose.
I am not going through this crap again. We did not chase her.... we did not try to get her back... we left the gate open to her paddock with the sheep fastened well under lock and key... we went to bed and hoped that she would get the message and miss her barn.... Yeah!!! That was pointless. Honeydew is a pain in the you know where.
I am not someone who just throws caution to the wind and wants to go slaughtering animals willy nilly. But this is the last time that llama will go sneaking off into the world. She obviously has a penchant for independence. Well, she has till 3:30 p.m. this afternoon to wander back into the paddock. I can not have this creature terrorizing the neighbours again. So at that point if she is still wandering around our yard she will be meeting her maker to be polite..... dispatched..... barbecue.....
It's snowing out.... and while I should be looking out the window in wonder at the white world around me with a hot steaming cup of coffee, I'm agonizing over the big snit wandering around my yard.... (that's the llama about which, I can't say enough bad at this moment.)
In the horror of an animal on the loose from my farm... irritating the neighbours..... eating other farmer's hay..... the white pristine snow that I was sooooo looking forward to has been passed over and is not having the effect that I was hoping for... irritating to say the least. The snow is drifting groundward quite peacefully but the !%#$^$%&%& llama is really not making me feel pristine, quiet, peaceful or anything even remotely resembling peace... I am saying words that I will have to pray about for many weeks... argh!
While the first day of winter is actually two months away.... having the snow falling down is really rather a bit like the first day of winter.....
I'll end off here by wishing you all a much more peaceful day than mine..... I'm off to find out where the #^%^*^*^%^$## stupid.....
Ah.... there she is... the stupid #@%#^^&%^^*&*&&(
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I am not going through this crap again. We did not chase her.... we did not try to get her back... we left the gate open to her paddock with the sheep fastened well under lock and key... we went to bed and hoped that she would get the message and miss her barn.... Yeah!!! That was pointless. Honeydew is a pain in the you know where.
I am not someone who just throws caution to the wind and wants to go slaughtering animals willy nilly. But this is the last time that llama will go sneaking off into the world. She obviously has a penchant for independence. Well, she has till 3:30 p.m. this afternoon to wander back into the paddock. I can not have this creature terrorizing the neighbours again. So at that point if she is still wandering around our yard she will be meeting her maker to be polite..... dispatched..... barbecue.....
It's snowing out.... and while I should be looking out the window in wonder at the white world around me with a hot steaming cup of coffee, I'm agonizing over the big snit wandering around my yard.... (that's the llama about which, I can't say enough bad at this moment.)
In the horror of an animal on the loose from my farm... irritating the neighbours..... eating other farmer's hay..... the white pristine snow that I was sooooo looking forward to has been passed over and is not having the effect that I was hoping for... irritating to say the least. The snow is drifting groundward quite peacefully but the !%#$^$%&%& llama is really not making me feel pristine, quiet, peaceful or anything even remotely resembling peace... I am saying words that I will have to pray about for many weeks... argh!
While the first day of winter is actually two months away.... having the snow falling down is really rather a bit like the first day of winter.....
I'll end off here by wishing you all a much more peaceful day than mine..... I'm off to find out where the #^%^*^*^%^$## stupid.....
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Not A Leaf To Be Seen
It is a dull day. There are no mountains to be seen, and while that sounds a little depressing, its not somehow. Autumn is definitely over here in our neck of the woods. Even though the calendar still says Autumn, the weather is saying, "Not!" Everything is wet and each morning I get up expecting our first snow. Still, the swirling depths of winter are staying put in the mountains. When you can see them, the mountains are white and have been for at least a week. There's a nip in the air that tells me that it is coming. Somehow I'm looking forward to it with hopeful trepidation. I know that's weird and even though I hate the cold of winter, there is something serene about looking out the window each morning sipping a hot cup of coffee, while the snow drifts slowly to the ground.... there's something about the sparkle of sun on the snow, white and innocent in all it's purity. The blue of the sky in the evening as the shadows spread across the yard, is one of my favorite colours.... (it is really hard to pick, but the blue I've chosen for the blog is right up at the top of the list... it reminds me of the winter sky at dusk).
Since Thanksgiving weekend, there has not been a leaf around the yard. Those that were still hanging blew and drifted into the forest where they remain, decaying in preparation to feed the roots of the trees there in the spring. Deer are quietly and tentatively moving through the trees as they try to remain elusive to the coyotes that share the forest with them. Jiggs came home with a leg of a deer this morning. Obviously a fresh kill from overnight. It is the way of nature.
While the cold of winter fills me with dread, I realize that the movement of the seasons is part of life. Something that calls me back to who I am... I look at old pictures lately and see the movement of time in the faces of those who surround me, and in my own face. It is the movement of my life that happens so imperceptibly that it comes rather as a shock. Last weekend, I went to a meeting of the NPSW in FSJ. The meeting was held in our studio space and while I was waiting for Teapot to come and pick me up after the meeting was over I went around looking at the walls, where posters of past events hang. I have been a member of the NPSW for 13 years and there on the wall was a picture of a woman who I had never seen before.... I looked more closely to have a better view and pulled out my glasses. There in all its glory was a photo of myself as I looked when I first joined the guild, 70 pounds lighter and a whole lot younger and fresher.... it was startling to realize that I am no longer that young lovely looking young lady.
Part of this blog is change. I decided this morning that the red leaves of fall no longer were inspirational... I needed a change on the face of that which greets me almost every morning. Blue seemed right. Rather like Picasso's Blue Period, only in this case it is Ye Olde Batt's blue period. Don't get me wrong I'm not blue.... I actually feel pretty good these days. I've been accomplishing lots... that always makes me feel good. Just that blue reminds me of the time of year into which we are moving.
Since the leaves have disappeared maybe it is time for a little snow.... but just a little.... and I will look to the great wide blue....
Since Thanksgiving weekend, there has not been a leaf around the yard. Those that were still hanging blew and drifted into the forest where they remain, decaying in preparation to feed the roots of the trees there in the spring. Deer are quietly and tentatively moving through the trees as they try to remain elusive to the coyotes that share the forest with them. Jiggs came home with a leg of a deer this morning. Obviously a fresh kill from overnight. It is the way of nature.
While the cold of winter fills me with dread, I realize that the movement of the seasons is part of life. Something that calls me back to who I am... I look at old pictures lately and see the movement of time in the faces of those who surround me, and in my own face. It is the movement of my life that happens so imperceptibly that it comes rather as a shock. Last weekend, I went to a meeting of the NPSW in FSJ. The meeting was held in our studio space and while I was waiting for Teapot to come and pick me up after the meeting was over I went around looking at the walls, where posters of past events hang. I have been a member of the NPSW for 13 years and there on the wall was a picture of a woman who I had never seen before.... I looked more closely to have a better view and pulled out my glasses. There in all its glory was a photo of myself as I looked when I first joined the guild, 70 pounds lighter and a whole lot younger and fresher.... it was startling to realize that I am no longer that young lovely looking young lady.
Part of this blog is change. I decided this morning that the red leaves of fall no longer were inspirational... I needed a change on the face of that which greets me almost every morning. Blue seemed right. Rather like Picasso's Blue Period, only in this case it is Ye Olde Batt's blue period. Don't get me wrong I'm not blue.... I actually feel pretty good these days. I've been accomplishing lots... that always makes me feel good. Just that blue reminds me of the time of year into which we are moving.
Since the leaves have disappeared maybe it is time for a little snow.... but just a little.... and I will look to the great wide blue....
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Something Of Which To Be Proud....
Ta da!
One shawl finished.... and with real pearls....
I really worked hard on this.
The next shawl is on the way.... and so is a scarf and a bag and two necklaces.... they're almost done.
One shawl finished.... and with real pearls....
The next shawl is on the way.... and so is a scarf and a bag and two necklaces.... they're almost done.
Something I've Realized About North America
I just found out that the post with all my great finished projects can't be done because Blogger is not accepting uploads of photos at this time. So I went away and sat listening to CBC radio (my favorite morning passtime) while waiting for things to change. The Current was talking to the new mayor of Calgary and it was really quite interesting. In my old age I seem to be becoming quite political.....
But if I put that out of my mind and think about the real issue at hand I've discovered something that I'm having a bit of a head scramble over.
I grew up in Newfoundland..... (I think I might have mentioned that before)... my mother and father both grew up in Newfoundland...... Teapot grew up in Newfoundland and his mother and father grew up there too. What's more is that I can go back 15 generations..... they all grew up in Newfoundland..... before that... before the mid 1500s they grew up in England. That's not normal for most of the people here in Canada. I know.... Newfoundland is part of Canada but only since 1949... and though I'm a first generation Canadian, I'm actually a 16th generation North American.
It's weird to hear people talking about their families... mostly because they think of themselves as old families to Canada and maybe they only came here three generations ago. I'm having a really hard time wrapping my head around that one. My family has been around a lot longer than most... but my parents were British subjects and actually still have their British passports. We had our own money too. Newfoundland is actually very very old while being really really new.
I like the fact that I'm getting a new understanding of Canadians. Even though I was born Canadian... and I feel Canadian.... I'm realizing that the Newfoundland understanding of Canadian is just a little strange.... or at least it is for me.
I'm not really sure what I'm saying... it is still a formulating idea.... I'll get back to you all about this as it gets clearer to me.
Meanwhile Blogger still is not accepting my pictures so I'll wait another little bit before posting about my finished projects....
But if I put that out of my mind and think about the real issue at hand I've discovered something that I'm having a bit of a head scramble over.
I grew up in Newfoundland..... (I think I might have mentioned that before)... my mother and father both grew up in Newfoundland...... Teapot grew up in Newfoundland and his mother and father grew up there too. What's more is that I can go back 15 generations..... they all grew up in Newfoundland..... before that... before the mid 1500s they grew up in England. That's not normal for most of the people here in Canada. I know.... Newfoundland is part of Canada but only since 1949... and though I'm a first generation Canadian, I'm actually a 16th generation North American.
It's weird to hear people talking about their families... mostly because they think of themselves as old families to Canada and maybe they only came here three generations ago. I'm having a really hard time wrapping my head around that one. My family has been around a lot longer than most... but my parents were British subjects and actually still have their British passports. We had our own money too. Newfoundland is actually very very old while being really really new.
I like the fact that I'm getting a new understanding of Canadians. Even though I was born Canadian... and I feel Canadian.... I'm realizing that the Newfoundland understanding of Canadian is just a little strange.... or at least it is for me.
I'm not really sure what I'm saying... it is still a formulating idea.... I'll get back to you all about this as it gets clearer to me.
Meanwhile Blogger still is not accepting my pictures so I'll wait another little bit before posting about my finished projects....
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunscreen
I went out for a walk and it was raining and windy and quite chilly. So I came in afterwords and said to Teapot that I really needed to warm up. I had a look on the internet and this is what I found....
which is really neat when you're drinking a cup of hot chocolate..... Teapot says you'd need 45 sunscreen if you were there..... yup!
which is really neat when you're drinking a cup of hot chocolate..... Teapot says you'd need 45 sunscreen if you were there..... yup!
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