The hoppers have been pretty bad this season. Big as horses.. . . . . . Some of my cartoons may be published in the local paper soon! Stay cool, Ya’ll !!!!!!!
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Grasshopper Summer 2012
Posted in Butterflies/ Insects, cartoons, Creativity, Gardening, Outdoors, Pets/ Animals, Ranching/Farming/Rural Concerns on August 10, 2012| 1 Comment »
The Zacharias Technique
Posted in Creativity, sports on February 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Zack and I aren’t your typical family. I’ve admitted in print that we’re not “baby people”, which would certainly make us seem almost inhuman to many. (We like babies fine from afar, appreciate them and revel in your joy of children and grandchildren. We’ll adore and dote upon any presented to us by our own. We just don’t want to kiss, hug and squeeze every random infant we encounter like most true “baby people” I know. OK, so that’s one way we’re different.
We choose to live in an old, drafty farmhouse in the country, on a ranch that’s rather a work camp. That’s another difference. We’d rather make something or read than watch network television or reality TV. We’re opinionated, stubborn and discuss ideas.
Another difference will make us seem positively un-American. We don’t like sports on TV. Zack did previously, but with current filming techniques, he tunes in no longer. The cameramen pan the crowd for strangers cleaning fingernails, using cell phones, chewing gum. More reality TV. No thanks. Sportscasters impart useless fluff, attempt wit and fill air time. There are close-ups of players’ and coaches’ faces. Rarely do you view the whole field/court to follow the entire play. I never, ever enjoyed sports on TV, would rather watch paint dry.
As far as driving to a stadium in heavy traffic and paying good money to park one’s car in what will later become grid lock; it’s a joy we avoid, having both previously experienced that pleasure. This must be why God invented beer and tailgating, like scopolamine for childbirth decades ago. (Google it). After the substance hits the system, the patient remembers no pain. Beer makes sporting events possible. Even in the comfort of one’s own home, it dulls the senses enough to survive the down times. This isn’t the only beneficial effect of beer, but without it, where would sports be?
Stadium sticker shock is enough to send one back to the couch, chips and cooler. Prices of tickets, drinks and food have risen to the point that the average American family (if there are any left) is unable to enjoy a day at the ballpark/ stadium for under several hundred dollars. This is no less than a national tragedy. Saving enough money to take the kids to a game (or likely putting it on credit cards and agonizing later) is now akin to saving for vacation. Folks wish to share a happy childhood memory with their children. It’s not right that a parent must mortgage the farm to make it happen or sit in the nosebleed section.
Zack and I were discussing the taxes people pay in certain cities to build large sports stadiums and arenas. Does this benefit the actual tax-paying resident who can’t afford a ticket every week? Does the renown of a major sports team (when winning) in one’s own fair city put money back into this guy’s pocket? Is it worth it? I say no. It may bring business to the municipality and money to other pockets, but it will never find its way back to the average citizen. Are bragging rights for “your team” (a bunch of sometimes fairly otherwise worthless guys you’ll never know) worth it? How many big teams (or their multi-millionaire player/ heroes) pitch in to help build “their new house”?
The die-hard, inveterate football fan might reverse our own preferred Zacharias Process described at the end; use the wonders of modern technology to watch ONLY football. This means no commentary or cheap filler/ banter during time-outs and injuries. Just pure football; athletics the way sports was meant to be. Zack did a quasi-scientific study. Each play takes an average of approximately 8 seconds. Say there are 30 plays a quarter. This would be 240 seconds x 4 quarters =almost 1000 seconds. Divided by 60 that’s about 15 minutes of real action. Using the Zacharias Technique, one might distill the entire game viewing down to fifteen minutes, leaving the remainder of the afternoon for other activities including more enjoyment of refreshments and the company of any guests who shared the vision.
OK, enough ranting. Bottom line is that the DVR that Zack never wanted but now loves paid for itself during the Super Bowl. We weren’t inside glued to the game or Madonna’s halftime show, but we did save it all to fast forward for the commercials. Not having to watch the pregame show or actual football; satisfying. Not suffering Madonna; awesome. Viewing only commercials in about ten minutes; priceless.
The Smoky Eye
Posted in Children, Creativity, Fashion, For the "girls" on February 3, 2012| 2 Comments »
I’m on the verge of cancelling my subscription to my last fashion magazine. All these years I’ve perpetuated the myth in my own mind that it’s possible to be fashionable in my current lifestyle. Maybe not so much. Perhaps it’s time I accept reality. I spend most of my time in well-worn jeans and patched, ripped and perpetually stained work clothes. This is real life, my life. I get really dirty on a regular basis. Still, I continue to buy “good clothes” as if I need them, as if I frequent really nice places on a regular basis. I don’t. But hope apparently springs eternal. Or delusion simply persists. I don’t live in New Orleans, New York or Miami any longer. I’m ready to accept this reality.
Even at this age, in this place, I’ve tried to stay current with whatever Madison Avenue has shoved down our throats as “must have”, au currant fashion. A piece here, a piece there. A little lace when lace is in style. Recently I read about the popularity of “the smoky eye”. For pity’s sake, I’ve been doing the smoky eye for over thirty years and never stopped. Why mess with success? It’s simple, fast, and easy. You don’t need expensive cosmetics to produce the desired result. It makes eyes look bigger and better. The smoky eye is a can’t-fail technique, tried and true. And it’s in magazines yet again. Everything comes back around with time. It finally dawned on me that for younger women who buy these magazines, these styles, ideas and techniques are new. Well, duhhhh. This was a rather startling, if glaringly obvious revelation.
When a woman reaches a certain age, she’s likely gone through several permutations of smoky eyes, straight, curly, long, bobbed, big hair, and iterations of metallics, bell bottoms, straight, skinny, cropped pants, previously called pedal pushers or Capri’s. The more mature among us remember when flip flops were called thongs which are now something else entirely. We’ve been through high, low, kitten and weirdly shaped heels, ballet slippers, pointed, round, square, and peep toes. Live a few decades and see skirt lengths, widths and styles rise, fall, and change. Bags have been horizontal, vertical, shoulder strap, hand held, satchel, small, large and huge. I prefer huge. We’ve gone through rustic, preppy, frilly, nautical and masculine fashion trends, to name a few. Where once it was necessary to stick to one look each season to remain in style, it seems now that anything goes. Why do I need a magazine to tell me what to do? And at this age, I rarely heed advice from anyone on just about any subject, so why fashion?
After a while, you feel you’ve seen it all. There’s been one notable exception lately, and that’s the cage shoe. I must admit that one was a big, strange surprise. Never really saw this before. How in the world did shoe designers come up with such a weird look and manage to sell it to a gullible public? Well, they do it all the time. Why am I so surprised? I still can’t get used to it, possibly because it looks so much better on long, skinny, young legs). But I bought a pair anyway. They may be my last, great fashion hurrah/ mistake.
The only place I can usually wear my cage shoes or any of my other fashionable clothing or accessories is to religious services or to the Cliftex movie theater. At the Cliftex, friends need a couple of glances to recognize me when I’m dressed up. They always look shocked and surprised. This makes me realize how ratty I must look when I run to town for barbed wire or range cubes. You can get away with this in the country, thank goodness. So maybe cage shoes would look a little silly, too extreme. I usually don’t have time to change out of my ranch clothes before dashing to the movies anyway. I should make more of an effort to knock off work earlier to “clean up good”. So if you see me dressed up, please don’t laugh. At some point I’ll feel I must wear the great clothes I’ve collected all these years while I was so interested in fashion. In style or not, I’ll need to use them to justify the investment. I’ll be that weird old lady who drives her dilapidated farm truck to town, shopping for Geritol in high heels, wrapped in an ancient, moth-eaten fur coat.
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Keyhole Garden
Posted in Creativity, Education, Gardening, Going Green, Outdoors, Ranching/Farming/Rural Concerns, Weather on December 1, 2011| 2 Comments »
A few years ago, Deb Tolman, Ph.D. (Dr. Deb) arrived in our area. She began sharing her approach to sustainable landscaping, living, education and building practices. Dr. Deb leads a garden club that charges no dues, hosts field trips to places of interest, offers workshops for great projects, helps keep alive a farmer’s market, and encourages folks in general. She’s also an expert on worms. Not your typical gal next door. Since Deb introduced the concept to the area, there have sprung up over the last three years about sixty keyhole gardens. A workshop produced the example at our local Ace Hardware store. Last summer during the drought, few conventional gardens in the area could survive much less thrive. Most of us couldn’t afford to water daily; and city or community water with chlorine isn’t so well tolerated on regular basis anyway. Not everyone had access to well water, and there was some fear that might become scarce also. At the point it seemed we might run out of water for humans, it seemed frivolous to irrigate failing gardens. Most of us sadly gave up after months of work and no little expense. It was too oppressive to work the gardens by mid to late summer anyway. The heat and dryness wore us down. The only gardens going strong were the keyhole gardens. These are raised beds of a six foot interior circumference, built from things like cedar staves, brick,
concrete or rock. They are mortared or not, as required. The walls are two feet high to discourage local armadillos and cottontails. (We built ours in Stinky’s backyard to protect it from deer and raccoons. MOST of them will stay away from even an aging, overweight, night-blind, hearing-impaired blue heeler). At one point in the six foot circumference of the garden, there is incorporated a “keyhole” cutout. This allows the gardener to step into the circle to “feed” an interior basket for composting. The layers of filling, similar to those of a lasagna garden, will eventually become soil. You may Google both lasagna and keyhole gardens for images from all over the world and more information than you’ll ever need. Deb has a useful video on keyhole gardens as well, and a website: http://www.debtolman.com This raised garden has no floor other than the ground and is filled with (thin) layers upon layers of “brown” items such as water-soaked cardboard, newspaper, shredded junk mail, aged manure, brown leaves, phone books, programs, even cotton or wool clothing. There are three parts “brown” to one part “green” like fresher manure, grass and plant clippings, coffee grounds, and compost items. We’re planning to use a few horse apples toward the bottom of ours. The interior sides are lined with cardboard. The central basket (cylinder) of wire is created and installed after the first layer of cardboard and rises a foot above the garden wall. Composting and watering will occur in the basket. You throw all the good stuff in the basket, job it down/mix with a length of rebar. A little manure will disguise any odors that might offend human noses or entice canines or raccoons. Deer and cattle, being vegetarians, are deterred by stinky smells. Nutrients and water will eventually emanate from the central basket. The whole garden is kept wet and damp in the beginning while the “cooking” ensues in the layers below, and rain will water all. It should take only a month or two before all those layers become rich soil. Any natural non-protein substances may be added when making the garden. Deb even used an old feather duvet once. But you won’t find me wasting down on my garden unless it’s beyond salvage. Everything is topped off with a relatively thin layer of topsoil. Wadded newspaper can be used later as mulch under plants. We only spent money for mortar and topsoil. The day you lay your first soaked cardboard on the ground, all manner of creepy crawlers come up from the ground to munch. And that’s the whole idea. You invite rolly-pollies and worms into the structure to do the aerating for you. They need to feed off the carbon. We used rocks from the ranch here and a few from a neighbor’s place, learned a bit about mortaring. It was hard work, and with rocks, a challenging, creative puzzle. We’re filling the keyhole garden now, and you can’t imagine how much material is necessary. We hope to plant onions and garlic within the week! Wish us luck!
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Older or Wiser?
Posted in "Growing up", Creativity, Education, Kvetching and Whining, Technology on November 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »
I wish people would please stop texting me. Folks seem to assume that everyone uses all this new technology. I don’t totally live in the past. I love my computer, DISH Network, DVR, running water. But I’ve explained that I don’t text. I don’t want to. It would require the use of reading glasses. Anyone who saw my post on the subject knows those are usually atop my head instead of in front of my eyes where they could so me some good. I also resisted microwave ovens, cell phones and debit cards. Now I don’t know what I’d do without them. Never say never. Maybe one day I’ll text.
I had two text messages awaiting me on my cell phone today. I have no idea when they arrived since I’m totally oblivious to the little message notices. Suddenly the phone just let out two, plaintive little beeps, as if it were in pain. I see my rebellious, anti-message behavior as proof that I’m not a slave to modern technology. Maybe I’m just lazy. The few I receive are usually ads anyway. When I asked Zack to check these messages for me, he deleted without looking. He’s worse than I am. So if you texted me, please call on the phone instead. Your message is lost and gone forever. Any subsequent messages you send that Zack gets his hands on will meet the same fate.
I suppose my resistance to texting simply confirms what I’ve suspected for a long time. I’m a dinosaur in a hundred ways, officially old. I don’t care to spend a large sum of money each month to be connected to the Internet 24/7. If I could easily afford a smart phone, I expect I’d enjoy one. But other things are more important. So there are no Aps or mobile coupons in my life. I’ll struggle to survive this deprivation.
I also like peace and quiet. I don’t need the MP3 player in my ears 24/7 nor the TV. Were you surprised I own an MP3 player? I enjoy it but also like to hear night noises, birdsong and simple silence. Is this a bad thing? Lately I’ve rediscovered knitting, sewing and needlework. Well, I never really lost them. But for many years, it was hard to find time. Truth be told, it still is. Even now, I can never fit into each day all the things I wish to accomplish or might simply enjoy. I still must work hard to have my little pleasures. The other day I even sat down to play my ancient, challenged piano. Need a new one for sure. (P.S. Added later: Story about piano to follow).
Zack made me a massive, beautiful, oak artist’s easel! I have no excuse left now NOT to paint, other than the ongoing time constraint issue. He asked if his creation would be worthy of my future painting endeavors. The question is whether or not the paintings will do justice to his gorgeous easel!
Zack and I have both been reading more. For years there was no time for me to read at all. Or I squeezed it in late at night instead of sleeping. Sleeping always seemed such a colossal waste of time when there was so much else to do. Now I enjoy and need it more. I’d still rather stay up half the night. If anyone around here would let me sleep into the morning, I would do so in a New York minute. Pleasures like sleeping enough and reading, baking, knitting, writing and drawing are such luxuries these days. My son and I have been discussing via email/Skype (see, I’m not totally backward) whether reading is a pleasure, a luxury, a crutch or an escape. Perhaps one might say these things about sleeping as well. I don’t really care. I like them both. I saw a quote claiming that people who don’t read books live only one life. People who read books live thousands. I liked that.
If you were impressed by the mention of the MP3 player, you’ll be ecstatic to know I read most of my books now on a Kindle. Not Zack. He enjoys the feel of a real book in his hands. Once I’m involved with the story, it matters not a whit o me whether the words are on paper or an electronic screen that looks like paper. As a very small girl, my daughter Becca learned to read with Archie Comics. My son Josh got hooked on fantasy adventure as a child. It doesn’t matter how one starts or continues, as long as one reads! As he is with most techie things, Josh was the trailblazer who introduced us all to the Kindle. Because he makes extensive domestic, transatlantic or transpacific trips for work, he takes four or five books along. He previously carried paperbacks. Now can take hundreds on one Kindle now, perhaps thousands.
So maybe I’m slowing down or perhaps adjusting to this forced “early retirement” lifestyle that arrived unexpectedly with Zack’s paralysis. Maybe I’m exhausted from all we do. Maybe after a lifetime of putting others before myself, I’m indulging in activities I enjoy. I even like naps now, notwithstanding my previous aversion to sleeping. Am I older and slower or finally perhaps (one can only hope) just a tiny bit wiser?
Purim !!!!
Posted in Creativity, Holidays, Religion on March 18, 2011| 3 Comments »
I did some drawings (poster board size) to use at a Purim celebration on Saturday. So I decided to turn them into one, big Happy Purim Card for my blog before they get colored and scribbled on by a lot of kids and tipsy adults! I didn’t manage to get all the drawings to arrive here in their entirety, and if I have time and energy, I’ll fix it tomorrow. Or not. So Happy Purim !!!! See if you can identify all seven— The first banquet, the beauty contest, Mordecai refuses to bow down to Haman, Evil Haman (talks to the King about the proposed genocide), Esther pleads her case to the King, Haman and his ten sons are hanged, and the people all rejoice at the next banquet!
Later. . . . . . .. (See below).