June 15, 2010

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

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May 31, 2010

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

May 31, 2010

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

May 31, 2010

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

May 31, 2010


The blues are here.  

The Nigella is flowering. I love this flower so I let it go to seed every year and it’s made it’s way into every corner of the garden.

I managed very little work in the yard this weekend even though the weather was fine. That is until yesterday when I planned on spending some time weeding and discovered it was too hot.  The top of my feet got sunburned and I got dizzy. I managed to weed out most of the Nigella growing in amongst the Thyme and I re-planted all the tulip bulbs the gophers dug up.  Yes, those little bastards are back and they got some of my lettuces.  The tomato is still standing but I don’t hold out much hope.
Gardening can be such a savage pastime.

May 29, 2010

This photo was taken sometime in 1978…













me and Barnaldo on the deck of
our house in Seoul, Korea…
























picking each and every dead leaf off of my one plant. I’m trying to remember who took this picture. It had to be one of two people. John or Harold. Most likely it was Harold, I’ll ask him when I see him in September he remembers everything in great detail. 

Another life that was. I was 22 years old just moved to Korea after living in Taiwan for four years. I hated Korea from the moment I stepped foot off that plane. Poor Barnaldo, that’s the black furry beast in the picture. I found him in Taiwan and moved him with us from Taijung City to Seoul and then later to NY where he died in my arms at the Animal Medical Center in NY. I remember lifting him and putting him in the car and driving like crazy across that Queensboro Bridge after he was hit by a car in front of the house I grew up in, only to have the young Doc on duty that night take me in his arms and tell me Barn was gone. No country Vet that was. He treated me as if I’d lost my kid, which I felt like I had. I never imagined I could feel worse than that.  

I was mistaken.




















May 29, 2010

This photo was taken sometime in 1978…













me and Barnaldo on the deck of
our house in Seoul, Korea…
























picking each and every dead leaf off of my one plant. I’m trying to remember who took this picture. It had to be one of two people. John or Harold. Most likely it was Harold, I’ll ask him when I see him in September he remembers everything in great detail. 

Another life that was. I was 22 years old just moved to Korea after living in Taiwan for four years. I hated Korea from the moment I stepped foot off that plane. Poor Barnaldo, that’s the black furry beast in the picture. I found him in Taiwan and moved him with us from Taijung City to Seoul and then later to NY where he died in my arms at the Animal Medical Center in NY. I remember lifting him and putting him in the car and driving like crazy across that Queensboro Bridge after he was hit by a car in front of the house I grew up in, only to have the young Doc on duty that night take me in his arms and tell me Barn was gone. No country Vet that was. He treated me as if I’d lost my kid, which I felt like I had. I never imagined I could feel worse than that.  

I was mistaken.




















May 29, 2010

This photo was taken sometime in 1978…













me and Barnaldo on the deck of
our house in Seoul, Korea…
























picking each and every dead leaf off of my one plant. I’m trying to remember who took this picture. It had to be one of two people. John or Harold. Most likely it was Harold, I’ll ask him when I see him in September he remembers everything in great detail. 

Another life that was. I was 22 years old just moved to Korea after living in Taiwan for four years. I hated Korea from the moment I stepped foot off that plane. Poor Barnaldo, that’s the black furry beast in the picture. I found him in Taiwan and moved him with us from Taijung City to Seoul and then later to NY where he died in my arms at the Animal Medical Center in NY. I remember lifting him and putting him in the car and driving like crazy across that Queensboro Bridge after he was hit by a car in front of the house I grew up in, only to have the young Doc on duty that night take me in his arms and tell me Barn was gone. No country Vet that was. He treated me as if I’d lost my kid, which I felt like I had. I never imagined I could feel worse than that.  

I was mistaken.