No matter how much needs to be done
It will be done sooner or later
or
Maybe not
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Poppy Picture
POPPY
oops / where does that blue background come from ? click slide show and the background will be white / so much for upddating for greater blah blah blah
guess i still have a lot to learn
spose that is good
oops / where does that blue background come from ? click slide show and the background will be white / so much for upddating for greater blah blah blah
guess i still have a lot to learn
spose that is good
Icelandic Poppies
i love these poppies / their fragile petals (only Mother Nature cd dream up such a delicacy) and lovely range of colours from pale peaches and yellows and creams to a deep deep orange
i grew them in window boxes or on the terrace of the apartimento in Rome / sometimes i grew nasturtiums or multicoloured anemones / i often thought i was the only person in Rome who didnt grow the ubiquitous ivy geraniums
last spring in California i bought six icelandic poppy plants at the budding stage / decided to forego choosing colours to just getting some young enough to make the trip back to Utah
they did okay here and eventually bloomed pale peach and yellow and cream / there was one orange one
four of them survived the winter here / heavily mulched
the first one to bloom was spectacular orange/gold/tangerine colours with ruffled petals
i took many pictures of it (i just updated iPhoto and iLife5 which apparently makes it more complicated to add a picture to the homepage / patience, my dear, i tell myself)
darn lucky too as the first time i ran my water program for the season a heavy spray of water nearly knocked this plant senseless / i carefully moved it / poppies hate to be transplanted / she seems to be doing okay now / this morning she has put forth another ruffly bloom
meanwhile the other plants are catching up with the blooming and Get This :
so far every flower is bright orange
yes, even the plants that i recall as peach or yellow or cream
now dont that just beat all ?
i grew them in window boxes or on the terrace of the apartimento in Rome / sometimes i grew nasturtiums or multicoloured anemones / i often thought i was the only person in Rome who didnt grow the ubiquitous ivy geraniums
last spring in California i bought six icelandic poppy plants at the budding stage / decided to forego choosing colours to just getting some young enough to make the trip back to Utah
they did okay here and eventually bloomed pale peach and yellow and cream / there was one orange one
four of them survived the winter here / heavily mulched
the first one to bloom was spectacular orange/gold/tangerine colours with ruffled petals
i took many pictures of it (i just updated iPhoto and iLife5 which apparently makes it more complicated to add a picture to the homepage / patience, my dear, i tell myself)
darn lucky too as the first time i ran my water program for the season a heavy spray of water nearly knocked this plant senseless / i carefully moved it / poppies hate to be transplanted / she seems to be doing okay now / this morning she has put forth another ruffly bloom
meanwhile the other plants are catching up with the blooming and Get This :
so far every flower is bright orange
yes, even the plants that i recall as peach or yellow or cream
now dont that just beat all ?
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Turning Point or Tipping Point ?
turning point : revolving in place
camped out at the crossroads
the future looks the same in all directions
tipping point : out of balance
teetering on the pivot point
dazzled by dizziness
in other words : all routines are under serious scrutiny
the name of the game is Reinvigorating Revision
camped out at the crossroads
the future looks the same in all directions
tipping point : out of balance
teetering on the pivot point
dazzled by dizziness
in other words : all routines are under serious scrutiny
the name of the game is Reinvigorating Revision
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Skeeter
of all the cats i have had and there have been many Skeeter is the most freaked out when put in a cage or carrier and hauled off for a ride in a truck
after the last cross country trip we arrived in Moab to stay and i promised him i wd never never again take him anywhere in a cage or car
so i wait patiently for him to die on his own / he sleeps long hours in his basket / he gets up once in a while to go outside where he lounges in his favorite places and then comes back in to drink water and return to his basket
he still drinks a lot of water
he has not had any food for a week
at first i offered all his favorites but, no, he has had enough good stuff in his life to eat / he is ready and he is serene and peaceful
if i were to take him up and maybe carry him in my arms (he never liked being picked up or cuddled) to the vet to be put to sleep it wd disrupt his natural flow / cause him anxiety and fear
soon he will sleep for good and all
after the last cross country trip we arrived in Moab to stay and i promised him i wd never never again take him anywhere in a cage or car
so i wait patiently for him to die on his own / he sleeps long hours in his basket / he gets up once in a while to go outside where he lounges in his favorite places and then comes back in to drink water and return to his basket
he still drinks a lot of water
he has not had any food for a week
at first i offered all his favorites but, no, he has had enough good stuff in his life to eat / he is ready and he is serene and peaceful
if i were to take him up and maybe carry him in my arms (he never liked being picked up or cuddled) to the vet to be put to sleep it wd disrupt his natural flow / cause him anxiety and fear
soon he will sleep for good and all
Saturday, April 16, 2005
the Last Cat
the Last Cat will soon be the Late Lamented Last Cat
he is sleeping off his life on the catnip express
safe journey, pal
he is sleeping off his life on the catnip express
safe journey, pal
Friday, April 15, 2005
i hover ~~~~
~~~~~ over my seedlings
the Navaho red meat watermelon seeds are just poking through the soil / the seed shell clings to the tender green leaves / i want to pick it flip it nip it off ////oh but i will disturb the process
meanwhile ~~~~
~~~~ i hover
the Navaho red meat watermelon seeds are just poking through the soil / the seed shell clings to the tender green leaves / i want to pick it flip it nip it off ////oh but i will disturb the process
meanwhile ~~~~
~~~~ i hover
Thursday, April 14, 2005
French Fries
Milt's is a 50's diner built in 1954 / there are eight stools and a take out window / there is a picnic table under the trees
Milt's is one of the oldest and longest running businesses in Moab
the "real Milt" sold out long ago to someone who retained all the Milti-ness with none of the charm
it is said Milt's is one place you can go in Moab where you wont hear The Grateful Dead
at last at long last there are new owners / a young couple / true Moabi / and we know both of their mothers / oh its a small town, is Moab
i heard the french fries were pretty good and the meat is being supplied by The Old Geezer / these are good signs
the french fries are yum / nice and long and fresh and both crispy and soft in just the right balance / and that night i woke thinking of Milt's french fries
oh they make onion rings too ! i do love onion rings
so had some of them and then discovered homemade ice cream sandwiches on homemade chocolate chip cookies made by one of the new owner's mother
smile
i had a restaurant when i was younger / i had Guest Mother Cooks each week and pictures of everybody's mothers framed on the walls
DBA ? Everybody's Mother
i fell in love with a customer / we ran away to live in the mountains / on a mesa overlooking the town of Moab / driving Miss DreamBoat i tootled into town for a chili cheeseburger at Milt's
good gravy i am doing it still
t-shirts with DreamBoat coming soon
Milt's is one of the oldest and longest running businesses in Moab
the "real Milt" sold out long ago to someone who retained all the Milti-ness with none of the charm
it is said Milt's is one place you can go in Moab where you wont hear The Grateful Dead
at last at long last there are new owners / a young couple / true Moabi / and we know both of their mothers / oh its a small town, is Moab
i heard the french fries were pretty good and the meat is being supplied by The Old Geezer / these are good signs
the french fries are yum / nice and long and fresh and both crispy and soft in just the right balance / and that night i woke thinking of Milt's french fries
oh they make onion rings too ! i do love onion rings
so had some of them and then discovered homemade ice cream sandwiches on homemade chocolate chip cookies made by one of the new owner's mother
smile
i had a restaurant when i was younger / i had Guest Mother Cooks each week and pictures of everybody's mothers framed on the walls
DBA ? Everybody's Mother
i fell in love with a customer / we ran away to live in the mountains / on a mesa overlooking the town of Moab / driving Miss DreamBoat i tootled into town for a chili cheeseburger at Milt's
good gravy i am doing it still
t-shirts with DreamBoat coming soon
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Driving Miss DreamBoat
*Tanka*
5 lines / 31 syllables / 5.7.5.77
Driving Miss DreamBoat
Vintage sixty five dodge dart
toot toot here we come
Beloved gypsy wagon
sheez my Moabius trip
5 lines / 31 syllables / 5.7.5.77
Driving Miss DreamBoat
Vintage sixty five dodge dart
toot toot here we come
Beloved gypsy wagon
sheez my Moabius trip
keeping records / daily journals
Thomas Mallon in A Book of One's Own (People and Their Diaries) tells that his father kept every cancelled check and kept them in boxes and these he discovered after his father's death
cool concept
cancelled checks tell one of the stories of your life
handspun handwoven blankets tell stories of my life
series of cartoon drawings in the Daily Do Nut series
all the faces / from the self portraits drawn during mid life crisis time in rome to only my feet
howza bout the collection of recipeez / that dusty disorganized pile
yup
gotta go / time for The Daily Show / smile
must be SynchronCity
cool concept
cancelled checks tell one of the stories of your life
handspun handwoven blankets tell stories of my life
series of cartoon drawings in the Daily Do Nut series
all the faces / from the self portraits drawn during mid life crisis time in rome to only my feet
howza bout the collection of recipeez / that dusty disorganized pile
yup
gotta go / time for The Daily Show / smile
must be SynchronCity
Monday, April 11, 2005
The Royal Wedding
i like the way Camillacarries herself : "I ride English"
her wedding hat is totally divine
her wedding hat is totally divine
The Incredible Shrinking Last Cat
His name is Skeeter
once he was so big he was mistaken for a racoon
he is one of two cats i took to Vermont with me from California / then he was one of three cats that traveled from Vermont to Maryland / and yes the same three made the journey to Utah
boy did he ever hate that trip / it took ten days / it was winter / in every motel he hid under the bed and i had to drag him out / one room had a KING sized bed / luckily i was able to move the bed to retrieve him / this was usually by hauling him out by the tail while he dug his claws into the rug / oh we had a lovely relationship
the oher two cats now sleep deep in the back yard while Skeeter claims the distinction of being my Last Cat
he keeps me from starting over with kittens
once he was so big that when you picked him up he was a huge and heavy armload / he was bigger than little dog, Dot / Skeeter hated being picked up so much (oh too much a BIG TOM) that the struggle wasnt worth it
he hated being petted / he hated snuggling or cuddling even though he often slept on my bed / i never heard him purr
he was born in a basket of coloured fleece that was in a rocking chair that was on top of a table (dont ask) at the Happy Trail Spider Works and Bubble Preserve / his mother was Late Sleeper
now he is really up there in years / he was finally neutered after being hit by a car in Vermont
he has always been my least favorite cat so it figures he wd outlast them all (dozens of cats over time)
his most irritating trait was meowing so loudly and so insistently for food that one time i grabbed him up and ran out the back door with him to the stream that flowed behind our house in Vermont / there was a foot bridge there and below a rocky rill where the stream rushed madly around the bend
i held him out over the railing as if i were going to drop him in
well shucks i just cdnt do it
(next day i read in the paper that a woman had thrown her new born baby in a river)
but this is now and Skeeter is the only cat / the last cat
this changes our whole relationship / i decided to kill him with loving kindness and plenty of rich food / chicken livers lightly poached rare / warm cream on cold mornings / and so on / his meows for food became more subdued / i detected an ocasional PURRRR
our most touching moment was the first night i came home from the hospital after the hystericalectomy two years ago / ____ lifted him up onto my bed (he was too heavy for me to pick up / he was over the weight limit and the bed is too high for him to jump onto) so he was picked up and he settled down next to me / and in the dark / in the night / when i touched him / his warmth and aliveness / i was so glad to be home / to be okay / to have survived the ghastly operation
i totally cater to him now / getting out of bed at all times to let him out or let him back in / giving him a little more sensible meals than chicken livers and cream
he doesnt eat much anymore / one eye cant see / he is deaf / i know this because i can vacuum around his basket and he doesnt budge or wake up / he drinks a lot of water / he is losing weight
he is shrinking into old age
someone said the other day, What a Big Cat !
no / he is smaller / much smaller
still big but smaller
i know when i pick him up now (no more struggle) it is easy to feel the difference
he enjoys a brief cuddle and bursts forth with PURR
once he was so big he was mistaken for a racoon
he is one of two cats i took to Vermont with me from California / then he was one of three cats that traveled from Vermont to Maryland / and yes the same three made the journey to Utah
boy did he ever hate that trip / it took ten days / it was winter / in every motel he hid under the bed and i had to drag him out / one room had a KING sized bed / luckily i was able to move the bed to retrieve him / this was usually by hauling him out by the tail while he dug his claws into the rug / oh we had a lovely relationship
the oher two cats now sleep deep in the back yard while Skeeter claims the distinction of being my Last Cat
he keeps me from starting over with kittens
once he was so big that when you picked him up he was a huge and heavy armload / he was bigger than little dog, Dot / Skeeter hated being picked up so much (oh too much a BIG TOM) that the struggle wasnt worth it
he hated being petted / he hated snuggling or cuddling even though he often slept on my bed / i never heard him purr
he was born in a basket of coloured fleece that was in a rocking chair that was on top of a table (dont ask) at the Happy Trail Spider Works and Bubble Preserve / his mother was Late Sleeper
now he is really up there in years / he was finally neutered after being hit by a car in Vermont
he has always been my least favorite cat so it figures he wd outlast them all (dozens of cats over time)
his most irritating trait was meowing so loudly and so insistently for food that one time i grabbed him up and ran out the back door with him to the stream that flowed behind our house in Vermont / there was a foot bridge there and below a rocky rill where the stream rushed madly around the bend
i held him out over the railing as if i were going to drop him in
well shucks i just cdnt do it
(next day i read in the paper that a woman had thrown her new born baby in a river)
but this is now and Skeeter is the only cat / the last cat
this changes our whole relationship / i decided to kill him with loving kindness and plenty of rich food / chicken livers lightly poached rare / warm cream on cold mornings / and so on / his meows for food became more subdued / i detected an ocasional PURRRR
our most touching moment was the first night i came home from the hospital after the hystericalectomy two years ago / ____ lifted him up onto my bed (he was too heavy for me to pick up / he was over the weight limit and the bed is too high for him to jump onto) so he was picked up and he settled down next to me / and in the dark / in the night / when i touched him / his warmth and aliveness / i was so glad to be home / to be okay / to have survived the ghastly operation
i totally cater to him now / getting out of bed at all times to let him out or let him back in / giving him a little more sensible meals than chicken livers and cream
he doesnt eat much anymore / one eye cant see / he is deaf / i know this because i can vacuum around his basket and he doesnt budge or wake up / he drinks a lot of water / he is losing weight
he is shrinking into old age
someone said the other day, What a Big Cat !
no / he is smaller / much smaller
still big but smaller
i know when i pick him up now (no more struggle) it is easy to feel the difference
he enjoys a brief cuddle and bursts forth with PURR
after a brief interlude
we are back and caterina is yammering about liver
in the kitchen
the rest of the family is home again bringing Native American seeds : Tahitian Squash / Apache CrookNeck Watermelon / Red Meat Hopi watermelon / Navajo Red Seed watermelon / each is planted four times / power number of the Hopi
there is also a packet of seeds for Mountain Spinach that gets six feet tall
wow
in the kitchen
the rest of the family is home again bringing Native American seeds : Tahitian Squash / Apache CrookNeck Watermelon / Red Meat Hopi watermelon / Navajo Red Seed watermelon / each is planted four times / power number of the Hopi
there is also a packet of seeds for Mountain Spinach that gets six feet tall
wow
Friday, April 08, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
how to open your larynx
stand or sit up straight so as to open your horizons
bring your hand up to your face / i use my right hand
with thumb and fingers making a C shape
place your thumb on the space between your chin
and your lower
lip
place your index finger on the space between your
upper lip and nose
open your mouth wide while thunb and index finger
apply pressure / this doesnt hurt
go AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
this vibration opens your larnyx/larynx/whatever
just ask anyone
smile
bring your hand up to your face / i use my right hand
with thumb and fingers making a C shape
place your thumb on the space between your chin
and your lower
lip
place your index finger on the space between your
upper lip and nose
open your mouth wide while thunb and index finger
apply pressure / this doesnt hurt
go AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
this vibration opens your larnyx/larynx/whatever
just ask anyone
smile
Humble Pie
the full menu for the next few days will be Humble Pie
i will eat my words / chew em up good and spit em out
how liberating to discover and then acknowledge that
my pointless opinions are all wrong and i never never
ever again will find it necessary to voice them / smile
i will eat my words / chew em up good and spit em out
how liberating to discover and then acknowledge that
my pointless opinions are all wrong and i never never
ever again will find it necessary to voice them / smile
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Lower your voice ~~~~
~~~~ lower your voice
bring it up from an Open larynx
speak softly or quietly
(audibly / with precise
pronounciation
& enunciation)
with sufficient Pauses between thoughts
to allow for Spontaneous evolutions
Hum before you get out of bed in the morning
or whenever else seems appropriate
(Keep it private / be discreet / lessen the blab
LISTEN A LOT
april 17 / aunt maudie's birthday / she is 62 plus 50 = 112!)
4/17/1996
bring it up from an Open larynx
speak softly or quietly
(audibly / with precise
pronounciation
& enunciation)
with sufficient Pauses between thoughts
to allow for Spontaneous evolutions
Hum before you get out of bed in the morning
or whenever else seems appropriate
(Keep it private / be discreet / lessen the blab
LISTEN A LOT
april 17 / aunt maudie's birthday / she is 62 plus 50 = 112!)
4/17/1996
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