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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Goats in My Life

When I was about 11 or twelve my girlfriend and I used to listen to the radio at her house after lunch.  I was too frightened to speak on air.  I recall one late June there was a person on the air advertising baby goats.  We called a person who had them for sale on air.  My parents hardly ever said no to a pet request and before you know it  I  had a baby goat. (she did too, she named it Nannette) We found it a home at the end of the summer and a few years later we visited the man's farm where BaBa had had 3 little babies.  (This was at our summer cottage on Keuka lake.  The cottage has long been sold and burnt to make way for a mansion..)  Babba  was a Toggenberg.
Early 1970's


When I was in high school  I bought this little black and white baby from a neighbor classmate (they were German and drank the milk).  We tethered the little Kid and it caused her death just a few days after she joined our family.  This was a very sad day for me.  We had a friend named Steven and he came upon me with the little dead body.  He attempted to revive it with artificial respiration.
1975





Little Baba

BTW:  Goats do not eat tin cans.  They might lick the glue under the label, but they prefer greens and goat feed.


Update:4/13/15 My ex husband visited at Easter and announced he was a goat.   I always took him for a hedgehog.....

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Bug and Tap

Forty Years ago the Watergate scandal occurred.    My mother added some kittens to our menagerie during the scandal.  The kittens were sister Burmese.    If I recall correctly it was my father who named them Bug and Tap.  We had them for a few years and then they were given to a coworker  and lived many years.


Richard Nixon resigned from the Presidency because he was caught audio taping the Democratic Headquarters.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Pet Karma-The Cat with the Hematoma

We had a pet cat Garth for several years in the nineteen seventies.  One morning he disappeared.  My sister believes it was because he was put in the cellar to live for the winter.  My mother would make arbitrary decisions about our pets sometimes and there was nothing we could do.  I think Garth had another reason to take off.  When he disappeared, the first day, I said to my girlfriend, Anne, "He will never be back."

He never returned.  Some time prior to his disappearance my father Fred and I had attempted a procedure on him.  My father (bless his soul) noticed that Garth had a large lump on his side.  Our house was being built and Dad figured that Garth had fallen off the scaffolding  and failed to land on his feet.  The lump was a hematoma or a collection of blood under the skin.  Dad decided he was going to drain the hematoma with a needle and plastic bag.  He brought supplies home from the hospital where he worked as Medical director and staff physician.  I assisted him.  This was probably my first time that I played the role of nurse.
I tried to help hold Garth still and my father inserted the needle.  Garth took off immediately and No blood ever came out into the tubing.  Garth probably decided at that moment that he would never let another procedure be done on  in the kitchen on the butcher block countertop.  No harm was meant to him, Dad thought he could fix the situation.





Saturday, November 15, 2014

My Favorite Actor-Ralph Fiennes

The past few years I have journeyed into my own consciousness.  During this journey, over a year ago, I frightened people.  I was never a danger to anyone, but I took on the role of characters which talked about scary things such as mind control.   I don't think or behave bizarrely anymore, the storm is over.  During the bizarre time and after, I developed a interest in a certain actor.  I watched every movie of his available on Netflix.

 I watched his entire career that was available to me. I never thought that much of actors.  I just never gave it a thought.  When I was in college I learned that "taking the role of the other" is essential for human growth and development.  Ralph Fiennes' career is explores the human condition extraordinarily.  He plays a three generation  of  characters who are Jewish in several(Sunshine) wars.  He plays the Nazi in Schindlers list, and The Reader.  He  plays the voice of Jesus in The Miracle worker.  The is Voldemort to balance that.   Spider was an amazing movie about a psychotic child. The Constant Gardner is about international business and the people it victimizes.

Please note that the combination of opposites equals divinity.  Mr. Ralph is in the collective consciousness as many forms of opposites joined together through his being.

 It is difficult to make a list of his movies and do any credit to them.  If any of my readers have Netflix I suggest ordering his movies and take the time to appreciate an amazing actor with a seriously meaningful career.The roles he has chosen are a full exploration of human archetypes and human experience.   I vote for him to be knighted.  His movies have a message and he really knows how to take on a role.  He speaks and acts in Russian, too!

Addendum:  May 24, 2015   I have in the future of this blog post morphed myself into the "Forest Queen"  It is with this power that I hereby knight Ralph Fiennes.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Sabina the Guinea Pig

When I was 10 or eleven I was permitted to have a guinea pig.  When I got Sabina I did not know that she was expecting.  I came down in the morning to feed her and there was a little miniature with her.  Unlike gerbils and mice and rabbits a guinea pig is fully furred and able to run around the cage a short while after birth.  I was very excited.  Sabina was a good friend.  She would shriek when she heard the refrigerator door open.  She was looking for a hand out of celery.  I learned that there are certain greens not allowed with guinea pigs.  Spinach and rhubarb will make them sick and could kill them.

 
I recall that my Mom and I found Sabina a new home.  The new family had her for years.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Ravine by the shore of Canandaigua -AUTUMN 2014

I went for a walk in the glen the other day.  It was very refreshing and quiet there.  I took a bunch of photos of the water and trees.  I love the finger lakes and the ravines.  It is called Ononda Park.  Visitors are told that hiking in the ravine is at your own risk and advised against per signage.


There is a name for this type of stone formation..turtle...It was too heavy to bring home to my apartment.







Here is a serpentine root cluster.



A Selfie in October '14

Several months ago I did a series of selfies.  I did one tonight.  I guess windows 7 does not have an easy way to crop pictures.  I guess I am just full of my selfie!


Monday, September 15, 2014

Old Mill

I have a thing for millstones.  I love the way that they are worn and that they were so useful.  I took this picture at an old mill.  I am getting this first photo printed and I am going to frame it.  I apologize for not being able to recall the name of the mill (It might be New Hope Mills).  I believe that they are still in operation, pancake mix being one of their specialties.  A former boyfriend of mine and I visited and took some photographs, probably in 2009.









Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Source of the Recipe

A sad thing has happened.  The era of depending on one's recipe box and cook books has gone.  I have done much cooking in my life and over the past few years I have relied  increasingly  on the internet for my recipe options.  The recipes you pull off the internet are not always that great.  Tonight for instance I found a recipe for cheesy cauliflower soup that was a let down.  The author was Panera and I would have thought it would have been better.  It is great to have the convenience of the internet, but does it come at a cost?

My favorite summertime vegetable dish is ratatouille and I used a recipe I had in my blue gingham notebook.  The cooking notebook goes back to the early days of my marriage.  The ratatouille recipe  is from the 1990's from the New York times.


There is something sacred about a collection of recipes that a woman has over her lifetime.....One recipe I handed down to my children this year.  "The Sauce recipe".  For twenty years I put up 50 containers (quarts and pints) of spaghetti sauce each year.  This sauce was made from tomatoes I grew.  Roma tomatoes, were preferred for their pulp.  I had a food mill or strainer that I used to crank out the pulp.  My daughter-in-law and her mother and I did a batch this past week and it was a special day.  It meant something to me that I was able to share an ingredient of my life with the next generation.  The recipe was tweaked a little, but it is a basic foundation recipe that can be embellished upon in many ways with herbs, etc.

Food is part of our culture and our personality.  The victuals we place before our loved ones are an expression of our love and our identity.  Don't let the internet steal your cooking soul. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Alternative Realities- What Fairy Creature are You?

The past year has been a challenge for me, any of my regular readers will know of my mental struggles.  I thought I would share some of the thoughts from a year ago as they relate to mythology, animals and the people in my world.  For years I have equated people in my family with animals, when I was not mentally off, as a fun game.  Even as a child I thought my features resembled a goat.  When I married my husband he called to mind a hedgehog.(his hair was wiry)  I had a pet wild hedgehog for a few days when I lived in Germany as a little girl.  My daughter reminded me of a foal.  My son was called "Ben the bear" as a little one.

 The imagery morphing was heightened a year ago when I was ill.  I perceived that people were fairy tale creatures but that they were vibrating at the human form, like impostors.   A fantasy of mine was that all creatures vibrate at a different frequency. When the industrial revolution came about the fairies, brownies and woodland creatures were able to tune into the human frequency and  live out their lives as  human. (This was because the om of the world had changed).  In this scenario,  the human looking impostors die and go to the alternative realm they revert to their fairy creature form.

This explains why some people act like trolls, they really are trolls. Some people can be figured out easily,  what they are in the other reality.   Rolly pollies who live in tidy homes are gnomes.  I would say an avid woodland bicyclist is a centaur in his true form.



I don't believe that people are fairy creatures in disguise at this point in my life.  I still secretly in my mind identify the trolls in my world.  What mythological creature do I see my self as?  I am keeping that a secret.


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Pet Karma Continued..the story of Celeste

Several weeks ago I started a series of blog posts, titled Pet Karma.  I have been experiencing a sort of "blogger's block" lately but tonight I thought of a Pet Karma post.  I was about seventeen years old and I had a pet parakeet.  She was white and her name was Celeste.  The Siamese cat had repeated attacked her on the outside of her cage.  When anyone approached her cage she would freak out.  She had a serious case of Post Traumatic Stress disorder.

I did not know what to do about it, so I set her free.  We lived in the country and there was an overgrown acre or two around my parents house.  I think it was an old apple orchard.  I took her out there and gave her one last pleasure to experience freedom.  What I did was wrong, there were no seeds that she was familiar with and there were plenty of predators.  Poor thing. My judgement was poor.


Thursday, June 5, 2014

Fat for your Mind


Dietary polyunsaturated fatty acids and depression: when cholesterol does not satisfy
"Recent studies have both offered and contested the proposition that lowering plasma cholesterol by diet and medications increases suicide, homicide, and depression. Significant confounding factors include the quantity and distribution of dietary n-6 and n-3 polyunsaturated essential fatty acids that influence serum lipids and alter the biophysical and biochemical properties of cell membranes. Epidemiological studies in various countries and in the United States in the last century suggest that decreased n-3 fatty acid consumption correlates with increasing rates of depression. This is consistent with a well-established positive correlation between depression and coronary artery disease. Long-chain n-3 polyunsaturate deficiency may also contribute to depressive symptoms in alcoholism, multiple sclerosis, and post-partum depression. We postulate that adequate long-chain polyunsaturated fatty acids, particularly docosahexaenoic acid, may reduce the development of depression just as n-3 polyunsaturated fatty acids may reduce coronary artery disease."-JR Hibbeln and N Salem Jr.

About two years ago I was unwell and hospitalized in a state hospital for two month.  This was a mental hospital.  The dietary department did not fully comprehend the need for fat that the human brain has.  The meals served were extremely low fat and artificial sweeteners were also used.  I have also read that artificial sweeteners are not good for ones mood.  Apparently, when hospitalized for your brain issues the Nutrition department is more interested in your cholesterol level and about weight gain.  Right now, a year later, I am tackling the overweight bear, but last summer I needed fat for my brain.
I love sardines, I bet if I had a can every other day for lunch, my mind would heal very fast.  I best take my own advice, maybe I would write better blog entries if my mind were oilier!



This was written in 2013.  I do want to comment.  Perhaps the goal of the medical profession is not maximum, heightened function of the patient's mind.  Dulling down of the mind is what they really want to happen.  They want the status quo and if a person is rebelling, that is not good.  Dumb the patient to accept and not see the true reality.

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Psychiatric and the Spiritual

How does the paranormal relate to psychiatric phenomena?  In the movie the Witches of Eastwick, and other movies as well, the goal of some human spirits is to influence and cause mental instability in others.  Prior to modern science, mental illness was sometimes seen as demonic possession.  I have heard, when people discuss others with psychiatric challenges, it said of that person, "she is wrestling with her demons".  Humanity is very divided, those who believe in God and those who believe in science.  I used to say, as I had been taught by the Roman Catholics, that science and god are not at odds.  In the psychiatric situation the religious people would have different views.  Some would still attribute mental illness to possession.  I know because I heard that some said that about my behavior one year ago.  Other religious people would put a big world, like "schizophrenia" or "bipolar" thus making the ailment scientific not spiritual in their minds.

For something to be scientific, it must be figured out.  Cause and effect.  The scientific community explanation is "its a chemical imbalance".  Chemicals in the body are all about charges, ions and such.  I would say it is an electrical misfiring because of the chemistry.  Why?  I know from my independent studies about qi, the body flow of energy through the mind and body.  The scientists and medical community don't really have an explanation that really explains.  They only know the effect, not the cause.

Spirits are a form of energy.  There are special ghost machines that register charges. Electrical charges.... Scientist demand a visual and in the world of spirits that is not always possible.I wonder about psychiatry, they cling to their "scientific viewpoint" which really has no proof.   There needs to be some serious blending between the different aspects of our reality.  I wonder about other cultures.  Are there avenues of understanding between the spiritual world, psychiatric and  the medical worlds?

In  How to Meet and Work with Spirit Guides Ted warns people of not being ready to undertake communication with spirits and I wonder if he means psychiatric problems could result.

Was I possessed last year?  I might have been "channeling" some sort of spiritual energy.  I took down my outrageous Youtube videos, because I can bear to look at them and I want to portray myself as a sane person in this world.  I actively sought out the company of a childhood friend who had been murdered and perceived him to communicate with me.   'Tis a mystery.

Will the scientific world continue to have a hold on sophistication with fancy terms and labels?  Will the scientific community realize that there is a science with charges and energies of spirits?  I know that people have an individual frequency, will that be wedded with the spirit?  Will the spiritual gain any credibility?  Will science and religion be reconciled or have they already in some arenas?

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Another World repost from May 2014

While in the hospital last summer(2013), once I had gotten settled in, I started to write.  The delusion that was prominent in my mind was that I was an immortal spirit being, and I set about recording the details.

I believe that I had been killed many times but the killings were ineffective.  I would not realize that I had been killed, just wake up the next day in my bed as if nothing happened.  There was not a system to my evading death.  Sometimes I would shape-shift out of the event, as with the deer on the bluff at Keuka Lake, another time I would wake up and play the previous day over and have it be minus the attack on me.  I had at least a dozen of these events which emerged from fabricated memories and I wrote them down.  While I was home I wrote down a few words for each instance in preparation for writing.  It was a "hit-by list"  but to my family it appeared as if I had a hit list.  I was very misunderstood.  People in my family feared to approach me and assumed the worst about my errant mind.

I believed that I was a MK Ultra subject and that I had been given radioactivity all my life and that this treatment had made me immortal and able to loop in time.  I believed that I was the kidnapped child from a prominent religious figure (Pope John XXIII) .  In my mental state I believed that I was a prominent figure in a secret world history.  I thought that because I was able to time loop, and evade death that the government was watching and studying me.  In collusion with the government was the secret society, the Illuminati.   I perceived that all my friends were insincere and paid to interact with me.  I thought my children were mind controlled via radio waves and hypnosis.

I have my chronicles in a box somewhere, yet to be unpacked.


This is me, age twelve after shape shifting out of death with a deer-so I recalled.  I think that idea was stolen from Harry Potter.  I believed me and my family to have been the inspiration for the Harry Potter series.  'Twas all my fantastic delusion, of course.  (Or is it?)

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Finding Meaning in the Unreal-May 2014

While I was in another altered mental state, (one year ago)  I believed myself to have been the recipient of a transmitting device.  I believed that my father (a military man) was part of the MK Ultra project and that I was experimented on with radioactivity without my knowledge.  I thought I was a kidnap victim (the illegitimate child of Pope John XXIII)  I thought that I was also a mind control victim with multiple personalities. This was a firmly fixed belief system in May and June of 2013.

The story has international intrigue as well.  In 2004 I was in Italy when manic and I lost a week of consciousness.  I wove that aspect into my fabrication of reality.  I believed that another transmitter was placed into my body this time my brain via the back of my nose.  (the first was placed into my elbow after a bicycle accident at age 14-so I thought) I perceived that the Italian device was a helpful implant.   I believed that the elbow device was to record and track me.  I rescued a half dead duck (on my parent's farmette) and it revived to life.  I thought that I had a miraculous gifts and powers and that I was being monitored internationally.

I did see recently a video on Youtube that the government has plans to chip people(Christopher Green AMTV).  This is what I thought had been done to me.

I watched the movie "The Avengers".  (with Ralph Fiennes) a few weeks ago.  I was amazed to see how some of my perceptions in my psycho-drama aligned with the story line.  I perceived that the weather was controlled by the government.  (HAARP- is real radio wave manipulation of the stratus sphere).  There is one point were the female protagonist says "how now brown cow" .  I had thought this was a trigger word to send me into a different personality.  As recently as December I thought that there was a double of me created by time reality manipulation.  There might have been more things in that movie that I mirrored in my odd world but each detail escapes me.

We humans are social creatures.  If we believe something and are mirrored back to that what we believe is true then the confirmation gives us a feeling of validity.  If we don't receive confirmation we have two choices if we want to remain in the human group or society.  Stop embracing what we perceived as real or believe it and keep our mouths shut.

For me, I have chosen to believe that the spiritual gifts I received are real.  I have mentioned before, that there is something about the modern human condition with all its technology and the human mystic in relation.  I consider myself a mystic and by taking on the role of the victim of technology in my delusion, I surrender my psyche and brain to the monster that we are creating with our human ambition.






Monday, May 5, 2014

Pet Karma-The Wild Rabbit in my Closet

I was about 9 years old out playing in my backyard (right around Easter time) and I came across a wild baby rabbit.  I was home sick from school enjoying the April sun while my mother gardened.  I know now that keeping wild animals as pets is very wrong but at the time I did not.  I caught the little bunny and brought him into the house, into my closet specifically, with my mother's permission.  We must have bought rabbit food....I know I brought lettuce up to my closet to feed her.  The details escape my recollection. The rabbit was a pet for a few months.

We brought her down to the lake cottage and let her go free.  The cottage was surrounded by thickets and forest but this was an ill thought out release.  The Siamese cats were free and wild and the little rabbit (which was not very little anymore) was free and semi-tame.  After we set the rabbit free a few hours went by and we heard that awful heart wrenching scream of an injured rabbit.  We never saw direct evidence but I believe it was safe to assume that the cats murdered the rabbit.

I was a little girl, did not think ahead and was distressed over the outcome......so I would think it is a neutral Karma for me...those Siamese cats were just being cats....where is the Karmic debt?  Perhaps my parents!





Thursday, May 1, 2014

Tragedy Strikes the Little Gerbil Family

I remember the first rodent family we brought into our home was a pair of gerbils.  The female gave birth and everyone was excited.  The next morning at about 7 am prior to school, (second grade),I thought that the gerbil mother and father needed to connect after having brought new life into the world.  I knew that the father had to be kept apart from the babies.  I got the mother and father together for a visit and then when I went to put the mother back with her baby I could not tell the difference.  Which one was the mom?  I had to take a chance and I accidentally put the father into the cage with the baby.  He started biting and attacking it.  My mother came along and we hoped the baby would survive.  It did not.  I felt sick about what I had done.

Pets teach children about love and responsibility, but they also give us all hard lessons.  Sometimes these lessons form our mental patterns about risk and death.  The little creatures aren't human, but they are life.  They have little lives that are very dependent upon us.  Our attitudes about the helpless form when we take care of pets.  These attitudes or postures are not set in stone as humans we are constantly forming and reassessing our values.  Hopefully the lessons lead us to be more compassionate human beings.

This drawing is prior to the tragedy.  Newborn gerbils are pink.




Hamster Shame


Warning: this blog is about some VERY HEAVY Pet Karma.

When I was in high school my sister was in college. She pet sat a hamster named  Guido.  She brought it home for the weekend.  It was an apricot hamster.  While it spent the weekend with us we gave it Shaklee alfalfa tablets for a treat.  Some how this event make a strong impression on me because when I went off to college, I purchased an Apricot Hamster and kept it in my dorm room.  I don't recall if I named him Guido.  He made noise at night when I was trying to sleep.  Somehow the reproduction of the hamster at college scenario did not come off as I had hoped.  College is not the place to retreat into rodent relationships.  It is the time to make friends and have fun with people.  I must have felt shy and lonely and thought a hamster would give me solace.



What does a young woman do when she encounters difficulties?  Well, I went to my father.  My father had no affection for rodents.  He instructed me to bag the little guy, with a stone and toss him into the Church pond.  (I attended Ithaca College in 1979- there was a pond by the churches, might still be there.)  I did not bond with the hamster, he was a nuisance to me.  I am ashamed of my actions and sad that this whole experience happened.

This is a true confession blog entry.  I drowned the hamster, gangster style.  I confided in my roommate and she told enough people.  Enough so that I received looks.  It was near Christmas break.  I decided to quit my Ithaca College life and take classes at the community college in secretarial studies.

Maybe I should have taken courses on moral development.





Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Queen Cats

In the late 1960's my family acquired Mio.   Mio came of age, was bred and had four kittens, one of which was Sybil.  I was about eight years old.  Mio was my Siamese kitty and Sybil was my sisters.  The other three kittens were given away.  We did not know that in Ancient Egypt cats were considered divine.  Sybil and Mio might have known though.  My sister and I had an activity we would do with the cats.  We would take an oversize book and make it be a platform in our arms.  The cats would sit or crouch on the  book while we walked them around the house.  They behaved like divine royalty and we were their subjects.

Mio, sadly, was hit by a car at a young age.  Sybil lived for many years.  This is me with Mio.



Jonah the Siamese Cat

Jonah joined our family in 1971.  It was the year prior to the big flood in the fingerlakes.  My father named him.  My father liked to name our pets after characters in the bible.  I do not recall Jonah being swallowed up by a carp and  spit out during the storms of 1972, though!  Jonah was a Siamese cat.  We had Jonah for many many years.  I was the only person who ever mentioned it, but I thought Jonah had facial features that resembled Roddy McDowel.

We spent entire summers at our cottage on Keuka Lake.  At the end of one summer after we packed the station wagon all up, Jonah was nowhere to be found.  He was left alone at Keuka Lake with no family for two weeks.  I am pretty sure that we left food out.  We had family friends that lived about a half mile south from us on the bluff.  I was visiting my girl friend there and out of the woods walks Jonah.  I know we had never brought Jonah to our friends house, but he knew where he might find us.

He had spent the two weeks on his own and he was eager to show off his survival skills.  He jumped up into the air and caught a dragon fly and ate it.  He had also become quite the fisherman, able to catch minnows out of the lake.





Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Apollo the Python

Snakes get a bad rap.  The Western world has their imagery all tied up with the Satan due to the story of the Garden of Eden.  Back in 2004 I purchased a python and named him Apollo.  He was just a baby and I had it for several months.  When I was in the pet store I just loved the way he curled up in my hand.  It was as though he enchanted me.  I purchased him impulsively.

When  I was away and he escaped from his aquarium and my son spoke to me about it on the telephone.  I said, "check behind the bookcase."  I just knew instinctively where he was.  I was correct, he had squeezed himself into a tight spot. He was about an inch wide at his widest area and about 18 inches long.

 I did not realize when I purchased him that I was to check for parasites.  After a while the parasites multiplied and I could not deal with it.  They were little black beetles, similar to a flea but without the jump.  Luckily the pet store took him back.  I fed him mice and sometimes the mouse would hop around in the tank for weeks waiting for him to get hungry.  That was not fun for me.

The snake is a symbol of life.  There is the Ouroboros.(Snake eating its own tale.)  The wiki article tells how that is symbolic of self reflexivity.  The Egyptians use it in their mythology as well as does the Hindu religion.  Shiva is adorned with snakes on his arms and on his head.

Pet Karma--I was good to my little Apollo, but could not stay the course.  I would imagine I have some pet-debt.  I enjoy the species and appreciate them in the wild.  My grandson was bitten by a garter snake a few years ago on his toe.  I had not made a connection...but...now come to think of it.....that might be biblical- about the sins of one generation visiting the next.






Toad King Arthur, My Friend

Yes, there was some negative Karma incurred with some of our pet relationships(read previous blog entry).  But, on the other hand the pets in our family were like mythological creatures.  My mother named King Arthur for me and I dutifully cared for him.  I recall during the winter months going to the Mall and purchasing meal worms to feed him.  These were stored in the refrigerator and wiggled on the end of a toothpick.  A toad needs to see movement  to know that something is edible.  Toads have the most amazing irises.  They are golden.  My toad never gave me warts or secreted any poison.  He would pee on my hand.  King Arthur and I had a bond.  No, I did not enjoy the toad piss!!

Eventually we moved and he had free run of a green house.  The next year he was let out free in the yard.  My father placed a bug zapper in the yard.  ( I think that a bug zapper is an abomination).  King Arthur hung around under the zapper waiting for the bugs to fall.






Funny how my mother named him King Arthur because King Arthur was a king or prince with great principles.  To name a toad such, in light of the fairy tale of The Frog Prince is sort of in a round about way saying that even princes are toads.....All men are toads?  Is that what you were getting at? Mom?


Pet Karma

Part of my mental journey of last year was a leap into the past.  When I was a youngster I was allowed most any pet I desired.  At times the pet might not have the nicest life...notably the little father mouse who was put into the cellar and went blind.  My mental journey was about acknowledging my wrong doing to some of these little creatures.  Even as little children there are Karmic consequences to our lack of responsibility or fulfillment of duty.  I spent a few days or weeks reviewing the different relationships and the lives of the sentient creatures in my care.  They were not all from childhood.  As an adult I still have had challenges.  I recently had to return my dog to the shelter as the apartment complex would not allow him.

Bonnie was my parents first dog and was part of the family when I was born.  She was a bull terrier as was Maud.


I got Jenny when I was 12 and had her for 17 years.  She was a jin or a guiding angel spirit dog.


My mother named King Arthur the toad I brought in from the wild.  I kept him in a terrarium for several years and fed him meal worms bought at the pet store(during the winter)  Earth worms were the diet of choice the rest of the year. The guppy was kept in a plexiglas cube.


The mice were a lesson in mammalian reproduction.  I left the father in the basement and eventually he became blind.  My father and I flushed him down the toilet. :-/  We were surprised by the presence of the newborn guinea pig.


Arthur ate the chameleon .  Sybil lived for many years



Sunday, April 6, 2014

Apartment life and Bicycling

My apartment has a rule- no Bikes in the hallway.  I have to store my bike in the basement of the building.

Today, I was lucky enough to have driven though wet cow manure which made the experience a little more interesting.  The local farmer near the apartment complex was spreading his manure and it slopped onto the road and I drove through a few spots.

The bike with the cow manure,

must be carried down the stairs after the ride, and up prior.


The lock must be opened to put away the bike and get it out.  Reading glasses needed!


The stall for the bike, among stored items.


The new bike rack.  I had to buy a cross bar adapter for my girl bike on Amazon.

The Apartment

 The upper balcony is mine.

 This is the front door. I have rented the back right upper apartment.




This grassy area is the view, alas it is also a building site for more units this summer.


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Squirrel Nutkin Shows his Appreciation

I had some nutty birdseed mix that was gathering dust in the outdoor closet.  I put it outside but the bird feeder was not working well, the seeds became sluggish in their dispensing.  I put the rest of the bag in my little garden cart on the porch and the squirrels feasted for several days.  After the feast was over I found a gift of gratitude on my porch next to my mailbox.  The squirrel family left a nut to express their appreciation!

When my dog Clifford was let out he would chase them and interrupt their feasting.  I would knock on the window to alert them.