Friday, March 8, 2019

wildflowers and aggravation


We had a whole day and a half of sun. Yippee! Yesterday was overcast and even rained a bit, not here but where my sister and I were, estate sale day and all. This morning is overcast and the concrete is wet and slippery but that's probably from condensation. Remember last Monday when we had a freeze that night and Tuesday when it didn't get out of the 30s and another freeze that night? Yesterday we hit the low 70s and today it's supposed to get up to 76˚ with can you guess some rain predicted.

My sister's grandkids who live in San Antonio came to visit her last weekend and they reported that the wildflowers were really beautiful on the drive down through the Hill Country. Not so much here. While rain is good for wildflowers, apparently a lot of rain isn't. The bluebonnets in my yard did not like the over 7” we got last week but they have started to bloom...sparsely...and I haven't seen any bluebonnets or indian paintbrush or evening primrose in any of the fields around here and they should be full of wildflowers. I've seen one field full of yellow but nothing along the highways I travel. Last year they were gorgeous.



Not only are the bluebonnets in my yard not doing well, they aren't getting fertilized. Where are the bees? All these little white dots should be red. No bees, no fertilization, no seeds for next year.


The field behind me has finally started to show some indian paintbrush, also sparsely. It should be shimmering red and blue.



I'm still working on this reimbursement application. What a headache having to rummage through all my receipts and bank statements and charge card statements and lists of payments to Rocky and what they were for trying to make sense of it.

papers to the left of me, papers to the right of me, here I am stuck in the middle

Rocky is my neighbor and friend and we mostly worked on a handshake, no invoices, no receipts so now we have to generate those. So Thursday morning, a guy from the electric company came to the house to 'service' the meter and we should shut off our computers. I hadn't been doing that since I started filling out the application, a writable PDF file online, because I was afraid I would lose all my entries so that was the last thing I wanted to do so I saved it to my desktop and shut down. Whatever that guy did took about five seconds, the TV didn't even go off, and when I started back up and opened the PDF file surprise! all my data was gone. Needless to say I was a little aggravated so last night when I had re-entered most of what I lost, I printed those pages out. I can be smart sometimes, just not always right off the bat.

I should be out there working on the garden beds or at the very least going to the Hungerford C0-op and getting my tomatoes (I've got the one bed I can plant and if I plant nothing else, I'll put in tomatoes) but it's windy as shit out there, the wind chimes noisily carrying on and the prayer flags fluttering horizontally, and I really want to get this application finished so I can get it reviewed on Monday by the agent here that is only available Mondays and Fridays and get it sent in. First come first served and all.

Last weekend I finally got all the pictures but one back up (and some moved around) that were taken down for the demolition after Harvey including my whistle and ocarina collection. Yay!


OK, back to all the paperwork.





Tuesday, March 5, 2019

blinded by the light


OMG! The sun is shining and it's been 3 days without rain! Of course we're having a late season freeze, down to 29˚ last night and supposed to do the same tonight. It's barely above freezing out there now. I covered a few things...the ground orchids which are in full bloom 


and the pink angel trumpet which has yet to ever bloom and the climbing jasmine that's over here coming into full bloom but not the one in the shop yard or the yellow angel trumpets as they are just too tall to make it worth the effort and even if they freeze to the ground, they'll come back. Nor did I cover the ponytail palm across the street which takes two tarps and two people if it's windy which it always seems to be when it needs to be covered. But, yay the sun!

I have two posts written, one about the further adventures of having a crazy person owning the lot next to me (it's a great title and would be a shame to waste it) and one which is just headlines on FB from last Sunday that show how fucked up Republicans are. Can't decide if I want to post either one.

I haven't been on social media much lately as it's either boring, seeing the same stuff even when I select 'most recent' or just flat out depressing. Not even people's art or sweet videos are engaging me and nothing of my own to post about as I'm not doing any art work at all. Instead I'm delving back into Hurricane Harvey. The Texas General Land Office has money they are going to dole out to people who spent some of their own money to repair the damage and so I'm trying to fill out the 22 page application and I'm to the part (page 12) where I have to list all the materials I paid for (as opposed to the ones Rocky paid for) and provide copies of the receipts and charge card statements and bank statements so now I have to rummage through two years of financial records and then I have to list all the payments to Rocky and submit copies of invoices (which we never bothered with so I have to organize it all and then get him to make out invoices and back date them for me). I've had this application for a month and couldn't decide if I wanted to bother with it as dealing with FEMA was a huge and continuing headache but...free money, right? Then I got a notice that they were going to start processing applications Feb. 28 and first come first served to the limited amount of money so I thought, oh what the hell, I'm not doing any art work anyway.

So, I guess the goldfinches have finally migrated through as I haven't seen them the last several days except maybe a few (at least two since I've seen two at the same time). She has the wing markings of a goldfinch but no hint of yellow, just a sweet little grayish bird or maybe it's a warbler but which kind I have no idea but it sits on the teacup tossing sunflower seeds out left and right. 


We do get warblers that winter over though they are usually gone by now too. The last several mornings I've also seen a pair of house finches, male and female along with the horde of sparrows, white wing doves and a mourning dove, male and female cardinals, chickadees, a pair of blue jays, a titmouse.

titmouse waiting it's turn on the teacup

I'm halfway through my month before I go see the cardiologist again. I was keeping a list of days and times and length of times for the afib episodes but it was too hard to visualize so I printed out some calendar sheets and transcribed the info to them. The meds are helping but they haven't stopped yet. I want her to increase my dose of the beta blocker first which she is hesitant to do fearful it will drop my pulse rate below 60 (60 – 100 is normal) though I'm willing to take the chance. If it does all I have to do is go back to the lower dose. She wants me to have an ablation which means a hospital visit and anesthesia while they send a catheter through one of my veins into my heart and zap the part that is giving off the errant signal that is causing the rapid and or irregular heartbeat. From what I've read so far, that only lasts for a year or so so it's not even a permanent solution. But neither are the drugs as I gather eventually they won't control it either for some people. Gonna read up on it again and this time take notes and write down questions. I'm beginning to consider the option, especially as what I've read so far indicates that ablation is more effective for people my age but I'm not ready to give up on the drugs yet for an expensive invasive procedure which will have to be done repeatedly over the years. There are triggers... alcohol, caffeine, stress, sugar, some medications, high blood pressure, dehydration, lack of certain minerals...so starting last night I'm giving up my evening cocktail or glass of wine and reducing my coffee from two cups to one starting tomorrow and see if that makes an impact.

Fucking afib.




Friday, March 1, 2019

I'm sick of it, I tells ya, sick of it


No, not politics though I am sick of that too.

It did not rain Wednesday as predicted and it even partially cleared up around 5 PM but of course it didn't stay that way and we got another 3/4” of rain yesterday and today I woke up to the usual overcast, fog, and drizzle. The forecast for the next 6 days is for fog and rain, rain, overcast and maybe more rain, and then two days of partly sunny if we're lucky before, you guessed it, overcast. Sigh. If I didn't know better I'd think I'd moved to the PNW*.

Yesterday I was halfway to my sister's house for our regular Thursday outing, in the rain (what a concept!), when she called...

You sure you want to go today? (it had started raining harder)

Not really and I'm wondering if it's raining in Bay City.

I'm OK with not going, driver gets to decide.

(since I'm the driver this day) OK, we'll go tomorrow. And I turned around and went back home.

But today we did go and we both found some things. I got another shepherd's crook ($2),


taller than my other one I thought and will raise the bird feeder up enough for me to see it out the window (above the patterned glass lower panes) where I sit. Well, it is taller but not quite enough. Another couple of inches would have been better though I suppose I could raise the seat of my chair some. Also 6 mother of pearl buttons ($1)...


and this quilt/bedspread (not handmade) with 2 pillow shams ($10) though I won't use the pillow shams, not my style, and I'm not really sure why I bought it at all since I certainly don't need it.


The husband comes home tomorrow late afternoon. I had all kinds of plans to get things done while he was gone either outside, weather permitting hahahahahaha, or inside like have a kiln shelf full of modeling glass ready to be fired and/or the drowned feather mold filled and ready to be fired. hahahahahahaha I just kill me

I did get the wind chimes repaired and put back out and since two of them hang over at the shop I discovered that the storm with the wind and torrential rain totally cratered the small raised metal bed so I guess I am setting up the other white one and transferring all the dirt,


and I did get the mold trimmed and cleaned up and ready


but that's about it. Don't ask me what I did do all week beyond Sunday because I'd be at a loss to tell you. Oh! I swept the floor in my studio room and used a wet towel to 'mop' the floor between the door to the garage and the door to the kitchen, not the whole floor mind you, just the traffic pattern part because...me, I hung two pictures one of which was a needlepoint of poppies that my aunt did, 


and then there was the whole day it took me to rewrite 392 words. So, yeah, a whole week flew by.


* Pacific NorthWest






Wednesday, February 27, 2019

hammered


Sunset last night in the rain. It doesn't show how eerie it was, the overcast was yellow, the air was yellow and not a pretty yellow.


I have no idea how much rain we got yesterday late afternoon/early evening/night because this...


in case you can't tell, the rain gauge is topped out so that's at least 7”. It stopped raining sometime around 8 PM I think and the ditches on either side of the driveway are still this full this morning...


Just about the whole yard was flooded, all the low spots anyway and unfortunately all the low spots are around the house, and I kept checking the baseboards of the two back rooms to see if water was beginning to seep in. The field behind us still had water standing this morning.


Late yesterday afternoon the thunder started rumbling in the distance for about an hour, then it started drizzling, then raining with lightning, then it really started coming down, the lights flickered several times, water just pouring from the valleys of the roof and sheeting off the edges. I guess I need to replace the rest of the gutters I had Rocky take down because they were all rusted through so I can direct that water away from the slab.

And the forecast is for more rain today. I really need to get out there and dig some drainage trenches to the ditch. If my friend was correct and we had had 7" of rain in the first 6 weeks of this year and we had maybe close to an inch in the last two weeks and at least 7" yesterday, that makes at least 15" of rain in the first 8 weeks of this year, more because I'm pretty sure it didn't stop just because the rain gauge topped out. That averages 2" of rain a week!

Yesterday the whole day was overcast, dark and drizzly before the rain started in earnest and we all know how lethargic rain makes me. I got one thing accomplished and it took me all day. And part of the day before.

Last year a fellow glass artist, Tone Orvik, who lives in Norway contacted me about a book she and Dr. Max Stewart, a UK glass artist and Head of the Glass Dept. at the University of Wolverhampton UK, are writing a book on pate de verre and invited me to participate. I was surprised that he had heard of me since I'm not very prolific but Tone says, of course he's heard of you. Anyway, I submitted answers to a series of questions and finally heard back from Tone for a review of her edits to my answers and what will appear in the book. It took me all freaking day! And as mentioned part of the day before. I added and subtracted and my first rewrite added 170 words. Oops. I rewrote that thing over and over, whittling down the excess to the point that I was totally confused and had no idea what I had conveyed or what I was trying to convey. So then I rewrote it again ending up with an acceptable extra 14 words. Yay me! Finally sent it off about 7 PM. So now I'm waiting to hear what Tone thinks.

I guess I ought to get out there and figure out some trenches to the ditch. 

I'm hoping one of these prayer flags is for less rain.






Monday, February 25, 2019

a sunny Sunday


#186 Be insatiably curious. Ask 'why' a lot. (or in my case, 'how')



This time last year Rocky was tearing out the back wall of the spare bedroom to rebuild it to accommodate the etched glass from the entry to our old shop in the city.

It finally cleared up Saturday but after taking Marc to the airport, what should have been a 2 hour round trip and took me three because of all the construction on the highway and the beltway, and a late lunch and walking the dog I didn't feel like getting out there and starting anything in the last hours of the day. It's a gorgeous day today (Sunday) so I imagine I'll be out in it all day. I do, after all, have plants to get in the ground and Tibetan prayer flags to hang, all gifts from fellow bloggers.

I got two of the prayer flag strands tied together and up on the barn that  Joanne of Cup On The Bus surprised me with after I inquired about hers. Still have three more to find a suitable spot for.


Then I cut all the dead fronds off the banana trees. Even though we had regular dips below freezing this year they did not freeze all the way to the ground like the last two winters. I'm hoping they'll bloom this year (they need two years of growth to fruit) and give us some bananas. Still have to do the clump over at the shop.

     

Then I trundled a yellow angel trumpet over to the shop to repot using some dirt out of one of the raised beds since it's all I have and as long as I was there spent an hour or so starting on digging up the johnson grass around the sides of the raised beds which was a solid mat on top of and under the weed cloth I had put down when I first set them up. All that has to come up and be replaced as the flood shifted it all around and I ignored it for a year and a half. What a fucking mess. The small metal bed has come apart at one end and another corner. I'd be better off setting up the new white one I have and transferring the dirt to it but I have to prepare a spot for it. It's a butt load of work no matter which way.


Then I pruned back one of the two heritage red roses I brought with me from the city house. The other one is over at the shop and I'm just going to let it grow as big and crazy as it wants.

Then I walked the dog and settled down for the evening.

I didn't get the plants in from Ms Moon of Bless Our Hearts yet as I'm still deciding where to put them but I'll get them in today whenever it clears up as predicted.

At least it wasn't foggy this morning like it has been nearly every morning for the last week,


one day last week

 just overcast, still, as the promised clearing up hasn't happened yet although according to the weather app right now it should be partly sunny.

Some random spring stuff...

bletilla, ground orchid

baby peas!

 spirea starting up

jasmine, smells so sweet




Friday, February 22, 2019

words to live by


Thursdays, you may remember, are the days my sister and I go to estate sales and so we did yesterday. This one was in Edna, a little town we thought was just a spit in the road but turns out it has over 5,500 residents. A nice house in a nice neighborhood, the sale seemed to be more of a retirement sale as 90% of the goods on offer looked to be the inventory of a party supplier, tableware and decorations. And clothes. This woman had a lot of clothes, nice and stylish but closets and racks full. Anyway, we didn't buy anything except at the very end on our way out I paused to pick up this nondescript little book.

It looks like it might have had a label on it at one time.


Here's the first five...



Overcast and wet today, as usual, but at least it's not cold. Still gloomy though. The azaleas aren't quite in full bloom but they will be soon 


as will the spirea with their clusters of small flowers that look like bridal bouquets. Bluebonnets, evening primrose, and indian paintbrush are still no-shows out in the fields and easements. I'd work out in the yard if it wasn't so damn wet. 

The husband is out running errands getting ready to leave tomorrow for his week in Colorado with my brother, the only time I have the house to myself. Not sure what I'm going to do today, maybe fill the drowned feather mold. Once I do that I'll use the small folding table to set out my wax model making tools. I'm ready to finish the heron box. This will be my set up for a while...wax model making on the small table, modeling glass on the big one. Before I do that though I may spread out all the wind chimes that need repair and get them all back up.

And so I did.





Wednesday, February 20, 2019

winter does not give way gracefully


I woke up yesterday morning to discover that the sidebar on my blog had mysteriously migrated to the bottom of my post. WTF Blogger? When I looked at my layout on the Dashboard, everything was in its proper place so I have no idea what was happening. Back to the blog I clicked on the 'edit' pencil, changed nothing, refreshed the page and voila, everything is back in its place.

I also woke up yesterday morning to winter, again...cold, overcast, and due to be wet with drizzle all day. Another delay in getting my raised beds ready for the spring garden. I got the small white one finished Monday and all the surface weeds and a little more than half of digging out the johnson grass in the small metal one, which is already falling apart, the 2x4s that the metal walls are nailed to having rotted away.

It was so dreary out there the dog didn't even want to go out. Me either. I had several options for indoor activity...sit on the couch under a blanket and read, sew the patch pockets on my skirt, play around with the modeling glass. I could fill the big drowned feather mold that's been sitting here since December but to do that I would have to clear off the folding table the sewing machine is set up on.

I opted for sewing on the pockets, which is now accomplished and the sewing machine and paraphernalia is put away, and then snuggled on the couch with a blanket, the dog, and book the rest of the day.


This morning was my follow-up appointment with the cardiac RNP. Episodes are down by half or more, no side effects from the meds so far, feeling good but then I never really felt bad. She didn't increase the beta blocker dose, fearing it would lower my pulse rate which was at 62. So, stick with the status quo, let my body continue to acclimate to the drugs and come back in a month, call if I get concerned. And thanks to everyone who commented about dealing with, living with afib. It helped.

It cleared up outside during my appointment and it turned into an unexpected pretty day. Coldish in the shade and wind. I got out there and worked on the raised beds, once again my last opportunity before the next three days which are supposed to be overcast and wet though not quite so cold. I got the small metal bed finished except for one corner where the fire ants moved in so  I gave them the 'treatment' and started getting the surface weeds out of the big metal bed and then it was time to walk the dog and get ready for yoga

I do like to dig. I like to smell the dirt, I like to crumble it through my fingers. I like the satisfaction of seeing a bed devoid of weeds ready to plant (though these aren't quite there yet).

Still being mobbed by goldfinches which I thought would have migrated through long ago. I'm having to fill the teacup and the bird feeder every other day or so. Lots of little volunteer sunflowers underneath.


I'll just close here with some spring porn...