Sunday, May 24, 2015

Strangers When We Meet

Another T.S Eliot Quote.

 “We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people is only our memory of the
 moments during which we knew them.
And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and
convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken.
We must also remember that at every meeting we are
meeting a stranger.” ― T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

 http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/18540.T_S_Eliot

This is truly an amazing poet and literary perfectionist.
I just love him.
xoxoxox

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Designer Diary.


Had to hide my Aloe Vera plant from the rain.
 The yard is full of small chickadees .
 They did not come for a few years and now they are back.
Nice to hear chirping of so many different birds up in the
cedar trees.

I dont know why some people find it annoying when to me
birds are always music to my ears.

xoxoxox

Friday, May 22, 2015

Kisses


This is a nice perfume bottle I got from my kids in a
 perfume basket.
 It's small but the perfume is wonderful.
 I love the fact they put 2 loving swans flying over it.
Every time I see it, I want to use it.

I have become a perfume addict and love spraying
some over my pillow before I go to sleep.
Sends me into dreamland in a beautiful field of flowers.

Sometimes I sit and words pop into my head
so I write them down and then they turn into some kind of odd poetry.
But then I think what is there more to say that hasn't been said or felt
or experienced. It's all been said and done.
Then I found  T. S. Eliot at an opportune time, who said:
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/28570-i-said-to-my-soul-be-still-and-wait-without
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope,
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love,
for love would be love of the wrong thing;
there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Happiness and hope are cognitive skills.
  If you sit without thinking, darkness turns into light.
Meditation is something like that.
You can sit and give your brain a break, energize it so
it frees itself of all the bad thoughts.
Crying does the same thing.
 It releases all the bad feelings and thoughts and frees you.
Laughter is good but if you sit smiling and laughing all the time,
people begin to think you are odd at best.
So where are the answers?
Well the Bible speaks of divesting yourself of all your possessions because if you don't, there is unspeakable, unsatiable greed out there that is ready to destroy you for it..
Sometimes you look at people who have nothing and actually envy them.
What is it they have that you don't?

Freedom.
No one wants them. No one touches them. No one taxes them.
They live between the cracks and do as they wish. If they stay away from drugs and alcohol, the money social welfare gives them, is enough to keep them going and they dont have to go anywhere. There are plenty of places to go sit amongst the tax payers for free.
We sit and watch CNN and shake our heads.
We receive emails that tells us how we can live well on 7 dollars a day and where.
We watch as huge corporations take over and poison our food and how people are sitting in hospitals on long wait lists especially designed to kill them.
Many ways to kill people.
 In the end they say only 144,000 people are needed to continue the human race and the rest are expendable.
Imagine a world of 7 billion people, suddenly left with 144,000.
Lots of freedom will be left but at what cost?
And so you say to your soul wait without hope.
Wait without love.
Have faith and love who are also waiting.
Wait without thought till darkness comes to light
and stillness the dancing.
No matter what you do, in the end, the result will be the same and this applies both to the rich and the poor.
We are all sitting in the same system designed to kill and take over.

What a powerful quote this is.

Happy Memorial Week end.
xoxoxoxox

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Small Pleasures in Life






















Always nice to have bouquets of flowers to look up at you.
Such a nice hot day.
 I took advantage to plant some herbs , tomatoes and a few green beans and
to water the plants just for the fun of it. It's so nice to have greenery around you but
they dry so fast in the pots.
I dont know if I should take in the bulbs of the spring plants now and
 use the pots for other things or leave them till the fall.
Could use a large garbage container to fill with water so as not to keep
 running in and out for more.
Daily chores are bah humbug as they say.
Grass is growing like weeds too.
Bunnies are all over the yard.
 I wonder who they belong to?

The news continues to be horrible.
Seems burkas are a myth and don't keep women safe
in those countries, so why wear them?
Women have to wake up.
It's so distressing to watch news.
People have all gone insane.

I made more squares . Will have close to 100 now.
If I continue like this I will have enough for a multicolored blanky.
I started this because I saw a a bunny sitting on a blanky which looked like
a garden  being all puffed up.
Once they are all made they have to be crocheted around and then I think
sewn together. Easier that way.
These three batches of 8, I crocheted.
I need to do them on the knitting machine so they go faster.
The knitting machine is not like knitting by hand where both
sides look the same.
Then if I want to continue the project, I would need something to place
 in between the fleecy backing to sew up.
 Then it will look just like the picture except bigger of course.
The picture one looked like it was nice for a doll.
I like to have blankys in the car in winter.

Time to put the other warm blankets away for summer.
Hope every one had a nice week end.

xoxoxoxooxxo

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Cloonypit



























Now every one talks about brangelina but no one talks about pitcloony.
 Sifting through countries I came across an interesting article.

 http://cuencahighlife.com/ecuador-urges-brat-pitt-to-scrap-movie-about-chevron-pollution-case/


Ecuador urges Brat Pitt to scrap movie about Chevron pollution case.


 Ecuador has launched a campaign calling for Brad Pitt to scrap a film project about pollution in the Amazon that it claims will help to cover up destruction caused by oil giant Chevron.

Brad Pitt Pitt bid against Cloony and purchased the film rights to Law of the Jungle, a book by U.S. journalist Paul Barrett describing the multi-billion-dollar pollution case between Texaco — since taken over by Chevron — and the Ecuadorean government.

 But Rafael Correa, Ecuador’s leftist president, claims the book was published with financial assistance from Chevron as part of an international campaign by the company to “cover up the truth”.
“Now they’ve brought out a book, Law of the Jungle, all paid for by Chevron, in which we look like savages in a country without any separation of powers,” Mr Correa said.

Chevron told Reuters it had no links to the book or film project.......



Will be interesting to see what they make out of all this now.
Seems hardly something brangelina or cloony would be involved in seeing they stand for
the "RIGHT" things in life lol
They have to be careful how they make this movie.

In this case Ecuador liked oil companies but the people don't since they destroy a lot and don't clean up after themselves.
Money from oil, allowed for education and building of infrastructure.
 Oil prices went down and Equador had to change its currency to US dollars to survive.
There is constant upheaval over this oil production in the country.
Madagascar also hates oil companies.

http://blogs.reuters.com/felix-salmon/2011/07/05/how-ecuador-sold-itself-to-china/

Equador borrowed billions from China and now has a problem paying it all back.
Means Equador  owes 75% of its oil exports to China to pay
back growing high interest loan it made.

This is how countries get into trouble folks.

xoxoxoxoxoxxo

Vino of Life
























These flowers, regardless of color, seem to be quite popular.
My Mothers Day flowers are still looking fresh,just like the first day
I got them.

The color of this one reminds me or Rose wines which seem to
be quite popular with the young people today, especially in summer.
They go with almost any food and as aperitif.

This wine is made out of many kinds of grapes but mostly red.
They become rose because they take out the skins and solids
out of the juice after just a few hours or days.
Italy is well known for their wines .Italians  hardly drink any water.

I personally like to make sangria using a bottle of red wine, 1 lemon,orange and lime, sliced in wedges, 2 tbs sugar , some orange juice or lemonade, 2 shots of triple sec
1 cup of raspberries or strawberries, 1 can of diced pineapples with juice,4 cups ginger ale.
It makes for a nice punch for guests.


You also have your choice between dry and sweet rose.

Some grape varieties include Grenache,Clairette (an ancient grape),

Chambourin because of natural acids and their resistence to fungal diseases
.
Muscat grapes, Aglianico grapes date back to 735 bc Greece.

Monastrell grapes are high in alcohol and tannins and like limestone.

Cali wines include Charles and Charles Rose Mulderbosch Rose, V. Sattui Gamay Rouge

Other nice ones include Chateau Sainte Marguerite,
Estandon 2012 and Chateau du Galoupet.

Grape vines invite bees and other insects because of their sweetness.
I have a few large pots with vines of both red and white grapes but
if I were to have a field of grapes I would also include  a few bee hives and some
cups for the other insects to get high on . My Dad put beer in cups outside and it took
 care of all the bugs  that came to eat his vegetables. They came in droves and died happy.

If you have all these vines, collecting nice fresh leaves to roll with rice and meat
makes for a delicious meal. These leaves can be slightly parboiled and frozen
or salted in jars.

Mmmmm got myself into the wine mood. I mostly stick to Sauvignon and Chardonnay.
 but one cocktail goes down well.

You need to mash two strawberries in a pitcher Add ice
Add 3 oz of rose, 1 oz of strawberry vodka, 1 oz fresh grapefruit
and any other syrup per taste, a little bit of sunshine and a warm breeze
as finishing touches and then sit and enjoy a good book while your hubby does a nice BBQ.

xoxoxo


Friday, May 15, 2015

Kitty Smarts




























Here is another post card I love and kept.
Tabbies are my favorite cats. They are always nice cats.
I don't think I ever had a bad cat.

As cities take more and more control over animals,
  it will be too expensive to buy one and to keep one.

Domestic animals will be wiped off the continents
once these animal groups take over and destroy the gene pool.

Kids will not have the pleasure to experience natural
kitten birth.
Cats won't be free anymore and will develop psychosis
and cancers  just like people do, from un natural habitat.

We recently found that these laminate floorings from China,
cause cancer. How many homes today are full of these floors?
How many kids and animals will now die from using them?

Another tid bit in the news talked about the post office offering less
service for more money. They want to stop mail delivery to homes.
I sent an envelope the other day and it cost me 13 dollars.
 It never cost more than 3-4 dollars before and now they still want to
raise the price again?
The news comes at a bad time when people need jobs and now 8,000
more post men will be out of them.
Hurts those who also want to fight the email cult to get back to
the art of penmanship.
All these changes,  hurt all of us.

On TV we saw Kramer on Seinfeld , making a coffee table which could be used
as a bed tray.
Coffee tables and book shelves in bathrooms were the in thing once.
If anyone wanted to know what kind of person you were, you were judged
by the kind of books found in your house.
Beer and porn.... showed a very shallow person.lol

Today it is a bit confusing as coffee tables are covered in color charts.
Today on TV all you hear about is what color to paint your rooms in
and so every home is full of charts and maybe marks on the wall to see if this
color will match all the other walls.

Now what can you determine about people if all they are interested in is shallow
color schemes? Sure keeps peoples curiosity in check.
Now art work, paintings, have more to say about people.

It shows they are cultured in art history and know something about it.
Classical paintings portray people who are interested in class, emotion, love, color.

The outdoorsman will have paintings of animals ,lakes, mountains, all over his walls.
So when you  walk into this home, you know a free spirit lives there .

People who love modern art, live in their heads.
Sometimes one can call abstract art childs' play.
There is one person who
gives his child buckets of paint and this 4 year old goes and slaps it onto
canvas, the the painting sells for thousands of dollars.
Another artist spits color onto a canvas.
Other artists roll in it and produce things people really like
You can almost see people judging you on the ink blots you choose to
cover your walls with.lol
There has to be an attraction for it to be bought.
Businesses love modern art but they also use psychology to sell their products.

The above kitty portrays impressionism, freedom, mischief, cubism, and
 abstract qualities. This artist tried to hit on many forms of art to attract
a wider clientel.
Smart.

xoxoxoxoxox

Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Lassie/Laddie






















Love these daisies and the fact they are perennial and so easy to grow.
 Don't ask me about the benefits of tea made from them because there are so many.
Easier to go to this website.

 http://en.heilkraeuter.net/herbs/daisy.htm

I never realized there were so many mens' magazines with so much was going on in them.
Since Germaine Greers' book the Female Eunich (I still have this book)
men have been feeling rather overwhelmed by empowered women and so all these new
male magazines popped up like Nuts, Zoo, Ladd.... dealing with male issues.

I was only aware of Playboy and I always enjoyed reading Play boy especially the jokes.
 I  met Heffner once with my Uncle who worked at the magazine.

Apparently people were getting concerned because when they would interview rapists,
they found they all used  rhetoric, from  some of these magazines.
Nuts apparently shut down due to womens pressure groups .
The story goes that these magazines
promoted sex and vicious behavior towards women , normalizing sexism.

http://www.surrey.ac.uk/mediacentre/press/2011/69535_are_sex_offenders_and_lads_mags_using_the_same_language.htm

Thus love, the way women understood it to be, became further  demoted into gutter
trash and todays' woman helps promote this idea as she says her rights are the same as a mans'.
Well ok, maybe they are the same but why exercise that right when women don't need to?
So much classier being a true woman. No woman, needs to debase herself into manhood
 to prove a point. We know who we are.

Now I have no objection to the bra burning part and with women having jobs and establishing
some independence from men, because we do have minds, but a woman, is still a woman.
Women can't be men and why would they want to be? Being a woman is wonderful.

That being the case, men should not have any problems when it comes to their manhood.
They just have better, stronger women by their sides, who can become better partners
 in love, marriage and as friends. This should make it easier on men, not harder.

I remember when I was young, men always had a scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and sometimes alcohol. Hair was worn sleeked back, except for Cookie on Route 66.
His hair was free and he always was seen combing it.
 I loved it. He was so sexy!

I remember a boy asked me to a school dance once and paid a dollar for the entrance.
He did not know how to dance and kept tramping on my feet.
 I accepted 1 dance with another boy and my date came back annoyed that I did that, saying he paid for me.

 I took out a dollar and gave it to him. lol Seems this was what was important to him.. the dollar.
I was polite and danced with him in spite of knowing I would go home with no feet, but it was because I was polite, not because he paid a dollar and now owned me. He was not as polite,
not a sign of a gentleman.

Of course when he got home, there was a big discussion with his Mom and sister about what happened that night.  His sister asked me what happened and I told her. Then two women tried to explain it to him and forced him into dancing lessons. lol
Being free, is a womans' right.

Today we don't smell alcohol and cigarettes on men but fashion has them looking into mirrors a lot more than women do.
They worry about things men never worried about before, like balding.
Kojak was loved for his bald head. He looked so manly, powerful, being bald and at the same time, sensitive, walking around with his lolly pop. lol

Some women hate beards. I happen to love them. It makes men look so masculine (but
overly hairy bodies is another issue) .A man should look like a man.
Nothing nicer than to look at a man who feels good being who he is.
 It's all about the aura he projects not body size , hair color, tatoos or skin color.

Men stand in front of mirrors checking out their asses and leg forms in pants.
This used to be a womans' job and women don't do as much of that anymore.
They don't fear men and don;t really have a need to please anyone but themselves.
If a man loves them, it should be for who they are, asses and all.lol

Some women wear makeup  others don't.
Today the natural look goes a lot further due to the nature
of a womans lifestyle which involves sports.

So much has changed between Lassies and Laddies and we have to attribute it to
womens' lib groups who brought all this to light.
If men are free, why not women?
They carry as much burden as men do in life.

I recently watched Maureen O Hara . My Dad loved her. She had beautiful red hair.
She said there are many things in life you have to contend with but you have to take it in stride..
In her movies she got good kisses and bad kisses but in the end, no matter who said what to who,
it was all about the paycheck and this was what she was there for.

Well, gotta go. Toodles!
xoxoxoxoxoxox






Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Parc Safari Africain.


















We took this picture at Parc Safari Africain in Quebec.
This park was so much fun. There are animals walking freely you
can feed as you ride in your car.

Ostriches, zebras cows buffalo deer....If you have a van,
 kids sit in the back with the door open and the animals follow you.
 It's the next best thing to going to Africa for the real
safaris.
You have elephant and pony rides,
Animal shows and pools with slides for kids to play in.
I think they also have some carnival rides and cotton candy.
Families can have a truly super dooper day at this park.
I am sure getting a job there is fun as well as nothing is nicer
than to make friends with these wonderful animals.

There were a few times when the animals got out and then all heck
 would break loose trying to find them in farmers fields lol
I think such places need to be supported as they help a lot of animals.

There is another zoo called Granby Zoo.
It used to have a bear who just loved to eat.
People would buy peanuts to throw into his mouth, just to see
his blue tongue , a quarter of which was missing.
He'd stand against the cage rails with his mouth wide open
waiting for you.
The cage didn't stop him from loving people and kids would laugh and
 laugh and laugh watching him.
People would buy peanuts just to watch the kids laugh.
It was such a wholesome sound.
That old bear is long gone now. He lived a good life.
Today I made myself some special tea good for the old arthritic bones.

3 tsp turmeric, 1 tsp cloves
2 tsp cardamom
2 tsp ginger
and 1.5 liters of boiling water.

Have enough for a few days.

For high blood pressure nothing is better than tea made of
ground beet and root. Will fix you up in no time at all.
Good for cleaning the blood too.

Apart from that I tried to sketch another painting of the one I lost
Maybe will get enough oomph to actually sit down and paint it one day.
If you have a canvas that looks kinda stretchy in places, turning it over
and spraying some water over the back and then laying it down on a flat surface
so it can dry, will fix that in no time at all. Your canvas will again have a tight fit.

I also learned how to make crayon paint by adding coconut oil to it.
You need a pot of hot water (not too hot to burn the crayon) and three 1/2 tsps of coconut oil per crayon, placed inside, in another glass container like baby jars.
You keep stirring till they liquify and then take out the jar and close the lid.
Then do another color in another jar. Pretty soon you'll have tons of colors to paint with and they do mix.
People make wonderful scenes using a brush with this method of painting on canvas.
1 dollar for crayons and 1.25 for canvas from the dollar store is quite
cheap to have a fun project. They remind you to use old paint brushes as getting the
wax out of them is not easy but as long as things melt, there should be no problem.
I looked up on google some of the paintings people make and they look wonderful.

Have a good one.
xoxoxoxoxxo


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Escape To Dreams
















I love this post card. Typical cat portraying it's Garfield smarts
in a bed of socks, pillows and why not....a bed of books.
The wise old owl is no competition to a cat with 9 lives.lol
None of my books are on its reading list :(

 Escape Through Dreams

So grim the desert
 Not one blade of grass
Not one green weed to feed the dead
A lonely tomb lost in the sand
Tormented by eternal stars and
Then a flash! a blink!  a light!
A living alter burning bright
A rush ! A vision! A breath of hope!
A soulful prayer called from the heart

And then I fly on a steed of wealth
To live my dreams on a sea of health
To quench my thirst for life and breath
From the tomb I jump to the mystic light.
A Lady's Life.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Mommy's Boy


My boy sent me this card for Mothers Day.
I thought it was so cute I had to put it on line.
Who could resist a face like this? lol

I love cards and keep them for posterity.
I found a box with his and my other sons poems and stories.
Such nice things to look back on.

It was cooler today but my children kept me busy.
Beau managed to go to the front door and barked to be let inside
like a guest. lol

Animals are so funny
They behave more and more like people, so you treat them
more and more like people.

I was sitting at the computer when I saw a wasp crawling
across my chest.
Creepy crawlies. Blah!
I am sure glad he didn't bite me.

xoxoxoxoxox






Happy Mothers Day



























This is Kino my Blue Fronted Amazon.
I raised him from a chick.
As far as babies go, he was exactly like a real baby and
 such a talker too.
They imitate voices cause he sounded just like me.
When our little dog barked at him he'd bark back.

Anyone who came through the front door, he'd greet
with a very pleasant , cheerful : Hi!  How are you?
 and then answer....
I'm fine.
Always made you forget your troubles and put you in a good mood.

Hope every one had a great week end.
xoxoxoxoxoxxo


Friday, May 8, 2015

Golden Hope


This angel child of mine is ready to party.She looks more like a girl
after the party coming home lol  with her wind blown hair.
She would look nice as a tree top angel.

 Vancouver was hot yesterday and will be hot today  as well.
Unemployment rose to over 6% in April.
As usual it is hard for youth to get employed for summer.

I had bunnies running around the back yard last night. Beau went on a 4 hour walk
and when my son brought him home and left right away, he sat by the front door
and howled. When dogs like to be with someone, they hate to be left behind.
Beau loves his walks even though he can't walk long.
The change of scenery is wonderful to him.

When my son came back I told him
and he was amazed as usual. He makes all the dogs crazy and then leaves lol
He calls Bella to sleep with him and in the morning she misses him.
They would sit by the front door all day if I let them, waiting for their
playmate to come home. lol
With my husband and I they just want pats all day and yummies.
Everything is better than dog food.

Our papers are making a fuss over sex education changes in Ontario.
Parents say the schools are going over board with things which should not
concern them. Finally parents are saying
we don't want kids learning about all this stuff.
 I agree because this empowers kids to
begin having sex or wanting it and encouraging it at 12 years of age.
Today everything is geared toward instant gratification .

The kids group up and bring in alcohol and then experiment.
Girls begin to have school reputations not just in their own schools but in other
schools and guys show up to make friends with them which angers the guys who grow up with
their classmates.
Education is supposed to stop kids from having sex at that age, not to encourage
it by giving them more info about it they are not ready to handle.
Sometimes knowing less, is a lot better than knowing more.

They should stop it in the media as well. It is not something people should
see so they think it's ok and normal. Even if every one does it, it doesn't mean it's
normal. It doesn't promote a realistic view on how life should be led.
People being social animals, need stability and this means in love as well,
 which sex doesn't provide.
Two wrongs never make a right.
At 12, kids are still babies.

When you see 18 year old boys going to war, you think...
these are babies. Most of them need a good spanking and to be sent to school, not to lose
arms and legs and heads and worse, come home mental cripples for the rest of their lives.
There is nothing worse than to have your child hood stolen from you and at that age,
they think they are invincible.

People after WW2 never got over losing their child hood.
 They spent the rest of their lives trying to make up for it and never could.
You can't bring back time but you can relive it with your kids.

When kids would come home and say: Mom you don't know what goes on at school,
my husband always told them that I was extra educated cause I went from kindergarten, to
high school,  3 times. It feels good to have  3 diplomas
 from each class.:)
Only a Mother can brag about that. It gets a bit harder to brag about
university though cause you only experience it once.
Kids do it all on their own without parents.

In north America we don't count our blessings. We expect things to never change
and when they do, we are not happy.
 When we were growing up, it was important
to keep kids and adults separate. Kids had their own tables and adults their own so the
conversations didn't mix. It was good cause when adults got into adult stuff, kids
were never exposed.
Today, we hardly ever sit at the table, at the same time.
Every one has different schedules.
 It makes for a very stressful family life.

Not only don't you have time to go to church, which reminds you every week to be humble,
kind and family oriented, but families with three kids have to split themselves
 three ways to keep up and most families have two working parents or are one parent families.
Jobs are not stable which
also adds to a lot of stress. People lie a lot more about everything. ie where is my package?
It's in the mail........( not...... but you spend a month waiting for it.).

So kids are always growing alone
with out a Mother and Father, nurture time.
 Then we complain kids are hyper and feed them pills.

Kids need time out. They need to sleep, read and do quiet things like dig in the dirt, smell flowers,
sit by a camp fire , splash in a river, actually catch a fish (not from a school pool).....clean it and watch it fry in a pan over a campfire, sleep in tents looking at the stars, have adventures in the woods
where they can find bones etc.. like in the Huck Finn stories.

Then kids had lots of homework and today parents yell at teachers for giving homework.
They say they need the family time and that means running around with them so coaches
teach them to break arms and legs and come home with concussions and broken noses.
It also means parents sit watching TV or doing chores, while kids sit with their iphones and
computers. All kind of chatting goes on but not the right kind of chatting that matters.

At that age we were not encouraged to chat so much. Everything could wait and we learned what is called patience, self respect and respect for ones family,which kids today don't learn.
Bullying would not be an issue if kids had less time to chat.
Schools can't teach this. It's something that needs to be practiced at home.
Schools provide loose information. They dump and then the kids are left with it all to handle, alone.

All this points to families being unable to cope and kids lose out having more without actually having
anything of value.
 Schools teach them to use gadgets, rather than teaching them to  actually working things out in their heads, which creates the McGiver brain power the world needs.
Imagine if all our gadgets broke down. How will these kids cope without instant gratification??
Could they handle the stress or go straight into criminality drugs and violence to survive?
Imagine millions of people doing this? 

Puts sex ed somewhere way back down the ladder of importance.
I mean, sex really doesn't teach one to survive, does it, compared to math and science?

Today parents are very loose at home . Kids come to school and No is not a word they accept.
They say if my Mother and Father think it's ok, then  it's ok.
I would ask these kids to go home and ask their loose parents, if they love them?
Do they know what love is?
No parent who loves a child, would advise it or put it in harms way.
So if a parent says it's ok to smoke, drink, do drugs, have loose sex, party,
use foul language, do crime , act cruelly and violently, this is something every kid
should think about. What is it learning at home?
Today a policeman brings a kid home from an unsafe environment, and the parent tells them to
take it back to where they found it. If anyone says or writes something different, they get their head
blown off. These are our voters ladies and gentlemen. How are we to pass laws and gain
responsible civic minded people to run for politics, if no one votes for the right things?

If a parent is not raising a child as a model example, being the best that a parent can be,
what message does it send a kid? Does it show love? The meaning of love? No.
Then the child has nothing to compare with or show to people it meets to develop true and good relationships with.
Kids learn from home experiences and schools have limits.
This sex ed does not help in developing adults with the moral ethical values needed to raise good societies. We see this just reading comments people put on the net, which clearly are people who
don't know what they are talking about but teach others who know even less.
On tv today we see people which they say are expressing their democratic rights but in actuality
is just plain mob rule due to behavior kids learn growing up in our schools and home life.
When the job is not done right, people die.
So much for school teaching.
I think people would benefit learning responsible parenting, which they get to learn for free at church,
than they would from any sex class at school.
Thumbs down for sex ed changes in schools.



xoxoxo

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Spring Blessings
























Something about the frilly skirt that entices me to make these angels.
 This time I added feathers lol
Now that I did a few I don't bother with patterns.
It's like making two doilies, one small and one large.
There is another doily to make up the wings. You fold it in half and
then stick in the feathers
The head is a ball of yarn, with home made hair, and the arms is a cure pipe
wrapped in thread.
I guess you can also make it in cotton thread but I prefer using baby
yarn with a 3.50 mm crochet hook.
If I find my ribbons I might tie one to the waist for color.
It turned out nice enough to display for Christmas.

I saw a brown speckled bunny sitting in our drive way today.
 It isn't afraid of cars or people. Usually they come out early in the a m or late
at night but this time it was around 6.pm.

Hope you have a great day.
xoxoxoxox


Sunday, May 3, 2015

Bunny Wabbits

When I saw these on the net I could not resist
 making a few.
They are so cute and take next to no time at all
to make.
You can use them for all kind of things like
appliques for hats, and scarves and pin ons for
sweaters or coat lapels.
They make good Christmas ornaments and book marks.

One of my favorite books was Peter Rabbit.
That little fella always got into trouble.

Today I have one looking just like the top one, living in my back yard.
I think she has babies and lives in the black berry bushes.

Yesterday when my husband was cutting the grass she came out to examine
what was going on. She sat there un afraid.
Beau walked beside her and the girls barked and we took pics of her
and she had no problems with it.
She sat there for hours enjoying the sun.
I wish I could catch a few babies to play with.

The wind blew our fence down and Beau found the down part on the other side
of the house and makes his way out to the front of the house to enjoy the street.
Well hubby went out to bring him back and who should be sitting there
 but old Coyote.

He looked lean and hungry and I thought good thing my girls are not out there.
They would make wonderful meals for this fella. Now the fence is down,
 what's to stop him from coming into the yard?  Beau seemed to have no
problem with him either. Usually he is not too friendly with other peoples' dogs.
People let them loose and they attack him walking on a leash.

Our neighbor used to have a rooster and hens across the street.
 Don't hear them anymore.
Maybe this tourist found them and now is coming back for more.
I sure hope he doesn't find the bunnies.
It sure is fun living around animals and this is in the city.
Can you imagine?

xoxoxoxoxxo

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Exotique!



























These lilies are all in my garden.
The orange ones, my Dad had in his garden.
He was very proud of them because they grew with minimum care.
There are many varieties of lilies and apart from looking exotic, they have many
beneficial uses.
The Chinese love them for soups for their starch and for reducing internal heat.
The Chinese say hot tea is better in hot weather to get cooler, than cold water.
The oil from the flower has a subtle aromatic scent people love and use to moisturize their skin.
Bulbs also are full of fiber, sodium, carbs, phosporus, iron, calcium, B1, B2, C.
 but they are bad for cats if they ingest them.
Eating roots and herbs from these flowers, helps dilate arteries so it is good
for the heart.
They are used to treat burns and prevents scar tissue.
Other uses include uses in leprosy, angina, stroke, as a laxative, spider bites,
 coughs, sores, wounds, and ulcers.

What an amazing flower.
The water lilies also benefit ponds in that they stop algae from growing by
providing shade.
Lilies also look great as cut flowers  because of the long stems.
I love looking at them as they sway in a welcoming gentle breeze.
They seem to absorb the sun as opposed to people, who try to stay away from
the cancer causing rays.

In Reke Sudan people survive on water lilies
They collect the seeds, grind them and cook them in water to eat.
The UN says 4 million people face starvation because farmers missed the
 planting season .

One can almost picture a story of a Lily kicking up its heals and running away
into the forest, to explore and learn about the world. It seems like a flower
capable of doing just that.
 
Little White Lily
Sat by a stone,
Drooping and waiting
Till the sun shone.
[11]
Little White Lily
Sunshine has fed;
Little White Lily
Is lifting her head.

Little White Lily
Said: "It is good
Little White Lily's
Clothing and food."
Little White Lily
Dressed like a bride!
Shining with whiteness,
And crownèd beside!

Little White Lily
Drooping with pain,
Waiting and waiting
For the wet rain.
Little White Lily
Holdeth her cup;
Rain is fast falling
And filling it up.

Little White Lily
Said: "Good again,
When I am thirsty
To have the nice rain.
Now I am stronger,
Now I am cool;
Heat cannot burn me,
My veins are so full."

[12]
Little White Lily
Smells very sweet;
On her head sunshine,
Rain at her feet.
Thanks to the sunshine,
Thanks to the rain,
Little White Lily
Is happy again.

GEORGE MACDONALD.





Friday, May 1, 2015

Ten Bucks


https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.coffeestainstudios.goatsimulator&hl=en

 I don't play many games but here I am ... playing.
I loved this game but felt sorry for the poor goat.
It looks like a lot of fun.Could have done without the long tongue though.
I probably would have him eating grass in my back yard than going through
all he is going through.. lol
The game costs 10 dollars to buy

Lovely bright sunny day today.
xoxoxox

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Love of Hate




















Winston Chruchill once said:
You have Enemies? Good.
 That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.

And so you enter life surrounded by people. They all seem nice people.
You travel and you try to socialize.

At one Canadian function overseas, I met a Lithuanian.
Nice young fella.
 He said he was Lithuanian so I assumed, from my Soviet studies,
 that they all had to learn Russian in schools.

So I asked him quite innocently for the sake of conversation:
So you must know Russian?

His eyes grew large. His nostrils flared . Suddenly, he no longer looked like a nice young man but like a big, red eyed, wide nose, fire flaring , carrot topped bull,
 ready to charge and beat you into the ground.

 His rage flew into arm swinging, finger pointing,blubbering through facts
 that Lithuania was a country, with its' own language ..blah blah blah blah

Dumbstruck, I looked at him and said Woah!! Woah!!!
Don't need to know all that.
After screaming at me a whole 5 minutes he trudged off in disgust,
looking like a total jerk.

 I never did get my answer if he spoke Russian.

Trying to rationalize the sudden rage, the assumption was he did this to camouflage the embarrassment that he probably didn't speak Russian lol

A simple " No " would have sufficed.
Any other normal person would have said No. and maybe added something like
 I wasn't born there .
 We could have had a very pleasant conversation about the political situation out there and why things were done right and wrong.
 It would have been nice for me as a political science student.

Unfortunately, I got him on what seemed a bad day lol
His yelling brought a lot of curious people to stand and watch and after he left,
 I had to laugh. The whole thing was so funny, if it wasn't so sad.

I remembered in high school, many people after the war, taught their kids to hate Germany and what was then the USSR because they Russified every one.
The kids would talk about things and literally shake from hate.
I found that rather interesting.
 The Cold War however, was behind us with Gorbachev opening doors with Reagan and being Canadian, what did anyone have to do with Germany and  the situation in the USSR?
 Many of these kids grew up and went to visit, once doors were open, and
were never accepted back as true citizens because the parents did not stick it out and did not deserve the honor, once it was all over.

 I bumped into another fella from Saskatchewan and he blatantly stated he hated Ukrainians.
How I got into that subject, I don't remember.Probably the same way.
I probably said something about Saskatchewan having so many Ukrainians.

I have no idea what his back ground was but that day I had discovered that
Canada carried a LOT of underground hate.

Hate is a very bad thing. To breed it in others is worse and unfortunately kids are the first ones to be raised by their parents, who teach them to hate, not understanding, that these kids will never go back to any of those countries in the USSR. Knowing countries, like people change, hate seems to be a
useless pass time.

As new citizens of a new country, people have a right to live, raise families, get educated and become full scale Canadians, just like every one else. So why raise them full of hate?

One must leave the past, if one wants to be reborn and start fresh.
This Lithuanian young man, did not make an enemy out of me.
 I just felt sorry for him and especially for the next person who tried to ask him a question. lol

 It's not the way to live a life. For the most part I agreed with him but hey, history put all these countries under the USSR umbrella. Between Stalin and Hitler, people scattered like mice, in all directions.

As I walked on discussing the incident with my group of people,
I remembered that I did not follow the HPM rule. (History Philosophy and Metaphor).

 I should not have asked him a personal question.
When he said he was Lithuanian, I should have said something like:

Oh I met a Lithuanian once. He spoke Russian. (history)

I hated the Dude. He was a Russified bastard! (philosophy)

 He was like a tourista saying he rather speak Russian than all these Lithuanian dialects found in each quarter of the Capital Vilnius cause it was easier to understand. (metaphor)

 Now this would have been more to his liking cause now we would have been on the same side and maybe he would have then told me if he spoke Russian, which is all I wanted to know. lol
For all I knew, he worked as a translator..

 Who could ever guess asking a simple question could result in a blatant out and out war?

 I guess people back then were used to questions like: Are you white or red?
If you gave the wrong answer to the wrong group of people, they killed you.

 Looking at todays' world, not much has changed.
The countries and questions have changed but the answers could have the same, dire end result.

It keeps people angry and angry people can never see through their anger
long enough to resolve the problems of the world.
Anger carries underground hate which is hidden deep inside and this then makes
 for good excuses to commit crime, which from the side of the criminal, is no crime at all.

 Kafka once said:
The thorn bush is the obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

 People weary of war, stop fighting. Until then, hate must burn with the lust of love, until it surrenders to the reality of life.

xoxoxox

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Live it Love it --Life!




















Well I guess it's that time of year again.
People are going to spend a great week end at the Cloverdale Rodeo.
Too bad it is only one week end a year.
We could do with a bit of fun Even if we don't have bucking horses
and cow roping, the rest of it is fun too: The dog shows and kiddy rides
face painting , flea market , picture taking,petting zoos, horse rides. 
It's a barrel of fun.
-------------------------------------------------

Life. Tal Bonham

After a check up a patient got a prescription from his doctor.
Drs usually have illegible handwriting.
The patient carried it in his pocket and forgot to have it filled.
It had its uses though
He used it for 2 years as a railroad pass.
It got him into movies a baseball park and once into the symphony.
He got a raise at work after showing it as a note from the boss.
One day he mislaid  it and it was picked up by his daughter who got a
conservatory scholarship playing the piano from it.

I gotta say That's some good doctor.
----------------------------------------------------------

Two women were talking
One asked: How is it pronounced Ha wa ii or Ha va ii

Ha va ii

Thank you.

You're velcome

xoxoxoxoxox

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Number 4 - The Heavy Number



















Here are 4 more dolls I collected over the years.
The little orange one is a hand puppet.
The one on the left is wearing traditional Chinese shoes they
wore way back when.
They look like a nice little family in their traditional costumes.

They came in a group of 4 and Chinese people put a lot of value in numbers.
To us,
Number 4 is related to the 4th Day of creation, when God completed the universe,
to include the sun , moon and stars, which separated night and day and gave us time.

Time gave us calendars, years and seasons.

In the 10 Commandments the number 4 is a Sabbath Day.

Eve is only mentioned 4 times in the Bible.

The Garden of Eden had a river which parted into 4 other rivers.

When Jesus hung on the cross, the soldiers divided his clothes into 4 parts,
one for each soldier.

God has 4 witnesses: miracles, wonders, signs and gifts of the Holy Spirit.

Rainbows are mentioned 4 times in the Bible

Ezekiel had a wheel in the middle of a wheel vision, where he saw
4 living creatures carrying a throne with 4 sides and 4 wheels.
Each creature had 4 faces and 4 wings.
 Scary.

Later Ezekial had to proclaim to Israel
of the end coming to 4 corners of the land.

The Elders were asked  to repent
or else 4 judgements would come upon them dealing with sword, famine,
 wild beasts and pestilence.
 4 = death with the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse
4 last things death judgement hell and glory
the 4 horns of the altar in daniel

 One has to shudder at the weight number 4 carries.

The number 400 is a symbol of a divine perfect time period.

This is what God said to him (Abraham, the father of the faithful): 'Your descendants will live in a foreign country, where they will be slaves and will be badly treated for four hundred years. (Acts 7:6)

When Abrahams' wife died at 127 years of age, Abraham bought a cave in Hebron for 400 shekels of silver. He was buried there as well at 175.
Isaac and Rebekah, his wife, were also buried there. (4 people.)

Interesting.

In China number 8 is the luckiest number.
They don't like number 4 cause it sounds like their word for death nor do they like number 13.
Number 2 implies harmony and germination. They speak of couples.
Number 7 implies holiness and mystery
Number 9 implies longevity and eternity. Lovers send 99 roses for everlasting love.

 While we fight over the existence of God,
by 2030, it's expected, China's total Christian population, including Catholics, will exceed 247 million, placing it above Mexico, Brazil and the United States as the largest Christian congregation in the world.
"Mao tse tung,  failed to kill God.

I don't know.
God works in mysterious ways lol

I guess I should make these dolls a family of 3 with an Actress Auntie. lol

3 indicates multiples. It represents Buddha, Dharma and Bonze, so people toll the bell three times to worship Buddha and pray for the removal of calamities with 3 sticks of incense.

The Auntie puppet, is number 1, which is also lucky.
Lao Zi  says it is the closest to creation.

‘The Way gave birth to unity; unity gave birth to duality; duality gave birth to trinity and trinity gave birth to the myriad creatures.’ 

Here the Taoist word ‘Unity’ means ‘1’ and represents the mother of all creatures.

The last few days we've been watching Genocide without realizing that this is all about ideologies  land and money rather than people. Look how much blood was spilt for nothing, at this site.
http://necrometrics.com/20c5m.htm

We are not going about it the right way if we want to heal wounds.
No wonder mystics go into seclusion. They say there can be no solution here.
All people want to do is argue.

Have a wonderful day.

xoxoxoxoxxo







Saturday, April 25, 2015

Tell Me A Story

























Stories were always my favorite things since I loved books
and ravenously read so many of them.
If I didn't have a good book to read my kids, I would make up a story.
Sometimes I wish I taped my stories cause when my kids would ask to
tell it to them again, I never could.
We'd lie late into the night, me talking and expressing every detail,
 with my eyes , voice, mouth,and hand motions, watching my kids listening with
 huge eyes and  smile.
Sometimes a little hand would stretch up and stroke my face and eye brows
and I'd think:
 Nope. They are not sleepy yet. lol
 Sometimes they'd laugh and laugh and laugh.
Little children laughing, is music to the ears.

Sometimes I talked and talked until I felt sleepy and my eyes would close.
 I'd drift off into the story, while my kids would still be listening for more and
more and more.

These are times I cherished most of all with my kids.
Stories, pictures, the turning of each page with so much anticipation.
The kids would absorb and relish every word.
I wouldn't change those days for all the money in China, as they say. lol

I was looking through this Little Golden Book Thumbelina and all those days
came flooding back to me .

Yes. Things have advanced a lot for children today.
 They make movies and cartoons even parents love watching but I will never change the days
when parents could bond with their kids the way we did.
It made for closeness where age never mattered.

Grand parents continued stories with their grand children.
Parents died at home with their kids and not many were sent away to old folks homes.
Today, we have a throw away society where nothing and no one is valued.
Prices go sky high taking care of people who just need a good meal and a warm bed.

I took care of my Grand mother and Mother and people would raise their eye brows, as if
I was doing something unheard of.
I would raise mine thinking.... you mean you wouldnt?
How is that possible?
I guess when you lose faith, you lose many other things.
 They are just not that important anymore.

You live and then you die once the purpose for your life is over.
You get to wonder why young people would want children, if everything is just going to be
a mechanical thing one has to do?
Why would any one want to marry or stick around to watch kids grow?
Today they make jokes about 10 year relationships which means the thoughts are already there.
Love plays no part as people decide they live how they feel and only how they feel matters.
They joke but the jokes are not funny anymore.

Life has debased so much that they put on the internet stuff like:
" Anna Kendrick wants more nudity on Game of Thrones."
Ah.... Why? Why is this important for people to know?

Then I think, well I was blessed in so many ways and there is nothing much any one can do
if the future is run on technology, while still expecting humanity.
Humanity will also decline,
as people become the machines they make.

Now that's a book. lol

Have a good one.
xoxoxoxoxox



Friday, April 24, 2015

Shopping Fever.





Woke up to rain again.
Yesterday I made this little bunny going shopping, from scraps
laying in front of my eyes. I figured, why throw them away.
 Today every little piece costs money. I have become very frugal these days.
Must be age.
My son is not so particular. He says garbage is garbage and is quick to
 dump things. I use every thing .

Kids today have things easy as opposed to us in our days when pennies
 had to be counted, and parents were tough. My allowance was 25cents a week.
So with that you could buy 5 cent bags of chips, with free bag coupons inside
or you could collect 4 weeks and afford to buy your Mother a pack of needles
for Mothers' Day. One store owner must have received every bag with
a free bag coupon inside. We kept going back every two minutes until we felt
 sorry for her and went to another store to redeem our coupons and the other store
 bags had none.
 Since my Mom didn't sew, I now think maybe needles was not an
appropriate gift but then what else could you buy for $1.00 at a corner store?
Our corner store owner was a very nice man. I think he had a part time job
as a bookie betting on horse races.
 We had Blue Bonnets horse racing back then.
Anyway, it was the thought that counted.
Right Mom? ;)

Later my allowance went up to a dollar a week.
With 4.00 dollars I could afford better gifts.lol
It took a lot of planning in those days.
Then as I got older, it went up to $7.00 and then $14.00 which
I added to with babysitting money.
By the time I got to college my Dad handed me my bank book with the money
they saved up for me over the years and told me to add to it and keep that balance.
That way I would always have money. It was good advice and made me
 feel good about myself.

I remember our neighbor boys ran around collecting bottles and bringing in
those for cash. Three boys would sit around the table counting their earnings and
arguing how much money each one should get.
These boys grew up to become Chartered Accountants lol

Have nothing much to say so just putting up a picture to cheer people up.
and wish them a GREAT DAY!

xoxoxoxoxo

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Elegance


























Life can be elegant.
I love reading old novels and looking at old pictures. People used to spend a lot of time
making sure that when they went out, they looked  their best.
I love the hair styles and the number of under garments made sure
a woman always stayed very warm.
It was not all about corsets either.

I remember as a little girl my Grand Mother made me a green velveteen
dress. It was one of my favorite dresses and I loved wearing it.
Looking at this doll reminds me of those days and I kinda miss
seeing people not dressing like this anymore.

We paid attention to shoes and wore gloves, as my grand mother said
 apart from helping keep germs away, they kept a womans' hands clean and white.
Everything had to match. Shoes, dress, coat, hat, and even the purse.
So it never ended with just a dress.

Hats were to keep faces from getting sun burnt and kept a womans' face looking
young for a long time.

Technology wasn't there yet and it was harder to take showers and baths,
but this ensured a woman took extra special time, to look after herself.
Perfumes, powders, were used a lot and many scents were made at home from
herbs and flowers growing in local fields and gardens.

Every household had special cups and saucers for afternoon tea, on tables covered in crochet
table cloths and doilies. Etiquette was a sign of fine breeding.

This was a womans' world and men delighted in sharing this world with a fine woman.

Today things are a lot less formal. People spend a lot on brand names while clothes are still made
by low cost factories elsewhere. So people like Chloe, become multimillionaires over night, while so many other good designers are not so lucky and can't make sewing a living making overpriced clothes people would not want to spend on, when brand names could be bought cheaper coming from poor countries
Stores close down and material is harder and harder to find, unless you buy in bulk or over pay.
Today hobbies like sewing and knitting and embroidery, are killed by high prices.
 We used to make our own patterns to embroider, using a paper pencil and and iron. Today
you need to pay 19 dollars up, for an embroidery kit and lose out on choice of material and thread to be used.
Thread has become very expensive. By the time you collect everything needed to do a project,
you can buy three times over what you intend to make at a store buying mass produced items.
It makes you wonder how other countries can get things to make and ship and pay salaries, for you to buy here in Canada,for a dollar. This means we over pay for most raw material, things we buy.
It also means that people work for nothing over seas and we  work for nothing in our countries, buying things we can't afford to make for that price.

I miss seeing a corner dress shop where a woman could go in and design her own, made to measure dress, from her own material. It allowed for many local  jobs, including for those people who made lace and edgings. Retired women would always have a job doing things they loved and still could do,
all by hand and when a woman wore her clothes, they were unique, and a lot better made, than what they sell in stores today, as brand name clothing.A lot of people took pride in the things they did
and all around, a happy customer made for many good vibes in a community.

I guess we can't go back in time when a persons hands were golden, producing things of value
that were treasured and handed down Mother to daughter, but looking at this doll makes me think that women sure are missing out in social graces,etiquette and couture, which made every day worth
looking forward to.
xoxoxoxoxxo



Monday, April 20, 2015

Nesting Soul


Seems life is like a nesting doll .
You never know how much of yourself you have inside, to stir up.
A better example shows that if you take a glass of dirty water and let it sit,
the sediment inside will fall to the bottom and the water will be clean.

Then you take a spoon and stir it up and the water will be dirty again.

You can't blame the spoon for stirring up dirt that is already in the water.
and this is how life is when it comes to sin.
When we work, God rests and when we rest, God works.

People sin and people die as a result of their sins.
Man made laws are out there to control the sins.
Laws are like the spoon which stirs things up inside of people.
 People break laws and die and then they resurrect.

Once the spirit breaks off from this world, it belongs to God and
if it returns to the body, we have to ask who does it belong to?
It still belongs to God.
 It no longer belongs to worldly laws that govern us.
It no longer belongs to husbands or wives, mothers or fathers, or to nations.

 As a spiritual being, it is free to follow Gods' laws without sin.
This basically is an explanation  as to why Christ died for us and then resurrected.
He took the sins of this world, died and resurrected a spiritual being, without sin.
He showed us that it can be done.
We can be happy in physical form, without sin, when the spirit belongs to God.
There is no spoon or laws to stir up sin.

I could relate this some how,  to what happened in these woods.
Could they be as precious to me now, as sinless as the world I ran away from?
Seems dirt is swirled no matter where we try to hide away from it.

I gazed at the these wonderful men who were my guardian angels and saved my life
while trying to up hold man laws against the sinners. I tried to look beyond Burts' eyes
and then there were the haunting eyes of James, the last time I saw him.
The eyes are truly the windows to the soul where the spirit lives.

James didn't make it to the cabin that day. Burt stayed on as things settled down.
A week had gone by when I heard a Jeep making its' way in.
James got out and we stood there looking at each other a long time.

He shrugged and walked over slowly .
I had to come and apologize. 
I didn't want to mislead you.


It's Ok. I know the whole story now.
You had a job to do and I didn't make it easy on you.
I shuffled the ground under my feet.

James took my hand.My name is Kevin Hall
and I'd sure like to be your friend.

Emotions are not things I am good at. I never could control them.
I turned to hide the tears just so Burt could see them.
I flushed even more and trudged into the cabin.

Come have some coffee!

I took control of myself filling cups while the two men who meant the most to me,
stood by quietly.

Ok ......well , let's forget it all and start again. Er.......by the way......

Did I tell you my name is not Eleanor?..............

xoxoxoxo






Dynasty Doll.


 Can you imagine.?
I had my own guardian watching over me.
It was all I could do to stop myself from crying.

 This was like a dynasty story inside a feudal system,
where one Lord fought another, for power and control and we the people,
with our horses and cows, got stuck in the middle.

Burt!!

I felt betrayed by the people I trusted the most and my body began
 shaking of its own accord. It was catching up to me fast.

Ell, I tried to get you to go home but you are one of the most stubbornest chicks I've ever me.

So what was all this about?

Drugs. You name it, they were into it. It was a big organization.

They killed Luke thinking it was James, so we switched the bodies. You could not
recognize the face, it being so bruised and mutilated.
We told every one it was James who died, to get them off track.

So who was Luke?

He was the other agent working with James.

And you????

Well I was Burt, the old hick in the woods. he laughed.

So your name is not Burt?

No . Sorry. I'm Michael Burner. Glad to meet you finally.

Burt began to make a fire in the stove and to put on the coffee, like nothing happened.
He snuck in some brandy into the coffee to calm me down.

So did you finally catch them?

Yes, we were ready this time.
Listen. Don't worry about the mess,
You will be more than compensated for all this trouble.
We have been after these guys a long time.

So what were the helicopters all about?

It was a meeting place they had up there on Bear to exchange the drugs for cash.
Luke and James had to play two roles and one of them was to be part of the group.
Then they found you here and this was added responsibility to keep you safe.
You don't want to mix up with men who are high on drugs.
 Especially not those men.

Things were beginning to clear up in my head.

So two animals died for nothing? What did they want with me?

They knew James and Luke were here since they came with a cow.
James had a key to a bank vault. It was small so he hid it in his watch.
They were looking for it a long time. They thought maybe the animals swallowed it.
James gave the watch to Luke and when they beat Luke up he must have lost the watch in the 
water.
Then we found Luke and took him to the hospital. 
It made head lines so naturally you had to be hit again but this time,
 we were waiting for them.

 Then they wanted to get James for betraying them and he rushed over here to get you out

before you were hurt and lead them away, where we could get the last of them.
Luckily, it all turned out well.

Where is James now?

He'll be along. He is just finishing up.
He sure is glad this case is over.

I hmmfed to this. I bet.

The cabin was full of policemen.
They helped to pick stuff up and put them back into place. They dusted for finger prints
They took the broken radio.
It was like being invaded all over again with people sifting through
 all your private things not that there was much but my paintings were damaged.
Luckily the one of Burt was ok and now that I remembered I told Burt to wait and went out into the barn.
The horses were back inside with the babies as was Mama Jersey.

I dusted off the painting and returned to the cabin.

Here. I painted this for you. I'll have to change the name.

Burt took the painting and looked at it a long time.

You are a treasure. You did this so well. 
No. No I don't want you to change a thing. Burt is fine.

I saw him kinda tear up as he wiped his nose.
He passed the painting to the guys to see.

I'm going to miss living with you. This was the best job I ever had.

I shrugged. It was all disappointing.
Well we can still be friends. Or was this an act too?

Oh no dear girl. That was no act. To be sure we can still be friends.
I'd like that a lot.Besides I'll be retiring and will have plenty of time on my hands.
Maybe you can come out and visit me too.

Burt was not in a rush and he sat  on the couch just as if he belonged there.
We looked and smiled at each other through sad, knowledgeable eyes.
xoxoxoxo









Sunday, April 19, 2015

Watchin Over You.




Burt was very good to spend evenings with.
 We had music, thanks to his harmonica and guitar .
We would sing songs and I'd even put in a dance or two.

 Savannah finally gave birth to a beautiful foal we named Smoochy,
 who learned quickly from Beau how to smile.
She seemed to have his bratty spirit.

 Jersey gave birth too, to a young whipper snapper,
 who loved kicking his heals up.
We called him Chicklett.

 Watching the two babies frolic, as their Mommies watched,
was beautiful to behold.

 Burt went into the hills to hunt a few days at a time and
Beau and I did our shows and prepared for winter .
We had some great times in the cabin until Burt got a letter .
 His son fell on the ice and broke his leg, so he decided to go and
 help out where he could.

 I packed his bag with some of our preserves, since you can't buy stuff
 like this in stores.
 Suddenly it became very lonely and quiet.
 Chores were doubled up by now.
 Loneliness forced a  move to paint, into the barn, so as to have company.

Thinking it would be nice to make a gift of it , Burts' portrait was the first thing I did.

 Before long canvasses lay with mountains and rivers and cabins
and cows and horses. Some had bunnies under cabbages and chickens
 under hooves,and of course cocks make the best paintings
since they are so colorful.
 At least my Cornelius was, with long red
plumes along side golden and black feathers and a white neck which fluffed up.
He was a wonderful artist too when he crowed every morning.
 He took such delight in it.

 It was on one of these painting evenings that the barn door opened and a
 man stumbled in..... James !!!
 All I could keep repeating was James .....in disbelieve.

James, you're dead!

 No! No, I'm not. Listen Eleanor. Do you still have my rifle?

 Yes.

Where is it?

 In the tool cabinet.

James rushed over to the tool cabinet and grabbed it along with the bag of ammo.
 He came and grabbed me by the shoulders.

Ok, now listen. Did you by any chance find my watch?

As a matter of fact I did up in Bear, in the creek, by the waterfall.

 Great! Where is it?

 In the bag with the ammo. I wanted to give it back to your family when next I saw them.
 But then you are not James are you?

Yes. I am. I'll explain later.

 Then who was it that died?

 Luke. Listen Eleanor. You have to get out of here.

 Nothing doing. I'm fine here. You get out.

 Listen.
With a sense of urgency, he grabbed my coat and shoved it on me.
 Sweat covered his brow.

Just for a little while till they begin to follow my trail.

 Who is they?

 The people I've been investigating. I'll explain later. Go! Go ! Go!
He began shoving me out the back door.

 Oh no! Not without my family!
Last time you cost me a donkey and a cow.

I grabbed blankets, Beau, Savannah and Jersey, knowing the babies would follow, and opened the barn door to the coral.
 I pulled my gems out into the forest to hide behind the cedars hoping their feet would camouflage my boot prints.
I knew the other cows would go outside into the coral so it would look natural just in case they decided to put the barn on fire.

 Shivering , from a distance, I saw ski doos approach and men running around, ransacking everything in their way. Not liking what I saw, I pulled Beau ,Savannah and Jersey further into the woods.
Huge fluffy snow flakes began to tumble from the sky.  It was a blessing in that it would cover the tracks and made sure that the night would not be so cold.

 Safety first, pushed me forward to a clump of old cedars  behind some rock cliffs . They offered refuge by cutting off the wind and some soft , pine needle, bedding .
 Luckily the horses had winter blankets over them but Jersey and her calf were cold.
 . I got the youngsters to lie down beside me and together we kept warm the rest of the night ,
under the blankets I had.

When the sun came up, I pulled my troupe back towards home. It seemed like every one had gone but one couldn't be sure. So after tying the horses, I tiptoed over to the barn .
The other cows were safe but everything was turned upside down.
 Quickly trying to salvage what I could of my paintings while swearing under my breath,
 I then sneaked towards the cabin. From what I could see from the windows, no one was there.
The kitchen area was a mess. bedding every where, and this time, they managed to find my radio room and smashed the only thing I had, to contact me to the outside world.

Good thing, I was smart enough not to leave my Harley this time, in the barn. It was hidden
 safely under tarp and plastic covered by brush.
 It made me mad. It takes a lot to get me mad and ...........I knew......... I was mad.
 I got soo mad I thought if I saw any one of these people again, I'd kill them for sure.
In my head I began to make plans to booby trap my home if anything like this happened again.
Of course this is sick thinking. Just imagine tripping your own booby trap. Ugh!

 Ok, I knew I wouldn't, but don't push me. Damn that James. Why did he come here?
 I sat down feeling hopelessness creep all over me.

Picking up the pieces of radio I wondered if I could fix it enough to work.
 I had to try. Over an hour later it was just about done when I heard motors outside.
Hunching myself  as small as could be, I held my breath inside a cabinet hoping they were not going to go into another trashing spree.
Men were  talking outside.

 What a mess. Do you think they killed her?

 Don't see a body.

Maybe in the barn? Jack, go look in the barn.

 Ok.

 Then I heard Burts' voice. Eleanor! Ell! and other voices calling out to me. Squirming out of the cabinet, I hesitantly showed myself.

Burt?

 Burt ran up to me and grabbed my arm to give me a hug.

 Oh boy, am I glad you are safe!

I looked at him and asked: Are you a part of all this?

 Well kinda.

 I was supposed to protect you.

 Protect me?

 xoxoxoxox

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Living the Good Life

Made sandwiches for supper from fresh tomatoes , shallots and
cheese complimented by fried eggs and boiled ham.
 Burt was a gem. Never complained and ate with gusto.

 Maybe you should do what the Officer suggested Ell and go live with your parents or maybe some friends for a while. I can't be of much use if someone comes looking for trouble.

 I laughed.
It's a funny thing.
You know how kids always want to live on their own?
 Well my friend did just that. She moved to an apartment she shared with her friend.
 Everything seemed fine for a while, until her friend let her friends come over.
They slumped every where, emptied the fridge, sat there and watched you if you ate without sharing.
They played loud music so doing home work was impossible

 It got to the point they would raid her room and help themselves to what ever.
 None of them had jobs. My friend told her friend that this would not do and was told that she was selfish.
 When people need help, we should help them.

 My friend told her that if they have money for drugs, they have money for other things and besides the rent is shared between 2 people not 10 and one should be able to sleep in ones' own room in ones' own bed and not have to share ones' clothes, DVD's and whatever else they help themselves to without permission.

After visiting her a few times, I knew this was not for me.
 Since they had a contract signed by two people, it was hard to leave. She had to put locks on her bedroom door and kept a fridge in her bedroom.
There was constant tension, no peace, no alone time.
Bathroom was always busy as they used the tub to sleep in.

So I moved out here and had fun building my own cabin.
 It's been good until now. It's ok to help people in trouble but good manners is always an asset and people should have some.
 I thought James was a very thoughtful person and this is what makes this whole thing very difficult.

Anyway, a pair of extra ears always helps Burt. I am kinda glad you are staying here.

Burt grinned. Ya my kids were the same. Every one wants to grow up fast. You keep tellin them to slow down. Life seems to go even faster today, than in my time. I remember when they sold homes, not real estate. When they sold Insurance like Allstate, you were in good hands. You worked to raise families, not divorce. Heck I listen to jokes today and they aren't funny. Coming out of comedian mouths who supposedly make fun of their experiences, makes you feel sad and here people are laughing.
 Well now that Jesse is gone, I have no purpose to stay. Can't go back into the woods.

Well, where do you usually go?

Oh I have a son and daughter. They always tell me to stay but they are busy with their own lives. The kids are quite active and noisy and I don't mind baby sitting, but I do enjoy the peace and fresh air of the wilderness.
 I like it here just as much as you do.

Well then stay. I will get my cycle back. There's plenty of food, wood for the fireplace. You could still hunt and sew up your pelts and go fishing. The river never freezes out here.

Well maybe for a while. I hate leaving you alone right now.

 The air was cool and fresh as we slept through the night but dawn was
awakened by military copters.
The RCMP was in full swing just as we expected.
You couldn't help think that something was a miss. What were they not telling us?

 As I went out to tend to my chores I saw out in the distance, my old friend Yawny.

Now what brought him out here?

Go away stupid wolf! Go away before they kill you!!!

 but all my efforts to convince him to leave were futile.
He just sat there, golden and gorgeous.

 My good ol faithful friend. Are you here to take care of me again?

 My heart felt heavy and sad as I picked my vegetables for the day and planted more seeds.
 I stood by the coral watching Beau and he came over to nudge at me.
 I hugged his neck feeling his strength and utter trust.

 I love you too, I thought. More than you will ever know.

 As I turned to leave, Beau came and gave me a hard push from behind.
 I turned around to look at him and his playfulness reminded me of who we were.

 Ok I get it. Get over it right?
 As usual, you are always right my friend.
. Always right.
 I grabbed a bucket of oats and alfalfa and spread them in the food trough and let the cows out to graze.

 The smell of coffee permeated the air and soon breakfast of pancakes, jam, fried eggs, packed with shallots, tomatoes, and mushrooms, quick buns and sliced cucumber lay spread out on the table.

 I could see Burts' nostrils flare as he slept on the bed. He made me laugh.

 Ok, I know you are awake. Come an get it.

Thought you would never ask . He smiled and jumped up like a boy of 15.

Ah... Go wash up? Obediently he went outside and wet himself with water.

 It was nice to have someone to cook for. but dishes as usual were not fun to wash.
I cleaned the soup pot and filled it with water . A good broth was always welcome. A few slices of bacon, and garlic were boiled. Soon potatoes, carrots, and lentils were added.

 Burt went out with his fishing hat and soon he brought back a few nice bass which I immediately cleaned and fried with onions. Wood had to be chopped and prepared for winter. Barn had to be stacked with hay.

 I harnessed a cow to the mower and soon we had tons of nice hay to stack away in the loft. Being in a valley had its' good points cause the snow did not stay long and there was always grass to chew out in the field.
 The bunnies mass produced like crazy.
 It was all we could do to make cages for them since mama's had to be kept away from the papas to raise babies.
We did not have to worry about eggs or chickens or rabbit for winter. Who knows, maybe next year we could add duck to the menu.
 The pens were all surrounded by used hay which kept them all warm in winter no matter how cold it got.
 I guess it also kept predators away since they could not smell them out.

We collected wild berries and jars of jam filled our coffers and then there were the pickled and dry mushrooms.and even pickles and pickled tomatoes with cauliflour, peppers and broccoli.
 Then we made tomato sauces in jars.
 Burt knew all about mushrooms and he showed me which ones were edible.

 Four hands was a lot better than two. After a nice hard days work, one felt good.
Good food. Fresh air. Peace and quiet and a wonderful winter wonderland to look out at ....could heaven be any better?

 Burt worked on his pelts making moccasins, mittens, and hats. He made beautiful leather pouches. I worked on my paintings and since we had a lot of clay, I learned to make puppets of forest little people which I dressed up from old fleece blankets.
They looked cute and impish and I hoped they would sell come spring.
With left over fur pieces I made little woods men .
They were carved out of cedar.

 My Harley came back good as new and with a few chains on the tires, we were able to use it in winter. News got around about all the trouble we had in the fall and soon we had another pregnant Pinto horse and a pregnant jersey cow added to our family.
 People sent animal food and people food.

 Burt was really touched by the gift of the Pinto. Her name was Savannah and she was 13 years old and to have a little one around her, was surely a blessing.

Every day I'd say hello to Yawny. He didn't seem to want anything and was just happy to watch us from afar.
 By Christmas, we managed to get a tree outside in a wooden container.
 I had lots of wicks in jars filled with oil and water to hang outside and light on Christmas Eve.
 We also made seed balls for the birds from honey oats and fat.
 Burt had his own room now since it was stupid to sleep on a couch.
He wasn't a visitor.
 Things couldn't have been nicer.
 xoxoxoxox