It is with a heavy heart that I regret to say that we lost Phil's Mom on Sunday. She passed peacefully surrounded by her family. Helen lived a full life and left us just shy of her 86th birthday. She was married to Phil's Dad for 60 years. She will be missed by all of us.
This is Charlie. I've been working for the last few days to rescue Charlie from a kill shelter in NYC. You may had seen him on my facebook page. Yesterday, I drove to Staten Island and brought Charlie home just after midnight. Charlie is a love bug, lap cat and a non-stop purr machine. He is also blind. He is 5 years old and has a lot of cat life (and love) left in him.
I was pretty car sick when I got home last night after trying to navigate the Jersey turnpike with a Garmin that wasn't aware of road work, detours and was about 100 yards wrong when it finally said that we had arrived. But Phil being the excellent Cat Dad that he is slept about half of the short (about 4 hours) night on the bathroom floor to make sure Charlie settled in OK. There will be more about Charlie soon. What a brave little fellow to come through so much and still purr. He reminds me a bit of Tommy Cat, the Zen Master. When I saw Charlie's picture, Tommy whispered to me "save him." And we have.
And special thanks to Louise Harmon who saw his picture and said "we can do this" and then spent the better part of several days supporting the process. You're the best!
~When you save a rescue animal you save two. The animal and yourself.
To all my friends in CT. NYC and on Long Island who still don't have electric, I send prayers to the LILCO and CL&P gods that they will soon bless you with power! Being without it sucks! We just got our power back on late this afternoon. My rejoicing scared the kitties off their nap pillows. The hot shower was fabulous! Oh we had some good times. Chinese food by candlelight - romantic except for the fact that we were wearing out coats to keep warm. The hot soup was the best part. I read cookbooks dreaming of the time when my stove would come to life and it would smell like my kitchen again. And we watched West Wing episodes and the movie Hopscotch (don't miss it!) on Phil's laptop.
Even though there was lots of wind, we were very lucky that no trees hit our house. And our basement is dry. My heart goes out to others that were less fortunate!
Little Subi, our Sabaru generator, kept our fridge on and some lights, charged the cell phones and the computer but mostly she was on standby to run the pumps if the basement flooded. Fortunately, we dodged that bullet. Phil was a gem going out in the wind and rain several times a day (and night) to fill her up and keep her going. It was worth the rental price and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Now we are warm and can flush the toilets (a big deal from my point of view), the dish washer is running and the washer will do it's bit tomorrow. I will make soup in the morning and ginger tea scones - just for the aroma! And bread, I miss my fresh baked bread...
But tonight it is Halloween... the night when the witches fly and kids knock on your door...
And scare the crap out of you! Pardon my French, but this is my grandson, Mike - a really nice kid, really, who stands about 6'4" and is dressed as Bane from Batman (which I did not go to see, being chicken). I am so glad he did not come to my door tonight... I love him dearly and this is a great costume but he would have frightened the wits out of me.
And speaking a frightening... it's Nanowrimo time again! 50,000 words in 30 days! If anyone doesn't know about it you can find out more here.
But for those in the know here is a bit of fun from Beth, a member of Nanowrimo. I would like to give more credit here but don't know her last name...
T’was the night before NaNo, and all through the world Ghosties and goblins and writers are heard Moaning and groaning at the frightening sight Of blank screens and notebooks, no ideas in sight.
The Wrimos were pacing, their hearts were sinking 50,000 words? What was I thinking? They heard the haunting “tick, tick, tick, tock” And picked up the stapler to throw at the clock.
They walked to the cabinet and pulled out the brandy Then to the counter to feast on the candy Chocolate and peanut butter. To hell with this diet! Then outside the front door it sounded like a riot.
They stomped to the entry, ready to fight And throw open the door, such a grisly sight. The drink spilled over and they looked out with a glare Crumbs on their shirts, Cheetos in their hair.
The moon shined down on the assembling crowds Dimmed by the shadow of gathering dark clouds But what on the front porch did they hear with a fright “Trick or Treat!” yell the kiddies. It’s All Hallows night!
A vampire! A princess! A pirate! A ghost! A zombie with brains he snacks on the most! A kitten! A monkey! Superheroes and thieves! One brat hits another with a big bag of leaves!
Ideas are soaring! Inspiration abounds! Quick! Where’s a pencil, some paper, a wall? The kids scream for candy but now there’s no time The door slams in their faces, they coat it with slime.
New characters and plots, settings and scenes As hopes for best-sellers sneak into our dreams. The witching hour comes with the chimes for midnight. Happy NaNo’s Eve to all, and to all a good write!
I can't believe I didn't take ONE picture of the party! We had a great time!
Everyone brought something. Great taboli salad, Holly. The wine was exceptional! Thanks, Sheryl. Cheeses were excellent. Thanks, Lee. Rick brought beer, a hit with the guys. And Louise, that was great (and a humongous amount) of coffee! The hamburgers were fun, half cooked on the grill (until we ran out of propane) outside and half cooked inside. The brats were tasty and the rest will be "Bangers & Mashed" tonight. I did take a picture of the quiche I made for the vegetarian contingent - which I will enjoy for lunch today. (I feel unable to post without a picture.)
Well, I'm on the second cup of tea which means that it is time to get to work. I have been very busy this summer and remiss about posting on the sewing front, so I had better get to it but first a wedding quilt... more about that later.
Thanks again to eveyone for their love and support.
Aren't these beautiful flowers? A gift from Phil. I had never seen them before and the photo doesn't really do them justice. When the light is behind them in the morning they glow a magnificent orange. From my kids. Chocolate covered strawberries. Yum! Each strawberry is the size of a golf ball and there has to be a small chocolate bar's worth of chocolate on each one. Since I love dark chocolate they were my favorite. We shared them with Phil's parents and they were a big hit. Phil and his parents, Helen and Bob. It was a good visit. They had a singer, guitar player and his son playing some of the old songs. He was pretty good - although his comments that it was such a nice day that he might go down to the beach later seemed a bit unkind to me since for the most part beach days were a thing of the past for the residents in the nursing home. A little smoked salmon for breakfast, a call from my kids and a visit from friends... Rick, our favorite Reverend. That spectacular hat is a bag that I made with my hand painted fabric. Who knew it would look so good as a hat. It also makes a lovely Egyptian breast plate. There were a few other uses contemplated but ah...maybe we won't mention them here.
It was a fun day. Now I just have to figure out how to spend that Amazon qift certificate I got from the kitties.
Phil has laryngitis, he can barely talk. It would be funny if he didn't feel so bad. He has a sore throat and aches all over. He has all the flu symptoms mixed with a couple of upper respiratory thrown in to boot. As you know, if you have ever had a sick husband, they don't take it very well. Orange juice, hot tea, Aleve, chicken soup, tissues, sympathy, more chicken soup, etc. But nothing works as good as a snug from your favorite kitty. Within minutes they were both sound asleep.
You may well wonder what a Staples basket is doing in my living room. Phil makes a lot of copies for his English classes and we go through a great deal of HP ink. They should give teachers a discount all year through. But when he went out last Saturday for more ink, he was thinking about the Super Bowl. He paid for the ink but walked out with the basket. (I'll bring it back next week...after the cats are done.)
Good thing Phil wasn't in Petco. We could be the proud owners of a fish tank full of guppies...
This is Janson's History of Art. It weighs 57 pounds (almost) and I have to carry it to class. Isn't that wonderful! You may think that that was a facetious remark but it's not! I love school! I applied to UConn to take two classes this semester. Art History and Tracing Your Roots. The class is grand fun and lets me relive the hours spent in art museums here and in Italy & France. I am so lucky to have been to see some of the art in person. I wanted to go to school for art, but my parents insisted on something more practical so I got a degree in Dental Hygiene and Public Health. I went back to school in the 90's and got a (finally) a BFA from CW Post/Long Island University in Painting and Photography. The Tracing Your Roots class is going to be very interesting and I think lots of fun. This is a picture of me and my grand-parents at our summer house in Mattatuck on the North Fork of Long Island. I must have been around five or six. I knew my grandfather's father came from Ireland and I knew that my grandmother was Irish and German and although the german side wasn't mentioned very often, I just found out that my great-great-grandmother's name was Emma and she was born around 1800. Emma, in 1800. How amazing is that!