Moby was completely black in color, here in his advanced age (17 or so) he has some graying that shows up light in the sunlight. These photos were taken in September 2017. He died in January of 2018. (©Sometimes, 2018)
Toby is a tabby cat, he’s graced these pages before. He is our oldest cat, or one of them, as his sister Pearl is the same age. They are about 12 years old. (©Sometimes, 2018)
Here are some shots of my current cat shelter. It has been very cold this year so far, and my walk-in contraption works great. The outside cats enter from the top of the storage-box shelter roof. Two cats live in this structure, Peggy and Cat Henry.
(photos ©Sometimes, 2018.)
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This blog just came to my attention this morning, and its my favorite blog today. Thanks SO much for the re-blog Ellie Haretuko…and for following my blog.
I recently read a study conducted in 1952. Reliability and the actual occurrence of the study even taking place was called into question, that it may just be a myth. Regardless the study enthralled me and mythical or not I enjoyed it. Here’s the gist of it.
Scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropping them in the sand for the monkeys to collect. The monkeys loved the potatoes but hated the sand. One of the monkeys realised that she could rectify the problem by washing the sand off in the nearby stream, she taught the other monkeys. Through imitation they were able to learn. Now this in itself isn’t an anomaly, these creatures are intelligent and able to learn. What was surprising was that colonies of monkeys on other islands began doing the exact same thing without any ability to imitate through observation, as they were on neighbouring islands…
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First published here in February 2015. I do find this whole situation to be pertinent though…even now in May 2017….I guess I never learn!
When I lose something…or more accurately have misplaced it…there is no rest for me or anyone near me, until the missing item has reappeared. I do believe in the old prayer to St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost things, or is he the saint of the people who have LOST something?
Either way, I am not ashamed to say that the quickest way to recovery is to recite some version of the verse: This one was told to me by a stranger at the flea market when I was out there selling books:
Tony, Tony, Tony…Something’s lost and can’t be found,
Please help me find it when I turn around.
Many things have been recovered soon after pleading with St. Anthony for help. Finding lost keys are a specialty of the Saint’s, and various and sundry other missing things have been recovered….not only by me, but by various other believers.
Once I even found a silver bracelet that I had lost in the garage. I had been sorting books and must have caught the edge of the cuff bracelet, causing it to slip off of my wrist. That was a mad search, which included a grocery store, pharmacy, restaurant, and several other places. My evil twin even suggested the possibility that some unscrupulous clerk had pocketed my bracelet. (I didn’t really believe that myself, as I have a basic belief in the goodness of people.) The bracelet turned up after several calls to St. Anthony…and an email friend who is a Tarot card reader of some note, and also has a reputation for finding lost things.
Hmm… maybe that’s why it took the Tony, Tony, Tony thing so long. I found the bracelet under a chair, behind a stack of picture frames, under a few boxes of flea market stuff…and a plastic red tablecloth, which may or may not have been key. Just sayin’….
THE CURRENT EMERGENCY SEARCH was one that I have entirely too often. I mentioned in an earlier post, about how I handle my book inventory. Although I was bragging about how well my alphabetical inventory system works, I did include a caveat that IF a given book was not where it was supposed to be… in this case #1746–which should have been between 1745 and 1747, but was not.
Now, this has to be a case of Murphy’s Law of Inventories, because this was the exact book that a customer ordered. It was a book about making Art items from Buttons (the kind on shirts,) and I distinctly remembered being in the book room holding the book and thinking “how mundane.” Yes, that’s what I forget for being judgemental. I also recall my son coming in with his current emergency, pinning his church “Usher” badge to his shirt, and I had to leave the room–with the book in hand–and debating where to shelve it temporarily.
As luck would have it, the very next order that came in was for THAT VERY BOOK. Thus the mad search was on. I have books all over the house, some already inventoried, most not. To cut to the chase, I found the Button book within two feet of my left arm, on a shelf where I keep books that for one reason or another are in a “waiting” status.
I had looked in the very spot several times. It was much smaller than I had remembered it, and had slipped partially behind two neighboring books: one on Tai Chi, and one on Ribbon crafts. The inventory numbers matched several books in the immediate space.
This whole situation where a given book is not readily located happens too often to be coincidental. There are nearly three thousands books in my inventory, on shelves, in order. WHY is the one on order frequently misplaced?
I guess I’ll have to ask St. Anthony that question.
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When I built my house in the middle of the cabbage patch about sixteen years ago (with my little hammer and nails) I decided to preserve a patch of former farm land to create a garden area. Envisioning trails and paths through tall stately trees, flowering shrubs and perennials, I set out to physically dig out certain areas to accommodate raised beds of Boxwood and Myrtle, Winterberry and Rhododendron.
The size of the Tree Garden is approximately 80 feet by maybe 40 feet. The patch was really an area behind my house and in front of the barn, where my late husband and his family had farmed for half a century before my time. The land had been part of about 12 acres on which all kinds of crops: cabbage, corn, tomatoes, cauliflower, apples, rhubarb, onions, garlic…and various other foods like herbs and lettuce.
The land was split up, with four acres or more going to the state of Ohio for a highway, selling of 13 acres to neighbors in the land-locked parcel on the other side, leaving 8 1/2 acres including our original house. When my husband died in 2000, my daughter and son-in-law bought much of the remainder … and I built a new house to the East. There is still about two acres in a vacant lot, and about an acre and a half where my house is.
So…to get back to the Tree Garden parcel. The piece was pretty much over-growing with saplings and assorted volunteer plants and shrubs. Over the years it was shaped through arbitrary pruning and removal of young trees to form sections which would be cleared and shaped into paths. I intend to include some photos with this post that more or less illustrate what I am trying to do.
For years only the youngest grandkids understood what I was trying to do back there. But as it took shape eventually my vision was better understood.
Now the basic shaping is pretty much workable, as the Maple, Oak, and various trees I am not sure of, became so tall and so big that they needed to be Pruned with a chain-saw. The paths have become clear and discernible, and garden aspects are clearer.
The tall Pampas Grass I planted back there took over, but has now died back, or rather probably the deer trampled it during winter. Originally when I set up the garden I planted some big shrubs like Hawthorne and Black Pussy Willow which flourished then died off probably because of too much shade as the trees grew.
This year (again) I plan (hope) to build an arch from maple-tree-culls cut from the paths. Also I’d like to plant some more perennials, shade ones this time, and paint some signs and plaques and stuff, paint the old bird cage hanging from a tree, resurrect the huge plaster Sun with its ray tips broken off. Hang up some of the wonderful treasures from garage sale junk boxes acquired. Use up some of the numerous plastic/silk flowers in the basement, line the paths with rocks (ha! that ain’t going to happen), and create a couple of seating places back there….which will involve mosquito control.
Big plans….more than likely I’ll spend more time on the blog talking about what I’d like to do. 🙂
Here are some photos taken in the last year or two, with examples of the assortment of critters that live in the Tree Garden and nearby, and some of the “decorations” natural and ornamental. I had to look closely to see the one cat in these photos, a white cat named “coon tail” because he has a striped tail. Peggy is one of my most photogenic outdoor cats, odd she isn’t in any of these pics, but I was choosing from thumbnails so some of the details didn’t show up.