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.
Here is the link to a wonderful story from the WashingtonPost, about an Octopus who made a miraculous and complicated escape from the aquarium in which he was being held in New Zealand. The headline reads: “Octopus slips out of aquarium tank, crawls across the floor, escapes down pipe to ocean.” This story may rival Rocky…either that or I need to get out more.
Here’s a scrap of rhyme from one of my notebooks, Wordle #124, from last October’s prompt in MindLoveMisery’s post. I would apologize for the delay, but here it is anyway….better late than never.
A grey Cygnet has lost its Mum
adrift on a branch of fennel.
A tad of soft nectar escaped from a bloom
inexplicably left by a passing Sparrow…
serves well as emergency forage
against hunger pangs, until Mama’s return
to bandage the Cygnet’s distress.
The sunlight reflects beams of light
which belie the clarity of vitrified matter
embodied in clear bubbles of resin.
© Sometimes, 2017
I am compelled to re-post this photo of MAWKIN and a cat poem from last year. In this shot he was observing our efforts to clean the garage.
(Day 14, 2017).
A poem about Cats.
what they should do
in order to prepare
to guarantee lasting comfort
by proving their superiority
to guarantee lasting comfort
in order to prepare
what they should do
© Sometimes, 2017
Wow! This incident should serve to tell that hunter something… it sure would give ME pause…
On the next road over there were some people who had a small farm where they raised a few cattle, and once a pregnant deer leaped over a fence and into the protected yard, which was in a triangle formed by two highways overhead. The deer had a baby deer, a fawn. The local newspapers featured stories about these people for years. The little deer stayed on and grew up with the cows. Then a buck showed up one time and whisked the Fawn off of her feet, so to speak, and eloped into Nature. The farmer’s wife cried and cried. Then after a year or so the Deer returned just as she had disappeared. It was a happy happy day!
This is my version of a sort of a legnd in our area of Ohio…I am not sure what became of the Deer after that . We used to drive past the property whenever coming from “uptown” to see if the Fawn/Deer was there…and were delighted when indeed there she was, usually close in among the cattle. I personally saw the Deer numerous times.
The hunter in the story admits that he was quite taken with the Buck, which came up to him to have his ears scratched. He said he couldn’t shoot this deer.
Once I watched a rocket launch from under a blanket…our TV set was ancient and the light was very dim, so unless the room was almost dark the image on the set was barely visible. I’m not sure of the year, or which of the early missions it was. My whole life back in those days, between 1957 and about 1965 , are catalogued according to babies that joined our little family.
Our oldest was just a few months old, and we were living in a trailer park outside of the base of Fort Hood, Texas. Our tiny television set was on a high shelf, and we had to stand right next to it in order to see anything in much detail. In the interest of accuracy, by the time the Soviets launched Sputnick in October 1957, my daughter was five months old, and we were stationed at the Oklahoma Military Academy, where facilities had been set up to accommodate army insturctors. We lived there for a year and a half.
Our connection to the United States Army accounted for much of my interest in space travel and life on other planets, and all kinds of innovative gadgets and scenarios that actually would become History within my lifetime. I have always been an avid fan of Science Fiction, and was working my way through the library shelves reading everything I could dealing with outer space. The only other book that occupied as much or more of my time during that era was Dr. Benjamin Spock’s Baby and Child Care, having literally worn out my original copy of the Baby Manual.
So with that setting, the events leading up to the great space race between the United States and the Soviet Union were high on my “interests lists.” The Cold War was alive and well, and a source of vast panic and hysteria for young military wives, who feared the bell ringing in the night would be a call for hubby to go somewhere and do something to fight The Russians.
So it was with great interest and intrepidation that I pretty much stayed glued to the TV after the hoopla of the Russians having beaten us to the draw in launching a rocket, and then a month later…a dog named Laika, thus becoming the first Earth Creature ever to attempt space travel.
In January of 1958 we were absolutely ecstatic when th United States Army Ballastic Missile Agency sent up the first U.S. satellite into orbit.
Here’s a Timeline borrowed from the NASA site. For the entire timeline, please go to https://www.archives.gov/research/alic/reference/space-timeline.html
[The space saga continues… .]
Sitting on the swing, and swinging, with Peggy
half asleep and full of bliss
and thinking about something I may have never
thought about before —except maybe in English class
back in the distant days of schooling.
In a daydreaming state, defying description,
except for some beautiful words:
words with lovely meanings of warmth and comfort
and a glorious state of well-being.
Getting to an upright position, from such a lap of luxury,
after napping on a swing on the last day of Summer
is a fete of accomplishment in itself!
limbs sleeping and creaking
glad to be alive!
(Here’s a Wikipedia post that is a must for people who like Gerunds and the like.)
A Maine-Coon. He is huge but his Vet says he is “not obese.” She predicted his size when she first met him when he was a scrawny little thing I rescued from the barn. Referring to my other cats, the Vet said “they might want to be nice to him, because he’s going to be a big boy!” He is now in his fifteenth year.
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