Monday, April 27, 2009

Don't forget to stop and smell the tulips!


The other day I took the camera out to get a picture of our tulips that had just bloomed. I had to do so quickly not only because it was windy but also because we have a big white dog that has yet to learn not to run through them! But I was reminded of a simple saying when I watched Zoey running around the yard. She was doing 'her job' of ridding the grass of bunny m & m's, sniffing the wood stacks, snapping at bees and picking up killer sticks yet when I approached the tulips she muscled past me so SHE could smell the flowers first! And it wasn't a fast sniff either, it was a lingering, savoring sniff. It made me chuckle out loud as I snapped the picture. Regardless of our 'job' and we all have extremely full schedules, we need to remind ourselves to stop and savor the beauty around us! Thanks Zoey!

Friday, April 10, 2009

The rocking chair is done!!!


There's an old show tune that says, "when everything old is new again"....
....well it's not exactly new but it has been recycled & refurbished. I found this old rocking chair in my parent's attic. It certainly had seen better days and was literally held together by twine and someone's old belt!!





As far as we know it was my paternal great-grandmother's. I never knew her but from those old black & white photos, (you know the ones where they didn't smile?) she didn't look like she'd have been the life of party, if you know what I mean. That's not to say that she didn't have a sense of humor, but when those pics are all a little girl has to go on, you can see why I'd think she didn't. That's why it was so fun to see a hint of an eclectic humor while doing this chair. As I looked under the seat you could see what the original colors were...bubblegum pink and lime green!!









I was inspired!! I had no idea exactly what I was going to do but I wanted it to be Oma's Rainbow Chair...(as you can probably tell I had my two granddaughters in mind when I was working on it)


So here it is, more than a week's worth of work with 6 hours going to weaving the seat alone. My fingertips are purple, sore and swollen. (the weaving is tight!) But it turned out even better than I imagined it would. I can't wait for the girls to see it.













There's lots of other little details and I have those pictures posted on facebook. http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=597099535&ref=profile OR here if you're not on facebook http://community.webshots.com/user/eskimoose

Monday, April 6, 2009

Catch up...







I got alot of things done this weekend, but each time I'd go outside to do something I'd find myself wondering over to where we have Nigel buried. It's a nice little area amongst the trees. As we get some of the sprouts & brush out of there we're getting flat slate that's on the property to make a little sitting area. Stephen placed a huge slate in the middle covering "the spot". It just looked so plain though like something was missing. Sooo, I painted it. It took some time to get it the way I wanted it...well the planning did..as I started to paint outside in the air my paint dried so fast that any mistakes I made would have to stay that way. There was no going back...But I was pleased with the way it turned out and I felt some closure I didn't have before. (oh and just in case you can't make out the blue,yellow and orange lettering says "Lover of Blueberries, sitting on shoulders and back massages") You might also be able to make out some little rat footprints scurrying across it....

Another thing this weekend was getting a trunk that my dad was refinishing for me. It was an old thing that I had fond memories of from the bedroom I used up at our camp. As a little kid I remember putting my suitcase on it, using it as a play area for my dolls or having a tea party on it. It had certainly seen better days though.





My dad did a beautiful job though. Course what doesn't he do well? I supplied some of the paint and bought the roll of wallpaper that was used on the inside. Then he worked his magic transforming it. He even placed a little 'plaque' on the inside of the lid stating when and who refinished it...Now it has a spot in our living room....I love it!!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

In Memorium









Nigel June 2, 2007-March 31, 2009 (that's about 45 in rat years)
Malcolm and his brother Nigel have suffered from chronic respiratory problems since we got them. We’ve kept it at bay with antibiotics hoping that we could contiue that. But yesterday morning, Nigel took a turn for the worse. Instead of greeting me for his morning blueberry, he seemed confused, frantic and his breathing was labored. He didn’t even want one of his favorite treats. The only thing that did seem to give him comfort was climbing up onto my shoulder, his favorite spot. But he didn’t even need to be close to my ear for me to hear his wheezing. He’d already been through 2 go rounds of his antibiotics so this was not a good sign. In the past week he’d lost a great deal of weight as well. He was now just a shell of his otherwise chunky self. (to save on confusion, these pics are happier and healthier times)


Unfortunately we were getting visitors for lunch and Stephen & I were in a real quandry as what to do. It was too late to cancel plans but our hearts were not in the impending company. I was able to make some phone calls before they arrived and made arrangements for when they left. In late afternoon we took Nigel to our vet who helped us so much when we lost our Piper. She was her wonderful self and greeted Nigel in a sincerely tender way even though they’d just met. She could easily see that he was in distress and after listening to Nigel lungs she assured us that our decision was not a premature one.


So I held my little guy & massaged his back, he licked my hand as if to say “thanks for everything mom, it’s going to be ok, don‘t worry” as she gave him the injection. I didn’t know what to expect since I’d never held a pet at this point before. He seemed alittle frantic but then I realized he just wanted to get up on my shoulder, which he did. He cuddled my neck as he always did, his head resting on Stephen’s reassuring hand, as I continued to gently pet his back until he just went to sleep.
Now alot of people won’t understand my tears and really I have to feel sorry for them...cause they also miss out on one of the dearest little loving souls that God has put on this earth. Under the best of circumstances they have a short life span of only 2 to 3 years, but believe me they fill that time with alot of comical antics and love for their people. Knowing this inevitability does not make it any easier when we have to say goodbye to our beloved friends. But I did find comfort remembering a story that every rat owner should know.....

Why Rats Are Only With Us a Short While
One day, some angels went to God and asked if they might spend some time on Earth, to learn and perhaps to teach. He answered that some of the people might be frightened of the angels, that His children's idea of beauty might not be His own. The angels replied that maybe those who could look past the differences deserved the blessings that they could give. But God was still concerned. The angels needed Heaven's air to breathe; they would suffocate down on Earth. The angels promised to hold their breath as long as possible, and would return when they could not hold it anymore. God agreed and sent down the angels.
Many people were frightened of these creatures, despised them, and tried to kill them in large numbers. However, the few who recognized the angelic qualities in the beings took them in and sheltered and fed them. In return, they received more joy and laughter then they could possibly imagine. But alas, soon the angels could hold their breath no longer. After just a short Earth time, they left to go back to Heaven. But they were sure to tell the next group of angels exactly who to seek out when they went down.
~Author Unknown~