Synchopated Eyeball’s post today inspired me to take one of my spiders outside for a photo shoot.
I think it would look just right on her glass web.
Long night last night, not much sleep. The computer is an addiction that sucks me in. And what is accomplished?
Seems like I have rediscovered the people of my childhood, who feel free to call me names; another place to be the odd man out.
I’m tired of it.
My garden does not call me names.
I’m going now.
You all take care, now.
Several years ago Carol at May Dreams Gardens proposed that garden bloggers all over the world participate in a monthly event, to be held on the ides of each month, where we would share with each other what was blooming in our gardens on that day.
Who knew how long lasting and popular this was going to be? This is my 45th posting, the first was in June of 2007. Once again it is time for the mid-month posting, and for once I have nothing of great interest to show from outside. It took long enough, but winter finally arrived here in the Ozarks, and we even got snow a couple of days ago. Several times in the last few days the temperature went down into the single digit Fahrenheit temperatures over night.
Baby, it’s COLD outside. And the wind is blowing.
But inside is another story. It’s warm enough — 63ºF in this corner where the computer is, and in the living room where the stove is it’s actually a little chillier. We tend to layer in the house and it isn’t odd to see us with a hat on either, which accounts for my hair style du jour, which in the interests of vanity I am not sharing with you.
In the interests of promoting a little mid-winter cheer and sharing what seems to be blooming at The Havens today, I present to you:
Note the clock in the following picture. It has one hand and is inscribed with the days of the week. This has proved to be an indispensable thing for our lives, especially now that Jim’s schedule is so screwy. He gets Wednesdays and Saturdays off, and we are always watching any television programs the following day. We see Sunday Night Football on Monday afternoon, Monday Night Football on Tuesdays, Saturday Night Live on Sunday morning, etc. Thank goodness for our Day Clock, otherwise we would never know what day it is.
There are also other house plants, happy they are not out side right now.
And this is my front entryway sun face, spruced up for the holidays. The tassel that hangs below it is made of beetle wing cases. It is shimmery and iridescent and I love it.
For other posts featuring what is blooming around the world, check out Carol’s blog.
I mentioned yesterday that I had decided to accept the Nablopomo December challenge to post once every day for the entire month. I was intrigued by the theme, which they defined thusly: “. . . this month’s theme is ZEITGEIST. You have 31 days to try to capture the mood of your culture and your life as they exist right now. Use every tool in your blog box.” I vaguely recalled hearing that term in some art history course or something, but I wasn’t totally sure what the definition was so I grabbed my handy dictionary and looked it up.
“The taste and outlook characteristic of a period or generation,” is how my American Heritage Dictionary defines it.
“I can get into this,” I thought. All day thoughts arose in my mind about how to explain the zeitgeist of my life to all of you: both the regular visitors and commenters and the casual droppers by who stop by when I participate in certain memes. What is characteristic of this household, something that would define us and give a feel for our philosophy of life and what is to our taste?
I’m not sure exactly what “defines” us here. Perhaps it is the commitment to controlling what we eat as much as possible.
It occurred to me as I was folding the daily batch of massage linens that perhaps that activity might best define the boundaries and limits of our Universe here at The Havens. Since I am a massage therapist, there are lots of linens to wash, every day.
Sometimes when I do laundry I envision how my sheets would look if they went through their path of travel without me being in the picture. There would be these disembodied pieces of fabric flying down the hall and pouring themselves into the hamper, then leaping in a bunch and shaking themselves out as they flung themselves into the washer. Later they shuffle wetly through the short space from washer to dryer, and then flip and flop about in the livingroom as they magically made themselves into flat folded packets that then pile themselves up and march sedately down the hall to finally come to rest at the bottom of a pile of sheets in the cupboard, where they are stored. Over the course of a few days, they rise to the top of the pile, sail out of the cupboard, unfold themselves in a wave and then float down onto the massage table, only to begin their cycle once again.
While I was walking Ruby today I realized that that could be the defining aspect of the culture of this house. The dog gets walked. Regardless of weather, state of mind or health, the dog gets outside where she can empty her bladder and bowels in the fresh air and where she can sniff the neighborhood’s odors and secrets out to her heart’s content.
The following photo vignette exemplifies one of the pitfalls of having a few more interests and activities going on than one can really keep track of. This is what I found under the back of the couch when I was vacuuming today.
That is all that is left of the seeds I saved from the heirloom tomatoes that we grew this year that were SOOOO good. The little mice ate them all up right before I put out traps and killed them all. I guess the seeds were just as tasty and exotic as the tomatoes themselves were. Fortunately I can get seeds from the gal I got the tomatoes from. I need to figure out a better way to store my seeds too.
Zeitgeist. It’s complicated.
I have to say that I have had a very humbling experience in the last few weeks.
My brother got himself a new digital SLR camera, and back when I was going through the dumps he inquired as to whether I would be amenable to taking custody of his old SLR, an Olympus E1. Perhaps it is “old technology” now, but I have been rather lusting after another SLR camera since I sort of gave up using the old film SLR I used to use. So, I agreed to a custody arrangement, and the Division of Camera Services approved my application for foster parentage. In due time, the camera arrived in a very portentously heavy box, complete with insurance, signature upon delivery required.
Very excited, I opened the box, and found not only the camera, but a 14-42mm lens, a comprehensive instruction manual, all the paperwork and instructions in several foreign languages that came with the camera when originally purchased, software for allowing the camera to talk to the computer, 7 extra 1 gigabyte memory cards, and extra battery and charger, all the cords necessary for connecting the camera to other electronic devices, and a rather wonderful camera bag.
My IT guy installed the appropriate software, we put the battery in the camera and turned it on. My, my, my. It takes pictures!
It takes pictures exactly as you instruct it to, which means that so far I have had no particularly good luck with my essays to the garden and house. I have discovered that I need to use a tripod if I am going to take pictures inside without a flash in my rather comfy but dim house. I have discovered that the camera has its own way of interpreting what it is seeing, and it is very different from the results you get with a point and shoot.
I guess what I am trying to say is that the point and shoot sort of cameras that I have been using for the last five or six years have made me technology dependent. Some people might even say that the P&S sort of camera is mostly idiot proof. What I have discovered, to my chagrin, is that I am apparently an idiot.
I spent a pleasant afternoon the other day reading the entire instruction manual in an attempt to get a handle on this camera.
This is the best shot I have gotten so far.
I’m sure there will be more to come as I become more familiar with my new toy.
In other news, we had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner with my parents, sister, and son all in attendance along with my very good friend Kathryn, who was visiting me from Asheville. It was an evening completely devoid of drama, and so everyone had a wonderful time.
The food was wonderful.
The last three Thanksgivings for Jesse were spent in Iraq, so he was very thrilled to get to experience a fresh home cooked meal for the occasion.
Kathryn and Jesse helped me paint my utility room while they were here. Not only do the walls look fresh and new and unblemished, everything got taken out of all the cabinets and closets and cleaned before being replaced. I even threw a few things away, although I was gratified to learn that there isn’t a lot of stuff in there that doesn’t get used on a fairly regular basis.
I feel renewed by the “girl time” that I got while Kathryn was here. It was so wonderful to see her.
I have signed up for the Nablopomo December “blog post every day for a month” challenge. So we will see how that goes.
Meanwhile, we are enjoying some light snow and brisk winds.