tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190103162024-03-18T19:13:34.584-05:00Fine Martial FiberChronicling the arts of my lifeBecky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.comBlogger5130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-20580313389341188832024-03-18T19:12:00.003-05:002024-03-18T19:12:47.024-05:00As I Figured<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, today was the first day using our new numbers on our headers, and as I figured, on about half of my headers, I put my brazer number instead of my station number. You don't erase 5 years of ingrained habit overnight. My only comfort is that I wasn't the only one doing it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Other than that, the day passed without incident.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other news, all my plants -- and the cat -- are safely tucked into the house in anticipation of tonight's freeze. My gut tells me this will be the last one for the year, but my gut has been known to be wrong. Just in case, I got a Walmart sack to see how well it would fit over the garden cloches I bought. Turns out it was a perfect fit, so I'm thinking I might go ahead and plant one or two of the more robust sunflowers into my front flower bed after the freeze. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If there happens to be another frost, I can cover them with the aforementioned Walmart sack. Two, if it gets really cold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />There is one thing, though. I read on another website that deer don't like to eat sunflowers, so now I'm confused. Do they or do they not eat sunflowers? I don't think I'll take any chances and will spread the Repels All anyway. Just to be on the safe side. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is going to be short because I'm very sleepy. I still haven't adjusted to these early mornings, coupled with the time change, so I'm going to leave you with my latest finished object and go to bed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZiKceuV9fD2OsG4lKU9OA10rx-RsWYiQ2xU0EpHKwr0NZIEQAo-oeYq-i-sXp7YkKrMc0x0vgQpRG41_hMNiyJeU3OdlokKxpRoz91egNk1eu9bdp78H6OKHMOBgTuFHpYy7nZlarBcIxFPxV752gEkuNGrup52Nw6FNPW_WLMJjWlUEllxe/s4032/IMG_0489.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZiKceuV9fD2OsG4lKU9OA10rx-RsWYiQ2xU0EpHKwr0NZIEQAo-oeYq-i-sXp7YkKrMc0x0vgQpRG41_hMNiyJeU3OdlokKxpRoz91egNk1eu9bdp78H6OKHMOBgTuFHpYy7nZlarBcIxFPxV752gEkuNGrup52Nw6FNPW_WLMJjWlUEllxe/w300-h400/IMG_0489.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Goodnight, all. <p></p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-63540774437120770362024-03-17T17:13:00.003-05:002024-03-17T17:13:53.601-05:00Happy St. Patrick's Day<p> On this Saint Patrick's Day, I present to you a few of my favorite traditional Irish songs, and one that's not so traditional. </p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bzXswoAUi0U?si=1lMNunzmXy79wH6C" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />
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<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zxjvNUNXhkU?si=rWn8Orjbeyd_NVKS" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div>That's it for today. Have a great day with your family. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-40119786833232913732024-03-16T17:49:00.001-05:002024-03-16T17:56:19.280-05:00One Of Those Days<p></p>Today was one of those days. One of those rare, perfect days that you wish you could bottle up and save for later -- for the days that aren't so perfect. If you're a Ray Bradbury fan, you'd call this a day that should have been named after Robert Spaulding's wife. <div><br /></div><div>If you're not a Ray Bradbury fan, that's from a short story called A Story Of Love. I highly recommend you look it up and read it. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I said, this was one of those days that should have been named after Robert Spaulding's wife, and since I didn't have to work today, I was able to enjoy every minute of it. So were my little sunflowers, that I put out in the morning, so they could get full sun all day long. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV53kpJ8MCKU2Pp3y_R3LFrSHufjQrJe2uNzStDBgRjcxkuVuCUClA-vwnt-nUJ_tw8qv1PzQsZ33alqjdWMEU-aE3VtY-B2V8xysVDlgOmQ9ck8DzRGm6BLvM1YyWiBGrps7sfvPxdt0e8Cg6LMX52RTs48L_Wdr1nuejDtq1flskYI9jWCd/s3993/IMG_0482.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2948" data-original-width="3993" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV53kpJ8MCKU2Pp3y_R3LFrSHufjQrJe2uNzStDBgRjcxkuVuCUClA-vwnt-nUJ_tw8qv1PzQsZ33alqjdWMEU-aE3VtY-B2V8xysVDlgOmQ9ck8DzRGm6BLvM1YyWiBGrps7sfvPxdt0e8Cg6LMX52RTs48L_Wdr1nuejDtq1flskYI9jWCd/w400-h295/IMG_0482.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It was so nice, I wasn't able to stay in the house, and I got out and did a little work in the yard. I couldn't do too much, because my yard is still soggy from the recent rains, but I raked up all the leaves that blew from my across-the-street neighbor's trees into my front ditch and added them to my compost. </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of soggy yards, I'm considering having a landscaper come out and get my drainage issues fixed. See, what was happening is that my neighbor claimed that the ditches weren't draining, but they were. They just weren't draining fast enough for her because apparently she wanted them to drain like a bathtub, so she'd call the county to come dig them out two to three times a year. The only problem with that was, without the root structure from the grass holding the dirt into place, the next time it rained, half of my yard would wash down into the ditch. </div><div><br /></div><div>It would seem they don't teach erosion in Mississippi schools. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now that she is no longer with us, I think it'll be save to get my yard fixed. Speaking of, she died a year and a half ago, and the house has been sitting empty ever since, along with her daughter's trailer house in the lot next door. I wonder if they're ever going to do anything with it. I hate to say it, but I'm kind of enjoying having empty houses on either side of me. </div><div><br /></div><div>OK, enough of that. </div><div><br /></div><div>My sweet mint is coming right along, </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievOqUVxHh8cpidV2dQ-fgUN5CICqUh8b0OH-fjjwuoRzf4nczq04Mj2EjPVGhHCajM7JYZPNfX_K2xsm6IKgCaWwEBWFbV38XcR9cSxnxOQfezKHr_YEQSPc7_cmzLrbklElJRVvY3W9DnKBXyxh_YPamMyrxmlURPbqMYOICKVaWu9xc-H3E/s3514/IMG_0484.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3514" data-original-width="2614" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievOqUVxHh8cpidV2dQ-fgUN5CICqUh8b0OH-fjjwuoRzf4nczq04Mj2EjPVGhHCajM7JYZPNfX_K2xsm6IKgCaWwEBWFbV38XcR9cSxnxOQfezKHr_YEQSPc7_cmzLrbklElJRVvY3W9DnKBXyxh_YPamMyrxmlURPbqMYOICKVaWu9xc-H3E/w298-h400/IMG_0484.jpeg" width="298" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Still no signs of life from anything else in that bed, though. Looks like I'm going to have to decide what new things I want to plant this year. Cody and Brennan have requested rosemary and cilantro, so I'll get some of those, and I want some more lemon balm or maybe some lemon basil if I can find it. They said the lemon balm I gave them last year wasn't very strong, so I want to try basil to see if it's got a stronger flavor. I really want to find some lemon verbena, but that stuff seems to be as rare as bigfoot -- unless I want to order online. I may have to resort to that before it's all over, but I'd rather buy locally if I can. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ironically enough, I spent the afternoon ordering a butt-load of seed catalogs...</div><div><br /></div><div>I think this year, I'm going to dry and bottle some of my spearmint as well. I would have last year, but I didn't think of it in time.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, all of the daffodils I moved last year have come up, though they didn't all bloom. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIw_8dVQyuckDZpB-wo4q3hqCdzwJEBxYpqZDTwzqiBUuRfvRyc6IxnXlWWQuWCKEwHRBTZy2kgfkHneB6iWemgQjVA11pvln0UUze84PXyigw4qWWSZ4bhXY25umufHrBs2x4DXNtgvcm5db1ZPbP9LEbZ0UuunP1GmT9mZm0n5i_o0syOVk/s800/100_4532.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIw_8dVQyuckDZpB-wo4q3hqCdzwJEBxYpqZDTwzqiBUuRfvRyc6IxnXlWWQuWCKEwHRBTZy2kgfkHneB6iWemgQjVA11pvln0UUze84PXyigw4qWWSZ4bhXY25umufHrBs2x4DXNtgvcm5db1ZPbP9LEbZ0UuunP1GmT9mZm0n5i_o0syOVk/w300-h400/100_4532.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not too worried about them not blooming. They often don't the first year after they've been moved. As long as they're putting up leaves, they're still alive and will bloom eventually. </div><div><br /></div><div>I still have a few more in the front yard that I need to move. I think I'll start doing that after this next cold snap.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhmMB4LGfxuQrtcUw52RTmxPKQ3MKKiyKtubE9ZxpgZYxkYcyaCftyJVztMnTsL4AxFJnDeEuF3Mtz4UFJBgzsdN3Iq7iuBQDB5rtceTvHIcILdDdLHAAeTEIIdeoN3lpkhZM2lWWhEH8lJeqWuQcF505JFOv0Ar8Z11PiEPEZh7_zcgT3MJF/s800/100_4533.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhmMB4LGfxuQrtcUw52RTmxPKQ3MKKiyKtubE9ZxpgZYxkYcyaCftyJVztMnTsL4AxFJnDeEuF3Mtz4UFJBgzsdN3Iq7iuBQDB5rtceTvHIcILdDdLHAAeTEIIdeoN3lpkhZM2lWWhEH8lJeqWuQcF505JFOv0Ar8Z11PiEPEZh7_zcgT3MJF/w400-h300/100_4533.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>And finally, being as it is the beginning of hummingbird migration here, I got the old feeder filled up and put out. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk8Y4njKXBfe9jjatyabK8wfPUGajrtjczh1mq-eCtFv5B5D5rs8w2hOpYjGQHvSdbGB-Py7PqaZQJsNqr9M9GyOlqAlmETG1sklWk_UqRUQb0wIa2CVZumo_csxvIiqHynKvGcYFh2NLJxQZ3ML6ugyRlkAP79m6vscQuAHgtlCwEE14Ew-P/s4032/IMG_0485.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk8Y4njKXBfe9jjatyabK8wfPUGajrtjczh1mq-eCtFv5B5D5rs8w2hOpYjGQHvSdbGB-Py7PqaZQJsNqr9M9GyOlqAlmETG1sklWk_UqRUQb0wIa2CVZumo_csxvIiqHynKvGcYFh2NLJxQZ3ML6ugyRlkAP79m6vscQuAHgtlCwEE14Ew-P/w300-h400/IMG_0485.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Alas, I didn't get everything on my list done. I'd said I was going to take everything off of this shelf and move it out to the shed. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYT61r2ykuNat1imjI6dhRCoGIl2csmtrjBhA4T6Ry4aeVNwP9t8PP1e9PR-hhMnI-Tj6eOkcPVLqxWRjQfWIbjFtvr-fZ63UCJep6_MT1H3e9ofSuw-uuVo29WkK1ukgcgLue_riHsskInBXgrx3eV6PhA08MemYI33RjY8g-ysKo5Q9aySeg/s4032/IMG_0487.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYT61r2ykuNat1imjI6dhRCoGIl2csmtrjBhA4T6Ry4aeVNwP9t8PP1e9PR-hhMnI-Tj6eOkcPVLqxWRjQfWIbjFtvr-fZ63UCJep6_MT1H3e9ofSuw-uuVo29WkK1ukgcgLue_riHsskInBXgrx3eV6PhA08MemYI33RjY8g-ysKo5Q9aySeg/w300-h400/IMG_0487.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p>I even bought some plastic boxes to get everything sorted and organized, but in the end, I didn't even get started. I want to eventually get another storage cabinet to put into that spot, but one more aesthetically pleasing than this shelf -- which I bought for the shed in the first place. Which I'm thinking that I need to get completely torn down and rebuilt smaller, and more towards the back of the yard. After I get my fences replaced, that is. </p><p>I'll need a lot more overtime before I can afford all that, though. But it's all on the list. </p><p>And one more thing before I go...Do not for one second underestimate those little things called commas:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqg6vyPCiXzW4KMKDOLp-oGpKd4PDgAd_Yg9IxoDZz706i_QFxmGuD6Cyke1g11KpEH9EWYhop2DbWO4OcQo00B8z0VBBXmQGdtsARGFED_dF5fOqo115R_7Ea_2ejIoN1OZnnprPAfX0olb0FFp1SXRs2Otbay9OPxj0EPmrHbtD8y4Dl1TV/s1290/432314792_932401818614894_756596554215776572_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1059" data-original-width="1290" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqg6vyPCiXzW4KMKDOLp-oGpKd4PDgAd_Yg9IxoDZz706i_QFxmGuD6Cyke1g11KpEH9EWYhop2DbWO4OcQo00B8z0VBBXmQGdtsARGFED_dF5fOqo115R_7Ea_2ejIoN1OZnnprPAfX0olb0FFp1SXRs2Otbay9OPxj0EPmrHbtD8y4Dl1TV/w400-h329/432314792_932401818614894_756596554215776572_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29Hp23k9jQtwv9e0VtTnZ-j-xKnmbmHHuuGhyphenhypheno9Aj02OwDsHbsJA0hWRamyuISoHaQJkI7xWTxHD0HqCaiFzYXrN0p6QQCuj_ltM2JWAAiQDEzw8px7Qg8jv7af6yQJwqO3uLf-07tmizX8vgW2E8wXUrX23wcK5XSDKbIo4JUiH2j5wRp4Pj/s960/433230724_10159938430050835_162408259377897981_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="604" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29Hp23k9jQtwv9e0VtTnZ-j-xKnmbmHHuuGhyphenhypheno9Aj02OwDsHbsJA0hWRamyuISoHaQJkI7xWTxHD0HqCaiFzYXrN0p6QQCuj_ltM2JWAAiQDEzw8px7Qg8jv7af6yQJwqO3uLf-07tmizX8vgW2E8wXUrX23wcK5XSDKbIo4JUiH2j5wRp4Pj/w251-h400/433230724_10159938430050835_162408259377897981_n.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br /><p>If you aren't a football fan, you'll need the back story. After the Cowboys got completely and utterly humiliated in the playoffs this year, Jerry Jones stated that he would be going "all in" to build a winning team next season. </p><p>So far, all he's done is let a lot of good players walk -- including Michael Gallup. You know, the one he cut Amari Cooper to re-sign...yeah...</p><p>After the team's complete and utter lethargy during free agency, the phrase "all in" has become somewhat of a joke, even amongst Cowboys fans. One day, sports reporter Skip Bayless had had enough and tweeted the above. Thank goodness for commas or that comment would have had a completely different meaning.</p><p>Oh, and yes, it's a real tweet. I checked. </p><p>Now, if you'll excuse me, I found an old favorite TV show on Prime and I'm going to binge the patootie out of it. </p><p>The Pretender, if you're wondering.</p></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-84670998179341788522024-03-15T20:02:00.000-05:002024-03-15T20:02:51.258-05:00Ooo Dah Lolly<p>Ooo dah lolly, golly what a day! </p><p>It started last night when the storms rolled in, and I was so tired I slept through them. Apparently, they were pretty bad, because they knocked the radio station off the air. Good thing I set myself a back-up alarm on my phone, or I might have been late to work. </p><p>It's happened before. Heh, one time Cody woke me up knocking on my door and asking, "Mom? Are you going to work today?" and it was like 6:30. That was back when shift started at 7:00. That was the fastest I ever got ready, but I made it almost on time. I think I was like, two minutes late, but that's what made me start setting a second alarm on my phone. You don't ever know around here when the radio station will go down. </p><p>Speaking of work, those of you who've read my blog for any length of time know how messed up things are out there. But every so often, they find something that works. And do you know what they do when that happens? </p><p>They blow it up. </p><p>For years -- literally <i>years</i> -- each brazer has been assigned a number that we write on the headers we braze. That way, if there is a problem with the assemblies, or if there are leaks, they can easily identify who brazed it. We all know each other's numbers, so we know at a glance who brazed what. </p><p>It's a system we've had in place ever since they move the brazers off the lines back in 2018, and it's a system that works. I guess that's why they want to destroy it. Today, Cuz told us instead of writing our brazer number on our headers, we're to write the number of whichever brazing stand we're working on onto the headers, so if there's a problem they'll know where it's coming from. </p><p>"But why can't you do that with our brazer numbers?" we argued. "If you see my number on the header, you know I'm the one who brazed it." "If you can't trust the test tank operator to enter a 3 correctly, what makes you think he'll put a 7 in correctly." "What's going to happen when they open second shift back up? How will you know if it's day shift 5 or second shift 5? But they don't have a B on their keypads on the text tanks." "This means that whoever brazes on station 2's leaks are going to count against the person whose brazer number is 2 in the computer." </p><p>"Those files are all tangled up," he said -- whatever that even means, and launched into a word salad the likes of which would make any politician proud. We tried every logical argument we could think of, but Cuz was unmoved. Starting Monday, we'll have to write the stand number on our headers and nobody will know who brazed anything.</p><p>Ain't that just like ADP? They refuse to fix what's actually broke, but will sit there and break what little actually works. </p><p>As if that weren't enough, it rained all day long, and I do mean all day long. It started during the night and didn't stop until about 5:00 PM. It's supposed to turn cold early next week, so in anticipation, I brought some firewood inside so it would be nice and dry. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErrEj4eli2i6rR3P2HE4O0etFdcq1VFAbf6GjR1prZS2nAPWeVkB4gr3ogpXHI54ujT29NHgwaaGhPQPVH3BzyxxpjPavpAiZxmGikAFdz26Nt49n2erAI71XEtFIxvluvsGcpw8_Xt0PxMSFrSzz8AVusNyZ7rQjp4DyErpw2idFx89hTwl7/s4032/IMG_0480.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErrEj4eli2i6rR3P2HE4O0etFdcq1VFAbf6GjR1prZS2nAPWeVkB4gr3ogpXHI54ujT29NHgwaaGhPQPVH3BzyxxpjPavpAiZxmGikAFdz26Nt49n2erAI71XEtFIxvluvsGcpw8_Xt0PxMSFrSzz8AVusNyZ7rQjp4DyErpw2idFx89hTwl7/w300-h400/IMG_0480.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p>Pay no attention to the mess on the floor. I'll sweep it up tomorrow. <div><br /></div><div>Maybe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm figuring there won't be too many more cold spells this year, and I've got tons of wood left. The guy I bought from last year definitely didn't short me when I bought a cord. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, I finished reading Call Of The Wild last night, so this evening I watched the 1972 movie with Charlton Heston on FreeVee. It was pretty cheesy, and didn't follow the book all that well, but it was still better than the one I watched last weekend. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I'm back to reading Variant, but I'm struggling with it. It just isn't holding my interest. I mean, it's the third time I've tried to read this book, which ought to tell you something. I'm determined to finish the first book in the series at least, then I'm back to Shakespeare. </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, I went into the garden center this afternoon and found some more of the cosmos seeds I'd planted before. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7susGJle3hb567y0riF5BxMFn4i4mQZ473sQ4qu7xeUDQizHmKFHt3K2IXIRjqUT2hNZ_pbnS-e1PYO1mH0g9a9g8EsMeAZq_wXyrudqBsp4deYfE5u7SpCetShEVB4uBNaVEU0wFjtr-_UY9W1GA5B3Sdz10CEPQWoUTcCsouWVcvIzPAlAq/s4032/IMG_0479.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7susGJle3hb567y0riF5BxMFn4i4mQZ473sQ4qu7xeUDQizHmKFHt3K2IXIRjqUT2hNZ_pbnS-e1PYO1mH0g9a9g8EsMeAZq_wXyrudqBsp4deYfE5u7SpCetShEVB4uBNaVEU0wFjtr-_UY9W1GA5B3Sdz10CEPQWoUTcCsouWVcvIzPAlAq/w400-h300/IMG_0479.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still going to wait a bit to plant them, at least until the ones that have germinated are big enough to transplant. It has also occurred to me that I should probably research which types of flowers deer don't eat. I bought some deer repellent, but I'm only going to use it in the front yard. I want the deer to be able to eat the clover that grows in the back. </div><div><br />Maybe this year, we won't have such a severe drought and the clover will last longer. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-82965403758955586952024-03-13T18:24:00.000-05:002024-03-13T18:24:23.581-05:00A Do-Over<p> This was definitely one of those days when I wanted a do-over.</p><p>When that alarm went off at 3:30 AM...that was the first thing: the alarm went off at 3:30 AM, which is way too early any day, but I'd stayed up late yesterday watching a documentary on MPB about the Rolling Fork tornado. Well, I only watched part 1, and frankly, it was not at all what I was expecting. I guess I was thinking it would be something like what The Weather Channel or National Geographic would put out - more science based, but it wasn't. </p><p>The first maybe ten minutes was the guy interviewing people about their experiences going through the storm, but the rest of it was mostly people complaining about their houses not being rebuilt quickly enough. Every time someone would mention that recovery wasn't happening fast enough for them, I'd think, "First time?" </p><p>I guess growing up on the Gulf Coast, I'm more in tuned to the massive damage a hurricane will cause. Rita, Ike, Harvey...I know after Hurricane Harvey, it was ten days before the flooding went down enough that my cousins could even get to their houses, and for some of my friends, it was two years before they were completely through rebuilding. When Laura came though Lake Charles, there were still houses with the blue roof tarps a year and a half later. </p><p>Anyway, when that alarm went off at 3:30 AM, I seriously thought about calling in and staying in bed, but I didn't. Out of bed and off to work I went, and that's when the ...um...stuff hit the fan. </p><p>First of all, there was nothing ready for us to do. Second of all, the parts stager and the backup parts stager neither one was there, so there was no one to get anything ready for us to do. Fortunately, I had some orders already on my stand that I'd put there yesterday, so I had work.</p><p>Or so I thought. </p><p>The first three orders I tried to set up on all had parts that had been made wrong, so I had to take them back to Group Leader Shark, who does not like to be greeted with bad news first thing in the morning. As I predicted, she was not happy.</p><p>I had one more order I could set up on...only I couldn't pull up a print of the part. I tried several times, using every trick I knew, but finally had to admit defeat. I went back around to Group Leader Shark, and said, "I know you're about tired of me..." So, she tried to pull up the print on the dispatcher's computer, but she couldn't get one, either. I told her I could set it up on the jig without the print, but because it was a brand new part that I'd never seen before, I'd have no idea whether I was brazing it correctly or not, so I'd prefer to wait until I got a print. She said I'd have to wait until the front office people came in at 7:00 for that, but I figured that was better than doing them all wrong and having the parts kicked back by the line.</p><p>All this, and it wasn't even 6:00 yet. </p><p>Eventually, I got my parts and I got my print and I got all those orders done. </p><p>But wait, there's more! While all this was going on, one of the assembly supervisors came up to the component area and saw another brazer just standing there because she didn't have any work to do. I guess he was still mad because yesterday, he'd texted my Supervisor and asked if he could send me to work on the assembly line for the rest of the day. Apparently, Supervisor told him no, and all heck broke loose. </p><p>See, the supervisors in the back have always been able to use the sub-brazers as sort of their own personal floater pool, and they've had the privilege of picking and choosing who they want to get and our Supervisor has had no choice but to give them whomever they want. Until yesterday, that is. </p><p>The assembly supervisor actually made me stand there and watch him type out the text to my Supervisor asking if he could have me. I fully expected Supervisor to come tell me to go work on the line for the rest of the day, but that didn't happen. There was a big discussion and a bit of a brouhaha, and they sent someone else, and I guess that supervisor was still mad that he didn't get his way, so he went and yelled at Group Leader Shark, who in turn came and yelled at the other brazer, who pointed out that there wasn't anything ready. </p><p>There was another brouhaha, and Group Leader Shark told the brazer to get something off of the conveyor that we've been told for the last five years to never, ever get anything off of. And nobody went to the assembly lines today. </p><p>By lunch time, as I was heading to the break area, I said to Group Leader Shark, "This has been a day and a half already!" </p><p>After lunch, things settled down a bit, but by that time I was already completely knackered, though I did feel a bit better after eating something, and at long last, the interminable day came to an end and I came home and sat all evening. </p><p>Seriously. I sat. OK, I did laundry, too, but mostly I sat. </p><p>And I knit a bit. Speaking of, I found a knot in the the skein of yarn, so I cut it out and did a normal join. It caused a bit of an odd pooling, but it doesn't look too terribly bad, so I'm not going to worry about it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqkBySl5HZHZ2BRmc71V8vC9XbCZcNkk9Se-RKVbPn1p-BDhAZcYuTkWhAkYwGU2ASd_4d8hCWV1ba9lb22h1vr7Xc-gN51_Z0mFR7D5GSJdY9ijZ0kjz0530lD4gca5SCaqv5h56aF4_A_H1VAed2INiezm8HgRcpHhdHk07QZ0ZdGJCYZbi/s800/100_4531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqkBySl5HZHZ2BRmc71V8vC9XbCZcNkk9Se-RKVbPn1p-BDhAZcYuTkWhAkYwGU2ASd_4d8hCWV1ba9lb22h1vr7Xc-gN51_Z0mFR7D5GSJdY9ijZ0kjz0530lD4gca5SCaqv5h56aF4_A_H1VAed2INiezm8HgRcpHhdHk07QZ0ZdGJCYZbi/w400-h300/100_4531.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I think now, it's time for a hot shower and an early bed time. </p><p>Good night, all. </p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-6661779188223209332024-03-11T19:18:00.000-05:002024-03-11T19:18:13.449-05:00Time Change<p>I swan, it gets harder and harder every year to get adjusted to this time change, especially the <i>spring forward</i> one. This morning when that alarm went off at 3:30 AM, my body shrieked, "What are you doing getting up at 2:30 in the blessed ay em for?????", and I had to explain once again about DST and all that mess. </p><p>Then I get to work, and you know how I say the nice thing about working Saturdays is that we don't have to listen to that music and neither of my Stalkers works weekends -- usually? Yeah, they were all back today. Both the music and the Stalkers...</p><p>To be fair, one of my stalkers has backed off quite a bit. After my <a href="https://sketchesandmore.blogspot.com/2024/02/miscellany.html" target="_blank">coworker told me his behavior towards me was scary to her</a>, I guess my sheepdog mode kicked in, and I began staring him down with a <i>give me an excuse</i> look on my face. Add a couple of well timed hammer blows to my parts, and he figured out he might just want to leave me alone. </p><p>And that, folks, is how you end harassment in the workplace. </p><p>Speaking of work, I have to laugh at them, because they're getting desperate for employees, only nobody wants to work there any more. They tried to recall the people they'd laid off last year, and very few of them came back. Now they're holding job fairs and they've even got a sign in front of the plant that says, "Interview Now". </p><p>I guess they're desperate enough to try anything -- except, of course, make it a decent place to work, that is. Oh, but wait! They're playing music in the mornings! That should solve all their problems, shouldn't it?</p><p>OK, moving right along...I should probably mention that I finished reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, and found a version of it on YouTube to watch. I decided to take a break from Shakespeare and read a bit on a series I bought years ago called <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Variant-Box-Set-Complete-Dystopian-ebook/dp/B08L41H7QT/ref=sr_1_5?crid=KMUF0JHBSVU4&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.sCc5H6TIYOL6CzlXLphgEdX5cwS4Wh0tNOspSEZbomk0FaaoFbZ-NHVRRcfzDiVlDpttNimj3_9ZML6XweWlyPM_r3P-clXxdXRrJCkEsgL1jvrmBmR-DGChjjVAUn1DilSSTdMyiMTkcvacPTANWsiBP7NCrzJa_y_Vnk_Cdbz2x3QyJSzPQIV_oYOV8Y9ZS-VGQ_VJ-OWucAp0QySU0DDWxJhQbslfyaCEOHA9Lh8.QN27cbExuSjjvucTVkxwmgmjhGnaHkVPQNJHDjdp-54&dib_tag=se&keywords=variant&qid=1710201353&sprefix=variant%2Caps%2C326&sr=8-5" target="_blank">Variant</a>. It's a seven book series that I nabbed for $0.99, and I can see why. This is the third time I've tried to read it, and I haven't even made it through the first book. I can't see me reading all seven. It just isn't holding my interest. </p><p>The story centers around a girl named Paige, who is descended from a group of people who had had genetic experiments run on them to give them superpowers. There was a war and most of the Variants were killed off. They ones remaining live in hiding, in fear that they will be discovered and executed. One day, Paige is found and recruited by a man named Ford, who is a member of the Variant Liberation Army. The set her up in a safe house, and give her a task...which I won't go too much into here. </p><p>Well, Paige has a coworker named Becca, to whom she blabs all this supersecret information, even taking her to the safe house. As a veteran of the United States Navy who once held a Top Secret security clearance, this makes every Spidey sense in me not just tingle, but shriek at the top of their little Spidey lungs. I'll lay odds that Becca ends up being a spy or something. </p><p>That's as far as I've gotten in that series, and right now, I'm taking a break to re-read <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Call-Wild-Readers-Library-Classics/dp/1954839146/ref=sr_1_1?crid=LMW3QNJONLMH&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.q6R0S5bFwE01bRvrYgyQRZZgMcG1rIn73ANMUnl0iYiSCn-OMvxWxlldHGsTZ1JDFiYFZ3O_iRRVOoTAHM1Z7Vrl08vO1tsfCeCz_BbWOBYusPbV4JDfAcfZo46BycXK_4wpZV3kFPsobp8Wrb7qbLie7fI2f5JdBnISouXBzc9GfO1CNEe7oaNayMBvVRERdyxeFZiX5bXH49k5Ht2AMmnkNDi7p7FHI5vL3hswTGc.OjUFoFJwWOfDIpp3NzEQ4mhq2bbyafx8b3IKq5bGQwQ&dib_tag=se&keywords=call+of+the+wild+book&qid=1710202619&sprefix=call+of+the+wild%2Caps%2C174&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Call Of The Wild</a>, by Jack London. It was a favorite as a kid, but it's been ages since I've read it. </p><p>Speaking of breaks, I'm taking a bit of a break from hat knitting to add a few more rows to this scarf.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fd4zPNfkxc6GnBrFvQ3iRoM3SVOeR5h5wFHF8UosO7U1W-SxaxA1yBLImU2Rq2PdbnwzikM2KQ32PH7-ET6j-PInkDZ2Y8bnP3zJ_iMDCQuJKy6M0ACxuu4HbiykdZ8BaZGZJ3yZnJbCRElvNVSQDJ1wspTtuzlI4rXXYDoTpWVYmuZTBDNj/s800/100_4530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fd4zPNfkxc6GnBrFvQ3iRoM3SVOeR5h5wFHF8UosO7U1W-SxaxA1yBLImU2Rq2PdbnwzikM2KQ32PH7-ET6j-PInkDZ2Y8bnP3zJ_iMDCQuJKy6M0ACxuu4HbiykdZ8BaZGZJ3yZnJbCRElvNVSQDJ1wspTtuzlI4rXXYDoTpWVYmuZTBDNj/w400-h300/100_4530.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, I said I wasn't going to bombard you droning on and on about my sunflowers, and judging by the drop in blog hits, you aren't that interested in them anyway. But I managed to get them outside after work from some direct sunlight. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1n_IG8nDp3QZc_j6hfr1bysR9ZxTNz3xm0ZVcNtAelz6nysPp6NXcRIyuCjngB4hq4ftDwpa3p3E9VuwU6AhCfTYTpQhANwJWtQyOword5esf52Ht0N3YJUnlzrCmTdtTPWMLVmBjrptnwRx7Ix7hC_b-lXXsOsy65cYFXhehOhdCuEs6uYcu/s800/100_4529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1n_IG8nDp3QZc_j6hfr1bysR9ZxTNz3xm0ZVcNtAelz6nysPp6NXcRIyuCjngB4hq4ftDwpa3p3E9VuwU6AhCfTYTpQhANwJWtQyOword5esf52Ht0N3YJUnlzrCmTdtTPWMLVmBjrptnwRx7Ix7hC_b-lXXsOsy65cYFXhehOhdCuEs6uYcu/w400-h300/100_4529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>We'll have a couple more days of partly cloudy weather before the next round of rain moves in next weekend. </p><p>The good news is, one more of my Cosmos broke the surface. The bad news is, one of my two little bluebonnets died. </p><p>I guess that's it for today. Now I need to go get something to eat, then head for bed. </p><p>G'night, all. </p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-74199290236557406982024-03-10T16:39:00.002-05:002024-03-10T16:39:19.059-05:00Finally!!<p>What is that great light in the sky? Why, it is the sun!!</p><p>I'd almost forgotten what it looked like it's been so long. For the first time, I was able to put my little sunflowers outside actually in the sunlight. I'd initially started putting them into the back yard under the cloches I'd bought for just such a thing, </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90Aj_Ld8KMNbnlY3aMVdR6Y2FO_KjVKm9JZt9vRMY-GBE5p-lCOqL5ZLe5qqsI-5c1FubqGDdTxaN09RmA8bGpoqZlN8GYdmNtvbsl-Bp7DHsC5UAeopdC539SjQoudHGkwznskP_5suP-Kjyn4NTMDSa7RG89udu3Dxi35qa71mlYYCPdKtI/s800/100_4527.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90Aj_Ld8KMNbnlY3aMVdR6Y2FO_KjVKm9JZt9vRMY-GBE5p-lCOqL5ZLe5qqsI-5c1FubqGDdTxaN09RmA8bGpoqZlN8GYdmNtvbsl-Bp7DHsC5UAeopdC539SjQoudHGkwznskP_5suP-Kjyn4NTMDSa7RG89udu3Dxi35qa71mlYYCPdKtI/w300-h400/100_4527.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>but I quickly changed my mind when I realized my back yard doesn't get nearly as much morning sun ad I'd thought. Instead, I put them onto a tray and moved them to my front porch, where they got plenty of the mild morning sun. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN4VrEmc4l56IJ9TK8fvFEgQRYFPI9moDLFvyN12g90Izgk1HgKToodR3t0wWHkED1cbFeyz9DYWR18F8aY176l5YOCrm8RvDGvJ-Q9TsmF0lbcknHUG2-7RGBfq6wCoV6x3BoaVBW8cODI3U5jAxCQmGWhsCQHD4qLj1wDX9eaRg9uGrZKpA/s800/100_4526.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN4VrEmc4l56IJ9TK8fvFEgQRYFPI9moDLFvyN12g90Izgk1HgKToodR3t0wWHkED1cbFeyz9DYWR18F8aY176l5YOCrm8RvDGvJ-Q9TsmF0lbcknHUG2-7RGBfq6wCoV6x3BoaVBW8cODI3U5jAxCQmGWhsCQHD4qLj1wDX9eaRg9uGrZKpA/w400-h300/100_4526.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was tempted to leave them out all day, but didn't want to overdo it what with it being their first time exposed to full sun, so after four hours, I moved them to the back porch for the rest of the day. Tomorrow after work, I'll put them back out for a few hours -- hopefully before the clouds move back in for who knows how long. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now for the bad news. I did a little research and deer love eat sunflowers. That means I can't plant them out by the back fence like I'd originally hoped to. Oh, I could have and put some repellent in my back yard, but I don't want to chase them completely off, so it's on to plan B. I think I'll plant them in the front yard and once they've outgrown the cloches, I'll spread some Repels All around the yard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Full disclosure, I wouldn't have chosen sunflowers myself; they were in the wedding favors my nephew and his bride were passing out. I kind of feel --not so much obligated -- I don't know the right word, but I really want them to thrive and prosper. It'll kind of make me feel closer to family, you know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In knitting news, hat #2 is coming right along. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMzMapWdhKAjjrhYIaDQl5Gbb9wC6RbxtLaYIKIxOpGHTXVwX8R1bFU6C4W5wFGV9TZwxnydcGGY7L80RRR9rtgZdsrC9_8ubOzTttTWNEZPsM4TQJWTDFycJuY2kBa_J47s86pvw7ewY1FdD5Hxs-s_4nSl4AAFCww7BZrkaVCndB6kQBOAR/s800/100_4528.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMzMapWdhKAjjrhYIaDQl5Gbb9wC6RbxtLaYIKIxOpGHTXVwX8R1bFU6C4W5wFGV9TZwxnydcGGY7L80RRR9rtgZdsrC9_8ubOzTttTWNEZPsM4TQJWTDFycJuY2kBa_J47s86pvw7ewY1FdD5Hxs-s_4nSl4AAFCww7BZrkaVCndB6kQBOAR/w400-h300/100_4528.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While I was knitting, I watched the Call Of The Wild movie with Harrison Ford and a bunch of CGI dogs. To put it into the vernacular of our British allies, it was bloody awful. I mean, I'd heard it wasn't that good, but I had no idea it would be that bad. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I mean, I know we've become a nation that worships dogs, but the level of anthromorphism in this film is...well, it's worse than a Disney movie. It's just not realistic...and yes, I know it's not supposed to be realistic, but seriously...a dog doesn't have the cognitive capability to, say, know what whiskey even is, much less that the man shouldn't be drinking it to excess like that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This movie was so bad, I had to download the book to my Kindle get the taste of it out of my brain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you want to watch a movie version, just stick with the 1972 version with Charlton Heston. It's so much better. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-52187607812007106592024-03-09T19:36:00.001-06:002024-03-09T19:36:42.907-06:00Safety Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, the safety man came out to look at our floor mats today, and we were talking about how old ours were. I told him, "It's been so long, I don't even remember the last time we got new ones." He looked at the mats and said, "Yeah, we don't even buy that kind any more." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I guess it's been a while, huh? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bad news is, the people on the lines say the new kind they get don't have any cushion in them, either, so what's even the point? It almost makes me wish I hadn't said anything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">OK, moving right along, I finally finished that hat I've been working on for so long. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWx4UGJixILb43n6rYxD68tka2cMpWAsLozN9TEf7N5E_ozb4qFfNvs9EHlqq4IXjU2n_t0pAVjGbNAf0k46_6BZGdMV4oMayk4Hit4w5S9yzX49tkXFoJmrc91vrXsBFfFgikdguBotQiGtSiWRb1kzYXqoLinXHMytaCORu2ufXIfB-MmLG0/s800/100_4524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWx4UGJixILb43n6rYxD68tka2cMpWAsLozN9TEf7N5E_ozb4qFfNvs9EHlqq4IXjU2n_t0pAVjGbNAf0k46_6BZGdMV4oMayk4Hit4w5S9yzX49tkXFoJmrc91vrXsBFfFgikdguBotQiGtSiWRb1kzYXqoLinXHMytaCORu2ufXIfB-MmLG0/w400-h300/100_4524.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The colors kind of pooled when I started the crown decreases, but overall I like the way it turned out. So much so, I bought another skein of that yarn yesterday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other news, I got two more of my sunflowers put into pots this afternoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREJkQXUbpdweVVmEvM4LTuezuhciAntlu4HISuxm4_eazhyphenhyphenyhubtz7703FntSWOeZ9WDGxtGl_kBqVey2Sp4qABQVhwnKDC0gcsGSL-9i19vZKFPmYSkOICmfuZMhL6lCIE0kyjuj0xZ6MwY7rhppbGgVGRzKqNekyNH7s-HeskA3AVArBo5Y/s3082/IMG_0475.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3082" data-original-width="2382" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREJkQXUbpdweVVmEvM4LTuezuhciAntlu4HISuxm4_eazhyphenhyphenyhubtz7703FntSWOeZ9WDGxtGl_kBqVey2Sp4qABQVhwnKDC0gcsGSL-9i19vZKFPmYSkOICmfuZMhL6lCIE0kyjuj0xZ6MwY7rhppbGgVGRzKqNekyNH7s-HeskA3AVArBo5Y/w309-h400/IMG_0475.jpeg" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd almost waited too long to move these, I think, but they seem to be recovering nicely. Hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow as promised and they'll get some photosynthesis going. Maybe that'll perk them all up a bit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now my little greenhouse is almost empty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsr0Yim8q4F0P-3IkKZYC7bA3VOsEFo7KnkfK5gSEtMZpGdvq5g1S_GMzFhNtWzlwjYcL70-I1GWwioV1lESiGlu9_LdJqezW7EzOp05uq_AfDe2a2cwb2j7OiuapDb0niRQy6IzJP3Yr_9xRC7NkDY4rCvKScDEpLeNrXTA86EuIlb8WFywBB/s3866/IMG_0474.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2719" data-original-width="3866" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsr0Yim8q4F0P-3IkKZYC7bA3VOsEFo7KnkfK5gSEtMZpGdvq5g1S_GMzFhNtWzlwjYcL70-I1GWwioV1lESiGlu9_LdJqezW7EzOp05uq_AfDe2a2cwb2j7OiuapDb0niRQy6IzJP3Yr_9xRC7NkDY4rCvKScDEpLeNrXTA86EuIlb8WFywBB/w400-h281/IMG_0474.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I have one more sunflower that just broke the surface yesterday, three somewhat sad looking cosmos, and two bluebonnets that seem to be on their last legs. Apparently there's more to that knack of seed starting than just a heat mat and grow light. I'll keep trying for a little while, but I'm starting to get discouraged again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, a bit of color. My Whatever Cactus is blooming again. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GKCco-4yTKizW1EfO28MqK5BL8x8VAGK1w7cOVwo6U9GuUOEpc58y5DO_T6v2vXnUyr2x0GJAG5LL-ObzWUFBua3Hk4DfxXjtvm_sgAmvIyZVSOd921IkVRq0j5iJyx-jtApK_JGngkVMGH6Pf0Ca5LUjiImHJdENSa8mN6x_pQQyUhtM_Ml/s3288/IMG_0476.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3288" data-original-width="2795" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GKCco-4yTKizW1EfO28MqK5BL8x8VAGK1w7cOVwo6U9GuUOEpc58y5DO_T6v2vXnUyr2x0GJAG5LL-ObzWUFBua3Hk4DfxXjtvm_sgAmvIyZVSOd921IkVRq0j5iJyx-jtApK_JGngkVMGH6Pf0Ca5LUjiImHJdENSa8mN6x_pQQyUhtM_Ml/w340-h400/IMG_0476.jpeg" width="340" /></a></div><br /> That's it for today. I know this is short, but I am tired. <p></p><div>Good night, all. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-3138973335849907482024-03-08T19:00:00.002-06:002024-03-08T19:00:39.673-06:00My Sunflowers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My poor little sunflowers...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I potted them several days go, it was with the intent to begin hardening them off in preparation for planting them outside. Alas, there hasn't been a single day of sunlight since. Not one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Still, in spite of the dreary weather, they seem to be doing well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUNvsA_oM7Jcr4-Ajv8ZyhPbsYtkEskpJSsysTbWlQaels0FEmvfayrN3028yl6szjjoOD-NB2gqXSd0DIPPcYFBCEzh-KM0P46vsotanpkoMNKtTZUF8M8F9cWymURd6LqBBJSbXbGUlg_j5qjFdWpBqx6dDms7s0ICgges-BBHVOpslbfai/s4032/IMG_0472.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUNvsA_oM7Jcr4-Ajv8ZyhPbsYtkEskpJSsysTbWlQaels0FEmvfayrN3028yl6szjjoOD-NB2gqXSd0DIPPcYFBCEzh-KM0P46vsotanpkoMNKtTZUF8M8F9cWymURd6LqBBJSbXbGUlg_j5qjFdWpBqx6dDms7s0ICgges-BBHVOpslbfai/w300-h400/IMG_0472.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br />I've been putting them outside every afternoon so they can at least get some light, even if it is shady, cloudy light. Hopefully, if the forecast holds, the clouds will move off tomorrow and we'll get a couple of days of sun before the next round of rain moves in. We're also expecting another cold snap this weekend. Good thing I didn't go ahead and move the firewood back into the shed. <div><br /></div><div>The good news is, one more of my Cosmos has germinated, so I'm going to give them a few more days to see if any more of them make it up from South America, where I apparently sent the seeds. This afternoon, I bought another packet of seeds, but of a different variety. I didn't intend to, but I couldn't find the same type as I'd bought the first time. Oh well, we'll have something different to work with. </div><div><br /></div><div>The bad news is, I found my level, and as I suspected, my kitchen cabinet isn't. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqO_JCD7ZHEwfSJ1O3G5BwjqMS3Wgx_qoTZ6ceTbOw4wIx68PI_ODNuZmAK4z_s2VtIPOzK6HAxQk_fUjyjM2mn-Gf2uWMQwdFckQl9m09VyxiecAREi5X-VrAZYIllaDOlpdOLArDaWzOnL_E84vS_MWrZi78AEIQltN1UdYsDPG3ZQFHbev/s4032/IMG_0471.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqO_JCD7ZHEwfSJ1O3G5BwjqMS3Wgx_qoTZ6ceTbOw4wIx68PI_ODNuZmAK4z_s2VtIPOzK6HAxQk_fUjyjM2mn-Gf2uWMQwdFckQl9m09VyxiecAREi5X-VrAZYIllaDOlpdOLArDaWzOnL_E84vS_MWrZi78AEIQltN1UdYsDPG3ZQFHbev/w400-h300/IMG_0471.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div>I checked it both ways, and it's close, but no cigar. I have an old sewing machine -- you know the kind that folds down into a table -- that is very level. Right now it's in the snake room, but it's kind of hard to get to. I'll have to see if I can find room to move it into the kitchen/dining area before I replant the tray. If I can put it where I'm thinking, it'll also make the tray easier to get to and monitor. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, when my seemingly immortal snakes eventually do go to that great herpetarium in the sky, I plan on moving my seed starting stuff into that room anyway. If I ever get it cleaned out, that is...</div><div><br /></div><div>But enough about that...</div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of weeks ago, I told my coworker, "You know, when I go to the ladies' room, I spent one minute doing my business, and the next nine trying to convince myself to stand back up." Man, my feet have been hurting so badly these last few days. Even my knees and legs ache. </div><div><br /></div><div>This morning, I called Supervisor over and asked, "Is there any way you can get us new mats?" Now, for those of you who don't know, they put these cushioned mats in front of our work areas to make it slightly less hard than the concrete floor. Ours are so old, they're almost as hard as the floor beneath them. </div><div><br /></div><div>"How long has it been?" asked the brazer next to me. "At least 6 or 7 years," I replied, but in truth, it's been so long I can't even remember when we got those. </div><div><br /></div><div>Supervisor said he'd get the safety team to order us some new ones, but there's no telling when they'll get here. </div><div><br /></div><div>"That's the problem," I said, "They always say they're going to order them, but then they never come in. Or if they do, they tell us 'We have to give them to the lines first, and if we have any left over, we'll bring them to you.'"</div><div><br /></div><div>So, we'll see, but I've been out there long enough to know not to hold my breath. But we'll see...</div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-27145452596005560162024-03-07T18:21:00.000-06:002024-03-07T18:21:37.522-06:00I'M COMING!!!!<p>I'm coming! I'm coming, Peggy! To see the eclipse!</p><p>I hadn't planned on it, but as I was standing there at work pondering the mundanity of my life, I said to myself, "Dadgummit! I do want to go see that eclipse! I'll just put the hotel on my credit card and let the financial chips fall where they may."</p><p>By the time I got home, my zeal had cooled a bit, and I thought, "Nah, I'll just watch it from here." Just out of curiosity, I got on Hotels.com anyway and checked out rooms in Cape Girardeau. There were two available rooms left in the entire city, and they were $850 and $550. Nope. Not going to happen. </p><p>Then I hopped down and looked at rooms in Memphis. They were much more reasonable, but still....</p><p>But when I got up this morning to head in to work at 5:00 AM, I said to myself, "NO! Dadgummit!!! Life is more than just working and paying bills. I <i>am</i> going to go see that eclipse!" I got back on Hotels.com and began looking for rooms in smaller towns between Memphis and Cape Girardeau. First I looked in Sikeston, MO, where I'd stayed last time, but there were no availabilities. Then I looked in a little town in northeast Arkansas. </p><p>They had rooms available, and pretty cheap, but none of the hotels had very good ratings. I decided to pass on them. Moving further South, I found a room in Covington, TN that was in a hotel with a good rating, and with the One Key cash I'd saved up from all those weddings last year, I was able to book the room for only $71! I am coming to see the eclipse!!</p><p>Covington is just up the road from where my friend Leann lives, but it being a Sunday, I don't know if we'll get to hang out or not. The plan is to drive up to Memphis, maybe go to the zoo, maybe find some craft stores and see if they have the safety eyes I need for my emotional support chicken, maybe go to the Bass Pro in the Pyramid -- which Cody says I really need to do...just hang out in Memphis. Then Monday morning, I'll drive on up to Jackson, MO and impose upon Peggy and her husband. After the eclipse, I'll have to hot foot it back to Grenada, because I'll have to go back to work the next day. It'll be worth it, though, and I don't have to worry about boarding dogs this time. </p><p>In other news, I've about decided that everything that is going to germinate in my little mini-greenhouse has already done so, so I'm going to buy some more seeds and try again. To avoid making the same mistake twice, I got my little poker tool and marked 1/4" intervals on it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeT5fHkwcTu-YqJYekPjSuVtonwbINrN8OpZpWQ8nwyVsJrTSIApFO3CsHI6uyPQRwEDfxrigoItK_xR_Z0TtohfIcZJWkoD0wNZP2OH2TJTwHNEFJjKg_XiHC78RtnKdQkutMxajvJWxOdXsu2NNcSA8QMOtrK7YjkETW5bnMYIP8XPW535PB/s800/100_4521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeT5fHkwcTu-YqJYekPjSuVtonwbINrN8OpZpWQ8nwyVsJrTSIApFO3CsHI6uyPQRwEDfxrigoItK_xR_Z0TtohfIcZJWkoD0wNZP2OH2TJTwHNEFJjKg_XiHC78RtnKdQkutMxajvJWxOdXsu2NNcSA8QMOtrK7YjkETW5bnMYIP8XPW535PB/w400-h300/100_4521.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe that'll help me get them planted to the correct depth. Another thing I'll need to do is figure out why some of the cells are sopping, while others are desert dry. I think my kitchen cabinet where I have it sitting isn't completely level. I'll need to check that before I plant anything else, and if it isn't level, I'll have to figure out where else I can put my greenhouse, or figure out some way to level it where it sits. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first step will be to find my level...</div><div><br /></div><div>OK, moving right along. A while back when I was first getting into pen-palling, I'd bought some stationery from Amazon, but to be honest, I never really liked it. I have finally almost used it all up. I have one sheet of paper and one envelope left, and I think I'll jot a quick note to my sister on that this weekend. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, what I didn't like about it was that the paper itself was too busy -- as in, it had too much decoration that obscured the writing. Some of the patterns were OK, but others were almost unusable. Well, enough complaining...as soon as I finished that last letter to my Australian pen pal, I got on Amazon and ordered some more paper, with matching envelopes. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlqigxR0EJbHIg5UToNODeaQkkhs7pgtKH9y4ZJ8Sb2twqnDCcO0WFMQSbzbXpNGLk36tluFmhBtDcW5uNIqFmhap5ajjCAgDI8QhlfJk1qUZyvkTDB39xQmGhpl06W8w1tUUJ3rciiMc2RqakOmm1t_t_YyA51SjAiAisF1w-6qHp3yEjT_x/s800/100_4522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlqigxR0EJbHIg5UToNODeaQkkhs7pgtKH9y4ZJ8Sb2twqnDCcO0WFMQSbzbXpNGLk36tluFmhBtDcW5uNIqFmhap5ajjCAgDI8QhlfJk1qUZyvkTDB39xQmGhpl06W8w1tUUJ3rciiMc2RqakOmm1t_t_YyA51SjAiAisF1w-6qHp3yEjT_x/w300-h400/100_4522.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It's much bigger, much simpler, and has lines! No more slanted writing. Now, I just need to find more pen pals. Anyone want one? </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, look what I got in the mail! A magazine from the Seaman's Church Institute! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qgZIex3SScWBmtJOaHqtLTUzKARfxMTGoxGYh3SdI4HHZGgBaMX6MUICYozst2LLQyeOH-V9QaaSgTPkU2TnARvKFjXpIOVD7_LdXxFQeTM7fJdczIxQn5UuLimu_3jV-xsFqi78yZBE08DqIPsA-D0lHej0pEM4bdiHWLxy_k5VYy2gfMwX/s800/100_4523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qgZIex3SScWBmtJOaHqtLTUzKARfxMTGoxGYh3SdI4HHZGgBaMX6MUICYozst2LLQyeOH-V9QaaSgTPkU2TnARvKFjXpIOVD7_LdXxFQeTM7fJdczIxQn5UuLimu_3jV-xsFqi78yZBE08DqIPsA-D0lHej0pEM4bdiHWLxy_k5VYy2gfMwX/w300-h400/100_4523.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Isn't that cool? </p><p>Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get to knitting. I've got sailor's heads to cover!</p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-35670608935723385092024-03-05T18:04:00.001-06:002024-03-05T18:04:17.183-06:00A Day Off<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whelp, the car is fixed. No more oil -- or whatever it was -- dripping onto my carport floor. Once the weather clears up a bit, I'll get the pressure washer out and try to clean up the stains. I'll need to do my back porch soon anyway. I'll knock them both out at the same time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I think is really cool is that the Ford place offers valet service now. They came early this morning and picked up the car, drove it to the service center, and when it was fixed, they brought it back and I never even had to get dressed -- or interact with people, which is a definite plus. Even better, I didn't have to sit up in the waiting room at the dealership the whole time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, the repair bill coupled with how slow work has been these last two years means I won't be able to go up to Missouri to see the eclipse -- unless I want to make it a day trip, and that's just a little bit too far for that. Still, I have my eclipse glasses and we're going to be at 90% coverage and I have that day off. I'll be watching it here. It won't be the same as totality, but it'll still be good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd thought if they got done with my car in time, I might run up to Batesville and walk the trails out at the Mounds, or at least go to the lake or Lee Tartt, and they did. Get my car done in time, I mean. The car was fixed and returned to my house by 10:45. Alas, it has been drizzly and rainy all day long, so I didn't go anywhere. I just stayed home and watched TV. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That wasn't allll I did, though. I finished a letter to my Australian pen pal-- the only one who still writes to me. I had so many pen pals for a while, but one by one, they've all quit writing except for this one. I tried about a year or so ago to get back onto that Global Penfriends website and find some more pen pals, but they totally changed everything up. You can't go in and browse people's profiles any more. You have to tell them what you're looking for, and they send you potential matches. Full disclosure, I haven't been back in over a year, so I don't know if they've changed again since then. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also knit this far on a hat with the yarn I'd bought last week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfU2YUiHCh6_hMdWPg-SFX5t8yEQFnsDV8-YEjx5rfSPQrHe5cfJXljWVA7nMnVyPf1E0IXbQKrZkK3FURkFMvQp1EMi0J9wdn2ZuDqSgKgg1TRJOTaS3Nva3mfoPC7voU_cdk9QTKthvZDbqXoCBYhvSTCAApNvJrsbP-zmoWkwY8DjLObXB/s4032/IMG_0463.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfU2YUiHCh6_hMdWPg-SFX5t8yEQFnsDV8-YEjx5rfSPQrHe5cfJXljWVA7nMnVyPf1E0IXbQKrZkK3FURkFMvQp1EMi0J9wdn2ZuDqSgKgg1TRJOTaS3Nva3mfoPC7voU_cdk9QTKthvZDbqXoCBYhvSTCAApNvJrsbP-zmoWkwY8DjLObXB/w400-h300/IMG_0463.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like the way this color is knitting up. I might get some more of it the next time I go into town. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The other thing I did was to get three more of my sunflower seedlings transplanted. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisDqOs-2kkuDlnO_yrRooKJEEvqHCBjtXNnbmVrQCkvd42Y-cxnRTNwyisTMokgxG_0Dp9gL6CbJnFTpK4r64wKcspetJv0nuYu75qbNJuOF2gsA-e5VFnvwMloI4nQhrmnallewdpwKIxasS16UXTeengOyYqAUqEH2i-DT5FxJOTflDNzkI9/s4032/IMG_0458.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisDqOs-2kkuDlnO_yrRooKJEEvqHCBjtXNnbmVrQCkvd42Y-cxnRTNwyisTMokgxG_0Dp9gL6CbJnFTpK4r64wKcspetJv0nuYu75qbNJuOF2gsA-e5VFnvwMloI4nQhrmnallewdpwKIxasS16UXTeengOyYqAUqEH2i-DT5FxJOTflDNzkI9/w400-h300/IMG_0458.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one here, I had to put two seedlings into the same pot, because their roots were so tangled up I was afraid I'd kill them if I tried to separate them. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFH9kQETQ-YYL2HUNskT80aDTXdwYQPlgs8QMJl24baeU83IRNEymqBPEEzv-WPwmBwyqHrfx3TPnge_bpw1kIAS-O3E3Ya66Kg1Ds8f1gIu8kCwXbxRsdXVeiBnFOCDuZBP6h-EZJRpKUCIEmLp21Jq6r3BMws_c9cY5kZ-d8qoX0xQmLNua/s3343/IMG_0457.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2735" data-original-width="3343" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFH9kQETQ-YYL2HUNskT80aDTXdwYQPlgs8QMJl24baeU83IRNEymqBPEEzv-WPwmBwyqHrfx3TPnge_bpw1kIAS-O3E3Ya66Kg1Ds8f1gIu8kCwXbxRsdXVeiBnFOCDuZBP6h-EZJRpKUCIEmLp21Jq6r3BMws_c9cY5kZ-d8qoX0xQmLNua/w400-h328/IMG_0457.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'll be good for a few days, though I do have some more that will need to be moved soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>I still only have two cosmos that have germinated, and only two bluebonnets. I think I may have messed up and planted the seeds too deep. I'm hoping they'll still germinate anyway. I'll give them a couple more weeks, and if I don't see any signs of life, I'll get another couple of packets of seeds and try again. I'm thinking now that I have my cloches, I might try to plant some directly into the ground and cover them with the cloche to keep the birds from getting the seeds. And if there's a chance of a late frost, I can cover the whole thing with a layer of plastic. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or I could just wait a month until the danger of frost has passed. But I probably won't. </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, what I'd thought was an allergy attack has turned out to be a case of conjunctivitis. I didn't go to the doctor, though, because most of the time it clears up on its own in a few days. Mine is already looking better, and my eyeball isn't as sore as it was yesterday. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll just keep an eye on it for now. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ha ha ha ha ha ha!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll see myself out....</div><p></p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-70986301537583293852024-03-04T16:55:00.001-06:002024-03-04T16:55:59.176-06:00Today Was The Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd intended to post yesterday, but alas, my allergies were acting up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Heh, "acting up"...they were in a full blown rage. But I'm feeling better today, and hopefully the rain this evening will settle things down even more. One of my eyeballs is still a bit sore -- which is what makes me think it's the Bradford Pears that are aggravating me. When I first moved here, my eyes would suddenly swell almost completely shut without warning, not even caring if I were at work or driving or anything. Thankfully, that doesn't happen any more, but they do still get pretty irritated at times. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This afternoon, I'd planned on taking the selfie stick for a test drive, but it's so dark outside what with the impending rain I decided to put that off until another day. I was a bit bummed that I'm going to have to take my phone out of the case to use the stick, because it won't fit otherwise, but we'll just have to deal with that for now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What it did today was to begin moving these sunflowers. A couple of them had reached what I felt was a critical point, in that they had started to flop over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLSOkJSCdFh3Dy0f70NrSZ1Ezu_BuMl90KyRVrmSh59HvpWoqkMFuEmTcbeqWelsnNz1xgEYOxgmg5xak9Xtc2hHuFoJ8wvs69_HGGIFdC8hFrHWfweUXaVtDCGa7rbJoSWcb9Q25aJSUyTXW-17eRLEwkdU1oHUAQyTykbueSoEBKyl3cKkx/s4032/IMG_0452.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLSOkJSCdFh3Dy0f70NrSZ1Ezu_BuMl90KyRVrmSh59HvpWoqkMFuEmTcbeqWelsnNz1xgEYOxgmg5xak9Xtc2hHuFoJ8wvs69_HGGIFdC8hFrHWfweUXaVtDCGa7rbJoSWcb9Q25aJSUyTXW-17eRLEwkdU1oHUAQyTykbueSoEBKyl3cKkx/w400-h300/IMG_0452.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I carefully dug them out of the tray, separated them, and planted them into these things. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1coXXrnDpHAEmHKx3JlfTwLPkHCeycF972QPgWGgphQO4Ms6uLqn9sy0ew2YnqZgzumlD15v8pXDATHJB_Q5-EncICK-loEzvdwEd7pZYeSqrFsFzCHrwGpt3cLjf0_dDZwbqhk9PyZqLtvlKFi0-Y9DUUntrmbezrG-2-lanjPzAKa55kfJh/s3812/IMG_0455.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2957" data-original-width="3812" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1coXXrnDpHAEmHKx3JlfTwLPkHCeycF972QPgWGgphQO4Ms6uLqn9sy0ew2YnqZgzumlD15v8pXDATHJB_Q5-EncICK-loEzvdwEd7pZYeSqrFsFzCHrwGpt3cLjf0_dDZwbqhk9PyZqLtvlKFi0-Y9DUUntrmbezrG-2-lanjPzAKa55kfJh/w400-h310/IMG_0455.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I put them outside for a bit, to begin hardening them off, but will bring them in when the rain starts here in a minute. I have the day off tomorrow to get my car fixed, so I'll try to get them out into some direct sunlight for a couple of hours -- morning sun, preferably since it's not as harsh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've got a few more that I'll probably move tomorrow, and the rest ought to be OK for a few more days. I just hope they survive. Like I said, it's a learning process. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other news, my garden cloches arrived yesterday, and I was pleasantly surprised that they were a bit bigger than I'd envisioned. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6x-bIoH-lDgKMXYBhqQIu0MvFx40rjRPa05Q2rRqYo5JR5sJLiOuBNnFPl9YzUyf9fEGuSrfwtfWdbhD6rUgr8EwQsmYiT6J1Ntbvd39yOpLHmnV-WsFeog3MlEHsRGovfHm6JIP4S_uJmpE-qcONe8W7ZKWuABt5KJbeevTKU-rsKfkWrhd/s4032/IMG_0453.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6x-bIoH-lDgKMXYBhqQIu0MvFx40rjRPa05Q2rRqYo5JR5sJLiOuBNnFPl9YzUyf9fEGuSrfwtfWdbhD6rUgr8EwQsmYiT6J1Ntbvd39yOpLHmnV-WsFeog3MlEHsRGovfHm6JIP4S_uJmpE-qcONe8W7ZKWuABt5KJbeevTKU-rsKfkWrhd/w300-h400/IMG_0453.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They came with little identification tags and pins to hold them into place. I'm seriously considering putting one over this bunch of violets, even though the deer don't usually bother them. </div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFs7O68v2MZaVG3p8G1IpFJgh_9NLdfHGnyZHiyiMjRWaHpMd-FpNLhJtufEM_87022RLEifFsdK3raiBj005RhWywQMN40RV8gHqpw-30pxTwyt_og1hW-BxlQG8Lg4uXYC4Q67rQ9R1wsGR3k4Hion1cd8J2nj6fx5KBOy6IlpLxgCdkFJI/s2798/IMG_0451.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2553" data-original-width="2798" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFs7O68v2MZaVG3p8G1IpFJgh_9NLdfHGnyZHiyiMjRWaHpMd-FpNLhJtufEM_87022RLEifFsdK3raiBj005RhWywQMN40RV8gHqpw-30pxTwyt_og1hW-BxlQG8Lg4uXYC4Q67rQ9R1wsGR3k4Hion1cd8J2nj6fx5KBOy6IlpLxgCdkFJI/w400-h365/IMG_0451.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Just to see how they work, you know. <p></p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-21947924217712379512024-03-02T18:25:00.000-06:002024-03-02T18:25:08.992-06:00Sunny Saturday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had thought I'd get up and go fishing today, or maybe go walk the trails out at the lake, or even go up to the Mounds at Batesville. In the end, I didn't do any of that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I did do is repot my Whatever Cacti. It all started with this one. I discovered a few weeks ago that the pot I'd put it in the last time I re-potted it had absolutely no drainage whatsoever. As it happens, I'd been slowly drowning the cactus that was in it. So to speak.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But even after I'd skipped watering it for a couple of weeks, the soil was way too damp and would have eventually led to root rot. So, first thing this morning -- after it warmed up a bit, that is -- I took it out and put it into a new pot, with drainage holes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06M3KfBrfHzcy5aiBd1qZO5KYkPMIrBx6xLOGdjx-_fjdOdvzVJABSqbMMhIaIpw7TXSCjE49_8qF2UiaAMyJfoCQvjERSMkLcmv1VRsNIUrm20DelnTDSTmEIHyvdmwpgHC9FI1KUfQ6zRzHtf9uWDedv0DvEuJjIq5CsfyuEVLHQmfy4tpT/s800/100_4516.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06M3KfBrfHzcy5aiBd1qZO5KYkPMIrBx6xLOGdjx-_fjdOdvzVJABSqbMMhIaIpw7TXSCjE49_8qF2UiaAMyJfoCQvjERSMkLcmv1VRsNIUrm20DelnTDSTmEIHyvdmwpgHC9FI1KUfQ6zRzHtf9uWDedv0DvEuJjIq5CsfyuEVLHQmfy4tpT/w300-h400/100_4516.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It is now fat, dumb, and happy -- as one of my old Navy instructors used to say. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had not planned on re-potting this one today, because I didn't think I had a pot big enough to put it into. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg987SjNcjfQnyMnBiWoRHJ-BIkcV4oN-11p-avCAm3yiRiq48B5CBnprCZTL4gyQPuDd1CggRBDmDdMAAR-l_d96UD2Vxwaw-RlrdQrs_NFGOy0RdOnTS-4uoo3ONlr2EEBmE5hXfjhLlEvCZ0Tek2qE-rUTf8TrHVKtYFP0rZqj63VO1VsQCM/s800/100_4515.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg987SjNcjfQnyMnBiWoRHJ-BIkcV4oN-11p-avCAm3yiRiq48B5CBnprCZTL4gyQPuDd1CggRBDmDdMAAR-l_d96UD2Vxwaw-RlrdQrs_NFGOy0RdOnTS-4uoo3ONlr2EEBmE5hXfjhLlEvCZ0Tek2qE-rUTf8TrHVKtYFP0rZqj63VO1VsQCM/w300-h400/100_4515.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>However, when I went into the shed to get a pot for the first transplanting, I found I actually had two. So the cactus got separated and repotted. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo25v1WupV9hh-0ZacSb3Lmq6MM4UcMnCWmRzRYPVmupQ3IHhJJhZOqsoIDFsyzgoD-yGuv0YJ1cepmFsWCEVh0-__iNovUHjqX5Jl6pMJYrj_EzBVtnDqh6vJu5neHpD8WTz6oM9bpQCBpNPZsnOnQmdAzCOkUV2iO5EITuKZCcvX66Lbg-LP/s800/100_4519.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo25v1WupV9hh-0ZacSb3Lmq6MM4UcMnCWmRzRYPVmupQ3IHhJJhZOqsoIDFsyzgoD-yGuv0YJ1cepmFsWCEVh0-__iNovUHjqX5Jl6pMJYrj_EzBVtnDqh6vJu5neHpD8WTz6oM9bpQCBpNPZsnOnQmdAzCOkUV2iO5EITuKZCcvX66Lbg-LP/w400-h300/100_4519.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>If you'll recall, <a href="https://sketchesandmore.blogspot.com/2023/11/christmas-wishes.html" target="_blank">I'd discovered last Fall</a> that I'd somehow gotten three colors of cacti put into the same pot, so I separated them as best I could based on leaf shape. The red one is on the right, and the pink on the left. I hope now that it has space, the pink one will bush out a bit. I've heard that if I prune it back, it'll become bushier, so I'm going to try that here in a few weeks, once it's recovered from transplant shock. </div><div><br /></div><div>The only cactus that didn't get traumatized today is this one. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaI1eA6TNsWinBJDp39AVcvyDwQUKMy4VajOa4CKOVk49JgvnRovg7v2pQusRIgpBybBmZiBnwMcUPoNpPRtsM-xv00Gls6iyssfVQNwtRjik9W4zWjuM2PKpviottZ1rAKc9EYapkte2O0f3jujgQhL3MRONJTJMDSZCUsvYUFT6WNh_2Wyb7/s800/100_4518.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaI1eA6TNsWinBJDp39AVcvyDwQUKMy4VajOa4CKOVk49JgvnRovg7v2pQusRIgpBybBmZiBnwMcUPoNpPRtsM-xv00Gls6iyssfVQNwtRjik9W4zWjuM2PKpviottZ1rAKc9EYapkte2O0f3jujgQhL3MRONJTJMDSZCUsvYUFT6WNh_2Wyb7/w300-h400/100_4518.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of James' cacti that I'd babysat a few weeks while they were moving back to Texas back in 2015. I'd inadvertently broken a piece off, so I rooted it. Since then, the poor thing has been through heck. It got completely dug up by a critter just a few years later, then it died back almost completely about two years ago. I think maybe I was drowning it, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I said before, when I'd re-potted everything last summer, I'd somehow gotten this mixed up into the green pot with the red and pink cacti. Since this cream color was just one sprig, I carefully dug it up shortly after it had bloomed and put it into this little pot, where it struggled a bit, but now seems to be recovering nicely. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's a bit of exciting news. It looks like my sweet mint is starting to come back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQskIeP8Z3IsHwf2M7B1SpMZkICFojzpzjXGwFVAweBhHnAsX16lWOKzE9oVpjBSHTaTUrSd0dJsQJTRpNkr1kYYQef4PyU6A6qCFV8fESmk0M3xF1M8j_wKRihtXQhSWcIYvqpuVVyjl5jiH1KDlCzIKdnfFSSjDwMmyGFJFl5be0a7WUhz87/s4032/IMG_0445.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQskIeP8Z3IsHwf2M7B1SpMZkICFojzpzjXGwFVAweBhHnAsX16lWOKzE9oVpjBSHTaTUrSd0dJsQJTRpNkr1kYYQef4PyU6A6qCFV8fESmk0M3xF1M8j_wKRihtXQhSWcIYvqpuVVyjl5jiH1KDlCzIKdnfFSSjDwMmyGFJFl5be0a7WUhz87/w300-h400/IMG_0445.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I haven't seen any signs of life from anything else, except the lemon thyme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lest you think that's all I did, I finished a hat,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VoEjRNDXitW6PYfRH3H9ux4bqOPXosihQoReyN3z5rWBA_FNGQUyOhGy-cvZC-PRpsI4V6FKYfyLnc9QWVU7edeszh6Kg2HeoTDyNHIX0wNFMWWaPF2M00T346mnCT08N_jeaUcjEvmjYjuWP4dGqvnrczrFYwxIyLmCoNOfIG-W7QfxUZAg/s800/100_4520.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VoEjRNDXitW6PYfRH3H9ux4bqOPXosihQoReyN3z5rWBA_FNGQUyOhGy-cvZC-PRpsI4V6FKYfyLnc9QWVU7edeszh6Kg2HeoTDyNHIX0wNFMWWaPF2M00T346mnCT08N_jeaUcjEvmjYjuWP4dGqvnrczrFYwxIyLmCoNOfIG-W7QfxUZAg/w400-h300/100_4520.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />and will soon be casting on another. <div><br /></div><div>But first, I need a shower. <br /><br />Laters. <p></p></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-80444627442752691952024-02-29T18:23:00.003-06:002024-02-29T18:23:44.554-06:00I Took The Plunge<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, it's that time again. Time to get the old boobies smashed, and since I was already in town, I decided to go ahead and run by Walmart today instead of tomorrow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />While I was there, I finally took the plunge and bought a selfie stick. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdxn3IqJa0SSojaRODdZHU7Sq3ZtGpWvZIb4gVjS8BYhNL3A5Tvz2bOAQO4HdUqcrCfmNhXRq9FryQAI1Tf7EaV4cr0roW02puzPv2pjAMsPMjamFc4X24j3iKiF4nt6gtmzCx5QEiN5P0n2fjMo66QhUYZFkr7dGhz_cHeV5VIM62zYUO2nC/s800/100_4512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdxn3IqJa0SSojaRODdZHU7Sq3ZtGpWvZIb4gVjS8BYhNL3A5Tvz2bOAQO4HdUqcrCfmNhXRq9FryQAI1Tf7EaV4cr0roW02puzPv2pjAMsPMjamFc4X24j3iKiF4nt6gtmzCx5QEiN5P0n2fjMo66QhUYZFkr7dGhz_cHeV5VIM62zYUO2nC/w300-h400/100_4512.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>No, I won't be deluging you with a bunch of selfies, so you don't have to worry about that! But I thought I kind of wanted to do a little vlogging -- even though my first couple of vlogs didn't seem to be all that popular -- and what basically amounts to a phone handle would make that much easier. </p><p>Now for the question, what would you like to see me do vlogs of? Pretty much anything is on the table -- as long as it is family friendly and PG rated. </p><p>Oh, and on impulse, I picked up this skein of yarn. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-x1aauyYJ4xvbU_mh7Ldzu6EkPgqrCGa2_mpvo8eAkX0MOJhwhGQkRQIqKf8Brc6JwRa4JLw1uBRp-TGEuXxCNPIjxJDGtmC_L9kGXXuOBHCWWGGF-r1MuFecI8dOx5gcy6SUzFvChKAFUSGS3uv-K8WsxJIXHwl15C5eY1OZanC3A9Bl_d-/s800/100_4513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-x1aauyYJ4xvbU_mh7Ldzu6EkPgqrCGa2_mpvo8eAkX0MOJhwhGQkRQIqKf8Brc6JwRa4JLw1uBRp-TGEuXxCNPIjxJDGtmC_L9kGXXuOBHCWWGGF-r1MuFecI8dOx5gcy6SUzFvChKAFUSGS3uv-K8WsxJIXHwl15C5eY1OZanC3A9Bl_d-/w400-h300/100_4513.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I thought it would make some pretty hats, and I'm almost out of all my variegated or self striping yarns. I've got quite a bit of solid color yarn left, but most of it is blue or gray. I need something exciting. </p><p>In other news, I think I may have messed up when I planted the sunflower seeds in the same tray as the others. Some of them are almost as tall as the lid now, so I'm going to have to do something with them sooner rather than later. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2nNivnSjhYZML75bs4cVBOpj-6EBCLK5vjEybLr9fWYK4oIFWLZ_iHBN_DeHpqZaB9V_DjqezdWGiP5P0nnRVJGyY3YwK-7M2gYhoirWiZwXcRJs2Lg0svw-1IKOk8bZ72HaiZNhYBQyhaS09UA9Gf3mic_-5AtohuYmdKG3Ge6QCVJOCgtc/s800/100_4514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2nNivnSjhYZML75bs4cVBOpj-6EBCLK5vjEybLr9fWYK4oIFWLZ_iHBN_DeHpqZaB9V_DjqezdWGiP5P0nnRVJGyY3YwK-7M2gYhoirWiZwXcRJs2Lg0svw-1IKOk8bZ72HaiZNhYBQyhaS09UA9Gf3mic_-5AtohuYmdKG3Ge6QCVJOCgtc/w400-h300/100_4514.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />I went ahead and ordered some of those garden cloches, and I have some of those things you buy plants from Walmart in, so I might transplant them into those and put them outside after hardening them off, of course. It's a learning experience...<p></p><p>By the way, if you look very carefully, you can see what appears to be one single teensy little cosmos coming up. I'm not going to tell you where it is. I'll just wait and see if you can find it. </p><p>Consider it an early Easter Egg hunt... </p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-12961086915903615062024-02-28T18:26:00.001-06:002024-02-28T18:26:39.619-06:00Schadenfreude <p>Oh, how the mighty have fallen. And how we are loving it. And should probably repent, but probably won't. Ok, here's the story. </p><p>Remember how Demi-god was going to come and teach us poor plebs how sub-brazing should be done? Remember him bragging that he can braze 500 headers a day and all? </p><p>He's starting to find out it's a completely different story when you have to actually follow the rules and can't just do whatever you want. When you have to actually go by the schedule and can't pick and choose which orders you get. That's what he'd done on second shift, and the group leader would save all the big orders of easy parts for him, but on day shift has to do whatever is next on the schedule, and he does not like it. Not one bit. </p><p>So yesterday he was over there crying to the Supervisor about how few headers he's been able to do since he got up there. He didn't even do 200! What a travesty! First he was blaming the adapter tubes not being cut correctly, but that's no excuse because we all have to deal with that. Then he was saying he didn't feel good, but that's no excuse either, because we all have to sometimes come to work when we don't feel good. </p><p>But wait, there's more. One day last week, one of the test tank operators was out, so they sent Demi-god back there to run it. He was not happy. He was slamming his papers around and glaring at everybody, but he went. That brings us to today. </p><p>Again, one of the test tank operators was out, so Supervisor told Demi-god to go back there. Again, he was not happy. I though I heard him mutter something about going home, but he didn't. Well, after lunch, one of my coworkers told me that Demi-god had gone to Cuz and complained that he was tired of being moved all the time. Cuz told him to go talk to Daddy, and supposedly Daddy told him, "You'll be all right. Go on over there and get to work!" </p><p>And some of my coworkers learned a new vocabulary word today: schadenfreude. </p><p>In other news, Monday the Ford place called me and let me know the part for my car was in, and they'd scheduled me for March 5th -- which is next Tuesday. Shouldn't be a problem. So, first thing yesterday morning, I put in for a vacation day and I had to spend the rest of the day sitting on my hands -- figuratively speaking -- so I wouldn't hunt down Supervisor and nag and pester and worry and beg him to approve it. "I <i>need</i> this day. I have something I <i>have</i> to do. I need you to approve it!" </p><p>Because that's what we have spent the last 18ish months having to do. </p><p>I talked myself off that ledge, reminding myself that this Supervisor isn't...well, now that he's gone, I supposed I can tell you the nickname we had for him, which was Bozo. I reminded myself that this isn't Bozo and he'll get it taken care of and so was able to finish the day without worrying him to death about the vacation request. Sure enough, when I checked this morning Supervisor had already approved the day, so now I'm all set to get my car finally fixed. Even better, the Ford place is going to come pick it up from my house, so I don't have to sit all day in their waiting room watching TV and knitting. </p><p>I can sit all day at home watching TV and knitting. Which is much better. </p><p>In weather news, it was 72° when I got up this morning and by lunch time it had dropped to 53°. Normally, I don't light a fire until it's down in the 40s, but since it's so late in the season, I splurged when I got home and now the house is toasty warm. I think I'll get a little hot chocolate a bit later on, too. </p><p>Look at this: I came home to three more seedlings poking their heads up. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPCSdkJnCvqRjXX5kxZwyE6I27eatSHzFCGdd3EwMW3a0LTTXcnJnaTlVLq2LSGBwX4vmx_PfymCcJXVZS22wW0-6F3Uf9WFewTybKVYICYFOTG3JeFU6EDzjO_1m9SI_H9ED-lZBK28P3UuUJql_afvZGQT_F0cGSfVp9amXRUWXECAw1OK_/s3779/IMG_0444.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2797" data-original-width="3779" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPCSdkJnCvqRjXX5kxZwyE6I27eatSHzFCGdd3EwMW3a0LTTXcnJnaTlVLq2LSGBwX4vmx_PfymCcJXVZS22wW0-6F3Uf9WFewTybKVYICYFOTG3JeFU6EDzjO_1m9SI_H9ED-lZBK28P3UuUJql_afvZGQT_F0cGSfVp9amXRUWXECAw1OK_/w400-h296/IMG_0444.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>That makes 7 all together. They're all sunflowers, so far. I'm hoping the others will start showing up pretty soon. It's only been 5 days since I planted them, and yes, I know I'm being impatient. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm thinking about buying some garden cloches and planting them outside as soon as they get strong enough. That way, even if we do have a late frost, it will be easy to cover them with a garbage bag. I just need to decide where to put them. </div><div><br /></div><div>If they even survive, that is. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now, I think it's time for that hot chocolate. </div><div><br /></div><div>Laters...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-10410640504309630272024-02-27T18:43:00.000-06:002024-02-27T18:43:07.489-06:00Life!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Life! Life! I have given my creation liiiiife!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok, yeah, that was a bit dramatic, but look at what I found when I got home this afternoon! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPxr2OLX9jzRATeReO2sxiZ47nMQFT3DX2dquvpX1LUbWXORgYj32bhoqjYWCgMd3iEbAqacj1yFFvEgSzE12tP6bNK6GAE1yzqkOOZP5DizGMBH7wzDoT1zzLB13dvaVFmq8GMkLDuzB-saxsflMKvO_F9i0-XX9z9g8aKL2Cpbeg7loIzQT/s4032/IMG_0435.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPxr2OLX9jzRATeReO2sxiZ47nMQFT3DX2dquvpX1LUbWXORgYj32bhoqjYWCgMd3iEbAqacj1yFFvEgSzE12tP6bNK6GAE1yzqkOOZP5DizGMBH7wzDoT1zzLB13dvaVFmq8GMkLDuzB-saxsflMKvO_F9i0-XX9z9g8aKL2Cpbeg7loIzQT/w400-h300/IMG_0435.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is one of the sunflowers I planted, and there are three altogether. I hope the rest germinate, and I hope they survive. Still nothing from the other two types of plants, though, but look what else is showing signs of life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgrYkZlrdMbGdjUGsU1dsPyjtnP0ZdNQP901qID7G-INHGLTLIug9d0Sf16iOeEAbobi5BVVAUgddoJrasvkvqBrNm_MlFn1RjdzU_zMgq9vgOgUsgCO6Tw4Q6s7LopuleFrZIrpK67wNGyoYt2gnrs4OJB1hNulLQRQ9vK_GdQ2-DgWBa7ho/s4032/IMG_0436.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgrYkZlrdMbGdjUGsU1dsPyjtnP0ZdNQP901qID7G-INHGLTLIug9d0Sf16iOeEAbobi5BVVAUgddoJrasvkvqBrNm_MlFn1RjdzU_zMgq9vgOgUsgCO6Tw4Q6s7LopuleFrZIrpK67wNGyoYt2gnrs4OJB1hNulLQRQ9vK_GdQ2-DgWBa7ho/w300-h400/IMG_0436.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I believe to be a wild blackberry. We shall see. </div><div><br /></div><div>While I was wandering around the back yard, I found some violets starting to bloom. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaSrbxl19v6VSmYmKtNz7YRTI8nxfx7pSQBKdz4_YngdfHiUtl-U46-K0aqYYx1_9qnexUkasvdZj8uAXhr5SkcKckaFw8AZsiyU1joJgAGhQqaCqaeLRbFaTSMnNP1RUu3alUSrrDger5BY-0h7LP-kIL3aOIAFc47G6yPHOuTLmCNx__ICP/s1757/IMG_0439.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1757" data-original-width="1515" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaSrbxl19v6VSmYmKtNz7YRTI8nxfx7pSQBKdz4_YngdfHiUtl-U46-K0aqYYx1_9qnexUkasvdZj8uAXhr5SkcKckaFw8AZsiyU1joJgAGhQqaCqaeLRbFaTSMnNP1RUu3alUSrrDger5BY-0h7LP-kIL3aOIAFc47G6yPHOuTLmCNx__ICP/w345-h400/IMG_0439.jpeg" width="345" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And more of my daffodils are starting to open up. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiw-HxsmZd_e7blr3H40975hQepzjha6k_seRRETGIqrQ_3uNwRb_jqsDG3bkcXW0vGDPyhI_0fkqIDi_r2fqjKGALSFcXcpl2p6V9BDhKOD_hedRIXEQ7Sds_Oe5UuzbUdrtqjsIZfGwigHedTBLFpBSjo3dKOpFHMXE5j_348dj52eNHf4Nu/s3074/IMG_0440.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="3074" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiw-HxsmZd_e7blr3H40975hQepzjha6k_seRRETGIqrQ_3uNwRb_jqsDG3bkcXW0vGDPyhI_0fkqIDi_r2fqjKGALSFcXcpl2p6V9BDhKOD_hedRIXEQ7Sds_Oe5UuzbUdrtqjsIZfGwigHedTBLFpBSjo3dKOpFHMXE5j_348dj52eNHf4Nu/w400-h293/IMG_0440.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Unfortunately, my little bluebonnets look like they're dying. My friend who lives in New Braunfels is already getting blooms, but mine are struggling. I know I should probably just give up, but I'd really love to have a little stand of home here. I'm considering getting one of those big, half-barrel looking planters and planting them year to year. It looks like that's the only way I'm going to get me some bluebonnets. <div><br /></div><div>In the midst of all that, I decided to repot my Venus Fly Trap. I left him in the same pot, but separated the rhizomes and spread them out a bit. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCa_UZs1r8cqDESx_8CWikPMGH6jKJ37tVduHvDTGyvZwucYPGKCzwNF5REN3UUFVNkEzYwlFPOwuwOlS7EZJjfi1mXbSzxvg8muPixlKuaU3c5wwZBpf2HSKLOBbFxCcaiza3Fysf1wTgdo8EXr1T-DgQqKzxZFrDoOsC7YDGnCx2F33wMWv/s4032/IMG_0442.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCa_UZs1r8cqDESx_8CWikPMGH6jKJ37tVduHvDTGyvZwucYPGKCzwNF5REN3UUFVNkEzYwlFPOwuwOlS7EZJjfi1mXbSzxvg8muPixlKuaU3c5wwZBpf2HSKLOBbFxCcaiza3Fysf1wTgdo8EXr1T-DgQqKzxZFrDoOsC7YDGnCx2F33wMWv/w300-h400/IMG_0442.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>He looks pretty rough right now because he is just beginning to come out of his winter dormancy. He'll settle down in a few weeks and start putting out new leaves. I probably won't need to re-pot him for another 2-3 years, and by that time, he will need a bigger pot. </div><div><br /></div><div>All that to say, my poor potting table is in the back part of the shed that used to be old chicken coops. I had it tucked right up against the back wall, but the only problem is it's so dark back there I can't even see. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCWdp1jLrk5EgXq2Bdf9mgepQyDNDlIiOx7usZKGtvhaxG1O4SA2RJWGgccnsomlf3CoaLH_S8Ast_I5n2LkkW8V1Wz5GekFpx6RGFrTRN2mPm5mV9j674IvgL8fJI2b-9j8FffblpOlUCWkqRz2pNNnzONBzmrV2rtATs_dKP9cs3Xw1QQGX/s3061/IMG_0437.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3061" data-original-width="2064" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCWdp1jLrk5EgXq2Bdf9mgepQyDNDlIiOx7usZKGtvhaxG1O4SA2RJWGgccnsomlf3CoaLH_S8Ast_I5n2LkkW8V1Wz5GekFpx6RGFrTRN2mPm5mV9j674IvgL8fJI2b-9j8FffblpOlUCWkqRz2pNNnzONBzmrV2rtATs_dKP9cs3Xw1QQGX/w270-h400/IMG_0437.jpeg" width="270" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I kept having to bring Marty Mac out into the sunlight so I could see what I was doing. I finally got fed up and re-arranged. I brought the potting table up towards the front of the old coop where it's got plenty of light now. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_hu9QodDX74l5GFQgHZaDMlntkdZAc0ogdjJ2RRWicaliE2GVw3NrWZdL3V7Wn3j725iJ6CBwgB7tRPd3V7q7Qj_MOV38TsZQVNZL0FA47zJ-FKHyDN3TAX7UB0xnsWQ9JIqOmGBlEaMIpPE2i00PnMRRKZIlRC89RB8M7IFt6q2XPfjNBCW/s4032/IMG_0438.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_hu9QodDX74l5GFQgHZaDMlntkdZAc0ogdjJ2RRWicaliE2GVw3NrWZdL3V7Wn3j725iJ6CBwgB7tRPd3V7q7Qj_MOV38TsZQVNZL0FA47zJ-FKHyDN3TAX7UB0xnsWQ9JIqOmGBlEaMIpPE2i00PnMRRKZIlRC89RB8M7IFt6q2XPfjNBCW/w300-h400/IMG_0438.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It's much easier to see what I'm doing now. Alas, it's much easier for you to see what a mess I left...Eh, I'm going to re-pot my Whatever Cacti soon, and I'll clean it all up soon. <div><br /></div><div>In other news, they've got this new thing going at work -- besides the weird music, that is. Instead of just posting the announcements on the screens like they used to, now they have two of the HR people giving them like a news break. They call it ADP News You Can Use. The main problem with that is, you can't hear them. If anyone is paging, or any machines are running, or a forklift is driving by they completely drown out the sound from the TV screen. </div><div><br /></div><div>One thing they're going to start doing is having a couple of employees of the month. Other than that, I have no idea what the rest of the announcements were. But I think what they're really doing is trying to convince us that this isn't a horrible and toxic place to work. </div><div><br /></div><div>The chamber of commerce announced yesterday that a new industry would be coming to Grenada soon, and Milwaukee Tools has started accepting applications, and the <i>"core group of employees who will stay with us no matter how badly we treat them"</i> are going to be aging out and retiring soon...</div><div><br /></div><div>I think they're starting to panic a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>More about that in another post. Right now, I need to get something to eat. </div><div><br />Laters.</div></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-37779758799210701612024-02-26T18:14:00.002-06:002024-02-26T18:14:29.456-06:00A New Thing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am so sleepy and I don't really know why. I slept pretty well last night, even though 4:30 still comes mighty early. I don't really have a lot to talk about today, but I had to show you my little bunch of jonquils. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX3OTgzJt_ruX_Etsv5hKXpvZvPUhSgdG_QeoAMD_sW0GWfk9PiWDfFtm7VAg6jp9PDI6qYiErNbNSx4Wpfyu_kGpxV3tx8Rg1MmkoU4mRrentIUMypvSHf5e1IaDoXILSUi6vJ0R96ehryJlMgoSY7kG6way66YeqMeYsHsUsPrn8tLz2QCd/s3191/IMG_0430.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2659" data-original-width="3191" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX3OTgzJt_ruX_Etsv5hKXpvZvPUhSgdG_QeoAMD_sW0GWfk9PiWDfFtm7VAg6jp9PDI6qYiErNbNSx4Wpfyu_kGpxV3tx8Rg1MmkoU4mRrentIUMypvSHf5e1IaDoXILSUi6vJ0R96ehryJlMgoSY7kG6way66YeqMeYsHsUsPrn8tLz2QCd/w400-h334/IMG_0430.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Plus, I've got a daffodil in the back yard where I had transplanted some of them last year. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6JVujorqFJvgjkA-ZUGBnjfMBkDAslEwHV4IXip3Cv0bAgmDE26tx8EaQTjMCgOCxCGcZeInm77brPCiuFRi9Ha4_wuBDi8q6mk-m22v2Ja3GKRPfSwQfmYUOwO-d6AbriM9efJt8jQfu6PfblYJAHvCtOHW-4K-3iAdLzGxI8xlPIKNljnE/s4032/IMG_0432.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6JVujorqFJvgjkA-ZUGBnjfMBkDAslEwHV4IXip3Cv0bAgmDE26tx8EaQTjMCgOCxCGcZeInm77brPCiuFRi9Ha4_wuBDi8q6mk-m22v2Ja3GKRPfSwQfmYUOwO-d6AbriM9efJt8jQfu6PfblYJAHvCtOHW-4K-3iAdLzGxI8xlPIKNljnE/w300-h400/IMG_0432.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hoping they're in a better spot, and will grow and spread, instead of dying back the way they were in the previous spot. </div><div><br /></div><div>Still nothing growing in here, but I went ahead and turned on the grow lights just in case. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXRbXp1NqxxfqRUnSti7SI0EgQWun3sRCGU8l22d6uGjNdQ0QrK-rB3SJ58S_-1hmovuQqR791r2Bsjxqikkdb5a3k3Ri1tH3_N-8esHdQmodCn1tFV5htJ3OV0F7TsVakJP8GEkze69-O_Rmx-6e1-PR-8bXdA2R08hKao4NiJYj4gWqCQCG/s4032/IMG_0433.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXRbXp1NqxxfqRUnSti7SI0EgQWun3sRCGU8l22d6uGjNdQ0QrK-rB3SJ58S_-1hmovuQqR791r2Bsjxqikkdb5a3k3Ri1tH3_N-8esHdQmodCn1tFV5htJ3OV0F7TsVakJP8GEkze69-O_Rmx-6e1-PR-8bXdA2R08hKao4NiJYj4gWqCQCG/w400-h300/IMG_0433.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>I've got it set to a 12 on/12 off cycle, so that ought to be good for them. When they do germinate, that is. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, I bought myself a little Valentine's Day gift. But first, you need a little back story. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of years ago, a new show started on CBS called Ghosts. It's a really cute show, and is now into its third season. In the show, a couple from New York named Samantha and Jay inherit an old country house and decide to turn it into a bed and breakfast. </div><div><br /></div><div>During the renovations, Sam trips and falls down the stairs and spends some time in a coma. I think it was 6 months, but I don't remember for sure. After she recovers and goes back home, she discovers that she can see and hear ghosts, and her house is haunted. It's a really cute show and I've enjoyed watching it. It's up on Paramount +, if you have the subscription to that. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's based on a BBC series of the same name, and naturally I was curious about the original series since the BBC shows seem to always be much better than their American counterparts. The one exception to that rule has been The Office. I hated the BBC version of that. </div><div><br /></div><div>OK, enter Horrible Histories. They put that show up on Hulu sometime last summer, and I absolutely love that show. It's a British children's show that teaches history through comedy sketches and songs, and has many of the same actors in it as are in Ghosts. I'd gone to YouTube to see if I could make a playlist of some of my favorite songs, and the algorithm kicked in and began showing me clips of some of these actors' other roles -- including Ghosts. </div><div><br /></div><div>This peaked my interest and I began to look for places to watch it. Unfortunately, none of my streaming services has it. Until the writer's and actor's strikes began. The networks began scrambling to find stuff to fill the time slots, and in November, it was announced that the UK version of Ghosts would begin airing on CBS. Hooray!</div><div><br /></div><div>I watched the first two episodes and was totally hooked. So much so, I bought the entire series from Amazon -- and I mean, all five seasons. The BBC version has so much more depth and richness than the American version, and I hate that it ended so soon.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which brings us to about a week and a half ago. I was doing something and had YouTube on for background noise, and the algorithm kicked up a video of something like a comic-con taking place over in England somewhere. This particular video was a Q&A session with some of the actors from Ghosts. </div><div><br /></div><div>Somewhere in there, they mentioned a book they'd done called the Button House Archives. The way they were talking about it, it sounded really cool, so off to Amazon I went. And here it is:</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJNUtuXZikynOiq5avYgk6KF0wWxkIQGWZOnS5fqbLxD-UClOckEZYXRjnVlPiXt61vfcSed3zIvHs0W-yuggBGygZFpQrXFhrAyUPl3DjsUMRoNHppa96S_-K1VVRewfhmQwZnm1F3xJcW2R56-dzrs7KSIvNNu8DOXMPDDGCfKTvreVvxF9/s800/100_4507.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJNUtuXZikynOiq5avYgk6KF0wWxkIQGWZOnS5fqbLxD-UClOckEZYXRjnVlPiXt61vfcSed3zIvHs0W-yuggBGygZFpQrXFhrAyUPl3DjsUMRoNHppa96S_-K1VVRewfhmQwZnm1F3xJcW2R56-dzrs7KSIvNNu8DOXMPDDGCfKTvreVvxF9/w400-h300/100_4507.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> I've only glanced through it at this point, but I'm loving it. It's a collection of papers, </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-PFnxs9h-Uc8pIVsnLcu6tY7xOVW35A1wVlsC5OyeTf94JDrejDBXdOvAPoPPvshtuMh8sdpHwiVvGtCEY2Km0KHz6ntDsY226VLwdtTkKuIteBbCKFc_HVXL8H2VAgqHD3z4EZXMW9GCahls1g8Liet6E5eW9gagp27JSKVogZrBuHEWoL6/s3426/100_4508.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2569" data-original-width="3426" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-PFnxs9h-Uc8pIVsnLcu6tY7xOVW35A1wVlsC5OyeTf94JDrejDBXdOvAPoPPvshtuMh8sdpHwiVvGtCEY2Km0KHz6ntDsY226VLwdtTkKuIteBbCKFc_HVXL8H2VAgqHD3z4EZXMW9GCahls1g8Liet6E5eW9gagp27JSKVogZrBuHEWoL6/w400-h300/100_4508.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and notes, </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lLoKxWrnnfZiK1umxUAzbA1yQqqGDO76kESK_DMsHi_udgeMFSFXSe3S80DW3bxQ3q-fHh2JuDYsORVDocl6YkUo8ddIBeBjTBbi_QI-pjhIb9htdX1cX5G4NtTqFx8m8i24mE1EUxFG4cKgWxd_ijFNXyazaEm_xPmhevxRpFkw1eMkZ2yg/s800/100_4509.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lLoKxWrnnfZiK1umxUAzbA1yQqqGDO76kESK_DMsHi_udgeMFSFXSe3S80DW3bxQ3q-fHh2JuDYsORVDocl6YkUo8ddIBeBjTBbi_QI-pjhIb9htdX1cX5G4NtTqFx8m8i24mE1EUxFG4cKgWxd_ijFNXyazaEm_xPmhevxRpFkw1eMkZ2yg/w400-h300/100_4509.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and the backstories of the ghosts. </div><br /><div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIZgmpTxlkzXjl7kX3bBiCjYB8Td5T6OnKP0Wn48nfh4d6AUiITQpymcCmnc7GB8avZDoux-o3UpA4UWytH1P1mo595de7-oTJ4hdEvkTfHLINuTcgB9qWnGh0lY9rqN1qm1hEOJVDIETeAMoqtEpANIg-yNr_cBgymrSr-Nbclhm0pZwR2O6/s800/100_4511.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIZgmpTxlkzXjl7kX3bBiCjYB8Td5T6OnKP0Wn48nfh4d6AUiITQpymcCmnc7GB8avZDoux-o3UpA4UWytH1P1mo595de7-oTJ4hdEvkTfHLINuTcgB9qWnGh0lY9rqN1qm1hEOJVDIETeAMoqtEpANIg-yNr_cBgymrSr-Nbclhm0pZwR2O6/w400-h300/100_4511.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div>All of it is in period appropriate print, as if they'd found all this stuff in the house and put it into a book. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I'm a dork, but I love this kind of stuff. Which means I'm about to abandon you for my new book. </div><div><br /></div><div>Laters...</div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-75057644302056401662024-02-25T17:30:00.002-06:002024-02-25T17:30:48.037-06:00Knitting And The Bard<p>I am almost done with my emotional support chicken. I finished knitting the last piece this afternoon. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHa3ap85ijUmqCCs_Wn5V78wD0ADHdcKkOsJFEupuQpniM-Qityq9v6TEUauGf54gV8e5Axk1v9EENabbLxtDYjB0vQb-g40lVUJdAjLoYZlx-b_FeElyoGhdq9IOTLI0pUXKXTRP0kfpHwcKH_Nrso-EX84aPPkHhuKnK6BunORpk_IJJPrPz/s800/100_4503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHa3ap85ijUmqCCs_Wn5V78wD0ADHdcKkOsJFEupuQpniM-Qityq9v6TEUauGf54gV8e5Axk1v9EENabbLxtDYjB0vQb-g40lVUJdAjLoYZlx-b_FeElyoGhdq9IOTLI0pUXKXTRP0kfpHwcKH_Nrso-EX84aPPkHhuKnK6BunORpk_IJJPrPz/w300-h400/100_4503.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It's going to have to wait a minute before I sew it up and stuff it, though. I looked through my button box and tried to find some that would work for eyes, but none of them looked quite right, so I'm going to have to order some safety eyes -- unless I drive up to Southaven or back down to Jackson again, which I don't really want to do. Not for a minute, anyway. I can only do so many things before I need a break from thing doing. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, I'm still working on hats, </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUihrN7Qs_nmizntvdglLrLUKIeUEgavzKCQVW6qt3LNd9OOtvTYgrb2wOmDIpWbelhG4j86pn6_zkww0GKM35wjiREQO6gP4Ux0UBXgcehSINsNvwlUITKluxq_if877zCJKupgJCLjS7F23U_ZOXU9UdTEgFsBvstpPKmscxv44GVzYivEit/s800/100_4504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUihrN7Qs_nmizntvdglLrLUKIeUEgavzKCQVW6qt3LNd9OOtvTYgrb2wOmDIpWbelhG4j86pn6_zkww0GKM35wjiREQO6gP4Ux0UBXgcehSINsNvwlUITKluxq_if877zCJKupgJCLjS7F23U_ZOXU9UdTEgFsBvstpPKmscxv44GVzYivEit/w400-h300/100_4504.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and I'm still adding a few rows to this scarf here and there. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8sa2B4xLxTgUO9IGSdRAlsJP582vCzyXbIbpYcB_zIzHZbPmioCa_Fx8C3rOm8JCc6rgbJ8DyvstDp19LHyNpEjnp0uowj8PqDzrdGnKjVM-npAu1rkXD5OLhXSi41dnjBfseyRhDMDE-ODMYkw20ZdeaCm7G_vDNjnZtIykuwXBCz4tLwmS/s800/100_4505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8sa2B4xLxTgUO9IGSdRAlsJP582vCzyXbIbpYcB_zIzHZbPmioCa_Fx8C3rOm8JCc6rgbJ8DyvstDp19LHyNpEjnp0uowj8PqDzrdGnKjVM-npAu1rkXD5OLhXSi41dnjBfseyRhDMDE-ODMYkw20ZdeaCm7G_vDNjnZtIykuwXBCz4tLwmS/w400-h300/100_4505.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>In other news, it was a gorgeous day -- sunny and warm, but not too hot. I was able to open my doors and windows and let some fresh air into the house. The spring-like weather has made me anxious to get out and plant a garden of some sort, but I know it's still too early for that. We've had frost as late as mid-April, so I usually wait until then to plant stuff outside. I asked Cody and Brennan if there was anything in particular they wanted me to add to my herb garden, and they gave me a few ideas. Even if everything I planted last year survived the freeze, I've got three empty spots, so I can accommodate at least some of their requests. </p><p>I'm actually kind of wanting to get another one. Raised planter, I mean. Don't know what I'm going to put into it, but I've had so much fun with the one I have, I want to do more of it. Maybe I can put flowers into that one. </p><p>Speaking of, I've probably checked my mini greenhouse about 500 times since Friday, even though I know good and well nothing will have germinated this soon. But as soon as something shows its little green head, I will certainly let you know. </p><p>And finally, I finished reading Love's Labor's Lost, by The Bard. Quite frankly, I isn't one of my favorites. I didn't find a whole lot of videos of the play on YouTube, but I did find a couple. One was filmed like a movie. I tried to watch it, but about ten minutes in, I gave up and went looking for another version. I found a Shakespeare By The Sea version that was pretty good, even though it was updated with modern costumes and stuff. It looked like a bunch of college kids putting it on, and I thought they did a really good job. If you're interested, you can watch it here: <a href="https://youtu.be/HEBOBqBjjYI?si=L6HKFH_5d7SQSFBh" target="_blank">Love's Labor's Lost</a>. </p><p>Next up is A Midsummer Night's Dream. After that, I think I'll take a break from Shakespeare and read something a little lighter. </p><p>I'll let you know. </p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-73532736262945725402024-02-24T20:45:00.004-06:002024-02-24T20:45:59.205-06:00Gem Show<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whelp, despite my best efforts to get out of it, today was that gem and mineral show down in Jackson. Grumbling and grousing the whole time, I got out of bed this morning and headed South. Once I was there, I had a good time. It's just getting myself going that's the trouble. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The only thing is, I've got to figure out what is wrong with my car sound system. It was snapping and staticky last fall, so I turned it off. I don't know what I did to it, but now it won't even turn on. I hit the button, and the on screen flashes for a moment, then it turns right back off. Thank goodness for radio garden on my phone, or I'd have had to make that whole trip in silence. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I made it to Cody and Brennan's house, picked them up, and off to the gem show we went. They had a guy there directing people paying the entry fee in cash to one side, and those using cards to the other. Cody said, "What if you bought your tickets online?" He told us to go see this one woman, who blessed us enthusiastically for pre-paying, then tried to give Brennan a discount for being under 16 years old. "I'm 23!" she said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"You have good genes," the lady replied. And with that, we were inside, and Brennan was in hog heaven. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was more interested in the fossils and stuff, including dinosaur fossils that were found here in Mississippi. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3faHXPVvEDQVVk1KMxJFJeiuToMQhZh2QZ7vpqHThYPShToVPc5Id-IgxPPUTxCAKcI2fNmgn8xKCso9_lcizpYkgncChBMQp8lvTnKUQ9x-TDCUXxa717cOrbuiyw0erua_u_Ioe3HYnzeikA_Qc8pGBxNbecKFa6o95nDRvQ0cVOvKTibd8/s4032/IMG_0416.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3faHXPVvEDQVVk1KMxJFJeiuToMQhZh2QZ7vpqHThYPShToVPc5Id-IgxPPUTxCAKcI2fNmgn8xKCso9_lcizpYkgncChBMQp8lvTnKUQ9x-TDCUXxa717cOrbuiyw0erua_u_Ioe3HYnzeikA_Qc8pGBxNbecKFa6o95nDRvQ0cVOvKTibd8/w400-h300/IMG_0416.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These were found up near Booneville, which is north of Tupelo. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HmklM251k_tbiOf7JtghQb9aT9sWKi36aPS8iqADFNl_5ihdUzDSQySRRZCMP0YsSDus-2PiYQmNM4b43IYY2iBE8p1cwyOXdCDY3LG_MFLlufarEhLlpaDgytXU9C5xK9_PMy7Hp3FpVykoUVIqVZml8Wr6Y-zPoFFpQ0G67tfzxYuPhb8B/s4032/IMG_0419.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HmklM251k_tbiOf7JtghQb9aT9sWKi36aPS8iqADFNl_5ihdUzDSQySRRZCMP0YsSDus-2PiYQmNM4b43IYY2iBE8p1cwyOXdCDY3LG_MFLlufarEhLlpaDgytXU9C5xK9_PMy7Hp3FpVykoUVIqVZml8Wr6Y-zPoFFpQ0G67tfzxYuPhb8B/w400-h300/IMG_0419.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It didn't say where this one was found, just that this animal roamed through what is now Mississippi.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd57HGd28mDDYeknSPlT1D5PNVZoqWn9j7Q4yOPZu5SRYffsAqfu3A6Wcg1AJNRg_EI0Ngma4qSwyd_2iqooJrzXYI1-K1n5Q7I-tWfrIPQuf5By7No7CgDcS70rUpbAm3lwSD_JFKJJ5c4ejgFNfRuaU3Aasg5p3ETubCft1qZZCsgQhIKbt2/s4032/IMG_0417.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd57HGd28mDDYeknSPlT1D5PNVZoqWn9j7Q4yOPZu5SRYffsAqfu3A6Wcg1AJNRg_EI0Ngma4qSwyd_2iqooJrzXYI1-K1n5Q7I-tWfrIPQuf5By7No7CgDcS70rUpbAm3lwSD_JFKJJ5c4ejgFNfRuaU3Aasg5p3ETubCft1qZZCsgQhIKbt2/w400-h300/IMG_0417.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is just a bunch of different kinds of petrified wood. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwMgew08t86r9UJHPcr68HrnknKd4UX1aZH9edgYCFNMSb0WqMgZ0zeP7_JHRfjUKpkUm0LQwt2FlXVjmUf2xjuQVSr3fNrb4C_nKHfpHHzrbexuZmULtQkGxN-jd6DmQOrHPL27xd-OSOqifcqDEopX56b-p3g-NF20pTUQsxqKiTAvmXpwz/s4032/IMG_0418.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwMgew08t86r9UJHPcr68HrnknKd4UX1aZH9edgYCFNMSb0WqMgZ0zeP7_JHRfjUKpkUm0LQwt2FlXVjmUf2xjuQVSr3fNrb4C_nKHfpHHzrbexuZmULtQkGxN-jd6DmQOrHPL27xd-OSOqifcqDEopX56b-p3g-NF20pTUQsxqKiTAvmXpwz/w400-h300/IMG_0418.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These were some more fossilized bones. The mastodon jaw is actually behind the bison skull, because the man behind the table was showing it to someone. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlhY375N6edrpFYCUDvauaV9vuyJBvrVbfm-CGNp9hvNUc4wbKeyyposEdRa9kI-i3MFcGYOuWeTqV_tdh4ECLVXxxlTwxbPxeLC1Gq5-nw9n9VVMwl3LPqVHKipZDwaDTVR2KZE-xCwhm5q1yUKzn8Gg79Zm4oRP-XQHTYkbu1orY6KIULtP/s4032/IMG_0422.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlhY375N6edrpFYCUDvauaV9vuyJBvrVbfm-CGNp9hvNUc4wbKeyyposEdRa9kI-i3MFcGYOuWeTqV_tdh4ECLVXxxlTwxbPxeLC1Gq5-nw9n9VVMwl3LPqVHKipZDwaDTVR2KZE-xCwhm5q1yUKzn8Gg79Zm4oRP-XQHTYkbu1orY6KIULtP/w400-h300/IMG_0422.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some more jaws with teeth. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rEWvCER3ld10LsgxQdp1WjizvGqCTJS7WZKdgBew1ZRs3LeunfgRHxubO2wtk-L4jbLM9tPXvCwzErOdhIuRqrRuxpeu-UGVhNs-cNRLX6oRXIHGhTCAYjwuBBGUa3UNkSlErUv8g6ymxDEZd58x4wGxQvUBmbqbz3kXuqtiDmFtbGkA22Vf/s4032/IMG_0423.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rEWvCER3ld10LsgxQdp1WjizvGqCTJS7WZKdgBew1ZRs3LeunfgRHxubO2wtk-L4jbLM9tPXvCwzErOdhIuRqrRuxpeu-UGVhNs-cNRLX6oRXIHGhTCAYjwuBBGUa3UNkSlErUv8g6ymxDEZd58x4wGxQvUBmbqbz3kXuqtiDmFtbGkA22Vf/w300-h400/IMG_0423.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And more fossils.<div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliQvwfEQ93gPFAdETHBxWkSey_rfiIakONZitoG-_sXk_1qW2lxp4zUt7f2LLvXCirPTPJUFRuwATCzXSKvMHAeVd0euyB_e9YfeGVuh1DEplwFuHUftRGtK17cqn9FHW1-vgHwDSCdEMHqaVIHGqjrQvqVkcXl89Esj0I8BaoavkMoUCpRCR/s4032/IMG_0424.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliQvwfEQ93gPFAdETHBxWkSey_rfiIakONZitoG-_sXk_1qW2lxp4zUt7f2LLvXCirPTPJUFRuwATCzXSKvMHAeVd0euyB_e9YfeGVuh1DEplwFuHUftRGtK17cqn9FHW1-vgHwDSCdEMHqaVIHGqjrQvqVkcXl89Esj0I8BaoavkMoUCpRCR/w300-h400/IMG_0424.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And even more fossils. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6zZsgxf_3veJBchEodlavQUmYRpYwhkrNXogXrUaKukgT6I7RlFAT3EPuPdimw5wi1onxus4N1UasSuSuDkvmodMyzb7HlnSMUNPDQJ5SeUYH0IP6lBNkbip4ID6IOqlU6ZxtHHkmCeaHbsSPr2LiPuWTPeLhwEE6iAhW39r5kTmy3Ag_ubU/s4032/IMG_0425.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6zZsgxf_3veJBchEodlavQUmYRpYwhkrNXogXrUaKukgT6I7RlFAT3EPuPdimw5wi1onxus4N1UasSuSuDkvmodMyzb7HlnSMUNPDQJ5SeUYH0IP6lBNkbip4ID6IOqlU6ZxtHHkmCeaHbsSPr2LiPuWTPeLhwEE6iAhW39r5kTmy3Ag_ubU/w300-h400/IMG_0425.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't all fossils, though. There were plenty of vendors selling stones and gems like these. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVW2bWyKKOqxuGbwAxqiJ8ZBMVCWRTBRT50iQaOyWOUi4GtD57yXVmdYnFYXuC1p2YmkIdZCZaZvFN_g3Ns1Hr0ltobEGIRY5vFUrPdJlUXJJ_FYHbVn2sroacOnfZAkAGhblmaLLZ0Qrlt4zLjysn49sQa_1rfqe-NrMrd30FrMnHNwyJucj/s4032/IMG_0420.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVW2bWyKKOqxuGbwAxqiJ8ZBMVCWRTBRT50iQaOyWOUi4GtD57yXVmdYnFYXuC1p2YmkIdZCZaZvFN_g3Ns1Hr0ltobEGIRY5vFUrPdJlUXJJ_FYHbVn2sroacOnfZAkAGhblmaLLZ0Qrlt4zLjysn49sQa_1rfqe-NrMrd30FrMnHNwyJucj/w400-h300/IMG_0420.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Other vendors were selling stuff they'd made with the stones. Carvings, jewelry, et. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were plenty of geodes for sale as well. </div><div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQAESwRGH-y3bNWTuKA7H1dZoL9UkDtGAkatO8NqmOBgdA_NRXRUkYn7o1MJEqYCAExjWuH9nI2uVme0Wm-zfEQRzC-C627rLcoPR_yGy5Ga5vpWsiuUvxpVWmpdmC7qbDF6KobD2qiMPjtYnuIYnaR2lZvqCQmpFGxd-g8XrgBnXzNxwnAsD/s4032/IMG_0421.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQAESwRGH-y3bNWTuKA7H1dZoL9UkDtGAkatO8NqmOBgdA_NRXRUkYn7o1MJEqYCAExjWuH9nI2uVme0Wm-zfEQRzC-C627rLcoPR_yGy5Ga5vpWsiuUvxpVWmpdmC7qbDF6KobD2qiMPjtYnuIYnaR2lZvqCQmpFGxd-g8XrgBnXzNxwnAsD/w400-h300/IMG_0421.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>There was even a table where you could buy a geode, and they'd break it open for you right there. That was pretty cool, but that line was very long, so we passed it on by. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me, I didn't buy anything, but here is Brennan's loot. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxiNE53WPPARHDqLoBiSBSvn1Ik9UGCEYGOx2GTvtKMv-OM_9YF0tu_kcko9_iKSBMlyf-Ge8TLujtce3yp4rAMltPEyDKabbrRiEMuv2o6ZH0kAZUmNBNDqmwP-ShrgpwTyZ1tnZ6G0LnCq0ZcmevKXjdHIQKHO-3j0tdxbLIEP4gd3vH18_/s4032/IMG_0426.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxiNE53WPPARHDqLoBiSBSvn1Ik9UGCEYGOx2GTvtKMv-OM_9YF0tu_kcko9_iKSBMlyf-Ge8TLujtce3yp4rAMltPEyDKabbrRiEMuv2o6ZH0kAZUmNBNDqmwP-ShrgpwTyZ1tnZ6G0LnCq0ZcmevKXjdHIQKHO-3j0tdxbLIEP4gd3vH18_/w300-h400/IMG_0426.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A giant geode, pens filled with stone fragments, and a couple of pendants made to look like keys. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After leaving the show, we ran back to Cody and Brennan's house to drop off her stuff and grab their fishing gear. Alas, we never made it to the Ross Barnett Reservoir -- known locally as The Rez-- to fish. We were going to grab a bite of lunch first at a place right on the Rez called Shaggy's, but when they told us it would be an hour wait just to get a table, we left and went to a Mexican place instead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went shopping. I found a Michael's, but didn't find that Red Heart yarn I was looking for. I don't know if you remember, but they came out a while back with self patterning yarn to make granny squares with. As soon as I saw it, my first thought was "I wonder how it would look knit up into a hat." While I was there, I looked for some regular googly eyes for my Emotional Support Chicken, but they didn't have those, either. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After that, we went to Bass Pro Shops and a couple of other places, but by that time, we decided we didn't want to have to rush to fish. Cody and Brennan said they were going to go later, but by that time, I was ready to come home and still had that 100 mile drive to make. Which went off without a hitch, and I'm sure my little car breathed a sigh of relief when I got back behind the wheel after being driven through Jackson by Cody all day. </div><div><br /></div>He drives a lot harder than I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, that was my Saturday, and though it was great to spend the day with Cody and Brennan, I'm tired now and ready go to to bed.</div><div><br />Good night. <p></p></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-32653072687143347192024-02-23T19:17:00.000-06:002024-02-23T19:17:23.207-06:00It's Here!!!!<p> It's here! It's here! It's here!!!!</p><p>And just what is here, you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. </p><p>This!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjCJbEzfANGdpSR5-wX4aza5DMKkHKv_BXuaBMgvWANEgIQRM4ZXzksA6e6eMRzwqvqqN6LPG66OfC5s3RcySBpEWsJvSdRpJ9T351HAEjWbl3u9gT3G34BPNRUBt6JZgVshV5_uQeKihec4FYvFiHmjyHsQbapoxhW_As5jyjicYkfOzN_De/s800/100_4487.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjCJbEzfANGdpSR5-wX4aza5DMKkHKv_BXuaBMgvWANEgIQRM4ZXzksA6e6eMRzwqvqqN6LPG66OfC5s3RcySBpEWsJvSdRpJ9T351HAEjWbl3u9gT3G34BPNRUBt6JZgVshV5_uQeKihec4FYvFiHmjyHsQbapoxhW_As5jyjicYkfOzN_De/w400-h300/100_4487.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>Um, what is that? It's my mini greenhouse!!!</p><p>It's so cool. It has a seed tray and a cover with humidity control thingies. </p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcTNn6QYGjBULfovPrFyO8Mtmqs1pgRHXeNm0wM7EHmMHl2y6JuIT_eegfXnV6s2CCCNU9zpn95oJiOZkguw3LeGg62iDlEP_-3vjRncrdXNUpoglJqUq9P6tdN96rD8QkNdFDIXGLiAQAn4ZuV7ZldktLilJR13f6uBIbvd4bg4dy2HG6b78/s800/100_4498.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcTNn6QYGjBULfovPrFyO8Mtmqs1pgRHXeNm0wM7EHmMHl2y6JuIT_eegfXnV6s2CCCNU9zpn95oJiOZkguw3LeGg62iDlEP_-3vjRncrdXNUpoglJqUq9P6tdN96rD8QkNdFDIXGLiAQAn4ZuV7ZldktLilJR13f6uBIbvd4bg4dy2HG6b78/w400-h300/100_4498.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And a grow light.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePGTmFjiZiLA8LdwDg-wJxzyK5d_B_QbEclCMH01ihZDykUI_VaVe_gxaceDXD-4XNOSwhyphenhyphenCN3HiZuhrfdr6B0f5uVBBfpj9TeRwrNU1S_Icd7WZbnRK-XY9V5wYP6hirZyHdIOHBpmgwnK-eCcm2QLLXcqZCN1wfQCi7hhAiDpecjdl4opLq/s800/100_4499.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePGTmFjiZiLA8LdwDg-wJxzyK5d_B_QbEclCMH01ihZDykUI_VaVe_gxaceDXD-4XNOSwhyphenhyphenCN3HiZuhrfdr6B0f5uVBBfpj9TeRwrNU1S_Icd7WZbnRK-XY9V5wYP6hirZyHdIOHBpmgwnK-eCcm2QLLXcqZCN1wfQCi7hhAiDpecjdl4opLq/w400-h300/100_4499.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A soil meter and little bitty gardening tools, </div><div><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFauoGgpsef_j8vK0AWbnQNIoqyMaIc2BYWc3vwFYf4eaYNXckd80wppkvJwOeG-7lrn0iuQDWSBzqVk3Y_t_hBafqS8e0U_S5oyupuZrN09Q4P5Ap7EEMi7uda2esKM28QdDhz778D5dT6OeaRfVPMvOUKYgIYQTJuRxAn9ntp7ubsMRSloO/s800/100_4497.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFauoGgpsef_j8vK0AWbnQNIoqyMaIc2BYWc3vwFYf4eaYNXckd80wppkvJwOeG-7lrn0iuQDWSBzqVk3Y_t_hBafqS8e0U_S5oyupuZrN09Q4P5Ap7EEMi7uda2esKM28QdDhz778D5dT6OeaRfVPMvOUKYgIYQTJuRxAn9ntp7ubsMRSloO/w300-h400/100_4497.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and a heat mat. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUAFJTVofUB2ANdm0AlhZcdn0WYz6pSDRYRPyiSdEThe8euA0X5Oh8WDvO-x_mjmLssSLi2hVFgMt56QJjHxrkfe3M240E1N1L8Lfuov9zLyoFJJvyGwuT24E_m3swZFmP_iZyk2sR0iFpcBdztXlNlnJjfGmpmNI9iD5O2QBuv93jOPuvjtn/s800/100_4500.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUAFJTVofUB2ANdm0AlhZcdn0WYz6pSDRYRPyiSdEThe8euA0X5Oh8WDvO-x_mjmLssSLi2hVFgMt56QJjHxrkfe3M240E1N1L8Lfuov9zLyoFJJvyGwuT24E_m3swZFmP_iZyk2sR0iFpcBdztXlNlnJjfGmpmNI9iD5O2QBuv93jOPuvjtn/w400-h300/100_4500.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as I got home, I got the two packets of seeds I'd bought,</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwFfU0pZcZLJYUSNNIVKWLQCH6fHi4S-a-mmGFq9uQdGfXc3d2IPzah8HArQyjc6eFZLL4EwyL9t6l7NtBeWCNld3aHBJTZy8NkOk1BF-sRO1swAHVQbUq8tPbmxQm_LSxEXSWqAcdYnR2e5ZfzKX26cTqwUol6xK4PIt986Fmk3i6miHsnOu/s800/100_4493.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwFfU0pZcZLJYUSNNIVKWLQCH6fHi4S-a-mmGFq9uQdGfXc3d2IPzah8HArQyjc6eFZLL4EwyL9t6l7NtBeWCNld3aHBJTZy8NkOk1BF-sRO1swAHVQbUq8tPbmxQm_LSxEXSWqAcdYnR2e5ZfzKX26cTqwUol6xK4PIt986Fmk3i6miHsnOu/w400-h300/100_4493.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">plus the sunflower seeds I'd gotten from my nephew's wedding, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2vmnwDKTBK5cUj6W54RtWXR7lPMiBybokF_Kwph-F20jD4hN-A5NGT1Sc1nO36bdn8IrGpHWiR6MNW0_y2DChjAG0BYa968GasT2_h0m0zEvKtsJXFIOIu4xmqzJNPV6YrSxbg2_kUyzBx80r6x6ux-s0kw2Mj_Z3APVlWCSxf1OpzKlzGZO/s3647/IMG_9623.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="3647" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2vmnwDKTBK5cUj6W54RtWXR7lPMiBybokF_Kwph-F20jD4hN-A5NGT1Sc1nO36bdn8IrGpHWiR6MNW0_y2DChjAG0BYa968GasT2_h0m0zEvKtsJXFIOIu4xmqzJNPV6YrSxbg2_kUyzBx80r6x6ux-s0kw2Mj_Z3APVlWCSxf1OpzKlzGZO/w400-h283/IMG_9623.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and got them planted. The seed tray had just enough cells to put two to three seeds in each one, and use up all four packets of seeds, so that worked out well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then I brought it inside and put the tray onto the mat and put the cover on, with the grow lights. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4B5FE-NBtCsmFzSSEMmoDaLkLNCAqmH_OrFCVMkWI8m5eD5OLYvpp_GNuJFKpkT3pkopGUHJAuGVZedjJ4lNWBWEZADW_i7PYWSObz_k-jQshuNMKSHPvSknPjGpeW6IXJve6BnFASsjyo71QWkEqE7686CWnK45C7a-RI5mRzTk3xmRtosRl/s800/100_4502.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4B5FE-NBtCsmFzSSEMmoDaLkLNCAqmH_OrFCVMkWI8m5eD5OLYvpp_GNuJFKpkT3pkopGUHJAuGVZedjJ4lNWBWEZADW_i7PYWSObz_k-jQshuNMKSHPvSknPjGpeW6IXJve6BnFASsjyo71QWkEqE7686CWnK45C7a-RI5mRzTk3xmRtosRl/w400-h300/100_4502.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I won't need them until the seeds germinate, but they're all set up and ready to go when that does happen. When these immortal snakes of mine finally go to that great herpetarium in the sky, I'll set up a place in the corner of that room for it, but for now, it's on my kitchen counter. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just hope the warming mat and grow lights make a difference, as I've never been able to successfully grow anything from seeds. My friends tell me there is a knack to it, and once you get that knack, it's super easy, but I can't seem to figure it out. Oh well, we'll either get it or we won't. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I did read something that most people over water these types of seed trays, because the top dries out, but the bottom is still damp, which leads to root rot. I'll have to figure out how and when to correctly water my seed tray. That probe thing has a moisture meter, so maybe that will help me tell how dry the bottoms of the cells are. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, I also got some new Santa stickers to use this year when I do my Christmas cards. </div><div><br /></div>
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<div><br /></div><div>I just want to know one thing...why? </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-6492036561684111832024-02-22T18:29:00.001-06:002024-02-22T18:29:23.936-06:00Miscellany<p>Unless you've been under a rock, you'll no doubt know about the widespread AT&T outage today. I didn't find out about it until I'd already gotten to work and needed to text Cody about something, but couldn't. I saw that SOS at the top, and thought I'd somehow done something to accidentally lock myself out of my phone. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJpqsV4pMUGGgyYfeJqGGex2VmvFJJZ4_wxsEeqKhq3GI-BUUZDgNt17_V8AkcJYN441eMP9cyzu-QARYUVbWOFUzj5cHibxjVdO7b0d1xcHQbCgCdE7ynaL2h37sSlY1hteeHL1WeJWoAfpxTmU0fhgsbs5cY8k5qsgUZ2s8EiOaQcM4SykJ/s2517/IMG_0413.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2517" data-original-width="1170" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJpqsV4pMUGGgyYfeJqGGex2VmvFJJZ4_wxsEeqKhq3GI-BUUZDgNt17_V8AkcJYN441eMP9cyzu-QARYUVbWOFUzj5cHibxjVdO7b0d1xcHQbCgCdE7ynaL2h37sSlY1hteeHL1WeJWoAfpxTmU0fhgsbs5cY8k5qsgUZ2s8EiOaQcM4SykJ/w186-h400/IMG_0413.jpeg" width="186" /></a></div><p>Like a dummy, the first thing I did was to try to get online to google how to turn off, not realizing I had no internet access. I mean, I'd played my morning Wordle and had checked the weather before I left for work, right? Yeah, but that was when I was connected to my home internet -- not through AT&T. </p><p>When that didn't work, I tried rebooting it a couple of times, then finally asked one of my younger, more tech savvy coworkers if she knew how to fix it. </p><p>"Are you with AT&T? It isn't just you. They're out everywhere." </p><p>Shortly after lunch, another coworker asked if my service was back, because hers had just come back on. No, mine was still out. When it came back up about 30 minutes later, I went over and told her. She said, "We're just like a couple of teenagers. We've got to have that phone." I replied, "Yeah, but when we were teenagers, the phone was bolted to the wall!" </p><p>Once I was able to get back online, that outage was pretty much all the talk. But other than that, the rest of the day passed without incident....mostly. One of my fellow brazers walked up to me and said, "That guy really is creepy. I was watching him as I was coming out of the bathroom, and he was staring at you the whole time he was walking by. That's scary."</p><p>But I think I'll save that and one day do an entire post about my various stalkers...For the record, I'm not afraid of Creepy Weirdo, or of my other Stalker for that matter. I'm frustrated because I know I could put an end to the harassment today, but they are protected by the plant's idiotic zero tolerance policy, so I have to just stand there and put up with it. </p><p>Right before the shift ended, Cody texted me and said they'd gotten me a ticket to that rock and mineral show down in Jackson. That's what I had planned on texting him about anyway, only I was actually wanting to back out from going. But when he mentioned they'd already bought me a ticket...I guess I'm going to a rock and mineral show. </p><p>Later, after I got home, he texted again and asked if I had a fishing license, because he wants to go to the Ross Barnett reservoir after the show and do a little fishing. It's been so long since I went fishing that when I went out to the shed to get my rod and tacklebox, they were filthy. So filthy, I put the tacklebox into the shower with me and scrubbed it down when I scrubbed myself down. Then I hopped online and renewed my fishing license, which I'd let lapse last fall. Now, I'm all ready to go to Jackson Saturday. </p><p>Just not mentally...</p><p>Oh, we're off Saturday, too, so I can go. I've heard we'll be working every other Saturday for a while to make up for the week long shutdown because of the ice storm. I don't know if it's true, but that's just what I heard. I'm not complaining. My bank account could use that little pick-me-up. </p><p>Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get off of here and start that last little section of my Emotional Support Chicken, so I'll just leave you with today’s ear worms: <a href="https://youtu.be/y0fW8iT94eg?si=aBY2htddJBQ1zR9L" target="_blank">The Four Georges</a> and <a href="https://youtu.be/5NE_1FagLGg?si=jNBlEf2B11DQPPiY" target="_blank">Real Life Cowboys</a> , both from Horrible Histories. </p><p>And today's weird music announcement: "Now serving # 205 at window 3."</p><p>Honestly, that guy is the only redeeming factor of them playing that weird music. </p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-50500276217268881282024-02-21T19:36:00.001-06:002024-02-21T19:36:36.670-06:00Spring!<p> Spring is here! Lookit what I have blooming in my front yard! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oZO-kkj83xssg1Qmo0K8yO8OzVOwwCUzQjK9Htu7xq7z6cQPchcEe-NNQTVrgsAvW8H3B1NcUoBefUCykfGC-EExwU3PpYZv9Ddrz3Lp5pTrBqU7X0qjP20eUqF0_rMfkNhMnlSWHSX7vwmHg5hXo39WXgx-3pG9OmS6BWrfqeSZKishtJhs/s2726/IMG_0411.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2227" data-original-width="2726" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oZO-kkj83xssg1Qmo0K8yO8OzVOwwCUzQjK9Htu7xq7z6cQPchcEe-NNQTVrgsAvW8H3B1NcUoBefUCykfGC-EExwU3PpYZv9Ddrz3Lp5pTrBqU7X0qjP20eUqF0_rMfkNhMnlSWHSX7vwmHg5hXo39WXgx-3pG9OmS6BWrfqeSZKishtJhs/w400-h326/IMG_0411.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been seeing daffodils in other people's yards and by the roadside, but so far, there hadn't been any in my yard. I think it might be because I'd moved them last year. Sometimes they don't bloom that first year after they've been moved. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Anyway, I came home to find these mini daffs. They're so cute! </div><div><br /></div>Speaking of cute, I'm almost done with my emotional support chicken. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV9Ecfjv8alfeTbLfsTk8aNCvRVy2X9TPYs5h9mCAsHWJpnJOh9oDE9NGyZ-cjUpY7pT41fPkSiRncWluLf1eS8ghj3nqpahP2KHnz-BBbnK8FNZE22X6t3eQEVp0cTjaYsTkJsd3A4N-ypeaq8JVRxtdUWHFkV22PIKFrSS9kD41i4BZwDLV/s800/100_4483.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrV9Ecfjv8alfeTbLfsTk8aNCvRVy2X9TPYs5h9mCAsHWJpnJOh9oDE9NGyZ-cjUpY7pT41fPkSiRncWluLf1eS8ghj3nqpahP2KHnz-BBbnK8FNZE22X6t3eQEVp0cTjaYsTkJsd3A4N-ypeaq8JVRxtdUWHFkV22PIKFrSS9kD41i4BZwDLV/w400-h300/100_4483.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I got the main part of the body knit this afternoon, then did the comb and wattle. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3IvIgHnl1Rfu851-MyahucArjGykeOU1MuGJrqGghSE3LUP9KlelzTKFbKW1tRMXC_2Dys0wl4Gj8U249zZ8itYvP0QkvLVbqIvMafDtp6zsjIcmeurcZbCnsaraOjESd1SNhSTKWkjOpbUo3-fkcCaQMd6mpXFpfZi9jwXQZPj-NfyXSC4D/s800/100_4484.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3IvIgHnl1Rfu851-MyahucArjGykeOU1MuGJrqGghSE3LUP9KlelzTKFbKW1tRMXC_2Dys0wl4Gj8U249zZ8itYvP0QkvLVbqIvMafDtp6zsjIcmeurcZbCnsaraOjESd1SNhSTKWkjOpbUo3-fkcCaQMd6mpXFpfZi9jwXQZPj-NfyXSC4D/w300-h400/100_4484.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I still have to knit the belly piece, then sew it all together and stuff it, but this is what it's going to look like once I get it all finished. Sort of. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiRHoVIU-xSs93_WtwvEcEFzEA4u9VGkNAFnfPlvlvhPBl2NA_CmDl5Bv5v-cpDyCPj2a68IS1_sSO_oPAbwlaSwmbGVNKngtdc6j2biZ4hKeFlCyUBqq5oTdJhhHhj7222UeKTwy95P2_o4RVQK1WHVDCldP6Gm4l1T0VnXfWUBMPKCTSciO/s800/100_4485.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiRHoVIU-xSs93_WtwvEcEFzEA4u9VGkNAFnfPlvlvhPBl2NA_CmDl5Bv5v-cpDyCPj2a68IS1_sSO_oPAbwlaSwmbGVNKngtdc6j2biZ4hKeFlCyUBqq5oTdJhhHhj7222UeKTwy95P2_o4RVQK1WHVDCldP6Gm4l1T0VnXfWUBMPKCTSciO/w400-h300/100_4485.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Oh, yeah, I'm going to put eyes on it, too. I'll probably just go with buttons for eyes, and hopefully I can find some that match the pink stripes. I might already have some in my button box. </p><p>The bad news is I can't remember what else it was I was going to tell you. I didn't even have an earworm today, so I'm just going to end this with the weird music announcement from work:</p><p>"Billy Wayne, I need a price check on beanie weenies on line one."</p><p>Now I'm going to go to bed early. </p><p>Goodnight. </p></div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-85014740285421391172024-02-20T20:28:00.000-06:002024-02-20T20:28:01.326-06:00Moving Right Along<p> My Emotional Support chicken is moving right along. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxp0h3UejyPqcv1zXx2yjG6odjk1ZRqqhd7zmLoXA4cfVFdHE-lf-tjLhBRa8H4oivbAVMkSGeK306i6lTRlprDzN6d1FliF6TwF0aQBRffBrRCKvzar3S0Ec9JtkYumbD7mtcKQBqo0MB7zwdmJ6-e0yyjdqsjtDt6v9SvM8UU7A28RD2n3E/s800/100_4481.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxp0h3UejyPqcv1zXx2yjG6odjk1ZRqqhd7zmLoXA4cfVFdHE-lf-tjLhBRa8H4oivbAVMkSGeK306i6lTRlprDzN6d1FliF6TwF0aQBRffBrRCKvzar3S0Ec9JtkYumbD7mtcKQBqo0MB7zwdmJ6-e0yyjdqsjtDt6v9SvM8UU7A28RD2n3E/w400-h300/100_4481.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And if you fold it in half, it's even starting to look like a chicken. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_SmoS13sszipZl1chb4qe8WCuUyL7XOYJTQ8EuR7J1XWzx5EISvaIaGwqiQRFW3D2N8TPrpuU2CS_WXV9FYZQnMN40pADx-Bug5M5bn5tsXJp-8fNEY-sZZhK52UtWaqPgiXIlYujYd73W8Sc1hZSQVONNa8CMSEJFaHoJxBUi-XMLDKPoKl/s800/100_4482.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_SmoS13sszipZl1chb4qe8WCuUyL7XOYJTQ8EuR7J1XWzx5EISvaIaGwqiQRFW3D2N8TPrpuU2CS_WXV9FYZQnMN40pADx-Bug5M5bn5tsXJp-8fNEY-sZZhK52UtWaqPgiXIlYujYd73W8Sc1hZSQVONNa8CMSEJFaHoJxBUi-XMLDKPoKl/w400-h300/100_4482.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The bulk of the knitting is almost done, and I should be able to finish it pretty soon. I know some of you have also talked about knitting one, and I'd love to see yours. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is going to be short, because I have been watching a documentary series on England's She-Wolves on Tubi. It was pretty interesting. If you're into history and all that, you might want to check it out. Of course, it only ran from Henry I's daughter Matilda to Good Queen Bess, but it's still worth watching. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I do have to tell you that someone at work finally said something to Demi-god about using his purge gas. Only, it was Supervisor. Not the quality guy who spent all those months bullying the rest of us about it. Heh, Demi-god told Supervisor he doesn't like using it, and Supervisor said, "Well, you have to." </div><div><br /></div><div>I never understood if that purge was so important why where the day shift sub brazers the only ones required to use it. If it were that critical, they'd have made it mandatory for everyone on all shifts. I asked about it once, about why the other shifts didn't have to use it, and I was told it was up to them to decide if they wanted to. That right there tells me it isn't all that important. </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, today's earworm: <a href="https://youtu.be/4fWyzwo1xg0?si=CdSrcag06YH-xFi7" target="_blank">The Sound Of Silence</a>. But only the tune, because the only words to the song I know are <i>Hello, Darkness my old friend</i>, and <i>the soooouuund of silence.</i> I wrote a parody of it last year when Sahara Dust season started. Maybe I'll post it when Sahara Dust season starts again this year. </div><div><br /></div><div>I kept jumping back and forth between that one, and the Tchaikovsky piece with the cannons. You know the one I'm talking about. The 1812 Overture for those of you who don't. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's about it for today, because it's already past my bedtime. </div><div><br /></div><div>Good night. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-58333365737017047752024-02-19T19:25:00.001-06:002024-02-19T19:25:18.098-06:00One Nice Thing<p></p>One nice thing about working Saturday was not having to listen to that weird music they’ve been playing. This morning was not so nice. <p></p><p>You guessed it. As soon as employees started arriving, they put that music on. Someone got on the loudspeaker and said, "Your call is important to us. Please continue to hold and an operator will be with you shortly." I guess you had to be there, but it was hilarious because it does sound like that music you play when you're on hold. </p><p>They started playing it again at the end of the day, and the same guy said the same thing, so they switched to a different song. It wasn't any better. I'll be glad when they switch to silence. Or at least something worth listening to, like Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, or Rachmaninoff. </p><p>Oh, that reminds me. I think I'm going to start a new blog feature -- My Daily Earworm. I actually thought about it Saturday, but I forgot to post. Saturday's earworm was <a href="https://youtu.be/LmlEmi2HxjY?si=OMNGDXiKzupTJstM" target="_blank">March of The Toy Soldiers</a> from Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite. Today's earworm was <a href="https://youtu.be/cep8Ru4TL4k?si=xCCAnUmE2dTVAdtm" target="_blank">Beethoven's Ninth Symphony Fourth Movement</a>. </p><p>Moving right along, I have good news and bad news about the car. The good news is it isn't my brake lines that are leaking. It's a shock -- and I mean an automotive shock, not an "EEK!" shock -- so that was a bit of a relief. The bad news is it's going to be expensive to replace, but it always is when you go to a dealer. Shadetree mechanics may be cheaper, but they -- at least the ones around here -- prey on single women. There aren't any I feel I can trust, so I go with the dealership. They had to order the part, and will call me when it comes in. When it does, I'm going to see if they can come pick the car up at the plant so I don't have to miss a day of work. That's a new service they offer nowadays. Or I may just call in and use an emergency vacation day and let them come pick it up from my house. I haven't decided yet. </p><p>I was in and out pretty quickly -- so quickly that this is all I got done on my hat. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBx1a1rqyflhRE0HCkQFa1lkRcIhzsHFOF16o1A0iXTy96tKcdkxOgVKq5G5aKOzvjgJX_xkG9CGp4EmR3mLfzEvzIWKGoWpsv2akfKglmVsqlcOSY88w6XhSmXMqzl0h1ZOgZPGpN3twJMX3mogo-D3VpLbR10yebkJ8letbKihaLWE-ZZNj/s4032/IMG_0409.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBx1a1rqyflhRE0HCkQFa1lkRcIhzsHFOF16o1A0iXTy96tKcdkxOgVKq5G5aKOzvjgJX_xkG9CGp4EmR3mLfzEvzIWKGoWpsv2akfKglmVsqlcOSY88w6XhSmXMqzl0h1ZOgZPGpN3twJMX3mogo-D3VpLbR10yebkJ8letbKihaLWE-ZZNj/w400-h300/IMG_0409.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Meanwhile, I'm making progress on my emotional support chicken. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngUv2C5JimSTc4PZeB7xkgszcHUd84hyPcHcmK4uvvKb9KiCoeyO7_VTXMmZVDk421QkdU1dTDcm2A0ePL8a9uyf3UhnsPMtVqu1ACc5tW4Zl3AgNyr1G-tZQpETW1k-dcXodOvnXhXgJDY2ZG46hKKvp2fSNWE4_WYhyyqmaGaaE_ntJKbYi/s4032/IMG_0410.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngUv2C5JimSTc4PZeB7xkgszcHUd84hyPcHcmK4uvvKb9KiCoeyO7_VTXMmZVDk421QkdU1dTDcm2A0ePL8a9uyf3UhnsPMtVqu1ACc5tW4Zl3AgNyr1G-tZQpETW1k-dcXodOvnXhXgJDY2ZG46hKKvp2fSNWE4_WYhyyqmaGaaE_ntJKbYi/w400-h300/IMG_0410.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div>I don't think I'll be making too many of these. They aren't difficult, but the gauge is so tight it makes my hands get sore pretty quickly. I mean, the gauge has to be tight to keep the filling from falling out, but still...</div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, it would seem spring allergy season is upon us. I woke up this morning with a raging headache and sinuses that felt like they were going to explode. Then I got bummed, because I opened my WebMD app to check the pollen levels only to discover they'd discontinued the allergy tracker. I re-downloaded the Zyrtec allergy tracker for the time being, but it's not one of my favorites, so now I'm looking for one I like better. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are several in the app store to choose from. I just need to find the one I like best. </div>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010316.post-10172645764156557172024-02-18T16:54:00.002-06:002024-02-18T16:54:49.602-06:00All Ready<p>Nobody told me there'd be crochet! </p><p>In this emotional support chicken I'm using, they didn't tell me there'd be crochet! </p><p>OK, full disclosure, I didn't have to use crochet to sew the two tail pieces together, but I thought it would look better than a whip stitch seam, since the pattern said it's going to be visible on the outside of the piece. </p><p>Still, I hope that will be all the crochet, because that little bit reminded me why I dislike it so. And with the crochet out of the way, the rest of the chicken is moving right along. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-o3EOk3DlvwG8L3yzDfLguvCdgOGN9srf93DWqxY-dq1msts9nE3LLIAibVumkGZtBj7kldKAsGeHE0oWWnHKU6BII6mGl045olMPAZH5qjLFZZkgAMsM8kmZCU5CqHAeYyV0tHHWS8kFxiBy-R9ZXq2oljMFGlQEZwSsMFyGFVn2J10ze2H/s800/100_4480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-o3EOk3DlvwG8L3yzDfLguvCdgOGN9srf93DWqxY-dq1msts9nE3LLIAibVumkGZtBj7kldKAsGeHE0oWWnHKU6BII6mGl045olMPAZH5qjLFZZkgAMsM8kmZCU5CqHAeYyV0tHHWS8kFxiBy-R9ZXq2oljMFGlQEZwSsMFyGFVn2J10ze2H/w400-h300/100_4480.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I know it doesn't look much like a chicken now, but it will. Those six pointy bits will all be sewn together to make three tail feathers. What I'm working on now is the back. </p><p>In the midst of all that, I cast on a hat to take with me to the mechanic shop tomorrow.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0ZbhHQVKwZYc4TJ6SFCwKXTgDObwQ5xVyd7GH5VdT9kIlPQoDVgK88MhSuNT-tiWOCFF2XFP5LZwwmBRGEPz8lb6HmYlgpR0lhAFnODYNcIE7p8Q34Cbxgmb3wglDhGYBgFFHoynvfFcCovG0scdY2qdeSRl-T0xPTl41Z9qnZHFzEMIqIEu/s800/100_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0ZbhHQVKwZYc4TJ6SFCwKXTgDObwQ5xVyd7GH5VdT9kIlPQoDVgK88MhSuNT-tiWOCFF2XFP5LZwwmBRGEPz8lb6HmYlgpR0lhAFnODYNcIE7p8Q34Cbxgmb3wglDhGYBgFFHoynvfFcCovG0scdY2qdeSRl-T0xPTl41Z9qnZHFzEMIqIEu/w400-h300/100_4479.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Then I went out and cleaned out my car. It wasn't that bad, but the floorboards needed a good vacuuming, and the trash bag needed emptying. So, I'm all ready for them to look at it now that I don't look like a total slob. Not that they'd much care, but I do. </p><p>I have a wee bit of a confession. I always a touch paranoid that I'll get all the way up there and they won't find anything wrong with it, so they'll think I'm crazy. But if there's nothing wrong, why do I keep getting a puddle in my carport? Granted, it's not very big, but still, I want to get a handle on it before it becomes something serious. </p><p>Oh, and I finished another noxious chore this morning. I did my taxes. Ugh, but it looks like I'm going to get $864 back, between state and federal. With that in mind, I went a head and ordered a mini greenhouse with the heat mat and grow lights. I think I'm going to clean off a spot on the kitchen cabinet to put it, since I finally gave up on building my gingerbread house and put it into the pantry for next Christmas. </p><p>It may be a little stale, but I still should be able to build it, right? And that's the fun of them, isn't it? </p><p>Heck, I may get a wild hair and build it in July. You never know...</p>Becky Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com0