Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Hats Off to Uncle Sam...Yeah, I'm Late Like That....

I apologize for being so very long gone.  I do have a very good reason.  Trust me.  And not because I am a lawyer.  Life has just veered off course again...but this one I somewhat saw coming. I just did not want to acknowledge it in the ways I needed to.


I am, as you have, by now, figured out, "back."  I had submitted my issue about my "disappeared" reading list to Blogger/Google Help...and, after several days weeks, they actually responded and informed me they had resolved the problem.  A rare, but so much appreciated, "Woo Hoo" moment. The "Whoops" problem, however, still persists.  My request to make the error message less irritable apparently, too, was ignored.

I have done little and accomplished even less recently that would hold your attention most likely.  I did finish up a Blackbird Design design I had been wanting to do for some time.  Now, well, like many other things these days, I am not sure why.  

{"Hats Off to Uncle Sam" by Blackbird Designs}

I also finished up (stitching anyways) "Oceanarium," a design by The Primitive Hare.

Kind of cheesy sayings I know, but I stitched it as a companion piece to "The Mermaid of Salem Bay," also by The Primitive Hare.  

I'm over my mermaid "thing" now.  Really. Truly.

The Buttercup (Ranunculus) has spent its beauty...

And the Bittersweet is coming into its colors:

Short-lived, however, as a hard freeze is expected by the end of the week.

I will leave you with a photo of my beloved moon.  I missed the "full" harvest moon as it was raining buckets here, but this was last night, so close enough....

Even when you can't see her, she is magical.

Thursday, August 26, 2021

When the Hibiscus Finally Dance...

 When the Hibiscus finally dance

having patiently waited their turn,

When the Foxglove nod sleepily in the warmth of the afternoon sun,

And the Hydrangea blushes. 

When the Bittersweet begins to show its colors,

And the melodic night song of the frogs is replaced with the churring of crickets,

When you can smell the corn tasseling

And the geese revel in end-of-season swims....

Summer begins to quietly pack her bags.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

I Didn't Think It Would End This Way....

***Edit 7.30.2021:  This is more than just not being able to access my reading list apparently.  Saundra gave me the bright idea of adding the "Blogs I Follow" gadget to my blog so at least I could see some of the updates.  Not as convenient as the reading list for all blogs, and my gadget would only allow me to add a maximum of 10 blogs, but it would have been better than nothing.  So I added the gadget and guess what happened? Absolutely NOTHING.  The layout shows the gadget was added, but there is nothing on the blog sidebar as you can see.  In addition, I can no longer change my blog header photo.  Seriously? Who did I piss off??

Things have been a struggle these days for many of us, but one of my solaces has been the friendships and diversions I've come to know in blogging.
However, it looks like it's over for me now.

For months I have struggled with posting comments on your blogs....
As you know, I can tend to be a bit loquacious with my written words at least) and, after spending the time to write a comment and hitting "publish," I would inevitably get the following error:

"WHOOPS"??  Really? Trust me, I had a "choicer" word than "whoops" as I would have to retype the entire comment and cross my fingers that it would "take" the second time...or third...or fourth... (I usually never made it beyond 4 before uttering more "choice" words and giving up.)

After a while, I conditioned myself to taking a screen shot of the comment before hitting publish, but I would still end up retyping it....and usually had to change devices or it would just keep happening over and over and over.
Copying and pasting seemed like an option, but I still had the same issue and since I had to change devices, the copied text did not migrate to the other device.

I learned to live with it and usually just walked away for a day or more. (Now you know why I often am the last to comment on posts....)

But, now a new issue has developed:

I am not certain what the rest of you do, but I use my "Reading List" to display new posts from the blogs I follow...and, well, as you can see, nothing is displayed.  If I use the drop down menu (by All Blogs), I can select individual blogs, load them, and see if there is a new post....but that is just not a feasible option when you follow as many blogs as I do.  Yes, I can still post, but it is not fulfilling to me to merely post and not be able to read and comment on your blogs....

I have researched and found no cause, no fact, no one else seems to be experiencing this from what I can tell.  I have updated all my settings and apps but am experiencing the same issue on every single device.

I have no more things to try.

I have no more patience.

I have to try to figure out how to get a missing box ("3 of 3") containing my bed frame from a place in Milwaukee that doesn't deliver to Nod to which it was sent by the company from which I ordered it (Boxes 1 and 2 were sent to Minneapolis....don't ask...)
I have to try to dismantle, "disable," and photograph a non-working floor cleaner I used twice to the company before they will look at warranty coverage....(Pray tell how one satisfactorily "disables" a floor cleaner that doesn't function?)
I have to photograph a damaged rug that arrived yesterday...
I have to track down some bedding that was supposed to have shipped a month ago...and an order for linen that was shipped 2 weeks ago and was within 2 hrs of Nod, but is now heading in the opposite direction back to the state from which it was shipped.
I have a leaking skylight to get repaired.
I have to try to get someone to give me the results of an MRI I had done over a week ago.
I have to figure out how to redirect the water that is being pumped out of my basement's sump pump so it does not just keep "recirculating" and destroying the landscaping in the process.
I have to figure out how to get a garage door from continually opening/not staying closed before the next round of storms and monsoons hit.

I have no more patience.

I hope this is not a forever goodbye and someday someone messages me and tells me what can be done to remedy it but I have no more breath to hold, so we shall see.  

I hope you know how much I will miss you.
Be well and know I will be thinking of you.

The Cranky Crow

Saturday, July 10, 2021

The Mind is its Own Place

"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." 

This is one of my favorite quotes from John Milton. 
I typically dislike it when authors mess with perfect quotes, but Sarah Collins made me make an exception when she elaborated on this one in The Confessions of Frannie Langton by saying "How does it do that? By remembering or forgetting.  The only tricks a mind can play."

These words have settled in the hinterland of my soul and I know them to be very true...both Milton's and Collins'...and on any given day, I can be both in Heaven and in Hell and usually am, albeit more in the latter than the former it seems.

Snowdog can no longer travel comfortably (even if I can get him in the vehicle), but I felt the need to take him to the lake he has come to love at least once more.  So he and I headed north last weekend.

{One of the eagles was waiting to welcome us...and all the time we were there entertained us by dropping from a tree far above us to snatch a fish from the water in front of us.}

There was both Heaven and Hell there as well.  Another story for another time...or perhaps not.

Other than that, little is new.  I have wanted to do a post for some time but it seemed I had no words.
It seems I have not found them still.

I have stitched only a little, and hooked not at all...and finish/finished anything? Ha! Don't bother wondering.

This is about all I have accomplished:

It is a quick little stitch from our own Marly of Samplers and Santas.  I need to antique/distress it some so the numbers stand out a bit more and then, yes, FINISH it.  But Independence Day is past and my mind and ambitions have already begun to wander.

I have little else to show or say, but wanted you to know that I am still here and think of you all often.  I will leave you with a few photos of some of the more "heavenly" moments of my days.
Otherwise, there are days that are someplace between Heaven and Hell...where we neither remember nor forget....we just are.
If only we could be whole there.

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Icebox Hotdish

Sometimes, when growing up, we would have "icebox hotdish" for dinner.  My mother would go to the icebox and pull out whatever leftovers and bits in there and combine it into a one-of-a-kind, never-to-be-replicated, casserole.  (We called them "hotdishes"..."casserole" was a bit too formal a term.)  

And since I have nothing of substance to chat about, that's what you're getting in this post: Just a bunch of "this"-es and "that"s.

About the most exciting thing going on (and this says a whole lot about my uneventful life) is that my wisteria is finally blooming.  I love my cornzebo for many reasons, but one of the primary ones is that it serves as a support for two of my favorite plants - bittersweet and wisteria.

There is much to be said for cherry blossoms, but they seem so flighty.  They are so quick to run off and leave you.  And then just when your regrets are the strongest the wisteria comes into bloom....
{Murasaki Shikibu)

I know in more temperate climates vegetation like wisteria sometimes does not know its place and can overtake entire structures.  But I live in Nod and nothing is invasive here other than the snow and relentless cold.
(Something tells me I just may regret saying that at some point.)

We had some storms come through a little more than a week ago that brought damaging winds (I heard, through the grapevine, that we lost several trees at the lake) and heavy, heavy, rains.

This little hummingbird was marooned on my wanna-be porch during a particularly heavy downpour.

I don't know what I was thinking when this happened, but I DO DEFINITELY know I WILL regret it:

This beautiful butterfly comes to visit every sunny afternoon...I love the blue on his wings.

I have found more time than motivation to stitch some.  I finally finished (re)stitching Centennial Eagles (a design by Tina Woltman), but I am undecided about whether to finish it as a pillow (it is rather large actually) or frame it...or just file it.
(Sorry for the has not yet been pressed and was simply roughly folded.)

I also finished stitching this little piece - It is part of the "Sea Ornaments" pattern by The Primitive Hare.
(Again, apologies for my lack of ambition in pressing it before taking the photo.)

Of course I did not notice the misspelling of "whaling" until I had stitched the first three letters, so had to frog them all to adjust the stitch count.

I am somewhat wishing I had stitched this one over one but too late for regrets...the wisteria is in bloom.

There is still nothing on the rug hooking frame.  Sorry MD.

Well, I am thinking you've had about enough fun with me for a Saturday night and enough icebox hotdish for almost any night (my mum had an incredible gift for making anything taste good...but you really never knew what was in there and I was always the wary skeptic).

Our weather is supposed to turn, with rain tomorrow and then highs in the 50's for the beginning of the week.  I think it's time for a baking day anyways.  Good thing I have long johns right next to my tank tops.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

The Two Seasons of Nod

In Nod, we have two seasons:  Winter and June
 We went from 29° to 95° in just over a week's time.

June has arrived as impetuously as a spoiled child.
But she is, after all, June:  The adolescent youth of Summer...mischievous, unpredictable, and oh so winsome and cunning.

And so now it is time to attend to the joys of June:

The riot of blooms that seemingly appear overnight - old friends well welcomed after a long winter's absence...

The impossible cloud formations that only June can imagine...

Unexpected visits as though June put out her own welcome sign...

The smell of fresh-cut hay...

The chorus of frogs orchestrated by Mother Nature each evening at permitting...

The fog that settles over the low lands in the late humid evenings...

Paths and walkways wrapped in verdure...

Do not grow up too quickly June!

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Going In Circles And Seeing Stars

Really and truly.
I decided some of the stars were too wonky...even for me.
Soooo, after I finished hooking it, I started reverse hooking a "few" stars.
I thought if I fixed one or two, I'd be happy. (You should be laughing right about now.)
Yet every time I redid one (which is no easy task because it requires reverse hooking the background surrounding the star and "refitting" it around the "new" star), I was dissatisfied with the adjacent star....
So, around in a circle I went...until I realized that this little endeavor had no end.
(And I honestly didn't know where I had started anymore or whether I was redoing stars I had already redone.)

Fortunately, I had a brief moment of lucidness and stopped the madness.

{"13 Stars" by The Tattered Flag)

It still needs to be bound, but it will have to wait until I get the binding material.
(Note to self:  You dislike hooking stars as much as you dislike hooking symmetrical scroll designs....and please don't ever hook in a circle in the middle of design.  And, NO, DON'T redo that too.)

I am not sure what's next.  I'm still frogging the dang eagle, but when that's done, decisions will need to be made.  (Is it just me, or do I sense a theme here??)


There is not much else (good) news here to share, and looking at my camera roll, I see I have taken few no inspiration there either.
The weather has been fickle.  We had almost a week of freezing temps at night and even snow on Thursday, but there have been a few pleasant days as well.

{Kitties on humming bird watch - I won't show you what happened next LOL}


I won't fumble around any longer searching for something to say, but did want to check in and wish everyone a memorable Memorial Day weekend...full of reflection and a heart filled with gratitude for all who have served and sacrificed and their families who bear/bore much of the pain as well.

Our family has always "expanded" on the traditional Memorial Day observance by treating it as a day to remember all those loved by us who have passed.  Accordingly, the holiday always meant visits to the cemeteries.
Perhaps that's where I will go tomorrow.


One last thing:

If you find it in your heart, I would appreciate prayers for my beloved Snowdog.