We had our first official frost a few days ago. The leaves are finally turning and starting to fall. Kotah and the squirrel are having a “Love/Hate” relationship going. The squirrel will wait until Kotah is an inch away than he (she?) will run with that inch always between them. When the squirrel is up on the roof or in the tree he/she mocks Kotah who sits under the tree mouthing off.
I decided that I needed to get rid of much of my items from before moving to the Dakotas. It is taking a lot of time, going through and weeding out what I will keep and what I am ridding myself of. Next week I will start one of my first official baskets since the museum shut down for the season … and it is not one of the ones the hubster wants me to work on.
My shop is almost ship-shape. Still need to go through the files and rearrange them to suit my own quarkiness. I even have a set of shelves to house my craft books and display some of my finished baskets! Now if I can get people around here to understand I don’t need to be in public to sell my items!
I know it says 91 today, but it feels more like 120! There is a touch of humidity in the air which lends to some stick clothes and uncomfortable situations when it comes to being out and about. The problem is that it is suppose to be getting hotter into the weekend and on into next week. Just wish I weren’t working in a dreary cave like building tomorrow … sure it is cooler in there, but the place is dark and depressing! Oh for some greenery and water features to help not only cool one down but which lends a wee bit of calm into the mixture! But I guess when ones lives on the prairie one should expect that of ones environment.
It is the cool water which feeds and refreshes our souls, brings the plants into a new life and cleanses the air. When it falls it gives the parched earth a well deserved drink. It can be gentle as a lamb or as wild as a lion. It can be unpredictable and arrives without much warning staying on for days on end, or comes silently and swift. I enjoy the feel of a gentle rain and hope it remains gentle and steady helping the farmers and others who need it in their lands. May we all be blessed with just enough to care for our needs.
Today is one of those days when I truly would rather sit in a dark cool place or by a waterfall/pond/ocean and relax. Today it is humid due to the short thunderstorm which hit us yesterday. It is suppose to have chances of Thunder showers all week (including the days I work in the museum). This means when the sun does decide to peer out at us it will be hot and sticky. If it weren’t for the occasional breeze we would be totally miserable. As it is no one really wants to be out and about in this weather which means NOTHING gets done. Plus my husband left huge lengths of wood in my studio so I have to either walk around or over them to get stuff done. URG!!
Anyway, I am in hopes that if the hot weather is on the hotter side in June, then maybe it won’t be so hot on the hotter days so our trips down to Martin and back won’t be so hard on the dog(s) and car! And MAYBE I can get some work done. Anyway, I have been going through all the video tutorials of basket weaving before I actually start work on them so I won’t screw up. I think I really don’t need them since it looks way too easy. But my hubster won’t let me start until I go over everything at least 15 times before going near the reeds! He reminds me of an engineer who keeps measuring/calculating and either doesn’t start the project or never finishes it. I want to start it and learn by working with the materials rather than spend time staring at the materials and do nothing at all!!!
Looks like I am going to get Jr. on the 21st. It will be nice to actually see/hear him instead of being ignored. Sure he is old enough to be out on his own, but I would like to not be ignored while he is gone. IE I miss him!
More later …
Kotah is starting to calm down. For last night I kept him with me all night and blocked the stairs to where Sadie was sleeping. He first lay curled up on my pillow, then proceeded to work his way around my body. He woke me up several times last night. Sharp barks several times in the evening, followed by the wide grin and lolling tongue then curling up with a satisfied sigh when he knew I was awake again.
He eats all his food and tries to entertain himself with balls and pull toys. He, unfortunately tries to eat more than he should. Including Sadie’s bones.
As some of you may have guessed, my familiars have been canine in species. My current furbabies are not young by a long shot. They are 10 years apart with the lab being the younger at age 7 going on 8 and my Aussie/blue heeler mix being 17 going on 18. The last couple of years the older dog’s hind left leg has been getting progressively weaker and these last few days she has been having a harder and harder time standing and walking. We are on a death watch, yet today she has been playful and not fallen but three times! She has so much life and intelligence in her manner and eyes that it hurts to see her failing, yet there are days like today when she is so alert and I want to think she will go on forever. So I only hope that she will go to sleep and not wake because I didn’t want her to have the indignity of being put down in a vet’s clinic rather than dying at home. Sorry, just needed to talk about her.