It heartens me to see more and more companies making organic
products available. This is a good thing! I am all for going back to the way
our grandparents ate. REAL food from gardens and farms
that don’t rely on chemical pesticides and antibiotics. But…..for certain foods
I don’t see how they can claim that it’s organic.
I refer to honey in particular.
How can a bee keeper guarantee the honey his bees produce is
I understand they have guidelines, like the area surrounding
the hives for a certain distance has to be pesticide free. Or the citrus grove
they are pollinating has to be certified organic.
BUT…..and to me this is a BIG BUT……how do they know the bees
within that area???
How do they know a rogue bee doesn’t one day wake up and
say, “I’m sick and tired of orange blossoms! I feel like some clover
today!” So he and his gang of hooligans
fly off to an unauthorized area and chow down?
Which leads me to other thoughts….such as when they find a
bee hive in someone’s wall….(that’s obviously been there for a loooong time and how did the homeowners
not hear it for so long??? But that’s another thought for another day…..) is
that some sort of street bee gang? Did they leave the hive because they were
tired of being oppressed? Are they making ‘meth’ honey to finance a bee
coup???? A world takeover??? Are they weaponizing their stingers??? And
suddenly, in my head, I have a whole underground bee culture going on……..
heat wave.....♪♫♪♫♪….. the temperature’s rising…….♪♫♪♫♪……it isn’t
as hell….♪♫♪♫♪…..and sweaty…..♪♫♪♫♪
and the a/c
in the house died!…..♪♫♪♫♪
(I know it
doesn’t rhyme but I’m working under duress here…..)
DATELINE: LAST THURSDAY The a/c
died. Long story short (sort of....lol) the tech told us the coil was leaking.
$2,500…..or new unit to replace what we have now $7,400 (which has never cooled
the house to my liking)….or new unit upgrade with duct work @ $10,000…….hmmmmm.
more Freon to get us through the weekend. But it only lasted that afternoon and
then the temperature in the house topped off at 86°.
every fan in the house going and all the shades drawn to keep out the sun. The a/c
wall unit in the garage is running and we have Husband’s big work fan trying to
blow the cool air from the garage into the house….
all that the temp climbs higher in here every day!
on the new coil and they ordered it on Friday. It’s coming from Texas….it’ll be
here by tomorrow (they think….) and then they have to schedule when they can
offering to drive to Texas to get it myself. It would have been faster and I
would have been in a nice cool car the whole way……but…..I decided against it.
In the meantime….I’m M-E-L-T-I-N-G…………(cue the Wicked Witch of the West
UPDATE: SUNDAY The tech came and added more Freon to keep us going until the part comes....and two hours later......BANG......WHOOOOOOSHHHHHHHH......the OUTSIDE unit blew! We are now getting a whole new system. Upgrading to a bigger unit, new duct work, new returns......BUT.......I'll be able to hang meat in here!
Technology is amazing. I find it remarkable you can hold a tiny
device in your hand, tethered to nothing, and have access to the world. ANYTHING you want….movies….music…information…..directions…..the
list goes on.
Wireless technology is magical. I don’t understand it and it
astonishes me. I’m sure there are gremlins involved in some way, they’re just
not telling us! LOL
And yet I’m totally unimpressed with the fact you can turn
on a radio and get music out of a box, or for that matter put a bunch of metal
tubes on your roof and have another box filled with pictures.
Radio waves don’t impress me but wireless technology does…..
Why is that?
I grew up with radio and TV so it just seems normal I guess.
But hand held devices impress the hell out of me!
Inspired by Koosje Koene’s Draw Tip Tuesday I decided
to try my hand (no pun intended...you'll get that in a minute....) at the newly arranged living room bookcase. I grabbed a ‘failed’ piece of paper from my
discard pile, a blue ballpoint pen and took a few minutes while listening to an
I often have trouble making art just for the sake of the
doing. I find myself asking why? To what end? What am I going to do with it? To
sell? To share? To exhibit?
If I can’t come up with a satisfactory answer I don’t do
anything. I get stuck in a quagmire of nothingness.
And I brood.
I get cranky which leads to depressed…..
Then I wonder what’s wrong with me.
And I wonder if some
of the adults I encountered in my formative years who tried to make me right
handed......or questioned some of the things I did, or said , or thought or believed…..I wonder if they didn’t fry some of my brain circuits.
During the depression my uncle
raised and sold chickens. My grandfather was out of work for four years during
that time but my mother said she never knew until she was much older. She
never felt deprived or poor. There was always food on the table. During the
winter months they had what my grandmother had ‘put up’ (i.e. canned) from the
Grandma was famous for her End of
the Garden Relish. A sweet relish made from green tomatoes and other stragglers
from the garden at the end of the growing season. She gave me the recipe and
I’ve made it once or twice but it was never as good as hers.
Grandma's recipe, in her own hand. Give it a try, it's yummy!
After all the hellos and hugs
Grandma went into grandma mode…..feeding us! The first question out of her
mouth after all the hellos was ALWAYS “You want a ‘toe-mah-toe’ sandwich?”
Mostly she asked this of BigBro but I got in on the deal.
Toasted tomato sandwiches on
homemade bread (sliced slightly thicker than store bought bread) with vine
ripened tomatoes from their garden. In all my life, before or since, I have
never had a sandwich that tasted as good as Grandma’s! And they kept coming! I
don’t remember what BigBro’s record was, but I’m sure he put a significant dent
in their tomato supply.
For my special treat Grandma
made cinnamon toast for breakfast. Every morning of our visit I got to have
cinnamon toast. And eggs! (keep in mind, as a kid, I was supposedly
allergic to eggs….among other things. And Grandma conveniently ‘forgot’ all my
Now THAT’S love….feeding your
grandchild food that could possibly have detrimental effects…..amiright?????
Next thought: Do you ever wonder…….. when some guy
decides he’s going to pop the question to his girlfriend in a really big way
and hires a sky writer to fly over a stadium at half time…….puffing out WILL
YOU MARRY ME, REBECCA? Do you ever think about the statistical possibility
of how many otherRebecca’s
there are in a crowd of 80,000 fans? And out of all those Rebecca’s how many of
them turn to their unsuspecting boyfriends shrieking YES and throwing
their arms around his neck because all the way to the stadium in the car she
was secretly hoping this would happen?
I wonder how many poor guys have been suckered this
We only visited my grandparents once
every four or five years. So when we did it was special. I remember the closer
we got to their house (after driving for hours on the New York State Thruway,
the MOST boring road in the universe) I would get antsy. I knew what was
coming. I had to get through the ‘hellos’. I HATED that part. All the hugging
and kissing and “My, how you’ve GROWN!” comments. But the part I hated most was
I didn’t mind so much that it reminded me of
What I hated was he’d hug me and
kiss me and ‘tickle’ me with that mustache. But it didn’t tickle, it scratched!
And left red marks on my neck! I hated those first few minutes of every visit.
But once we got that out of the way it was fun!
My grandparents lived in a small
town in upstate New York. They lived in that house from the time my mother was
born until their deaths.
It was on a narrow but very deep
parcel of land. It had a small front yard but a HUGE backyard. Most of the backyard was devoted to a victory garden.
Rows and rows of vegetables……tomatoes,
carrots, corn, peas, green beans, lettuce, beets, onions, potatoes……you name
it, and Grandpa grew it. They even had fruit trees next to the barn.
At the very back of the yard was a
white picket fence. And on the gate of the fence, on the alley side, was a mark
carved deeply into the wood.
A strange shape with lines. I
remember my grandfather showing it to me and asking if I knew what it was.
Then he told me a story.
About the depression and how during
the depression many people left or lost their homes and would travel from place
to place looking for work and food. He told me how the hobos would never come
to your front door. They would ALWAYS come
to the back door. They were polite and respectful and for the most part would
not take a handout but would always ask to do a chore for any food given. And on
back fences all across America were marks that the hobos carved so those who
came along after would know what to expect at the marked houses.
The mark that was at my grandparent’s
house was this:
It means ‘food for work’.
My grandfather was out of work for
four years during the depression. I think there were times they were afraid
they would lose the house. But even through hard times they never turned anyone
away looking for food. Grandma always found something that needed doing. He was
very proud of her for that. And proud enough of the marks carved into his back
gate that in all the ensuing years he never replaced that picket.
I’ve been thinking…..gasp….I KNOW….she thinks! LOL
Anyway, since my father’s WWII photo album has ended and I
think you must be sick of looking at my old family photos (don’t worry, I’ll
probably go back to them when I run out of ideas to write about) I thought I
might share some of the random things that pop into my head from time to time.
I’m still looking for a title.…. Thoughts on a Thursday…..Theoretical
Thursdays…..Thoughtful Thursdays (or
Thoughtless…) we can work on that later……
The first one: I was thinking about where we come from. You
know…..BIG THOUGHTS. I’ve heard a lot of theories on this one. I like the
extraterrestrial theory best. I still think we’re an extraterrestrial’s fifth
grade science fair project. Like sea monkeys in an aquarium. But now that she’s
in high school and she’s lost interest she forgets to tend to us so we are
And I kept on thinking in this vein…..maybe the Soylent
Green theory is right. Except we’re food for ‘them’. But then it begs the
question….are we the appetizer, the entre, or dessert? Or are we some very rare
delicacy like Japanesefugu? Or maybewe are
to them like carbs are to us. We taste really good but we’re bad for them.....snack food. And
the reason they haven’t come back for us is because they’re trying to clean up
their act and eat more healthfully.
I finally finished! (and have the aching hands to prove it....) I fit everything into four cases: 1. Copics 2. pencils 3. black pens/markers/brush pens etc. 4. colored pens I'm happy with the consolidation. I've only used this new system once so far. It was easy peasy. Grabbed the Copic case and lugged it over to where I was working. I like that they take up less space (look at all that shelf space just waiting for more books!) and that I don't have to dust them! Dusting your pens is a pain in the ass and just plain stupid, IMHO. So there you have it! Job well done. Just thought you'd like to know.
The spaces left between pens is because the loops are so tight it's sometime difficult to get them in and out so I left myself some 'wiggle' room.
And I kept brands together...it appeals to the OCD in me!
In all this house remodeling we are doing I have decided some
downsizing and purging in the studio is in order too. I watched avideo the other day and was
inspired to wrangle my pens/pencils/markers into some sort of cohesive order……
So I went on Amazon and bought myself some cases. I did a
quick estimate and figured one 80 slot carrying case for the Copics would
work and the 120 slot pencil holder would work for my pens/pencils.
They arrived yesterday and I happily lugged all my “stuff” out to the
living room and began the organizing.
I may have more of a problem than I thought. :-/
The 80 slot case for the markers is about 100 slots too
few….and we won’t even discuss the pencil/pen case.
I’ve decided I’ll donate all the markers that aren’t
Copics and just divide the pens/pencils in half and donate them
too…..wait……maybe I’ll keep the pens but donate the pencils….no wait……I may
need those pencils someday……but wait……where am I going to keep them……sigh…..
I’ll be right back…..I have to go order something from
This is all the 'left over' stuff I don't have room for, hence the emergency order from Amazon. (And I'm not even showing the stuff I'm donating to the art teacher......)
I had a scathingly brilliant idea for the small wall on my
side of the bed in our newly designed bedroom.
I thought it was brilliant.
So I bought all the necessary hardware, had Husband install
the wires and proceeded to hang prints of my artwork.
I thought I would enjoy seeing the fruits of my artistic
labors on a rotating permanent display.
As it turns out…...not so much! LOL
(Sorry about the blurry exposure.....)
Scathingly brilliant idea, take two…..
Have Husband build and install floating white shelves.
Add a touch of greenery, caricatures of the boys, pepper it
with a piece or two of original artwork, add a giraffe and a tchotchke (or two) and there you have the
perfect wall decoration (it’s still a work in progress but you get the idea.)
(I'm beginning to think we might actually finish the bedroom.....someday.....lol)
I haven’t been sketching much lately. Sad, but true.
I have two sketchbooks sitting on the couch next to me every
night and I look at them forlornly. I’m just not motivated. And every time I pick
one up, pen poised over the page, I just can’t think of anything to sketch.