Friday, July 22, 2016

Friday Cats Blogging



Friday



I got something today that I had wanted. I wanted the trash tree that is destroying my fence gone, and it is gone, well, its not "gone", it is chopped.

And I didn't have to do it or ask a favor or do anything. I just had to wait. Wait for , almost fifteen years, but good things come to those that wait. I hope, I am hoping that whatever they put there doesn't block all the light - because it could, they build these very tall, very thin houses here now. Sun Blockers and garden killers.And they don't match! These are all mid century modern homes! They build these awful nuevo farm houses and they look dreadful. A very modern home would stand out, but it would fit in better over all. These places were the very top of style when they were built in the last forties and early fifties.


I should have taken a picture of it as it was, but I really, really didn't like it as it was and even standing there on a garden chair looking over the fence while the guy cleared and leveled the lot I had no urge to mark the moment or eulogize the tree.

 Roughly before



Roughly after


The tree is dead, long live the tree.


My new view, same as the old view but now with no shade whatsoever. I'm very glad I went ahead and bought my umbrella. MY fence is a mess though, it needs to be tightened up, fixed, straightened. That tree was a nightmare.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

#AirHornOrchestra #loud #toottoot



Air Horn Orchestra: Week 15


 Trying to get arrested.- in the street, making noise before the permit started, possibly blocking traffic.
























Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Garden Update 2016 8

And I killed another two fleas today. I also took three spaghetti squash to work and they got re-homed. I have five  on the vines. There are two zucchini that should be ready by Thursday.

There are two small peppers.

And that is all. My tomaotes are all but dead and I have only two plants left in the ground and they will die soon. I don't know if  everything I planted suffered from two much rain and then spread fungus or the dirt was bad - It couldn't be too bad, the plants did make gorgouse baby tomatos - that got eaten whole by someone weeks before ripening. Every Damn One of Them.

It is heart breaking.




Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Fleas.

I spent the weekend turning my home into a Super Fund site. I cleaned and laundered, threw out and put away and poisoned and vacuumed  every room in the house and poisoned and mopped and cleaned every surface flat and otherwise.. My house is very clean and completely toxic to living things.

Except if you are the fleas I was trying very hard to kill in the first place. You are in great shape! You feel great. The rest of us have had months taken off our lives and have inhaled lungs full of poisonous toxins - to kill you. You are still here.

Fewer of you, yes, I am not entirely useless,I did spend hours doing this. I know I did away with thousands of your brothers and friends, and they will not be back. I spent eleven hours on Saturday working my lungs to the bone. Probably lost brain cells as well.

Rocket was not in any way cooperative with his bath.  The soaping up part is not difficult, and he doesn't mind it too terribly and even even seems to almost like it - but the whole water from the hose, hearing the water, having the water touch him part of the bathing experience is a nightmare.

I had to keep him on a lash for the whole nightmare - I hurt more after his bath than I did two days after my first calisthenics class.  I did this so that I could scrub him with a dog shampoo that could double as a pesticide - the cats got a less toxic washing, but no less fun. They at least didn't try to break my hip for my troubles either. Neither cat loved the experience but I think they did appreciate my lessening their flea load. The dog was miserable before and after - He was covered with fleas! I had no idea, I saw them on the cats and I had found one or two on the dog but the dog was a flea condo. Disgusting.

I spray down and packed up most of my pillows and got ride of a couple of unnecessary throw rugs and laundered everything even passably washable. It will save me time in a couple of weeks when I do all of it again - and I'll repeat it until I have all the fleas dead.

I am still killing fleas. In two weeks I'm using Raid. I used something I used in the past for an infestation - and it worked very well - very toxic but  still vaguely safe-ish for living things, it was a disappointment this time around. Waste of time, next time I go with something that will actually kills things dead. I don't want them suffering from brain damage, I want them dead.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

God Damn It Again



This is what happens when you put the wolves in charge of the hen house. No one is safe. The NRA must be removed from the equation entirely because this is what happens when you let everyone have guns, an armed society is most certainly not a polite society - it is a dangerous society where there is no respect for life whatsoever. Everyone is a  potential victim and our lives have no value. May the Lord have mercy on our souls.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Again.

I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation between us and everyone else on this planet. The President of the United States, a gondolier in Venice, just fill in the names. I find it extremely comforting that we're so close. I also find it like Chinese water torture, that we're so close because you have to find the right six people to make the right connection... I am bound, you are bound, to everyone on this planet by a trail of six people. John Guare, Six Degrees of Separation.

Air horn Orchestra Week 14



I have to admit, I was suffering from air horn ennui. Its hot outside now and standing in the sun bleeting is not as fun as it was. People started going on vacation, we had a memorial for the people who died in Orlando and the drums sounded like gun shots, then the General Assembly went home without overturning HB2. The summer was shaping up to be long and hot and pointless.

What's the point. No one is listening, the crowd is thinning and there are a lot of things to be outraged about- and to be honest? Standing around in the sun dressed in black is not a great time. Its hard to care as deeply about it as necessary when something new and more awful seems to happen every day.

And then.

Canceled Party  . A progressive group had rented out the mansion for a party - this is done by many non-profits, its a common thing and it's not real expensive. The group is also involved with the Air horn orchestra. But the AHO was not a party to then contract for the space, did not sign, was not named and was not part of it. The Governor's office canceled the party due  to a Face Book post by a member of AHO about the party  and summarily  canceled the other groups event - That I was going to attend, it was going to be fun and a change of pace from the somewhat moribund honking week after week.

Two hours before the event The Progressive group was contacted by the Governor's office that their formal, written guest list of two hundred and fifty people needed to be pared down to fifty - and this was done and then the the Governor's Office canceled it, by claiming they were in breach of contract. They weren't.



Suddenly, instead of another week of bleeting at windmills, the press trucks are back and the TV cameras are back and suddenly, we are interesting again! We have been dissed! Not only are we not just honking into the ether, We are actually annoying Pat! He knows we're here and he DOESN'T LIKE IT! He Blinked!

OMG! How wonderful! He cares! He cares so I care again! This isn't just making noise to make noise! We're making noise to irritate Pat and its WORKING

The press trucks were there and the cameras and the talking heads. It was like a refreshing breeze! There was a really nice turn out too, the last couple of weeks the head count had been dwindling and we were sounding a little peaky. This week we ROCKED! We're back baby! Thanks Pat!