Saturday, August 16, 2008
We drugged them again; this time instead of sprinking a crushed tablet on Tiggie's food we tried having B. hold him on top of the washer (a trick the vet taught us) and I tried to slip a pill down Tig's throat.
He bit. I bleed. A lot. I've got Neosporin on it, a slice along side my middle finger nail. Please pray it doesn't get infected...health coverage starts again on the 26th of August.
After that we just sprinkled it on his food again and he slurped it down. Stupid us.
Hart fought, but I got a pill down him too.
It was NOT good news to learn that we really would have to pull them out of their carriers and CARRY them though security.
Like I said....they did great...we did great...and we are on our way outta Sticky Town, where the humidity was 73% today.
I hope I NEVER have that kind of humidity again!
Gotta go get on the plane now.
More later, from SLC!!!!!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Yesterday we test drugged the cats to see how they would do with the medication. Kitty Prozac I'm calling it. Tiggie slurped down wet cat food spiked with a quarter tablet, and within twenty minutes his inner eyelid had slide over half his eye, and he was staggering and missing jumps up on the furniture.
Hart got a pill popped into his mouth. It took a really long time for him to get loopy, and Tiggie kept trying to beat him up.
Tiggie also wanted to eat. A lot. Munchies is a side affect of this drug?
This morning they are back to normal.
They will fly with us in the airplane cabin. Whoo boy...did you know they have frequent flyer programs for pets too? And just to ride under the seat is over a hundred bucks. Yeah for B.'s company for picking up that tab.
Yesterday we had to chop down our two large Japanese maples. They both died suddenly, green one day and crispy brown 48 hours later. Turns out is is a soil borne disease; there was nothing we could do to stop it. Still it was a sad task to saw down the two trees that we loved so much.
Last night I started my test packing. I get two duffel bags to put on the plane, each of which can weigh 70 pounds. One is now full of clothes and weighs less than that amount. It would be SO much easier if I knew when we would be selling the house and having all our stuff shipped to Utah. Should I pack snow boots and sweaters? More cold weather clothes or ???? It could be warm there through October, or we could have an early winter.
I guess if I need to, I will just have to get to know the SLC clothing stores. I just hate to shop when I know I already have what I need back home.
The biggest headache is figuring out what files and cosmetics to take. I realized last night that I would have to take my "good" or sentimental jewelry with me on the plane as it isn't wise to put that in luggage. Ugh...more weight in my back pack that will also hold my laptop and assorted files. I think I will request NO MORE good jewelry!
(I may rethink that later, so don't hold me to it.)
I will feel much better once everything I want to take is in the bags and weighed. Last night my mind kept suggesting other "important" things...and I had to wonder each time if I should just plan on replacing it in SLC if I actually needed it.
Here's the mental kick in the pants about all this: Back in 1880, my great great grandmother left German with two daughters under the age of ten and came to Salt Lake City.
She left behind her oldest daughter who had recently gotten married, and a son.
Later her brother brought the son over.
They were coming to SLC because they had been converted to Mormonism.
The oldest daughter came to SLC ten years later with her husband and three daughters. After they arrived, my grandfather (my mom's dad) was born. They had another son, and then the whole family went BACK to Germany, had another kid or two, then CAME BACK TO SLC AGAIN!!!
And great grandma did all this while PREGNANT!!!!
(Think about it...making such trips with no disposable diapers, not ipods, no videos playing in the back seat, no fast food...long boat ride, train trip...)
The married daughter and her husband and children were not Mormons, and never become Mormon either. They were in Utah during the 1890's when Utah women became the first women with the right to vote.
(Actually a sneaky ploy to get more votes...no good Mormon wife would dream of voting in any other fashion than exactly the way her husband or father told her to vote...and remember some of those husband's had lots of wives and daughters. A unique way to stuff the ballot box.)
My grandfather went back to Germany as a US soldier during WWI, then he moved to California, married my grandmother and they moved to San Diego.
The point of this ramble is this: My ancestors managed to travel by boat and train with INFANTS and multiple kids, with just a trunk or two. No "rest of the stuff will be shipped later" nonsense; just go!
In honor of what they did, I have pledged not to whine about my plight.
(At least not too much.)
If they could put up with such a time of testing, then by golly, so can I.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
(This is a good picture to click on to enlarge...)
Check out the Beauty Berries ripening in a blushing tide. (Another click on/enlarge worthy!)
The color gradation makes me think of paint samples, where the colors go from dark to light.
This year's Beauty Berries have been spectacular; the biggest clusters ever!
(And I think if the fantasy story about the baby snake with the crystal ever gets written, it should include Beauty Berries in the plot. And mushrooms that have run away from the fairy ring...)
In case you are wondering how I am finding time to mess around with my camera in the woods right now:
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
(Or should I say "I needed a creative energy outlet, the heck with moving time!" ?)
You should know the drill by now. Take one straw hood (aka "cone")
Dunk or spray hood with water that has unflavored gelatin added to provide sizing.
And in this case, since the hood was an antique gold color, I'm added some tropical blue dye as well.
I'm aiming for an avocado hue.
(Bernie on the other hand is going for the blanched white in horror hue when he realizes that I have a pot of dye on our stove top...this after being scrupulously careful to not get anything in the kitchen stained or dirty. It was fine, I knew what I was doing. Sorta. Anyway, no dye impacted the pristine counter top. Whew.)
Hmmm...it isn't quite there yet.
The back is great though.
I like how the top of the crown (the tip) looks from the back.
The more tilt, the more attitude.
Funny how even the inanimate model seems to change expressions with the each change of the hat tilt.
But since this hat has not been made for me to wear, I will let it's owner decide what is the right amount of tug needed, and will put her own shapings to make the hat look uniquely right on her.
Can you guess who that will be?
Hint #1: Tiggie and her kitty correspond regularly.
Hint #2: She has a tree in her back yard that grows the most delicious avocados.
Hint #3: She and Bernie went to college together.
Hint #4: She is creating a custom hat pin for the hat from her own bead collection.
Go to this link to see who is Birthmonth rocking in the hat!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
One of her most interesting adventures was meeting and marrying an Irish guy.
As in Northern Ireland.
Don't ask...it's complicated.
Some day I'm going to write a novel based on the romantic events that lead to their marriage.
I've even come up with a raft of possible titles for this story.
(A Clauddagh for Mardi Gras or A Cajun in Clover are two of my favorite titles right now...)
Anyway, Hope's husband Dominic is quite a guy. That's Dominic as in Doctor Dominic.
He has a Phd in Political Science and in addition to being a college prof, he also seems to manage to be invited on road trips around the globe where he is asked to contribute his brain power to studying some of the world's more ticklish peace problem.
His last trip was to the Middle East. Yeah, they have a bit of a political issue or two going on over in that neck of the woods from what I hear.
Authentic Cajun Cuisine.
Oh yeah baby! Let the good times roll!
Dominic greeted us with flutes of champagne spiked with a kiss of Grand Marnier. Just perfect to sip while Hope gave me a tour of her newly framed art collection. She and Dom travel extensively, and purchase original art or prints during each of their trips.
I loved her taste in art, especially her sentimental collection of Irish art work, and thought that Dom's taste in Egyptian art was fabulous. They also enjoy wine tasting, and have recently framed prints of a California's winery's labels that they got on their last trip to the California wine country.
The bold modern colors of the labels felt like jazz for the eyes, and were in perfect auditory harmony with the soft jazz/blues that Hope had playing in the background.
Why have I never had this classic recipe served on puff pastry before?
It is a fabulous appetizer concept: Skip the bed of rice and use puff pastry instead.
If all political issues are ever resolved and peace breaks out everywhere, I am comforted to know that with this single dish, Dominic could easily start a new career as a chef.
You know what they say: You should always have something to fall back on...
It is an important detail: When they come visit us some day I will want them to create the meal again and teach me all their culinary secrets.
Salt Lake City needs this.
I need this.
How ever am I going to survive in Utah without Cajun food????
Everyone please bow their head right now!!! and pray with me:
Please let all political matters be permanently resolved and all world conflict end so Dominic can quit being a Phd of Political Science and become an Irish Cajun chef in Salt Lake City Utah instead.
Mostly I worked evenings.
Often it hardly seemed like work at all.
That's the way it is when you love your job and have great co-workers to work with.
I almost didn't take the job when I realized the college was a 45 minute drive from my house. But I decided that doing the drive only twice or three times a week wouldn't be too bad.
I can now say I'm glad I did decide to take it despite the drive.
It turned out that the scenery on the way was often quite interesting.
Kingwood, then about ten minutes more on the 59 freeway to 1960, past the mall and then into rural areas that flanked the Houston airport.
On this last drive to work I was amused to see three turkey buzzards perched on fence posts. Off in the distance you can see the airport control tower.
prairie on either side. The clouds often are beautiful in the distance and I enjoyed seeing the seasons change in the meadow. Right now small sunflower are brightening up the roadside...merrily disguising the purpose of the land: It is designated for emergency crash landings.
Thankfully it has never has served it purpose, and I hope it never will.
She never actually needed the hat for anything other than a fashion accessory. No hair loss on her head, and she looks just great.
Don't you just love a happy ending to a cancer treatment?
Have I mentioned how really thoughtful this group of ladies are?
They think of everything!
The first campus poet laureate David Bell won his title based on this three line haiku on the theme "Achievement":
North Harris College,
Plus they usually had better goodies to eat than we librarians did upstairs...and Terry was always good for a smile and a cheery greeting as she mange the second floor crew.
The second floor also had an interesting collection of framed photographs of people from other cultures. I thought this girl looked so happy and relaxed that I would find myself smiling just by seeing her.
She looks so very unhappy; maybe scared, maybe defiant. What was going through her young mind as the photographer focused upon her and took her picture, forever capturing the complex expression under the great big hat.
I wonder how old she must be now, and what she would think of seeing her photograph presiding over student engaged in learning at a library so far away.
I so enjoyed working with all the staff over the years at the NHC library. Each of them had distinctive personalities and interests, and I think all of them were interesting people to get to know.
In my next job I will be a solo librarian for a fourteen college campus system, with schools in eight different states. I will manage the libraries remotely, ordering books and collecting materials to support the curriculum needs and the student's success.
I know I will miss swinging into work and chatting with other librarians about ideas and activities as I did at North Harris. By the time I start at my new job on September 1st, my old library pals will be doing without both me and Hope, as she has accepted a position at another Lone Star College district campus. Things will have changed there too...it is true, nothing really ever stays the same...
Thankfully we will be able to stay in touch through email, blogs and maybe even professional conferences or two along the way.
And if all else fails, maybe they can make a trip to SLC, see the mountains, and me, and get an massage as well.
(More about that option later!)
Best of luck in the new school year!