Guinevere is enjoying her walk every morning. We range through Tangletown, along the Minnehaha Creek Parkway, up and down the streets near our house. Now that we’ve had some rain and warm weather, we have walking by LOTS of greenery. Hostas, wild grape vine, irises, ferns, trillium, lilies, peonies, even creeping charley. But what does Guinevere like? Tall grass. Not short grass, not even a long lawn, but tall grass that occasionally shows up in an untended garden, or in a spot that no one seems to be claiming (like the corner of an alleyway). Whenever we come across tall grass, she always wants to take a chomp. And she never mistakes any of the other abundant greenery for her favorite snack. How does she do this? Is it just the visual cue or does tall grass smell differently? I can’t figure it out.
What item on a buffet can’t YOU resist?
I saw a news story about a high-speed chase in the Seattle yesterday. The owner of the car struck two vehicles before he headed onto the interstate, where he hit speeds as high as 109 mph. At one point he drove on a popular pedestrian trail (luckily nobody was on the trail right then). The police ended up throwing down spikes to end the chase.
During the chase, one officer thought he saw a dog in the driver’s seat and this was confirmed when they finally got the car stopped. A “sweet” pit bull was in the driver’s seat and the car owner was steering from the passenger seat. The news story didn’t say who was controlling the gas pedal. The owner of the car said he was “trying to teach the dog to drive.” The charges filed against him include DUI, reckless driving, hit-and-run and felony eluding.
Personally I would rather teach my dog something a little more useful – like changing the sheets on my bed every Saturday or how to mop the kitchen floor.
What would you like your pets to do for YOU?
William and Kate say the kids are out of control. Kurt and Goldie are fighting in public and have called off the wedding. Mutant wasps have arrived in the country via Washington – the same as Covid-19. Hillary has just six months to live. Ted Cruz’s father linked to JFK assassination.
Where was I?
I figured that being furloughed would be like practicing for retirement. So it’s been surprising to me that I’m struggling. I’m not as happy as I thought I would be and some days it’s felt like time is stretching out endlessly in front of me. Last weekend I sat myself down (well, figuratively) to try to grapple with my problem.
It didn’t take long to realize that furlough during shelter-in-place is NOT like practicing for retirement, so my expectations were out of whack. Although I had never actually planned my retirement, I did have some things that I wanted to do when I had the time – volunteering was big on the list. I want to volunteer at my neighborhood library, the Crisis Nursery, Feed My Starving Children, maybe the Arboretum or even one of the zoos (although I expect there is a pretty good waiting line for these spots). I know I wouldn’t be a good Humane Society volunteer; not sure I could pass the training and even if I did, I’d probably end up with six cats and seven dogs by the end of my first week. For now, volunteering in person is off my table.
After some thought, I decided that I COULD contribute by making and sending cards. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve seen few card-making opportunities online in which organizations are soliciting card donations to send to sick kids, folks in essential services jobs and medical personnel and decided that this is right up my alley; I have a passion for it AND I don’t need to leave the house for supplies – I can easily make cards for months without having to get anything (yeah, I know, kinda sad)!
I’ve sent off two packets so far for essential services folks and also a stack of medical personnel cards as well (see photo). When it rains next, I’ll spend a day doing cards for kids. It’s not exactly a new lease on life but I find that I’m feeling a little better this week. I also decided to make garden thank you cards – for letting people know that I appreciate their gardens on my daily walk. And, of course, if anybody needs any cards – I’m your gal – just let me know!
Do you have any favorite volunteer gigs when we’re not sheltering in place?
Yesterday I added my eggshells to my bales. I use a high nitrogen fertilizer on the bales and somewhere in the past I must have seen something (probably on the internet) that suggested added calcium in the form of eggshells to counteract that. While I was setting the crushed eggshells around each plant, some of them were blowing away in the stiff wind. This made me think about my friend, LeAnne. I’ve known LeAnne for over 30 years and from the beginning I’ve known that she believes that if you get wind in your ears, you’ll get sick. I’ve never even tried to talk her out of this belief, because you can tell that she’s not willing to believe anything else. In fact, just last week, she mentioned how she had felt bad all day because the day before she had been gardening and it had been quite windy.
As I stood there in the wind, watching some of the eggshells blow away, I realized that I am the same as LeAnne. I know what I know and it’s not just about adding eggshells to my bales. Snakes. I didn’t want YA to have an irrational fear so whenever we were around snakes (zoo, children’s museum, etc.) I made it a point to “pet the snake” in her presence. So my brain KNOWS that snakes are dry, but my brain also knows that they are slimy. Airplanes. I travel for a living; I’ve been on plenty of planes. I have even researched lift and airplane engineering. But I still know in my heart of hearts that on every single take-off, when the plane tilts for lift off, the tail of the plane is going to scrap the runway. The fact that this has never happened, not even once, makes no difference. I know what I know.
Do you “know” something, despite evidence to the contrary?
Nimue has always been fascinated by trickling water; I understand from other kitty owners that this is something she has in common with other cats. Up until her surgery last week, I never let her drink from the faucet like this, but between the cone of shame and her banishment to the dog kennel, I was feeling sorry for her yesterday morning. I know this is probably a bad precedent to set and she’ll want to drink from the faucet forever!
Why do kitties like to drink from the faucet? All ideas (silly or not) entertained!
Caveat: The following observations are only representative of my neighborhood and cannot be reliably applied to other areas.
On my daily walks with Guinevere, I’ve noticed that the Adirondack chair is the most popular chair in my area. There are lots and lots of them, in all colors from natural wood to bright yellow and reds. While there are plenty of Adirondacks in back yards, there is actually a pretty high percentage of them in front yards and on front stoops and porches. Cushions can be found as well. In the backyard of one house on our route there is a beautiful double Adirondack in a dark pine green. There is even a house over on Penn with a whole row of Adirondacks across the front yard of a house – one in every primary color of the rainbow.
This is interesting to me. YA and I have two Adirondacks in the back yard – bright aqua (YA’s choice) and I don’t find them to be all that comfortable. You’re pretty much forced to lean back in the chair. Except for closing my eyes and taking a snooze, I prefer to sit up. For keeping up with conversation, for drinking a beverage, for reading, I need to be sitting up. And, of course, when it’s time to exit of a chair, an Adirondacks is not the easiest chair to get out of. Although for snoozing in while YA messes with a fire in the fire pit, they are quite nice!
Do you have a favorite chair or snoozing spot?