Oh I Am My Mother's Daughter All Right

Go to THIS LINK, click on "Listen," and you will hear Shirley Jones sing "Till There Was You."

How beautiful is her voice. How beautiful is it???

I'm not kidding when I say it brings tears to my eyes.

Wow.

Bedtime for All Dog's Creatures

I remember the first nights I stayed alone at this house, how the uncurtained windows let the night in and the yardlight illuminated the endless dark space outside. It was a bit unnerving; it spooked me.

Now the yard out there is familiar and I look out at it quite comfortably as I walk from one room to another with the house lights out.

Sometimes in the wee hours I lie on the couch in the living room and watch the shadows of the trees shimmy against the wall, thanks to the yardlight streaming through the picture window. It does have its benefits, although I still believe if we could shut it off we might see the northern lights more often from our living room.

Oh Deer Me

mother decides to re-trace steps and is followed by fawn

I as thrilled as ever

You’d think / seeing deer so often / it would get old / but it never does

Dog's Heaven

Resting place of Casper Doodle

Chicken Lady

One of my all-time favourite Kids in the Hall sketches.

Three Amigos

Only three left of all the kittens born here this spring. They're getting brave, making their way toward the house. Last night I stepped out after dark and found them galloping across the lawn.

I go to the tractor shed every morning, scoop out dry food for them, carry a gallon of water to the electric bowl (there was ice on the water not long ago, so...) and cuddle them all. Not just these three. There are also four adults that insist on their due.

Ducky, for Danielle

Ducky Doodle is shivering, but does he want to come in? Hell no. He insists on being outside where he can keep an eye on the yard and the other dog (one of his girlfriends).

He is attached to a cord so that he and the old dog won't gang up on a kitten, and so that the two of them don't go a-wanderin' down the road and get run over. They take turns being tied up when they're out there together and no one is around to keep them in line.

He is wearing his fall jacket.

Sometimes when we've no plan to clip his collar to the cord, he runs over there and sits as if waiting for us to do it. So it doesn't seem as if he minds.

*** This has been a family service announcement for my niece Danielle, who raised Ducky Doodle from a pup.

Nuthin at All

And the sun, she is a-shinin'!
I have nothing to say. Nothing! But am looking forward to my walk.
First, to put in an hour's work. Toodle-oo....

Snow on Ground

Since it's snowed, I'd best show you the last of the photos taken on my walks.

Occasionally I venture across the road for a stroll. It's Scott's dad's family's original homestead quarter, and they still farm it, but the old yard remains.

I like it over there, but am also nervous, probably because I've gone off-road into bush and long grass. You'd think I was a deer keeping her senses peeled for the presence of a cougar.

Speaking of which, one was spotted in the farmyard of friends just a few miles from here. I need to start carrying a shilele (sp?) with a spear that pops out of the end if needed. Or a rifle over my shoulder.    Moose don't unnerve me, but the thought of being attacked by a large cat is another story.

Clocks Postcard

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The work of F.L. and Jos. Bily, Ridgeway, Iowa, Route No. 2. A collection of clocks which took over twenty years to construct. Some of the clocks stand ten feet high. The clocks are carved in different kinds of wood, some imported. Some of the clocks play chimes and have movable figures carved in wood. 

Flannel Shirt

The best thing about ten-dollar flannel shirts (I bought one for Scott when they were on sale at the local hardware store) is that after two washes they don't fit him anymore and I get 'em. This is my latest snuggly warm one. Just in time for snow.

My face is not happy. Since this morning it's missing its last wisdom tooth and is still half-frozen. Feels like a block of plasticine sitting on my neck.

I laid down when we got home but Scott woke me before he left again, as I've an appointment for a haircut in town in a half hour. Thought of cancelling it but hey, why screw up someone else's schedule just because I'm a bit achey? Off I go, over the wild white snow-covered roads.

Beautification Station

Saved from the frost and now happily in sunlight streaming through my bedroom window.

This corner of our house also happens to be the prosperity bagua (fengshui-speak), where it is wise to add purple.

It was impossible to resist these guys either, so they are parked in the kitchen for now:

They sure brighten up the place.

Amnesty Merchandise

Amnesty International's quarterly newsletter offered long-sleeved cotton T-shirts for $10 apiece. I stocked up.

To see the merchandise catalogue, CLICK HERE. Your purchases help support Amnesty International's work in the world. It is extremely important work. You want to help in any way you can.

Woman with Flowers in Pots

Another old picture of an unidentified woman. Who is she? Whose house is she kneeling outside of?  Why do I find this photo so striking?

Fall 2012

I often walk past the ravine.

On the west side of the road, the water has all but disappeared (click image to enlarge). Look at the trees it has drowned in the past few years. Someone left a couple rifle shells on the road yesterday. Probably shooting at a muskrat or maybe even a beaver. 

Oh these colours!!!!!

Sunlight warms a battered pail in the bush near our house.

What is not to love about Fall! We've had a beautiful one.

Question for Reta & Joanne

I am the keeper of many old photos from both sides of my family. There are quite a few in which the people are not identified.

I love some of these particular pictures though, and have kept them out to be framed and hung. Not that I have any space on the walls for more pictures, but ...

Above is one of them. I don't know either of these two ladies, but can't help thinking of Gertrude Stein and Alice Toklas whenever I see this photo (although my girls here are better looking). Isn't it lovely? They look so perfectly comfortable together, as if they've been friends forever. I'm not suggesting they were a lesbian couple, like Gertrude and Alice.

The handwriting on the back identifies one of them, and I am hoping that Reta or Joanne or anyone else can tell me something more.

Little Free Library

Reprinted from this week's issue of the Wadena News.

Good Teeth

Looks like a cosy place for a mouse family

Finally the weather seems normal for this time of year: cold.
Tuesdays are one of my regular walking days, so out I went yesterday, and made it to the end of the driveway before coming back in for more clothes. Brrr! When I got into the warmth of the porch I thought "The only thing warm enough for a three-mile walk will be my ski pants and winter jacket." Then I couldn't make myself put them on and go back out.

It happens. Today is not a regular walking day for me, but I'll go anyway.

The dentist discovered I've chipped a molar and decay has set in, so I need a filling. Which he can't do till next Tuesday. Fortunately for me, I've had no toothache for the past three days, and today looks promising as well. I hope my luck holds.

Still some colour in the trees around our place

Moonscape around house

We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Wynyard! I've had a toothache -- or something -- going on for the past week, though it's been gone the last two days. Like magic, I figure, or a miracle. However it took a week to get this appointment with a dentist so I'm taking no chances. Toothaches are the suck! My body has been fighting the discomfort like a trooper, but obviously so, because fatigue was my constant friend till bedtime Saturday. A clove (thanks for that reminder, Shelly) held in the mouth was helpful when 500 mg Aspirin wasn't doing the trick on its own.

"Too nice a day to work!" one of these gents said as we pulled into a parking lot in town Saturday morning. Of course the first order of business had been breakfast, but once that was out of the way Scott had places to go, people to see, things to do. So did these other guys, but that didn't stop them from taking a few minutes to jaw in the sunshine while I sat in the truck and started my new library book, Water for Elephants.