Scorpion Alert!

Everett likes to go down to the farmers market in town every second Saturday. He is a fan of homemade jams and, apparently, of iron art. This was on the kitchen table yesterday when I dropped Emil off at his house for a couple hours. Its creator said it took him all evening to make one.

Everett is a Scorpio, so this is fitting. Watch out for those pincers.

Vodka and Pink Grapefruit Juice

Yeah, so?

I am on holidays, and it is hot out.

And it's not as if I didn't do anything today. Scott offered me cold cash to sweep up a couple rooms at a construction site, so off I went in my leather sandals and without workgloves. Drywall dust could be wiped off the sandals after, but a blister did start developing on my little finger. Good thing it was done in less than two hours. Thank goodness; I was bored silly anyway, though it was a welcome change from what I've been doing the past week or two.

Damn Dishes

Emil is a repeater. He has heard what you said, and will remember it word for word, and will use it as his own. We all know, from raising children, that it is essential to watch what you say around them because “little pitchers have big ears” and will embarrass you or someone else by saying something that wasn’t meant to be heard outside your own home. Emil, age 26, is like one of those little pitchers.

For instance, one time I hugged Gunnar goodbye and exclaimed, “It’s like hugging a wall!” He is six-foot-four and a big galoot. When they were here, Gunnar and Melissa picked Emil up for lunch one day and he introduced Gunnar to his house supervisor: “This is Gunnar. He’s big, like a wall.”

Another thing about Emil’s particular brain is that if you interrupt him mid-sentence — say, for instance, you want him to clarify a point — he will then start at the first word of the sentence again, and repeat the entire thing verbatim, like a recording. He can’t start in the middle of it, where he left off. It’s the way his brain works; a cerebral palsy thing, I guess.

Everett and I went out for supper last night at a local restaurant and then picked Emil up for the weekend. After we went for an ice cream treat at the local dairy dip, he came home with me. “It’s a long weekend; I get to stay till Monday,” he has said numerous times. He's quite happy about that, apparently, if only because he'll have free range in the kitchen.

Often when he’s here, there are dishes on the counter and he will say something like “We should get those dishes done so it looks nice in here.”

I can’t remember what his exact words are, but they are repeats of something he has heard me say. I am waiting for him to say them today, because maybe he will help me tackle that damn pile of dishes I can’t seem to get to the bottom of!

I said to Scott the other day: Make up your mind what you want for a water treatment system, because it's well past time we got a dishwasher in here.

"We've already got a dishwasher," he retorted, meaning me, "but it makes a lot of noise."

He quite often makes me hoot with laughter, as he's got a uniquely goofy and witty sense of humour, but I might've bitten the inside of my cheek when I grinned at that one: ha ha.

Trees inside the northern block of bush along our driveway are dying, due to flooding. Red-winged blackbirds have moved in. We do live in the middle of a swamp, apparently.

Barrel twins reach destination

to shelly:
subject: finally got my barrell in half

with the bands to hold them together
and the drainage holes in the bottoms
next: as soon as the plywood is under so that they can be mowed around, to make scott happy,
i have a pail of broken concrete to put into each one for help with drainage
then: black dirt into wheelbarrow
and: good to go for next spring, I guess!
there is one on each side of the big perennial bed in the front yard.


to kathy:

For drainage and lightness, I have taken to putting empty cans and plastic bottles in the bottom of pots, less dirt required and depending on the pot.....easier to move about!

Its the long weekend upon us....
Huge thunder lightning and heavy rainfall happened about 2 hrs ago....now's blue skies. Such strange weather.

Found a lake lot I hope to go see this weekend, said its a 5 min walk to the lake (Hanmore) would like to see what that would be all about.....cause I want lake front.



to shelly:

Lakefront:
http://goldengrainfarm.blogspot.ca/p/lake-property-for-sale-in-saskatchewan.html


Yes it's a bit far for a girl from edmonton to travel, but if the price is right ... OK I admit it, I'm dreaming.
The barrell came home with me two years ago from shelly's brother's, and needed some work, but thanks to my scottie i now have two large planters, woo hoo!

The recipe at Stubblejumpers Café today is a homemade tick repellent for pets: CLICK HERE.

A little dab'll do ya

“They say a dab of peanut butter behind your ears will keep mosquitoes from biting,” said Joan, “and the natural p.b., not the stuff with added sugar.”

So yesterday before going out on one of my numerous short (because of the heat) walks, I put a little dab behind each ear. I also slathered my ankles with an essential oil mixture that helps repel those bloodthirsty little bitches.

In spite of the accompanying platoons of dragonflies, I still got a few bites. Sorry, all … there is still no foolproof “natural” guard against mosquitoes.

Later, walking, I remembered the peanut butter and thought “Must remember to wash that off before we go out tonight.”

We had an invitation to join friends for “wing night” at the Hendon pub, and I was looking forward to the outing.

It wasn’t till this morning that I remembered I hadn’t remembered to wash the peanut butter off.

Wonder if anyone happened to notice and think What the hell is that! This woman clearly never scrubs behind her ears!

Broken-stemmed or hidden flowers are brought indoors. These roses, planted in memory of Mom, are in the bathroom.

For today's recipe at Stubblejumpers Café, CLICK HERE --> Everett's Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Who Calls?

My hair appointment is at 10:30, and since I like to have at least two hours in the morning before having to go anywhere, I set the bedside alarm to come on at 8. The alarm, that is, not the radio, because I will just listen to the radio and doze off again, whereas the alarm beeping will annoy me enough to sit up and turn it off.

As I set the alarm, I think to myself, “I would like to wake up on my own, shortly before the alarm goes, so I won’t be jarred out of sleep by it.”

And donchaknow, at about 10 to eight I’m awakened by a male voice calling, “Kathy!”

It is an unfamiliar voice, but real enough that I put on my housecoat and go to the door, then through it, to see if anyone is there.

All I find are the busy birds, and the old dog, Jenna, who stirs from her rest when she hears my footstep in the porch.

Rhubarb Slushies

And oh what a fine afternoon it was, out on Karen's deck.

Neither too hot, nor too cold. 

Just right.

I handed the camera to Joan's daughter Jordan, so for a change I'm in front of the camera. 

Reta, I'm wearing a pair of those sunglasses Carl sent. Karen gets the same migraine things, so she might as well see if these help any. There were two pairs in the box so I'll give her one.

Drinkin' on Decks

Morning coffee

And I'm off to spend the day with both my sisters. Joan is out, from Kelowna. No doubt more coffee will be drank! It's rare to get to be with both my little girlies at the same time. The only thing better would be if Mom was there too.

It's a perfect summer day, and Karen lives on the shore of Margo Lake.

More drinkin' on decks, comin' up.

And in Joan's honour and with thanks to her for sharing it, today's recipe at Stubblejumpers Kitchen Collection is Spinach Salad.

Hangin' Out with Shelly

Shelly, one of my Katimavik roomies, on her backyard deck

Oh sure, it looks like all we did was sit around and gab, and drink. And we did do a lot of gabbing. And some drinking, but not overly so. And while we were at Shelly's we also went for numerous walks around Ho Hum Crescent, where she is building her plantation.

Three KCathys Agree

Douglas Catsanova is adored by all.

Cathy R settles into Cathy B's guest room in the basement.

Are these slippers for me? Cathy B thinks of everything. I set my stuff in the other guest room, and leave the slippers be.

Three CKathys Agree: My arms are too short to take selfies.

Aunt Beulah

Beulah Egge Johnson

My great-aunt Beulah is in her nineties and as far as I know has never said an unkind word in her life.
Her daughter Ardyce posted this photo and description to FB:

"Mom had a good day, spent the afternoon relaxing in our backyard, then supper & to really put the icing on the cake... a ride in OJ's Ranchero."

Chez nous, woo hoo!

After lugging bags into the house and watering flowers in pots and the perennial beds, I sat down on the back step for a glass of chilled white wine.

As much as I loved spending time with my dear friends, it is a pleasure to come home and be greeted by colour, scent and beauty.

Not that my friends aren't colourful, beautiful and sweet-scented.

I dropped Emil off in town and met Scott going in as I was coming out. He was picking up parts for a haying machine and hadn't been able to reach me by cellphone when I was still in town. Naturally. I'd run into a store to buy a new comforter for Emil, and left the phone in the car. Apparently I need one built into my ear if I hope to catch all calls.

Dropped and smashed the front of my "toughest smartphone ever" on Saturday morning on the pavement of Cathy's driveway before we left Saskatoon. The battery is no good anyway and getting a replacement has been a hassle so far. Time for a new toy? Rzzzl Frrzzzl Grrrrr. I don't like expensive shit that doesn't last two years.

I have ordered takeout pizza and Greek ribs from a restaurant in town and am looking forward to Scott getting home with it.

Guess I should clean off this table:

We are on the Road Home

We are at Shelly's

Last time I was at Shelly's, it was two years ago. Two years already!

Here's an entry from a time I visited her in 2009: click here.

We are at Cathy's

Globeflower goes out of its way for GirlySue

Globeflower

This beautiful globeflower parked itself uninvited in the front centre of the large flowerbed and bloomed well ahead of its ancestor plants further back.

I like to imagine, now, that it did this especially for me because I'm leaving for five days and the other globeflowers may bloom and be finished when I return.

This is why I like to stay home in the summer. So I don't miss anything. Not a moment of it.

End of Day Exhale

Tonight the railroad crossing at the south end of Wadena was red-light-flashing and ding-ding-dinging, but nothing was happening and no train was in sight. At the north end, on my way home after picking Emil up, two or three bright orange engines were parked on the track to the left of the highway. And the lights, and the dinging, and all the drivers wondering what the heck, why.

The photo above was taken one evening last week as I headed north out of town after work.

It gets in your eyes

Smoke is coming down from the north. Or so they say. I haven't had a whiff of it yet.

Rosie & the Riveters

Listen:
CLICK HERE.

Detour through Wadena

Because of flooding and highway damage near Elfros on Highway 16, Yellowhead traffic has been detoured through Wadena for the last couple weeks.

Which means the service stations are just a-hoppin', as are the grocery store, the bakery, and most likely a good number of other businesses in town.

I picked Emil up from Camp Easter Seal down at Manitou Beach late this morning. He had a fine time -- among the things he mentioned on the drive home, he said he rode on a pontoon boat, petted the horse, went to a dance -- oh it's a long story of busyness and fun. "And now I can look forward to going to Poppa's on Saturday."

Onward and upward.

The Heart Sinks

May those who loved young Nathan O'Brien and his grandparents draw strength and comfort from somewhere.

Quick 'n' Dirty

Joanne

They stopped in on their way past, just long enough for a cup of tea / glass of wine / cherry pie / toothbrushing.

Mahhhvelous

Company

We've got company. This is Gunnar, the apple of Scott's eye, with his fiancée Melissa and their beast Payton.

They've come from Calgary for a wedding today, where Gunnar is one of the groomsmen.

There is smoke from fires in the north country, and the day so far is cool and windy. It's an outdoor wedding at Rosebud Hall, just a mile straight east of Golden Grain Farm. I hope the bear seen just north of the hall a few days ago doesn't make an appearance. Maybe the wind and smoke will keep the mosquitoes down. They are horrible this year.

Virginia Woolf's Garden

CLICK HERE to visit Virginia and Leonard Woolf's garden at Monk's House.

Saturated but oh so Green

The ditch beside our road is now a slough.

Somehow I forgot to mention that a bear was seen in our neighbours' farmyard, which is not even an eighth of a mile north of our place. I should be nervous, but for some reason am not. I guess it's because I didn't see it myself. Bears are a rare sighting around here; I've never seen one.

Also, I assume the dogs will alert me if a bear is near. I never get down the road without the two of them.

After the rains, I was advised to watch Ducky Doodle closely, as the rushing water could sweep him off his feet.

Lacking a Lumberjack

Victim of windstorm

Someone (not mentioning any names, but someone resembling a lumberjack more than I do) needs to fire up a chainsaw and get this baby squared away. It's been in the ditch alongside our yard a week or two already. How time flies, doesn't it.

There is a downed tree right along our driveway and I think it's been there since last fall, and someone (not mentioning any names, but resembling a lumberjack) just pushes the snow / mows the grass around it. Maybe there isn't much hope for the tree above, then, either.

I should hang a shiny dangly thing on it!

High Water

There is a lot of water around, I mean more than usual; the creeks are running high and, not far away, some lakes are looking like oceans.

For the first year since we moved to Golden Grain Farm, our basement has remained dry all spring. Hooray for filled-in lagoons, newly installed weeping tile, and power that hasn't gone off, which means the sump pumps, which seem to run every five minutes, keep on working. It was costly but oh so worth it.

The mosquitoes are another story. Remember that Hitchcock movie The Birds? It's like that, only with bloodthirsty stinging insects. Outside in the evening, you hear the hum. Sometimes you have to outrun them.

And because this song is hilarious and true (if your husband has cattle, you know it), and Corb Lund the Alberta songwriter is a smart witty funny man, I give you this:

July 1st - how's the weather?

This his how warmly I had to be dressed to go walking on July 1st. 

And sometimes, carrots are your neighbours.
(Do you ever hear things that seem a bit sideways while listening to radio or TV? And you are sure you didn't hear right?)

Two Serious Summer Days

And everything so green and lush

Ducks Away

Damn ducks. Always hear me comin'.

Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Eyeball Fatigue

Our windows have been wet in these relentless days of rain.

Working for a newspaper, my errors and oversights are often brought to my attention.

I try not to be embarrassed or ashamed, and take note of where to pay closer attention or take more time, but it still chagrins. It irritates. Irks. Dumbfounds, even.

There is some kind of blindness, where I look right at something and don't see it, or see something different. 

Eyeball fatigue. 

K.

The rain has stopped and there is some blue sky. A breather.

"The secret to getting your home in order is moving your arms and legs." (flylady.com)

Ha!

Paper Challenged

In a search for a piece of paperwork, I ended up with piles of printed material everywhere. It needs to be dealt with. Sigh.

From an old journal, in 2005, when Everett was 12:

On the drive to school this morning Everett said he didn't have any dreams last night. 

"I only have dreams when I sleep in your bed, Mom. Your bed must be enchanted or something."

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Mom gives Everett his first and only lesson in embroidery:

http://xoetc.antville.org/archive/2005/03/13/

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From My journal:

Everett came running and bouncing onto the bed with the biggest, most beautiful smile on his face. 

"Why so happy?" I asked. 

"I'm not!" he insisted.

I am seriously paper-challenged. And I don't want to deal with it. Time to pay a call to Flylady.com.

Haley Jo

Haley Jo is happy to make your acquaintance.

Did this sight make you laugh out loud in pure delight?
Then you and I have something in common.

Haley Jo is my one-year-old cousin once-removed. (Heather's girl.)

I sometimes babysat Heather when she was around this age. She was the smiliest baby I have ever known. And her own two babies have the same smiliestness.

Thoughts upon Thoughts

Perking along in the morning

Bedraggled after a rainy day

 While searching online for poems about rain, I came across the following quotation and forwarded it to my friend Julie.

“Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive.” ― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

Dear K,

For me the roots are like when I remind myself of the early days of being together, the obvious admiration he had for me, also my own blood tradition of families who stayed married for 50 years or more.  The roots might include our own determination and a higher power which breathes life into everything.

Another thing I learned is that I blame him before considering my own behavior which is all too common in every breakup.  If I do what I can to cooperate, it helps.

Just some thoughts.

J

Dear Julie,

For me, the roots are the day-to-day living, or what you once phrased "fundamental caring."

You might be mad, or hurt, or disgusted, or disappointed, or disheartened, or whatever, but you don't stop loving on a very basic level (the roots). So the rest of it, above or on the surface, is like the emotions - changeable like the weather, as you once also said. 

I always assume I have a causative part in what happens, though I sure as hell don't always see what it is, and have started to wonder whether it's true or not, or just one of those beliefs we accept in a blanket way not based on our own observation. 

Just some more thoughts,

K.

Ed Sheeran

Dear Joan,

I went to YouTube and listened to the first three videos that came up: Sing, Don't, and The Man.

Are there other songs that you like better? because these don't make me want to listen to more of this guy. 

Either I just found three of his poorest songs, or you and I like very different types of music!

(Not that there is anything wrong with that ... .)

xo

K.

Dear Kathy,

Of those three, I have only heard "Sing." I prefer his earlier stuff (when he just came out…) that would be "The parting Glass, A Team, Give Me Love, I See Fire - try those. There are some great videos of just him in the studio recording and those are fun to watch. 

-J.

Dear Joan,

Ah! I think I may have seen him perform on The Graham Norton Show once.

Have you ever watched that?

Best talk show EVER.

xo

K.

p.s.

ooh, this is pretty:

It moves my heart. Makes me sing.

Thanks for the heads-up, Joan!