tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64868522564042372492024-02-20T21:48:36.944-06:00Stitches of LifeScraps of This and ThatElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-11989731112288344312023-01-03T19:08:00.000-06:002023-01-03T19:08:45.337-06:00<p> As the World Keeps Turning ...</p><p><br /></p><p> Please, Sir ,</p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXKWrkgoFA3fwqlfZl1G-sVMnJqhbCZLvNi4yr4FEyREHIJ0oNPn3OfJGym6ghFymeNR3TbqE80IeM7nlUoEFzbPqFCmcMynlPJ4BrOoB5RnEhUGmie2HHtTy-rr-Dv4l9Kl7JAeY9pZ9Y_YWowlhIRBURpyVbwz---Xtm1dSITb-eLNrmtK64Hd2Z1w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXKWrkgoFA3fwqlfZl1G-sVMnJqhbCZLvNi4yr4FEyREHIJ0oNPn3OfJGym6ghFymeNR3TbqE80IeM7nlUoEFzbPqFCmcMynlPJ4BrOoB5RnEhUGmie2HHtTy-rr-Dv4l9Kl7JAeY9pZ9Y_YWowlhIRBURpyVbwz---Xtm1dSITb-eLNrmtK64Hd2Z1w" width="180" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Walking in the park</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on a quiet foggy morn</div><h1 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy New Year's day!</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRUPUbl7nTAXxzJ2fA63CShk8TWIDDYvJ9VjKxuH1HXEG51z15KkJtvrM39va8H60Rs4xmxeyKo_lcXo2jRDXlGMqQEfLaQwuMvu9tYWlE33Uj7YghiQEOjYPM4ci9SumPuZhJ9cTLcwhllahfZAFgLD38oblk2we3zfl6C2WIu9Sc_TK43lTl1E1nPg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="731" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRUPUbl7nTAXxzJ2fA63CShk8TWIDDYvJ9VjKxuH1HXEG51z15KkJtvrM39va8H60Rs4xmxeyKo_lcXo2jRDXlGMqQEfLaQwuMvu9tYWlE33Uj7YghiQEOjYPM4ci9SumPuZhJ9cTLcwhllahfZAFgLD38oblk2we3zfl6C2WIu9Sc_TK43lTl1E1nPg" width="295" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-5662239639404473112019-07-23T10:59:00.001-05:002019-07-23T11:02:16.980-05:00Wait Until I Tell You About My Day - It Was a Hoot<br />
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fledged. There may be another baby still nearby because one of the adults was
standing guard in the front yard, chirping encouragement. The feather coloring
on the fledglings was so vibrant. We had two families of birds in the front
yard this summer; the other nest was built and tended by blue jays. While those
babies were fledging, the adults pecked Jim on the head whenever he came out or
in by way of the front door. And I think there was a screech owl in the
backyard before daybreak yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I find
that unsettling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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history at this house;</span> in the southern US, there is a superstition that
the call of a screech owl foretells a coming death. <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Late in the summer of 2003, we began
hearing the call of an eastern screech owl (</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N4C4U70Ajc"><span style="color: blue;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N4C4U70Ajc</span></a>)
in the pre-dawn hours. I was up and about early Saturday morning of that Labor
Day weekend when one of my son’s cats, Marley, began yowling loudly and fell
over. I awakened my husband and we rushed him to the emergency veterinary
hospital where we were advised that he had had a heart attack and had no chance
of recovery. We had adopted him, as a kitten, from the Houston SPCA exactly
three years before, so he was still a young cat; but, apparently, it is a
common occurrence for American short hair male cats to have heart attacks
around three years of age. We had him euthanized and went home to grieve.</div>
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next morning, I again was awake in the predawn hours when I heard a loud
screeching begin at the far end of our street, traveling down the length of the street, and stopping in my front yard. That
evening as dusk fell, my husband went out into the front yard. He heard a quiet
hooting trill; looking up into the large ash tree to the right of our front door,
he saw a small screech owl which bobbed its head at him, swooped over to the tree
on the other side of the walkway and then flew away. </div>
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screech owl again until November 20<sup>th</sup>, Thanksgiving Day. A group of
family and friends were sitting on the patio drinking beer and wine, thankful
for time spent with each other, when someone happened to notice a small screech owl
sitting in hole in the siding of my garage. My son, who had been away at
college in Ohio when Marley died and his father had had his moment with the
owl, bobbed his head at that owl who bobbed his head back and gently hooted
then flew away. My son came home the following spring, spent the summer digitizing
well logs for his dad, and on the day he
left to return to Wittenberg for his senior year of college, four screech owls
were gathered in the trees outside our front door. </div>
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-8217275795348423422019-04-30T11:55:00.000-05:002019-04-30T11:57:57.606-05:00Introducing a New BloggerToday I helped my 25-year-old granddaughter who has autism set up a blog about her experiences in the kitchen, a Mouse in the Kitchen. She plans to share her experiences cooking foods from her favorite cookbook, <u>The Ultimate Harry Potter Cookbook, </u>and write reviews about local restaurants we visit.<br />
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We hope you will visit her blog site and leave encouraging comments.<br />
<a href="http://marijkeinthekitchen.blogspot.com/">marijkeinthekitchen.blogspot.com</a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-14248191793839205082017-04-03T15:32:00.001-05:002017-04-03T15:42:09.707-05:00The WaterbedSo, while exploring further in the "warehouse" that is our newly acquired property, we discovered a waterbed in one of the upstairs bedrooms. There has already been a ceiling collapse from a bathroom leak and we certainly didn't want another, so we decided to drain the mattress. Establishing a siphon turned out to be a bit harder than we expected because there was no running water in the house. Finally we ran a garden hose from a faucet on the side of our house, over the fence and through the upstairs window and backfilled the mattress then disconnected the hose from the faucet. While the mattress drained we sorted through the pile of clothes on the bedroom floor, throwing away socks, underwear and butt-torn jeans; there were 4 pairs of like-new khaki Dockers in my husband's size. Alas they are pleated and cuffed; don't even ask.<br />
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A neighbor who has done restoration work came by to see if we might like some help. After a thorough walk-through, he confirmed our thoughts that our BIGGEST job will be cleaning the house; structurally it is pretty sound. No problem -- after all, there are cartons of cleaning supplies scattered throughout the house.<br />
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Earlier this week, while talking with friends, someone
mentioned a piece of advice they had heard about living life mindfully – do
something that frightens you every day, not frightening like spooky frightening
or getting mugged frightening but instead something that requires you to make a
scary leap of faith or a commitment to a project, or a change in your
investments direction. A better way to say it might be make yourself open to
taking a risk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The absentee owner of the house next door decided it was
time to divest himself of the property that he has been using as a storage facility
for the last 5+ years. Utility services, sans water, have been maintained as
has the minimal landscaping, but the inside of the house has not been cleaned
in YEARS. The garage is full of tools and boxes, possibly raccoons, and fleas;
while scouting through the piles of boxes and power tools, we discovered the
mummified body of a yellow-striped cat. The ceiling in the dining room is
water-stained and has a massive hole as a result of a leak in an upstairs
bathroom hidden in which is a Rice
Krispies box filled with Penthouse magazines.
Bureau drawers in bedrooms are stuffed with white tube socks and underwear. Suits,
sports coats, and dress shirts hang in closets. Eyeglasses are scattered all
around. Cabinets in the laundry room, kitchen and bathrooms are filled with
cleaning supplies which is quite ironic given the degree of dirtiness in this
house. Considering this state of disarray, a portion of which the owner intended to
allay by hiring a company to come in and dispose of furnishings and junk, our neighbor decided he would sell the house for a price less than half of its current
taxable value and perhaps a third of the value of my house, right next door. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-52021452586323267122017-01-02T20:47:00.000-06:002017-01-02T20:54:29.031-06:003-D or Bust, A Day of GraceJim and I decided that we would gift each other with a 3-D printer for Christmas. The large box lay hidden on the coffee table under several draped towels until Christmas afternoon when we decided it was time to open the carton and begin playing. After lugging the large box upstairs to the office and distributing the packing material to the "granddots" for imaginative play (they created a tv upon which they broadcast Pokemon descriptions), we discovered several lose pieces and a platform which would not level. After attempting to reach a nonexistent help desk in China, Jim contacted Amazon who advised that a new printer would be arriving on January 2 along with a return shipment voucher for the non-working device.<br />
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The new printer arrived today, delivered with crumpled corners and set in a puddle of rainwater by a dedicated employee of the US Postal Service. We lugged this box up the stairs, uncrated the new printer, used the packing material to rebox the old printer, lugged that box back downstairs, out to the truck, and drove it to the nearest UPS Store and shipped it back to Amazon.<br />
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Our first print job just finished - a minature Tyrannosaurus Rex lower jaw. It is so cool! The upper jaw will be completed tomorrow and pictures will follow.<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-44208931486341511632017-01-01T22:04:00.000-06:002017-01-01T22:05:07.728-06:00January 1, 2017 - A Year of Anxieties and Hopefully Small GracesThe decorations have been taken off the tree and packed away in tissue-lined boxes. The 9-feet-tall artificial tree has been dragged to the curb, with a sign reading freebie, gently used. We have decided that we are getting too old to wrestle with assembling all the pieces, fluffing out all the branches, and stringing all the lights; our next tree will be smaller and pre-lit.<br />
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Sitting in my office as I noodle around on my computer, I am listening to the sound of fire works being launched by the people who live across the street from us. Last night the street was lined with bottle rockets and the windows rattled as gunpowder-filled canisters exploded in the dark midnight sky, but tonight it sounds like they are shooting off zippers that end their flights with little pops. We used to shoot off fireworks with our children when they were young, and then with Teaghan (Marijke has never liked firework holidays) until she grew up and went off to college. The other "granddots" live in far away states and while they were here for Christmas, they spent New Year's Eve at their own homes while we had dinner with our best friends and spent the evening lamenting the soon to be inaugurated 45th president, Donald J. Trump.<br />
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2017 promises to be an anxious year. When the President-elect takes to Twitter to wish his friends and <b>enemies</b> a Happy New Year, one has to take a moment to lift a small pleading for peace and protection.<br />
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Using tactics of fear,<br />
Vying for power<br />
Worldwide and near.<br />
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Xenophobes, xanthocroids<br />
Yammering hate.<br />
Zealots defending their ziggurats of faith.<br />
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Abandoned, abolished, aborted, abhored.<br />
Bearbaited victims and ballyhoo men<br />
Cautious and callous<br />
Defeated and damned.<br />
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Everyman matters?<br />
Foreigners don't.<br />
Gangrenous gatecrashers, gangsters, goats<br />
Harboring hatred, wearing hajibs.<br />
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Imperiled? Inappetance!<br />
Jingoism prevails.<br />
Kaleidoscopic perils threaten our land.<br />
Live in your death camps; labor in vain.<br />
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Magnanimous Americans no longer prevail -<br />
Naive namby-pambys have no place in our land.<br />
Obdurate obedience obscures common sense.<br />
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Palpitant vitriol, parochial paroxysm<br />
Quashes hope, quintuples fear.<br />
Rabelaisian rabble-rousers raging; refugees reviled.<br />
Saints or sinners? Safety or sacrifice?<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-56194702495112830572015-05-14T10:20:00.002-05:002015-05-14T11:36:00.742-05:00A Year of Gratitude, Day 123<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ariya and her dad went to the zoo. I can only guess how much she misses her daddy everyday. I know he misses her.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-29680081733076289742015-05-04T09:43:00.000-05:002015-05-04T09:43:01.555-05:00A Year of Gratitude, Day 122<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The filtration system of our backyard pond failed at some point last winter and the pond had become quite alga-filled. Jim spent the morning catching koi, transferring them to a holding pool, and draining and cleaning the pond -- discovered the shop vac worked well to remove all the leaves and muck from the bottom and sides of the pond. Yay! He then set up a new, larger pump and filter and refilled the pond with water. The fish were a little skittish in their clean home but were loving the waterfall.</div>
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I spent the morning working on a sundress for Daphne and managed to complete the bodice. The skirt of this dress will have two gathered layers. The top skirt takes 22 pieces of fabric, all requiring topstitching. I dread the gathering.</div>
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Gardening and yard work are not among my favorite activities, so I was happy to have Marijke's assistance today in planting. Luckily I had just purchased some small gardening gloves, because Marijke did not like the feel of the damp soil on her hands. We planted coleus, impatiens and torenia. With luck, most of them will live.</div>
<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-12768596992966447222015-05-04T09:21:00.002-05:002015-05-04T09:21:38.954-05:00A Year of Gratitude, Day 119<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of Marijke's transition goals is meal preparation. Today she made M&M cookies. She doesn't have good hand strength so using the cookie scoop was difficult, but she was persistent. I try to address at least one goal every afternoon. </div>
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Voted yes for the Klein ISD bond issue. Senior citizens' property tax rates are protected so there is no reason not to vote for progress.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17582568325489970932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6486852256404237249.post-17303215664991242822015-04-29T11:44:00.002-05:002015-04-29T11:44:38.023-05:00A Year of Gratitude, Day 117<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Grateful for the man that my son has become. Thankful that he knows we are there for him when life gets tough. Hopeful for happier days.</div>
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Grateful that I found this fella outdoors and not in my bed.</div>
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I have been looking for used Scrabble tile racks for several years, and Friday Ifinally found some, at the Cherry Street Antique Store in Old Town Tomball. There were eight, and I bought them all. If anyone should happen to want some antique tiles, they have those too. </div>
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I love this local family-owned restaurant just a mile or so from our house. We went there for dinner with my sister and her husband, who follows a very restrictive diet for health reasons. The cafe's menu had many items from which he was able to make acceptable food choices.</div>
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My sister and brother-in-law from California are here for a visit! We have been having such fun just chatting and eating; she has told me many things about my childhood hometown that I had never heard before. And reminded me that I had been quiet a bratty little sister. I am shocked!</div>
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There is so much theater talent in the Houston metropolitan area. The competition for Tommy Tunes Awards is intense. To be nominated in any category is an achievement. To win in any category is a high honor. Klein High's production of Les Miserables received 15 nominations, took home the prize in four. So proud of all these students and their directors.</div>
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Last night's storm system brought what will, in all probability, be the last cool weather we will experience until next October or November. I've opened all the windows in the house this morning. It is a beautiful day.</div>
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<span id="goog_1698192516"></span>Thankful that last night's hailstorm caused no damage. The last time we had significant hail, we saw softball-sized ice chunks that broke windshields and pulverized roof shingles.<br />
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