Thursday, October 19, 2017

In between emptying out more of the kitchen cabinets last evening (and deciding what to keep, what to rehome, what to toss) we watched a couple of excellent PBS programs.  The one about people reconnecting with wild animals they have rehabilitated and released into the wild was touching, and should make everyone reassess their views on the emotional capabilities of other mammals. 

What happens when people are reunited with the wild animals with which they forged a deep bond years ago? Will these gorillas, elephants, cheetahs and chimpanzees still recognize their human caregivers and how will they react? That is the premise of this program which also raises the question whether wild creatures can really experience emotions like joy, devotion, and love.

Another show, on the construction of the Forbidden City, was also fascinating; besides the fact that construction (in the early 1400s) only took 4 years, the ingenious methods they used render it virtually earthquake-proof!

Today is Alex's 25th birthday!  Now he's a whole quarter of a century "old".  (I celebrated my 25th birthday at Disneyland.)  We'll take him out for dinner tonight to celebrate.

I'm still waking up around 5:30 each morning, but at least that is a time I can live with.  On the plus side maybe I will be able to get in a little sewing before the tree crew arrives at 7:00.  My arm is sore today (probably as a result of Tuesday's workout) but that shouldn't hamper my sewing <g> too much! There's not too much on my "schedule" today so I'm hoping to get the remaining four placemats constructed.  (Alex approved of the first four when he popped over to return Tom's truck keys.) It's a plan!

I had invited him (and Kyle) to dinner last night - salmon on the grill - but they already had made plans to meet some friends.  Here's the pic Alex had me snap after the RV returned all nice and clean from the truck wash. (The inside looked a whole lot better also since they had mucked out 6 weeks of clutter!)

Nate X Frannie puppies have arrived!
We have 4 puppies, 2 boys and 2 girls (1 liver), no patches.
Birth weights were between 12.9 oz. and 15 oz.
All are doing well. Good girl, Frannie!
(Frannie still needed a clean up when this photo was taken, but she needed to rest more.)

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

At the end of Show & Tell this morning Joyce shared the frightening story of their drive home from vacation last month, when a speeding semi on I-40 hit them, sending them careening into the median.  She and her husband both are still painfully sore, but luckily otherwise seem to be okay.

After Busy Bees I needed to pick up the companion fabric for the backs of the placemats.  While I was waiting at the red light until I could turn left onto 35th, I took that opportunity to file a hangnail.  When I looked up the light had already turned green, but when I started to pull out into the intersection I realized that a speeding car racing north on 35th was in the process of running the red light.  Had I not immediately put on my brakes that car would have slammed right into my door, causing severe injury... if not worse!

When I got home the recycle can was placed in front of the garage door, so I correctly guessed that Alex had already relocated Pokey, as requested.  No doubt she won't be happy in there, but she will be safe tomorrow morning while the tree crew is working out back.

After I made a major trip to the grocery store
I spent much of the rest of the afternoon relaxing.

Frannie's puppies have started to arrive; the first little guy was born at 5:30 a.m. (Texas time) today.  Not sure who is holding him, but pretty sure that midwife is not Marilyn.  Despite several ultrasound pix, there are differing opinions on how many siblings will eventually join him.

Here is mom-to-be Frannie a few days ago, testing out her whelping box.

Yesterday morning I picked up the latest book to come in at the library (and yes, more arrived later in the afternoon so I'll be making another trip) which I'm finding well-written and am definitely enjoying.


Hazard is a poignant, unflinching memoir of the emotional intricacies of growing up with a severely disabled sibling. Margaret Combs shows how her Southern Baptist family coped with the reality of autism in an era of ignorance and shame, the 1950s through the 1970s, and shares her own tragedy and anguish of being torn between helping her brother and yearning for her own life. Like many siblings of disabled children, young Margaret drives herself to excel in order to make up for her family’s sorrow and ultimately flees her family for what she hopes is a “normal” life.
Hazard is also a story of indelible bonds between siblings: the one between Combs and her sister, and the deep and rueful one she has with her disabled brother; how he and she were buddies; and how fervently she wanted to make him whole. Initially fueled by a wish that her brother had never been born, the author eventually arrives in a deeper place of gratitude for this same brother, whom she loves and who loves her in return.

I did complete an upper body workout at the gym yesterday, but with lesser weights than usual - and, on one machine, we discovered we needed to cut back from full range of motion.  While I don't want to be a wuss, of course I DON'T want to aggravate my shoulder/arm issue!  I'm grateful that my wonderful and knowledgeable trainer Jim feels the same way, and doesn't belong to the "no pain, no gain" contingent!

I've started working on one of my holiday gifts, a set of 8 placemats.  While I am very happy with the way they are turning out, the stunning fabrics are doing most of the work for me!  Wanda came over in the afternoon (she needed to escape her house while her housekeeper was there) and heartily approved.  (She had been with me when I bought the fabrics.) 

It was fun to see all the projects she whipped up in Prescott at the retreat last week, and I might even make up one of them (at least I've now got a copy of the pattern to add to my stash!)

After a thorough search on the internet, Wanda found a picture of a quilt she wants to make in red/white (for the AQG Ruby Anniversary in March?) so I drafted a partial pattern onto graph paper for her.  Louise is going to use her computer EQ program (I'll see her at Busy Bees this morning) to whip up the entire pattern for Wanda.

Tom and I continue to muck out kitchen cabinets, and Wanda found a few items in our "rehome" pile (including a wonderful glass baking dish with handles) to go home with her.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Sheri had let me know that the quilt book I ordered had arrived, so after I made a deposit at the bank this morning I swung by TOQS to pick it up.  Judging from the number of cars parked in front I thought there was a class going on, but it happened to be GIFT: Get It Finished Today.  

Obviously the above quote was not meant for quilters, because starting new quilt projects is easy - and the reason we have so many UFOs.  It's the finishing that's hard, because we continually get side-tracked by new and exciting projects!

Then I was off to the chiropractor.  Turns out that my shoulder was out of whack, which was most likely responsible for the arm issue this past week.  He was able to do some adjustment (and I do have "homework" for this week) and I'll see him again in a week when hopefully he can bring it more fully into line.  Sure don't want it to turn into a rotator cuff issue, which is what he's trying to prevent.

This afternoon Tom and I started emptying out some of the kitchen cabinets.  Of course he's brutal, and wants to toss out a lot more than I do.

Alex got home, a day early.  The guys had a successful tour (with only a couple of hiccups) but are definitely glad to be off the road for a while.  I finally got to see the interior of the RV - very snazzy, with two (!) bathrooms... and a washing machine!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

The yard is looking really good.  Tom did a lot of weed-eating this morning, while I took care of things like sweeping/hosing porches (Pokey drags a lot of mud up onto them after irrigation), cleaning the pool, watering plants, etc.  I also brought Pokey's Palace (her igloo with the heat lamp) out of the garage where it's been stored since last winter because at some point <g> it'll cool off enough at night that she'll be looking for a cozy spot.

I knew it would be a tough session at Boot Camp this afternoon, because on Friday Jim had warned me that one of the ladies had requested a more intense workout.  So I just did what I could, and surprised myself when I made it almost to the end of the hour. 

Since I woke up so early this morning I did feel pretty worn out afterward, and this afternoon I may have drifted off on the couch - at least until the doorbell rang.  Someone up the street had found a large tortoise cruising along in the road and thought it might be Pokey.  Happily it wasn't; she was safe and sound out back.  Tom and I walked up the block anyway to check it out, and the rescued girl was sure a beauty, with a perfect shell; obviously she had been well-cared for. But unlike Pokey, she was not sporting a phone number on the back of her shell. 

I guessed that a posting on the neighborhood computer site would yield results, and sure enough her person claimed her right away. 

Marcie & I had a delightful day listening to the wonderful music at Arcosanti's open-air ampitheatre yesterday.  We got there just as the music had started (the opening act was the youthful group Jam Pak) and scored perfect seats, dead center under the wonderful shade awning.

It turns out that we could have brought Latina after all; there were a surprising number of dogs attending. We're both looking forward to doing it all over again next month in Wickenburg. Mike will likely come with us; it turns out he was bummed he missed all the fun yesterday!

Once home I caught up on the Wednesday lecture, though there's still some reading I need to do.  Andy announced good news at the beginning of that class: his recent federal case, which involved a rent dispute of many millions of dollars and was taking up a lot of his time and energy, is finally over.... and his client won!  So no surprise he was pretty happy.

I've been sleeping well lately (anytime I make it to 6:00 or later I'm happy), but it was disappointing that this morning I was awake before 4:00. 

Eventually I gave up on trying to fall back asleep, and got up and read. 
Just wish my eyes didn't feel so gritty.

Irene returned my call yesterday (I'd forgotten that she was going to be out of town for a few days at a quilting seminar) and says she'll be happy to quilt what is going to be the Foothills 2018 raffle quilt.  It looks fabulous with the top/bottom borders on (I saw it yesterday when I picked up Marcie) and the side borders, already cut out, will go on today.  My spool quilt should be ready sometime this week, so when I get that back from Irene I can turn over this next one.  "Somehow" I volunteered to be in charge of this project, so glad things are falling into place nicely.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Irrigation went well yesterday, and everything got a nice, deep drink.  

In the afternoon I caught up on Monday's 2-hour Evidence lecture, so now just have Wednesday's 1-hour class to watch.  (For some reason, they were not able to schedule two 90-minute classes, which would make more sense.... at least to me.)

While (as Andy reminds the class) some of the Rules seem counter-intuitive, I am still finding myself able to understand and apply them. Despite my lack of 'legal literacy', most of the time (!) I get the problems regarding admissibility correct. Of course the true test <g> will be on the exam at the end of the semester!

Late yesterday afternoon I felt a "click" in my arm, which released "something", and immediately most of the pain went away!  NO idea what was stuck, but whatever it was obviously putting strain on my muscles - and now it's not!

After dinner Tom and I went out to watch the ISS pass overhead. 

I'm always amazed at how bright it is.  Mom, remember when we watched it together - and you were the first one to spot it?

Watched Thursday night's recorded Jeopardy, when Austin was dethroned by Scarlett, a stay-at-home mom.  (It was not a surprise, since the 'news' had been on the internet.)  I really admire how gracious he was about it.  He was genuinely proud of her, saying, “Oh, I didn’t lose - Scarlett beat me!” 

No good deed goes unpunished.  Last night I was collecting Tom's laundry, and in the hallway outside the bedroom I stepped on a sliver of obsidian he had tracked in from his shop.  It took a long time to remove it; I got some of it out, he got a bit more, and I finally was able to remove the last of it.  Here's hoping last night's "adventure" drives home just one of several reasons for my repeated requests to remove his shoes when he comes inside.

Soon off to enjoy a day of music.