Kitty Blu

I thought I'd share a picture of Kitty Blu ...

This pretty kitty has been with us for eight days.

Early last Saturday, the power went out

in our neighborhood.

I was supposed to be cooking for a church dinner

that night, so I'll admit I was a little

... nervous ... 

when the lights flickered off and the

ceiling fans grew silent.

Doc came in from the garage and said,

Let's go get some breakfast!

So we drove to a place we've never tried before

and heard this pathetic yelping coming

from the ditch of tall grass.

Upon closer inspection,

a tiny white kitten, starving and mangled,

was making the racket.

Well, against my better judgement,

we left her there.

Thirty people came and went while

we ate breakfast ... and that kitty was the

topic of conversation at our table.

I told Doc, 

if she's still there after we've eaten,

then she needs us.

If she's gone, then that's okay.

heh heh

Yep!  She was there, and she came right

up to me.  She sniffed at the

bacon we offered her,

but she wanted to be held.

Then she wanted to eat a little,

and be held again.

She was just so ... needy!!

My momma-instincts took over, I suppose.

Once we were home again,

the power was on, but Kitty needed a bath.

She actually purred like a little

motorboat while we bathed her and 

removed three ticks and oh, say,

three thousand fleas.

Her tail was ... broken.

Not bobbed, because the end piece

was actually still attached.

Not sure for how long ... time will tell.

This is Kitty Blu.

We LOVE her!

 

Oh, and I was able to get all my

dishes prepared for the

church dinner that night.  Yummy

homemade macaroni & cheese

and a strawberry pretzel salad for dessert.

peace out

Around the Bend ... ... ...

... as you break through the tree canopy:

and may I just say, WOO HOO!!!

So, we've built a barn in the middle of nowhere,

to store Doc's collection of vehicles

and tools and stuff, and

to house my Neatly Organized Art Studio.

Which will always be Neatly Organized.

I'm convinced if I keep saying that over and over

and capitalize the letters, it will

magically come true.

We all need a dream, right??

This is the build-out inside the barn ... prior to roofing.

And this is the build-out inside the barn,

after roofing and insulation installation.

And there is a funny story behind this rubber snake.

Yes, it's a rubber snake -

permanently stapled onto the window frame

of my laundry room.

Apparently, one of my kids, who shall remain

nameless, mostly because I can't be certain

exactly which one of my kids did this,

took a rubber snake out to the barn one evening.

And positioned it onto the second story

with just its head hanging over the edge.

You can imagine what the first guy

on the scene the next morning thought.

Well, at least "I" can imagine what the first guy

on the scene the next morning thought,

because I thought it the next evening when

the-one-who-shall-remain-nameless

positioned it on the top step and then led

me over to the stairwell.

Jimminy Yee Haw!!!

Is what I yelled, clutching my chest

to hold my heart inside of it.

Or something like that.

Needless to say, after a few days

of mutual snake-positioning by both the

day time workers and he-who-shall-remain nameless,

we showed up one evening to find the

rubber snake ruthlessly and permanently stapled

to the window of my laundry room.

Moving on to more exciting pics,

THIS is soon to be my Neatly Organized Art Studio!!!

After insulation installation, and prior to sheet rock.

I. Am. So. Happy.  (sniff)

... Peace Out ...

New Beginnings

New Beginnings

My mid-year New-Year's Resolution(s):

* Post More Frequently

* Be Creative More Often

* Organize, Organize, Organize!!!

and, most importantly,

* STAY ORGANIZED *

I tend to go through what I like to call

Organizing Blitzes -

where I thoroughly organize a particular

area, such as my pantry or a

closet: then I almost immediately

spoil it by stacking more crap

in it until it's an unrecognizable mess.

I use the three rules of organization

STORE * DONATE * TRASH

Actually, I don't even know the three

rules of organization, I just made that up.

I either want to store (read: organize)

the crap, donate the crap to someone who

can use it, or trash the crap.

Right now I'm mentally organizing my

new studio.  Basically,

since I have significant random memory loss

and have absolutely no clue what I 

have in my two studios at any moment in time,

I'm just vowing to myself to

really, truly, and absolutely,

ORGANIZE my crap when I get it in there,

DONATE the crap that no longer inspires me,

and THROW AWAY the crap that is,

well, just ... CRAP.

The road in this pic leads to ...

My New Beginning.

My New (and final) Studio.

My Creative Cocoon.

My Paradise.

My Happy Place.

My Reason for Living.

(just kidding about that one)

Here it is:

That was THEN.

And, this is NOW:

Same road, different month.

It's almost time!!