Category Archives: Butters the dog

Birdhouse

I have a sparrow annoyed with me.

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Its previous nest is blocked (literally, with … blocks) and alights on the wind chime directly in front of me and chirps and chirps.

I pretend I understand. I pretend it understands me and I say things like, “Yes, I know!”  “Yes, I’m sorry.”  “I will build you a home, but it can’t be there.”

Well, today was the day.

Butters had me up twice in the night – she’s not getting any younger and it worries me when she’s out of sorts.

I got completely up at 5.  (Meaning, I had the wherewithal to use all of my faculties at the same time.)

The land around was enticing.

Tangent: I was sharing with a friend yesterday that, while I was glad it was Friday, it was suddenly again Friday.  Life is just ticking away!  Every single day, should count.  So, that in mind, make the moments count right?

Sunrise hike was in order!

A grainy picture of the first of many.

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A less grainy picture of the same spot with more light.

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Somehow ‘grainier’ photo of the same place in more light.

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Sun coming up.

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And, brighter.

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Butters

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And some pretentious ‘artistic’ shots.

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Mysterious alien circle or … maybe a tire was there for a while.

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On the way back.

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Butters was exhausted (and, shaking which was scary).

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Then came part two.  Gardening.

Gardening is so relaxing and rewarding – is a sentence I will NEVER say.  LOL!

My mother, my Grandmother, my Son are all excellent gardeners.  They have thumbs greener than envy.

I reluctantly do it and have little to no expectations of survival.

I could probably, literally, waltz by a plant and have an adverse effect on it.

However, as Jeff Goldblum will attest to, “Life, um, finds a way.”

New ‘cones’ on the Pine trees.

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Strawberry basket still blooming.

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My onions, (that I planted entirely too close to each other) survived the snow!

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Freshly transplanted Malabar Spinach.  God be with you – because, you can’t count on me.

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My potatoes are thriving on top.  God only knows what’s going on where they are supposed to be growing.

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Alright, so, now to the bird box.  And, as this picture shows, apparently I have no problems growing weeds/grass.  But, this was what I collected from the barn to create my promise.

 

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Had some problems but, managed somehow.

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Open for business.

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I was trying to be funny on my page – and how the f&$* did Facebook turn it into an ad???  Anyway, I guess if you can fit in there, I can let you rent it.

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Thing is – the bush to the left of it used to be peppered with birds.  Now, they’re wary.  Only had a couple show up at the open house.  And one assumed that the beverages were included.

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I may have scared them off rather than made amends.

Makes sense.

Life.

It finds a way – and – finds a way out.

 

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Navigating blocks & Desert Gardening

Okay! Well, this is a turn. WordPress went and changed on me. Has it really been that long since I posted? I am faced with a screen (literally) telling me they welcome me to the ‘wonderful world of blocks!’ WTF? Alright, I’ll bite. We’ll try this. (I didn’t read the directions – and evidently, ‘see next tip’ might be part of a direction. I have not clicked on it.) I’ll pout for about a minute, then click it.

Evidently the tip was ‘Add title’. Wasn’t it just easier before when I had that at the top?

This whole blog is going a different direction. LOL!

Want to share my past week with y’all, as we never say in rural desert land.

Damn. There are more plus signs on this version than any of my school tests. I’m giggling. This thing is writing itself.

Okay, pressed enter and we seem safe enough to begin what I intended to write.

Oh, no. ‘start writing or type/to choose a block.

What is a block?????

Shall I try it?

Okay, so, a ‘block’ is either another paragraph, media or … a bunch of other stuff.

I truly had this down, didn’t need remedial directions. But, thanks I guess?

Let’s being shall we?

Me this morning – #nofilter (lol) Seriously though – just really good light and black and white.

That, my friends, was a block. I’m literally laughing out loud now. Sorry, I can’t get over this. When did this happen??????????????????????? Why was it needed?

I wanted to chat about my rural adventures. And, I shall.

So, last weekend, my brother-in-law was in town visiting.

Here’s us. Me, “look guys! It’s our last name!” Them: We shall look off into the distance and be majestic.

Truth be told, my long underwear was pink and I looked like a hermit crab without a shell. Have you ever seen that?? I have. My son used to have some and anytime they shed their shell, they wouldn’t make it into the plethora of ‘new choices’ and end up all crabby and shriveled and pinkish – kinda like a toe that had been in the bath too long and, yeah. Then, they died. I survived obviously, but did change this pic to black and white. Because, ew, shriveled hermit crab legs.

Let’s get back to rural living eh?

My guy went shopping and brought home some new plants.

Butters checked them out, approved and moved along.

Then came the day I lost any kind of ‘girly’ I had remaining on my hands. We gardened.

Wait! FIRST! I had cleaned the kitchen and cleaned. Let’s talk about this ‘life hack’. Fabric softener sheets on grease.

I took the oven top completely apart. Then soaked the um, thingies, in the sheets.

Worked fine for the ones that had seen less combat. But, after pouring boiling water on the other ones, still had remnants, so, I’m giving that experiment a 5 out of 10. Oh, and about the boiling, yes, I had to be creative because, after all, my stove was in fact ‘apart’.

But! Here’s a very clean oven and some quiches I made.

Plus, a Mexican lasagna.

So, I was Ms. Clean and cook. THEN the plants needed attention.

I know how to plant a tree. And, easy peel navel orange tree needed introducing into our world.

I wanted to do it – after successful trees at my other home, but, my guy is a go-getter and my non-girly hands had already suffered many blows. Go ahead.

Watering time.

Prior to all of this – you’re probably not going to be able to sleep wondering how my phalanges lost their decorative claws. So, here are the planters that were meticulously made by (not me.)

I added the flowers. I’m nothing if not a team player. (insert squinting laughing emoji here).

We also (he) planted more potatoes.

And we added to our seedlings.

I’d like to share now, after (unsuccessfully searc;hing for the spell check feature) that you can flip back and forth from ‘Block’ to ‘Document’. So – there’s a thing I learned.

In between writing this thrilling post, I bathed Butters. Which, brings me to my next set of pics.

I am trying to get her out and about more. Because I hadn’t already done enough yesterday, I decided to hike with her into what we call ‘the square’.

She did very good at ‘wait’. (Mostly when she was navigating areas like a freaking mountain goat, and I was trying not to lose my balance/teeth/in tact bones.)

Okay! Let’s go!

Very deep hoof imprints! Must have been muddy when that happened.

Always something captures my attention – this was hard to take with Butters excited about moving on.

A moment of “Wait!”. (This was before I fell on my arse because she was mountain goating.)

Another pretty spot – still don’t know how I managed this shot either. I think she was being very good at “Wait!”

Waiting.

It was only after getting home and reviewing pictures that I found this amusing and was a tad confused. I think it’s a feather? But, by happenstance, looks like – well, um, anything you can conjure up lol!

She handled it regardless.

I let her lead the way – and she was sure to mark plenty of territory. Hopefully won’t be long before she can be off leash, at least there. But, with coyotes, steer, burros and snakes – not sure I want her to have that much freedom.

She’s definitely living her ‘best life’ out here though.

Not living on a ‘block’ anymore.

(See how I tied that in? Brilliant.)

The Grand Solar Minimum … in Arizona – and Clem.

Oh Clem. I’m still mourning him.

I originally created him with only a little mouth and two little rock eyes.

My husband insisted he at least have arms.

Here he was at his best – happy!   I mean, after all, it was his birthday!  (Snowday?)

I woke this morning with trepidation, was Clem still around???

He was, but, the weight of the snow had laden his arms, and he looked a lot less happy.

Clem had seen some shit.

I arrive home tonight and … Rest in Pieces dear Clem.

All joking aside (and, I’m really not joking about the loss of my inanimate snowman, you know me by now) is that this snowfall was bonkers.

It all started on Wednesday when snow (Blizzard) was expected.

You all know also by now that I have a fear of my drive and beating the storm was top priority for me and arriving home beforehand.

I received messages from my (should have been a meteorologist) husband, predicting (once again true) the weather.

I left work early.

Woke the next day in the dark, and peered out the window – and … WOW!  Yes!  A snow day!

Texted my bosses, who already had a heads-up.  Nope, to the nopety nope, I would not be navigating ‘the pass’.

My first photos sucked.  But, then daylight arrived and I went for a little walk.  I realize I sound like Darth Vader (it was SO very cold), but also please listen for the crunching of snow, because, that’s what I had forgotten the sound of!!!!  Fresh snow, fresh footprints – complete and utter white out!!!

I felt like a kid!

A SNOW DAY!

Butters enjoyed it too – she was frisky. (This, the dog who would not go outside in the rain a couple years ago to pee.  (Thank Gawd that’s changed.)

So it was on!  Bring it!

Hubby was home, fire was stoked and Butters happy.

Here’s some more pics of the rare day.

 

OH! SO glad I planted when I did. (Insert sarcasm here)  But, it was a beautiful day.

I say that, but honestly, after a walk and many photos – it was just very white, wet and repetitive and I couldn’t stop thinking about how behind I was at work.

I went in early today – and navigated ice and ‘previous tire tracks’ (which is a thing) and totally appreciated the beauty of our area.  The mountains were majestic – and I would love to show you them, but, I kept two hands on the wheel!

When it’s in the 120’s I’ll look back on this post and appreciate how cold my fingers were whilst scraping my car’s windshield.  I’ll appreciate putting a jacket on – and I’ll look back on this beauty in awe!

Musings from … Home. Peopling, policing and pushing myself edition.

I peopled yesterday.

Twice.

Let’s rewind.

Tuesday night, my heart decided to go into overdrive – not anxiety, but my ticker issues.  I reached out to one of my bosses who talked me through it.

I was terrified.  Especially when I began experiencing disassociation  and couldn’t form sentences correctly.  THEN began the anxiety attack.

Double whammy.

Wednesday morning, I couldn’t walk Butters.

(Who, by the way, is enjoying a cuddle day today – she’s been slowing up of late and walking stiffly.)

ANYWAY.

I was exhausted from the previous night.  Shaky, and experiencing the ‘anxiety/heart cough’.  Those who have anxiety know this.  It’s an involuntary action that seems to try to regulate the heart beat.

Called another boss and explained I needed time to get into work as I didn’t trust myself to get in the shower.  Dizzy, and felt like a new born lamb – wobbly on my feet.

Bottom line, ended up not going into work at all.  Rested a lot and recovered.

I get so frustrated with the anxiety.  I also get frustrated with the few people in my life who seem to think I choose to have these debilitating ‘spells’.

I do not choose this.

My heart is a horse of another color – and is pretty much managed with the digoxin.

Thing is though, because I do NOT choose the anxiety, I decided to put myself out there.  Out … There.  Eek.

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O.K.  So, onto the good stuff.

Yesterday I had plans with one of my dearest friends.  We were going to have breakfast.

Simple enough no?  Driving is hard for me – when I go outside of my comfort route.

I did it though.

Had a lovely time and rented a delicious meal. Lol.

(I got the veggie skillet – but it was still greasy, so, you get the reference, I won’t go more into that.)

At one point, my friend said this:

Her: I’m a terrible friend.  I don’t call, I don’t visit.

Me: No you’re not!  I know you love me, and I don’t call or visit either!

And truly, that saying – about friends who pick up right where they leave off is so true.  I don’t question her love for me – and I hope she doesn’t question mine.

Actually, she can’t lol!  She still works at the bank where we met so many years ago and every time I leave, in front of the entire room I say, “Bye for now, I love you.”

And she says it back.

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Part two of the day.

Movie with another amazing friend.

When I met this guy – I felt an immediate pull.  His aura is so genuine and lovely.  He has many hidden talents and his authenticity is worn on his sleeve.  I knew I adored him after just a few chats.  Felt maternal and very happy to have found such an amazing soul.

We had plans to see Beauty and the Beast.

This is where things get funny.

I met him in the lobby of the theater.

(Another thing I love about him, he’s an ‘on time’ or ‘early’ person, like me.)

We get tickets and drinks and eagerly head to the theater room.

As soon as we enter and turn the corner to see the seats, I notice the back row pretty much filled (ok, maybe 8) with teens.

One says, “Hey, can you get me a drink?”

I didn’t think much of it, my eyes were still adjusting to the light and I figured he was talking to someone else.

Nope.

He was not.

I ignored this and we chose a seat behind a mom and her two little ones.

Then when two more teens came in and sat further up, the ‘gangstas’ threw a flip flop down at the newcomers.

“Why you sitting down there?”

Now I’m alert.

My friend and I decided to take bathroom breaks one at a time before the movie.  He went first.

Well.

While he was gone – things escalated a tad.

Now, I may be anxious, but I also have my moments of courage.

The back row was in full swing and when I heard one of them loudly toss the word ‘fuck’ around I whipped my head in their direction.

Me: HEY! There are little kids here!

Him: My bad – did you get me my chili cheese fries?

(Teen giggles from the peanut gallery)

Oh NO he didn’t.  What the actual hell?

Me: You want me to stay here or am I going to have to get up?

Silence.

My friend returned shortly after and mentioned he’d advised the lobby that there were some degenerates needing discipline.  After I emptied my hamster bladder, I did the same.

When I sat back down, the irony of the entire situation occurred to me.

These wanna be thugs were thugging at Beauty and the Beast!

Movie was amazing, I cried the minute the iconic ballroom scene began.  I remember thinking, “good thing Emma Watson has had so much experience acting with things that aren’t actually there.”

Then I had another thought, “what if wannabe thug has an older brother with a gun?”

But I did the right thing.

After all, this little Princess was there too. (Face blurred on purpose)

My friend and I left the movie and promised to see more together and after a hug said “Bye for now.”

Peopling worked out.

And today, with not even half a load of laundry, I stayed home loving on my pup, leaving only to grocery shop and pick up medicine.  And on the way home … Teared up a little at such a lovely weekend.

Musings from the Laundromat: Early Bird & Bush Maze Butters edition

I slept most of yesterday away – I feel guilty about that – like I’d wasted precious life time, then try to convince myself it’s a decadence I deserve occasionally.

As a result, after also going to bed early, I woke quite frequently in the night.  But every time I did, I had that lovely sensation of ‘tomorrow is Sunday – go back to sleep’.

I haven’t been feeling well lately – for about a week I’ve been tired and have a strange goosebump thing going on.  It only occurs on my left thigh.  My vision has been blurry, my stomach upset and I’ve just been so tired!

I tried not to google – reached out to some friends and then yesterday, after the goosebump phenomena became more frequent, I flipping googled.

So now, I know, it could be anything from a B12 deficiency to a life threatening thing I can’t even pronounce.

I digress.  So I slept a lot yesterday.

I awoke promptly at 6 a.m.  Put the coffee on and grabbed Butter’s leash.

We ventured out into the yard and after stopping a few times to nibble on grass (her, not me) we headed to her spots.

“Hey!  Let’s try to remember you have me on the other end of the leash.”  This, after she tried to take me on an adventure.

It’s a gauntlet out there!  She has mazes and pathways that I can’t join her in exploring.  I end up quoting Star Wars’ Padme often, “You’re going down a path I cannot follow!”

There was the one time I tried and ended up in a Superman flight pose hung from a palm tree.  No joke.  It was like a scene out of Hellraiser.

Barbs dug into my skin suspending me while I tried to maintain hold of her leash.  (She had just been spayed and I didn’t want her exerting herself.)  Oh how I wish I had a picture of that for you – because looking back, it was VERY comical.  Although, at the time, with blood exiting multiple puncture wounds, not so much.

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Here’s one picture of her entering her maze.  Look carefully, you can see her bum and tail.

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And here she is on the other side.

The great thing about this morning was the fact that it’s overcast and we have rain in our imminent future.

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As I drove to the laundromat, sparse sprinkles hit my windshield.  Perfect weather for a Sunday.

And, perfect movie weather.  I’ll get my chores done in record time and  watch ‘Room’ which was finally available in the Redbox.  And I will rest some more.

Because I’ve decided it’s not a waste of a day if you’re taking care of yourself.