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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.)

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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.

 

Broken keyboard musings from the laundromat

I had an amazing chat with laundry lady this morning, but since I spilled an entire cup of juice on my keyboard last night, it won’t be shared.  When I type it comes out completely weird with extra letters and touch typing the screen is a pain in the arse, so … You get photos.  Just know, I woke up waaaay late, tossed a Thor shirt on, brushed my teeth and then my hair and gathered it into a pony tail and left quickly!  Found out laundry lady walks to work.  She’d also already reset wi-fi for me and made coffee.  Bless her heart.  Now for the pics.

Here’s Draper: AKA ‘Le Drape’image

 

And Butters and Le Drape:

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And, something that cracked me up because it’s been SO hot this last week:

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Of course, we only had that one snow fall on New Year’s Eve, but, still made me smile.  Reminded me to quit complaining. Lol.  Happy Sunday everyone.

Le Drape & Butters

I’ve had neither the discipline nor the inspiration to write of late.  Not even a sea of new faces at the Laundromat last Sunday could tempt me.

Needless to say, there have been a LOT of life/routine changes.

New dynamics in the house: Two new roomies.

Getting used to living with someone you didn’t give birth to is weird!

Although, living with someone you DID give birth to has its moments too …

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Adjusting has been surprisingly easy actually.  It certainly helps being über comfortable with that person to begin with.

Helps that they spoon and tell you ‘I love you’ first thing in the morning even before you brush your teeth.

AND … Butters is enjoying her new friend the cat. That alone, was a HUGE relief for me!!

It was the only variable I was terrified could go horribly wrong!

I was certain, worrier that I am, that I would be getting a phone call advising that either:  A) Butters eyeball was now located on cat’s claw. Or, B) Butters had just ended all 9 of the cats’ lives.

But those things did not happen.  It’s a freaking miracle as far as I’m concerned.  Okay, maybe not, probably the prep work, patience and work we put into their introductions had a lot to do with that one – and the fact that both fur kids are inherently sweet-natured.

Cat has a name. Draper. Poor Draper – reducing him to ‘The Cat.’

Le Drape.

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He’s so mellow – except when he gets a little bonkers in the morning … then there is that whole run at top speed from one room to the next feline ‘thing’ that happens.

He’s also learned to sit on the rug in front of the fridge alongside Butters when I am making my lunch sandwich in the morning.

Clever. Clever boy.

So they each got a bit of cheese and lunch meat, because they were being freaking adorable – which, started a bad habit.

I own it!  My fault!  Totally my fault.  But they were working together and getting along so WELL during begging!

So anyway, here they are staring at ‘dad’ wanting some of HIS food.  You’re welcome honey.

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They are the alpha’s in the house, no doubt. They have us VERY well-trained.

I even managed to have one of those moments I only read about on the internet. My fiancée explaining that he came to bed only to find me, snoozing diagonally across the king sized bed – Draper curled in between my legs and Butters smashed up against my side – leaving him with the conundrum of ‘where the hell am I sleeping??’

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SO now you’re caught up, turns out I will not be the cat lady – just a one cat gal – and a happy ever after after all.

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Musings from the Laundromat: Cats & Dogs and Naming Glaucoma man Edition

Me: Glaucoma man is here.

Jim: What’s his name?

Me: Glaucoma man … I don’t know.  I don’t name them, then I won’t feel so bad if I lose one.

Immediately upon introducing the two, Jim got his name.

Dammit!

So, now you do too.

Glaucoma man is Roger.

And he’s sporting some serious shorts today.

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All this time, we shared our lives, but never our names.  He still doesn’t know mine.  Oh!  I ran into him at the grocery store last week!  It was bizarre.

I was getting groceries the morning I was to pick up Jim at the airport, and I heard a familiar voice in the cereal aisle.

It’s like seeing a teacher out of school … or a co-worker in an unexpected place.

He showed me his new haircut and asked why I wasn’t at work.  When we parted, he said “Don’t work too hard.”

I found that odd.  Well, the whole interaction outside of the laundromat was odd.

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It’s been a great weekend.  I would say it’s been weird adjusting to having a roommate, but it hasn’t been.  At all.

What we ARE still adjusting to, is the integration of my dog and his cat.  It’s going well.  But Butters (as Jim so appropriately described her) is like a bowling ball with legs.

Her eagerness might end up causing Draper an injury.  So we’re very watchful when they’re together.

And yes, they’ve reached the point, after a few nights of pining and sniffing and exploring – of being in the same room.

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We followed the SPCA’s advise and rewarded Butters for calm behavior walking past the baby gate divide.  Draper was on one side, leashed and Butters leashed on the other.  Each with their person.

We were determined not to rush it.

Needed it to be a positive experience for each of them.

We still have a lot of work to do … but making great progress.

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So many new people here today – people I’ve never seen before.  Glaucoma man is leaving, I feel a little out of place now.

Then I glance over at my honey’s seat and he’s been drawing as I have been writing …

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And now I don’t feel out of place anymore.

Everything is as it was meant to be.

Roger that.