Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
As we walked to the Alameda, the floats lined up on the caraterra heading into town.
adios, linda lou
Friday, November 19, 2010
Then we moved. My sister did not get to make the dress, do the dance or get the bracelet. I lost the bracelet.
So, I have it on now and am getting ready to walk down to Las Palmeras for the big music fest tonight. Last night's practice was wonderful and some new songs were added. It will be great fun.
Wish you could be here!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
These things are driving me crazy. I hate interfering with Mother Nature, but they make life difficult.
So, I am unafraid to continue to try and destroy them before they destroy our Fuego trees and our Yellow Bell trees and anything else they decide to take home to add to their fungus.
They are mesmerizing, and of course, very, very smart, so this will surely be a long battle. As I have said before, their huge colony is probably under all of Alamos.
It's obvious they are not pleased. But I think it is a matter of hours, maybe minutes before they find a different route.
As I came back around the corner of the casa I saw that the hummingbird feeders are just covered with bees. Then I went in the kitchen tool room and noticed there were a few bees in there. When night comes I will take down the feeders. And with a flashlight I will look for sleeping bees.
This happened last year and by the end of the day, the bees seemed to get drugged on the sugar water and bunch up in a ball right below the feeders, on the cool ground. They can't stay here, this is not a hotel, so when it is dark and they ball up, I will spray them. It is really not like I can pick them up and throw them over the fence.
The woodpeckers and the butterflies have been enjoying the feeders until the bees arrived today. So they will have to find some other nectar.
The hummingbirds are after the red flowers now and the bees do not seem interested in those, nor do the ants, thank goodness.
Other than these small nuisances, it is a beautiful day here, brilliant blue and cloudless sky, good breeze blowing the wind chimes around.
The days are quite short, with the dark settling in around five-thirty and by then tonight, I will be rehearsing some good music with five very talented people for what promises to be an excellent music fest Friday evening at a local restaurant.
Until I was invited to join in with this amazing group of musicians and asked to sing with them, I had not performed in public in over thirty years. So, this is very exciting, it is a renewal of something long passed, something I used to do and loved so much. I am pretty happy to be part of it all.
Senor will be finishing up an afternoon of bridge and will meet me and listen to the practice.
Then we will come home in the dark and I will be ready for a Battle With the Creatures.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Senor called through the window to tell me was leaving for bridge.
I came out of the laundry room where I had been setting the kiln up for a fire.
The screen doors to the kitchen tool room and the bedroom were locked.
And I was not happy one bit.
When Senor leaves the house for bridge he is on a bridge mission and he doesn't always even tell me goodbye. He is already totally focused on his next hand which he does not even have yet.
He always locks me in from the outside of the gate, so it always looks like whoever is home is not really home at all.
I looked through the bedroom screen door. My keys were there, laying on the desk and my book, which I had planned to finish while he was gone, was there on the bed, next to the cat who was looking at me suspiciously because his food bowl was empty.
I called him a lot of bad names.
Then, in my pocket, I found the loose gate key that has been missing for three days, along with my drivers license and my coin purse. After turning myself into a pretzel, dropping the loose gate key twice, retrieving it with a stick, I finally got the outside lock free. Then I went to the bridge house on new old bike.
I stood and yelled for him and rang the bell cord. Finally he showed up.
Goodness.............he said......the wind must have blown the doors shut.
I know good and well he was not thinking about me because I had been cutting glass all morning in the laundry room. Even though he called goodbye, I think out of habit he locked both doors. Don't misunderstand, it is a good habit, but only if he makes sure I have my keys in my pocket.
While working in the laundry room, anyone could still walk right into the kitchen tool room and I would never know it.
He will hear about this when he returns from bridge. And he will probably say,once he acknowledges he probably did lock the doors out of habit..............i thought for sure you had your keys with you.Now this is really what I had planned to tell you about today. They are starting the columns that will hold the head beams that will carry the next new ceiling. This is pretty exciting because Senor sees this as 'Phase Two'. And even though we have not really finished 'Phase One", it is nice to be saying to people......oh and we are working on 'Phase Two' of the casa now. It sounds good, doesn't it?
A column will be visible to the left of where Umberto is working. There will be a column where Senor is holding the rebar, but we won't see it.
Last night I slept under three blankets, still cold from yesterday's events, but still thinking about them and so thankful my friends had asked me to join them.
The book I am finishing is Touch the Top of the World, written by Eric Weihenmayer. After losing his sight at thirteen, he challenged himself to climb the Seven Summits, the highest peak on each of the seven continents.
realizing he can't do what he does without support. And he speaks so highly of his climbing partners.