28 03, 2010

I FEEL BAD ABOUT BADLY…IT ACTUALLY PISSES ME OFFLY

I'm a grammar freak. Every time I hear, "I feel badly" the hair stands up on my neck. Seriously. That's all it takes. Am I tightly wrapped in this respect? Yes. I don't feel bad about it at all. When I was a day to day mother, I felt compelled to correct every grammar crime that crossed my path. Help me, I corrected rogue apostrophes on signs. Judd's grammar is pretty darn good, in spite of my annoying mania. My feeble attempts pale compared to those of Joy Behar. Her teaching moment was pure instinct. Once a teacher, always a [...]

28 03, 2010

THIN MINTS…THERE ARE WORSE ADDICTIONS

I don’t care the Girl Scouts in front of  Reasor’s Grocery weren’t friendly. They set up a card table. They had what I was jonesing for. The commerce of addiction is strictly need/supply. The dealer isn’t there to be charming. Hand over the Washingtons, get the box. Boxes. Always the same for me: Thin Mints. Two rolls of cookies per box. I had one box ripped open, one tube unwrapped before I got out of the parking lot. One tube devoured before I got back to the Holler. I pack them around in my hoodie pouch. Lint? Piffle. You [...]

19 03, 2010

RUSSELL STUDEBAKER – CHICK MAGNET

Russell Studebaker and Miss Fluffy his alpha Silkie hen. Miss F is wearing Sammy Wholon and her nails are painted to match.Stu takes his ease with Arthur Mohr. Note his red nails (Stu's).Blink: original gourd wall art by Jan Meng. Chicken of many colors. Original gourd wall art by Jan Meng.A 2-piece gourd by Jan Meng.Chicks of all species love Russell. The Poultry Pasha was keeping an urban flock before it became a gentrified practice. He is paid cash money for crowing to audiences about the joy of chicken husbandry, and it ain't chicken feed. He loves his [...]

17 03, 2010

HARSHING MELLOW YELLOW

When seasons collide: the punkin is a husk and dry as a pharaoh.Gourds make fabulous vases. Fill them with water and insert flowers. Email me for details: [email protected] flames me: Get to it! If you're a gardener, early spring yellow means: WORKThe Holler is awash in yellow. Bossy daffodil blooms hound me to hustle and grab a rake. I've got a shovel on my shoulder. I've got one hand on the pruners in my pocket, and the other one is giving a peace sign.When we first moved to the Holler, there wasn't a daffy along this fenceline. There [...]

14 03, 2010

WHAT MAKES ME SWOON…BESIDES SPARKLY STUFF AND GOOD MEXICAN FOOD AND GOURDS AND BOTTLE CAPS AND CONCRETE

STRIKE! TOP SOILSAND PILE FOR FUN AND PROFIT (WHICH I$ ALSO FUN) I had to stop myself from including more stuff that makes me swoon. Seeing it set down on paper (metaphorically) in black and white (ditto), it would appear I’m easily and regularly swoonified. Compost. Good rich compost makes a gardener giddy. I mulch up leaves each fall and put them in the beds. I used to go over to Ma Haggard’s adjacent pasture and pick up cow pies for the beds. That’s not as much fun as it sounds. This year I decided to buy a [...]

9 03, 2010

THEY’RE GONE

Neutering is such a rush. Jamie is the vet assistant. Her favorite part is prepping. You don't shave The Area, you pull the fur from The Area. It's rather like the mesmerizing thing that happens when you pinch bubble wrap, only there's a unconscious male involved, so it's better than bubble wrap.Punkin seems to hold no grudge. He was waiting for breakfast. Permitted petting. As the days and weeks go by, food will become the center of his universe instead of pussy cats. Happens to us all eventually.

6 03, 2010

ANOTHER MALE NEUTERED

Punkin has pretty yellow eyesGoofy is from the Humane Society. They made him a wonderful catMamaCat, still freaky and semi wildAnother male neutered. That's a good thing. But WHY does it have to be on my watch/dime? We have enough critters to take care of: a parrot (Abby aka Toots); Molly (the world's fussiest former starveling); the cat duo: MamaCat, Goofy. Then there are the wild things. Peripherally-cared for critters are why we call it Hungry Holler. Every creature who enters our wrinkle in the Universe is hungry. We feed the birds. This isn't totally or even primarily [...]

6 03, 2010

CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE POSSUM KIND

Could not figger what MamaCat was doing under the pecan tree in front of my shop. Her body language was a little off, which is saying something because everything about the little formerly feral cat is off. I walked toward her. She turned and hissed and being very astute, I realized it was a possum. Out in the daylight. Molly took umbrage but not so much that she'd have to go paw a paw with it. We spent a few moments deep in possum/dog drama and then it was over, much to everyone's relief. Who has the energy [...]

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