In my mind, I'm going on five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm going on 65, the magic age for Medicare, thank you very much! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
The shelled purse in the photo was the Mama's. Never was used. She had wrapped it carefully in plastic and kept it on her closet shelf. This was another item that didn't get sold in a garage sale two years ago. Ha! There was a reason for that, which showed itself today.
The purse makes a cool planter for the Christmas cactus, don't you think?
In January 2013, the Pinnacles National Monument was redesignated a national park becoming California's ninth national park. And, lucky us, the Pinnacles National Park is in our county.
The park has two entrances. To get to the eastern entry, you drive right by Hollister. So, of course, both city and county jumped to take advantage of the potential increased tourism coming into our area. One thing the local politicians tried was to rename California Highway 25, which is pretty much contained in our county, to reflect as being the true gateway to the park. Cool idea, right?
Residents and ranchers in the southern part of the county didn't agree. Someone told me many didn't like having to notify everyone about their new address as well as dig into their pockets to buy new stationery.
Story short: Only the Highway 25 Bypass (about six miles), which skirts to the east of Hollister city was named the Pinnacles National Park Highway.
The fog rushed back in after the sun said good morning. It was strange to watch it fill in the sky rather than fade westerly. Thick, too. So pea-soupy thick, the birds flew low overhead. If I hadn't seen them I would've thought they were bats by the sound they made. Plap, plap, plap.
The other day I mentioned that I was painting a rice dispenser, which can hold about 25 to 30 pounds of rice, maybe a bit more. A couple years ago I tried selling it at a garage sale. No takers. Earlier this week I decided it can sit in the garden rather than the garage.
The Mama stopped using it a few years after the Husband and I moved in with her. She switched over to storing rice in big tins that once held her favorite crackers. I think she simply liked the idea of keeping rice in happy looking canisters rather than a dull plastic looking thing.
The rice dispenser is no longer dull, and it no longer stores rice. Now, its job is to hold potting soil. Ha!
I'm like a kid with new toys. Outside waiting for me is a 30-pound rice dispenser to get a coating of modpodge and a wooden bookshelf to either be painted or decoupaged with paper or fabric. And then there are the succulents looking forward to their new flashy, colorful homes.
This morning we brought home a bunch of boxes of children books from our storage locker. Oh gosh, oh gee, more new toys! Yaaaay! Some of the boxes may hold some of my books, hurrah! I know I didn't get rid of my Winnie-the-Pooh books and A.A. Milne's children poetry books. All the books will be like brand new since I haven't seen them in 15 years.
Before we can open the boxes, we need a bookshelf ready to receive the books. Hmmm.
Have I already mentioned that I am in a painting frenzy at the moment? Rocks, warped boards, planter pots, dishes, and whatever else comes into my vision when I have leftover paint on my brush and and plate. Waste not, want not is me.
I mention it, again, if I have, because there is a three-foot metal rice dispenser outside waiting for me to finish painting. So, not much chatting from me today.
Would painting something a day keep the doctor away? I'm good for months, if that's so.
The ophthalmologist saw the back of the Husband's eyeball this morning. His eyeball is long and elongated, probably so much so that first the optometrist and then his regular ophthalmologist couldn't see anything because they have older machines.
Imagine being seen by physicians who have state-of-the-art technology at their fingers to help them diagnose and treat you, no financial strings attached. Now, that's a utopia for you. Have you ever wondered if utopia could exist in a country or another organization with millions and millions of members?
While sitting in the waiting room, we met a man undergoing kidney dialysis three days a week. As part of telling his story, without prompting, he showed us his wounds. Oh my gosh, embedded in his forearm was something that looked like a cow's hoof under his skin. It's called a bovine carotid artery graft (I looked it up when I got home.) that helps with the dialysis process. If I showed horror when he first re…
Tuesday, November 6, 2018 is General Election Day, but the early voting period is already in progress.
In our county, if we don't want to wait to vote at our polling place on Election Day, we can mail in our filled-in ballots. We can also stop by the County Registrar of Voters office to vote, which may be open on the weekends. Or, if we prefer, we can place our completed ballots in the official ballot drop box over in Winn Alley, between the library and the old courthouse in Hollister.
So, there we go. With all these options, there's no reason for us not to vote in San Benito County. Well, we do need to be registered. The last day to register in California is Monday October 22, 2018. It can be done online. How convenient is that?
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Yesterday I was listening to my humans talk about people who believe our world is flat. Astounding, miao!
About 2% of Americans are flat-earth believers, according to a 2018 study conducted by YouGov. Miao. Last year the population in the U.S. was about 326 million. I'm saying that everyone counted is considered an American. No arguments, please. Purrrrrrrr.
Two percent or about 325 million people in our country believe the world is flat. Miaaaao!
I wonder if the flat-earth believers have another name for Earth. After all, the word earth means globe, sphere, orb. Round, for pity's sake.
If we lived in a flat world, I don't think we would have balls or anything round.
What kind of shape is the flat world? Is it square? Rectangle? A triangle? Diamond shaped? Miao, a shape with 12 uneven shapes?
This morning I had a wonderful time imagining and experimenting while soaking in autumnal sun bubbles.
My intention was to make wreaths out of apple branches I pruned last week, but I couldn't find the green wire that I set aside for the wind chimes the Husband and I will make out of keys. I lost track of the wire on Friday. Yes, I know I should've put it away where I could find it, but that was where it was, until it wasn't.
Just as well. The apple branches didn't look exciting, so I threw them in the compost bin. When I turned around, I saw a pot perfect for the pineapple sage plant (aka Pinya) we bought yesterday. Look at the photo above to see the painted result.
The Husband said the combination of the colors reminded him of the Southwest. My inspiration for the blue was the blue in Sitting Bull's war shirt as portrayed in the movie Woman Walks Ahead. Have you seen it? It's about Catherine Weldon, the woman who painted Sitting Bull's portrait, Sitting…
There are 1,000 jigsaw puzzle pieces sitting on our dining table. When all the pieces interlock, we'll have a 24x30-inch picture of a tapestry of a mosaic cat.
I've turned every piece then grouped them according to color and design. Yeah, I impressed myself too with such organization. lol And, I have one edge complete. Do you think I could quit now?
Committed, I am. haha
A friend gave us this puzzle about three or four years ago. Our excuse for keeping the puzzle box shut is the lack of sufficient space. Surfaces don't stay clutter-free for long in this house. Last week I got a very strong yen to assemble a jigsaw puzzle. Some of you may recall I've forbidden myself to do online jigsaw puzzles. I tell you there are moments I'm on the computer when I'm sooooo tempted, then I think "Live long and prosper". If you're curious about all that, read this past post.
The Husband probably wished he hadn't agreed to me us…
That's me standing in the back on the far left side in the photo. I was editing the photo this morning when I noticed the dress and thought it sure looked like the one I used to wear back when I was in my 20s. And, what do you know that was me. haha
I cannot remember what the celebration was all about. It could've been the end of the summer youth program for which I was coordinator, which would've been 1980. Then again it could've been the last day of the literacy/job skills program I taught the following summer.
Both programs were administered by the West Bay Pilipino Multi-Service Corporation (West Bay), a community-based organization in San Francisco that served Filipino immigrants in the City, most of whom lived in the South of Market. I was totally out of my element: I did not speak nor understand Tagalog, and I was American born who grew up in a small agricultural town 100 miles south of San Francisco. Even though others assured me it didn't matter, insecuri…
For its Chicken Festival in September, San Juan Bautista posted temporary NO PARKING signs on part of its main thoroughfare. Vendor booths and entertainment spots lined the closed-off streets for all to enjoy. Bwak, bwak.
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This is what I find disgusting and maddening right now: The thuggish oaf in the White House seat telling the hothead of a judge who likes beer that I am sorry his drunken, hostile youth of a life had to be looked at so closely by us.
I like wandering in the front yard. Wouldn't you? There are a lot of hidey-hole places from which to choose.
Sometimes I smell where other cats have been. The other day I ran one off our property. Take that, grey cat with white paws. Missus Lady told me that cat was walking around the neighbor's roof the other day. I wonder what that's like.
Missus Lady and Hero Man no longer let me stay out in the front unsupervised, unless it's first thing in the morning and that's only for a few minutes. Long enough for Missus Lady to open the blinds and curtains. Hero Man found me walking off the premises one day. On another day Missus Lady scolded me for walking into the street. I suppose they know better.
On Wednesday afternoon, the Husband and I loaded the back seat with flowers for the dry and fresh floral arrangements I've entered into the county fair. There was also stuff in the trunk. I tend to be over ambitious. LOL