The little treasure is 14 years old this month.
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I can just feel it, In relation to other stars, and the space station and Hubble, I think Venus has moved a bit. This means our orbit over time will change slightly. Update; 24/2/2017 (I am having Bizarre thoughts that planet Earth is forming a new Magnetosphere. Something like we could end up doing a figure of Eight Flip, rather like a cross between that eternity loop, and a bit of God piloting going on. We could end up, Upside down, and travelling the opposite way round the Sun. Might need to avoid Venus!) Anyway news has broken some of the climate change data was fudged up. I just knew God told me to buy the Olive trees and not worry about it. I think our planet Earth might just not wobble quite so much. The clouds and skies have been beautiful today. The sky is such a gorgeous blue. The right sort of blue, not full of chemicals as usual. Looks like everyone who wants rain is getting it. The polar caps are freezing nicely. Hope the Polar bears and Penguins cope with it. I notice Japan is getting cold. Perhaps an ice coastline will stop the Fukishima problem for now while we can work out what to do with all that radioactive water gushing out of it. I have been watching the Ice form, it looks as though it is freshwater ice from rain and snow, perhaps the Oceans will just get a bit more salty again. I have had a great day pottering in my garden tidying up. I took 8rose cuttings, planted my fig tree in the lane outside my house, some rosemary and flowers. I want to just do this little patch of ground and make it pretty. I also want some Figs! They won't grow in my garden as they don't get int the sun for long enough. Planted and moved some plants. I feel very chilled out. I have been making some comments on RT, but I am trying not to be obsessive about watching the News. I like RT because the English is well written. Also there are hardly any stories about celebrities. All news is written with an editorial viewpoint. I also like the spoof science type articles they put up for fun! It amuses me in the evenings while my husband watches TV. The additive for painting on Fabric came today for my 'new sofa' project, so I want to go shopping for paint soon. I have decided I will try painting the body of the sofa with Annie Sloan chalk paint, and then wax it so it can be wiped. Then cover the cushions in my lovely fabric. Here is my lovely fabric! We like it. I have already covered the part of the chair under the cushion, although will need to get new braiding to finish over the staples. I think I will paint this fabric the same blue as the sofa. I am thinking about it. Maybe I will just do the two armchairs differently so they look like unique chairs.  I bought four white climbing roses for my garden a couple of years ago. One is doing OK, the other two not so well because they don't get enough sun. I dug one up and took it to the garden dump, as it just seemed so diseased.
The dog is a digger and digs up my plants. I have one in a corner where it is just surviving. It is fenced off from her, but I know it won't grow well there. I just caught her trying to dig under the little fence I put round it to keep her away from it. I told her off, and now she is sulking in her chair. She also destroyed all the parsley that was growing around the base of my palm tree. She won't change. I had to take all the white tulip bulbs out of the garden last year because she was digging those up and actually ate one. Another expensive checkup at the vet to see if her bloods were OK, or she had poisoned herself. I have just decided to move these two white roses completely. I will put one outside my front door, and the other one on the other side of the garden gate. There it will flourish as it will get the sun, and hopefully be beautiful climbing up the fence and over my archway to the garden as I hoped it would. (I did replant the two roses over the little front door porch to my House. I also took cuttings, and all are shooting, so plenty of hope for roses in future, I tried the rooting in potato method!). There is a problem with this as it is Parish land, and they don't want flowers or bees and butterfly mix grown along my fence to make it look pretty for walkers passing by. They just want to be able to mow and strip it easily. I can understand their point of view, but I would love to make it pretty. I am thinking I could use a large container for my rose. I have one. So If I am told to move it again I can just put it somewhere else. I am am going to see if I can rescue and re-plant those little parsley plants before it gets too dark. I just can't help thinking of how this is an analogy to the Israel-Palestine situation right now. If President Trump can build a big beautiful wall to keep the Mexicans out, and any desperate to escape Americans in, then a proper wall built on the agreed boundaries might be a good start for this ridiculous situation. All those settlements the Israelis have already built in the formally agreed Palestinian, lands should belong to the Palestinians. (Unless the Palestinians actually want to renegotiate their boundries). I think the Palestinians have been badly treated by everyone in this situation, especially if they had their homes bulldozed and no formal agreement of sale for the homes or land. Bulldozer? I think God might be so hopping mad with his chosen people he will send in a wrecking ball of his own to give them a shake up. It might remind them in who's name they are behaving badly. The first thing is to get the water and power back on for the Palestinians, it's going to freeze soon. I wanted to change my icon, but couldn't get into it, so left a couple of comments anyway. I can respect Muslim customs over dogs. They are filthy creatures. Still ours gets wormed with Milbemax every Month. That's to protect her from heart worm and all the other worms they have, and us from catching the worms. Toxicara is an awful disease. I can understand the old ways of limiting exposure to these dreadful parasites. This goes for pork, seafood and all the other dietary warnings in the ancient writings. Poorly cooked pork is a minefield of worms. We eat pumpkin seeds every day as part of our diet. Raw seafood and fish is a liver fluke problem dependent on the source. If it's near sewage. (Or radioactivity). Ancient wisdom. Still with good health and hygiene, modern drugs to treat worms in dogs and animals it's not such a health problem. Still, our dog came from a skip. She was thrown away because she had demodectic mange. Now that Is difficult to get rid of. The poor dog had to have three baths a week followed by sheep dip. (Long story). She never bit me during the bathing routine. Eventually our vet suggested he had a vetinary skin specialist visiting. She advised a full scalping. The poor dog was clippered with a pair of balding clippers, which I sacrificed from my salon. Then we bathed her in a new shampoo and rubbed lotion on her. Then she started growing a new coat, which turned into a Mohawk! I was delighted. She grew a whole new coat and got better. Then people started to ask me if I had 'styled' her like this! She is ferel at heart. Unless she is upset, then she comes to lean on me! Never let this dog loose though. She is not to be trusted. She has her own Agenda. Still back to RT, they have upped their game in the reporting section! Perhaps they need a better quality of troll, the troll section really drags down the reporting. I like having a bit of banter, We are living in very fraught times, us proles need to have our say, otherwise all the politics will be going on over our heads and we won't get a say on anything. I don't want the world I live in to be run without my dibs being noted. Anyway, here was the picture I was going to substitute. We might have all got wiped out last Sunday, just as well that piece of space turd ended up hitting Venus, perhaps in a few million years they will have new life too... I can't load this either, drach! Just let me re-load the image! All credit to the artist. www.englishgraphics.co.uk  This is what I did with the Chrismas Tree Himself bought for £6 down from £30 before Chrismas in the sale. We haven't had a Chrismas tree for a couple of years. I am not much into flashing lights, or the whole Christmas commercial bunfight. My Husband loves it though. Once He had put the tree together I suddenly thought the hedge needed trimming and I would be creative with the bits I cut off. Other than making a bit of mess trimming up the branches into a box to do this, there were none of the pine needle droppings to worry about. Then a bit of mess from the dismantling, which was soon swept up as well. It looked good for 2 weeks, which is as long as I want the decorations up anyway. My Husband says I take being tight to a whole new level! I think of it as a creative persuit not to spend more money on anything that possible. Mainly because It does not grow on trees round here! Don't get me wrong, we aren't in debt. However the whole concept of living within one's income is something the world seems to have forgotten since the advent of 'risk free', 'no interest' credit lines. You just pay a hiked up price for everything if it's not cash. Get your cash to work for you by using only cash to buy things. The interest free costs the store probably 20-30% of the purchase price of your item, so to them they are assured of the money right away, you have to pay the hidden interest, and have the 'debt noose' and the threat of reposession all the time you are paying for your 'interest free' item. It's the same with buying stuff on a credit card only worse if you can't pay off you spending without getting extra charges. Just get creative with everything. Re-model and re-style anything with a lick of paint and some inspiration. It is very satisfying! During the festivities we were having a conversation about how many times commodities like coffee are bought and sold whilst still in transit. One particular consignment of coffee had been traded at least 8 times from the time the container it was loaded on from Asia, reached Rotterdam. As it was meant to be going to another destination our friend's company had to track all the sales to find out who it belonged to. No wonder our food is so expensive. I imagine this is done with every commodity. The only way I can see that food prices can be reduced is to stop this insane trading in items we need on the supermarket shelf at a reasonable price. Fair trade for the end purchaser as well as the producer without this racketeering going on between middlemen. Anyway here's our bargain Chrismas tree.  This is our lovely Dog opening her Chrismas Bone treat. Yes the same bone treats she normally gets, but she likes a present to open as well!
Notice she also likes to get herself comfey and wrapped up warm. This does nothing for a Patterdale's credibility of course as they are not meant to admit to being house dogs. More the velociraptor, (chicken if she gets out)/rabbit/rat/pheasant hunting machine, needed for keeping a farmyard clear of pests. They were bred solely for hunting, but she has quietened down a bit at the age of 7 plus. (We aren't sure as she is a rescue). The white on her face is mostly markings to look like a badger. The roots of those hairs are black, so I assume this is how she is meant to look. I think we ought to ask more people to come and stay, it's a definate reason to have a whole spring clean. I even washed and ironed all the curtains. Not a speck of dust in sight, wait until that scruffy dog gets back in the house though and shakes fur everywhere. Just put some Sunflowers in the guest room and keep the door shut or that dog will be on the beds, windowsills, and rolling about on the floor. Please don't think we haven't tried to train the dog. It just looks at us and has that 'yeah right, when I feel like it' look. .. Wonder where she got it from, they say dogs are like their owners. She and my Husband win the look-alike contest, and she and I share the 'don't take any notice of anybody/do what I like' snap cards. The dog got a bath yesterday, so it's relatively clean fur, unless she decides to go rolling. She gets a good brush, and then her 'mowhawk' goes fluffy. She is a smooth coated dog with a ridge of long wiry fur down her back that goes into spiky points like a punk rocker. When she has just been bathed it has that 'can't do a thing with it look'. No I do not put hair gel in the dogs coat! Whoever thought of such a thing. She suffers the bath with good grace thankfully, and then has a mad dog half hour feeling wonderful... probably that she won't have to have another bath until next time. It is wonderful that she has this coat, as she had the worst case of demodectic mange a puppy could have survived. A lot of work to bath her and get her better over a couple of years, but worth all the effort to find we had a dog with a mowhawk. God just has a sense of humour that's what I think. I still think she is a gift from the Klingons, as she has the very look and nature of that Targ, She couldn't have looked more like the Targ when we got her. She also bit everybody, I bit her back one day so she stopped it immediately. It is scorching hot for late September, more like mid summer. If it stays like this our French friends will have a fabulous weekend. Not going to be posting anything for a few days, so have a great weekend anyone who actually ever reads this stuff I put on here. It is a bit of a one sided conversation, but I quite like having a chat to myself. I don't have an awful lot to say in conversations as I tend to listen to other people. People don't ask me what I think. None of what I like thinking about interests my Husband either, although he has the grace to listen occasionally. I think that's why I end up talking to God a lot, although it's not a sort of conversation in words, it's images and connections, and fleeting moments of recognition. Then I have to try and turn the feeling into words, like yesterday when I realy wanted to say something in response to Avivah's book. I wouldn't have had a reason to write it down without this blog thing going on. May a huge blessing rest on you and those you love, that knocks your socks off in amazement this weekend.  This is the day we got her home. A poorly sickly tired little thing. You can't actually see the sores and just how bald, smelly, with this kind of greasy discharge from her skin plastering her fur.  This was the day after. I had given her a bath, and she just seem to have lots more fur right away. Look at that grin, how can you get angry with this little tearaway?
The shape of things to come... yes. Fallen on it's paws... yes. She looks totally different now! My Husband is just mowing the grass, and He came to get me. 'Bring your camera' he said.  I only got this snap, because I got too close and he/she scarpered with a sqwark.
Just as well the dog was having a nap indoors when I was called, and we kept her in. Reminds me of the time we took over a budgie. It tormented the dog and they had screaming matches at each other. One day when my husband was cleaning out the budgie it escaped... My husband was worried the window was open next to the cage... (do men ever think things through before starting a job?) He had managed to get the window shut, only to turn around and find the dog already had the budgie in it's mouth. Head sticking out one side and the tail out the other... He said he screamed at the dog, at which she spat the bird out in a kind of blowing sound and the bird shot under the table in one corner of the room, and the dog under the coffee table in the other corner, both screaming. Anyway my Husband managed to get the bird back in the cage, and the dog was traumatised all day. (I don't think I can remember hearing my Husband shouting on more than two or three occasions, let alone screaming... Football shouting is completely different). When I got home from work that evening I could tell there was something wrong. The dog was still guilty, and the Husband had that sort of 'I know I am going to get it in the neck', look. The bird was positively bent in the middle. Still alive, but very shocked. It sat on it's perch for two days without eating or drinking. Then as I came downstairs on the third day, I kind of looked at it and said, 'Well, you'll either have to be dead by the time I get home, or get a life. You can't just sit there brooding over it, it's happened already'. About twenty minutes later I heard this very plaintive 'tweet'. Once it was well enough, I demanded my Husband took it to the petshop, with it's cage well cleaned and ask them to rehome it. Poor bird. However I was not in agreement that we should take responsibility for it, and made the proviso that if we were, it must be my Husband's responsibility to look after it. I have to say it was not well cared for, It screamed at first light which was awful. I was so exhausted from working long hours the last thing I needed was this fractious bird waking me up at the crack of dawn. Thankfully all's well that ends well, and I hope it found a good home where there were no dogs. So much for me saying I was going to limit my time on this website! I need to go visit my Husband's Aunty, she is a wonderful 93 years old and has just had a nasty fall. She needs some of those nice roses from the garden, and the last two paeonies to cut. And someone to sit and chat with her.  Tis is a picture of Jasmin moving at faster than the speed of light.
This is her poem. Jasmin Days We found you in deep winter When our hearts were numb and barren. I knew with tears your lonely need Of loving caring abandon. 'Pebbles' came to us just full grown, And pale and sickly heart thrown, We changed your collar and brought you home To melt our lives forever. You grew in spring and played such games We walked and talked and found new ways, Your spirit touched our broken hearts And helped us love not tear apart. Summer found you in full prime, Red-gold coat and games with logs, Splashing, Sniffing, Sunning, Rolling, Running, Barking Dog. Autumn drawn with aches and pain, Yet warmed and stretched you played again, Chestnuts fell, and squirrel came You gently told me, it was time to leave us. You are buried now beneath this rock, 'Jasmin', 'Poppy', 'Mince Pie Dog, Resting where rabbits run and Hedgehogs come, Sleep in peace our precious one. This is her sympathy card to us. To Mummy and Daddy, With muddy paws and licks, all my fur and sticks. From all my toys and ballies, & both my empty bowlies, I am always in your hearts, & will lick your tears dry. Jasmin X Two of the most memorable days with her. I wanted to get her to swim! We went to the beach on a beautiful day, The water was not that warm.. She would follow me as far as she could keep her back paws on the ground. Then with just her nose and her paws our of the water I went to her. She wasn't going to swim! When I came close she scrambled up me, and ended up sitting on my head with her back paws on my shoulders and her front paws on top of my head. I was lacerated! I nearly collapsed myself. My husband and everyone on the beach was in hysterics! I managed to get her back into her depth and when she sprung off my shoulders It was excrutiating! Not her fault. I was angry with my Husband that he was completely paralysed with laughter and couldn't help me... The day she and I swum together was wonderful. We were at a very secluded cove after a long walk. It was so hot and I just decided to go in in my underwear. She followed me. I put my hand under her tummy and she started to doggy paddle. We must have spent half an hour in the water together. It was a magical mystical event. Both of us were exhausted. She told me soon before this that she would be going. We spent time just sleeping and being together. I promised her I would not make her have any further operations, as she had a near disastrous one at the vets to remove a cyst. She died suddenly of a burst spleen. My Husband phoned me at a music lesson, and I knew it was serious. When our Vet explained he could operate but she wouldn't be the same dog, and it might only extend her life two weeks I said no. I promised her. I put my hand over her muzzle so she could smell me when the vet gave her the injection. I knew the moment her spirit left her. I cried with the worst pain yesterday for her after we had been to the beach. My Husband wept too because I was so raw. My Father had died the day before Jasmin died. Losing two people who are that important at once is awful. I still haven't buried her ashes, because. I want to, but I want her to always rest somewhere that will never be disturbed. |
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