Friday, November 7, 2014

R.I.P. Tinkerbell

Hi Dear Folk,


We had to have our dear Tink put to sleep today.  It was a very hard decision, but we feel it was the kindest thing to do.  She had a stroke yesterday, could not walk and was not eating.  We put her cozily in a box with a towel, she was sleeping and purring, which made it even harder.  She was about seventeen years old, had a long life for a Himalayan.

Mr. B. and I went together, shed our tears, we have buried her in the back garden next to Baggy a previous cat.

Here she is a few years ago, doing what she loved, sunning herself in the garden.

Christy

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Count Down Is On

Aloha Dear Folk,

The count down is on until our departure to Honolulu, just the name conjures up pictures from my childhood, of far flung places palm trees and grass skirts.  We have a 7:00am flight out of Philly to Phoenix and then a connecting flight to Honolulu.  We arrive after 3:00pm gaining some five hours.

I hope to be at our hotel in time to walk down to Waikiki Beach to see the Hula Show see here, our hotel is on the Marina at the Hawaii Prince, so not too far, we think, never sure until you actually get there.  I have never stayed at such a ritzy hotel, that will be interesting.

I have been gathering, what I call staging things together.  Some things are packed and other things need ironing and then I will pack them.  I wanted to try out my new backpack that Mr. B. treated me to back in the spring, it is a Fossil and I think will work quite well as we are only taking one very small suitcase that you take onto the plane with you along with one other bag.  All my odd bods just about fit into the backpack with a little arranging. 

Not consciously, but my colour scheme turned out to be mostly black and white, with French blue, light blue, a bit of green, and one yellow dress thrown in if I have room for it.

Internal US flights, unlike International flights provide about zilch on the amenities, such as food.  I am rather spoilt with flights to UK where you get a snack, a dinner, complimentary wine, and breakfast, and that's in economy, on internal US flights I don't think you even get a bag of peanuts now, so will pack some snacks, maybe a sandwich.

Most days at work, well almost all I take a salad to eat.  Mr. B. packs it for me, just the ingredients and I wash it, chop it and assemble it at work.  This is what I had today, I bet no one else has had this combination.  Spring lettuce, green pepper, cherry tomatoes, radish, dates, raspberries and a chunk of liverwurst all with a dressing of balsamic vinegar, and you know what it was good.  I chop it all up in to little pieces or slivers.

I sent this to my son.


He agreed it is his modus operandi.

I'm going to make a new label Hawaii.

Take care,
Aloha,
Christy
 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

My Saturday

Hi Dear Folk.

Today, Saturday it poured with rain most of the day; which means that Mr. B. does not work, so he was home.  An ideal opportunity to put away some of the garden furniture that needed to be put away in the shed for the winter, along with bringing in a couple of plants.  I hope to winter them in the Simla room, I would bring in more, but just don't have the room. it's hard also to keep them going through the winter.

  
Here are my passion flower and my Tahitian Bridal Veil.  I bought the plant below just as a little one and it has grown to this during the summer.  I wonder if Tahitian Brides did put this in a bridal head piece, it is a very delicate flower and has length to it to wind it around.  As soon as I saw it I loved the tiny white flowers.



Guess what came in the mail. the new Pesephone Biannaull.





Inserted was a bookmark with a Cheese Pudding recipe on the back.



A friend gave me this shawl a while ago and I always felt that it needed an edging on it.  So I've been crocheting on edge on it. An adaptation of what they call the butterfly stitch.  I thought that this stitch would be nice at the bottom of a crochet skirt too.



Wrote a letter to my Boy today and enjoyed the company  of Miss Tink, who is getting old and a little doddery on her pins.

She had a scare last week.  We have new neighbours and they have two pitbulls.  I heard this terrible clang of metal and looked out the window to see a man running around my front yard.  It turned out to be my next door neighbour, chasing his pitbull, who was chasing my cat.  Not a too auspicious meeting with the new neighbours.  I miss George, we are not in Kansas anymore.  As the cats go out, I say look out for wolves.

Fortunately I eventually found Miss Tink hiding in the basement window well.  I saw her little cream face and heard a meow.  I think the metal clang I heard was my metal chiminea being knocked over, my patio is a bit of an obstacle course.

I did speak with the neighbour and expressed my concern over their dogs, and the fact that Miss Tink is declawed, she came that way from the SPCA, I said Miss Tuppy can probably look after herself as she's a true Philly cat and pretty feisty, plus can run up a tree but Miss Tink cannot.  They had said that when their dogs are out they put them on a leash, but obviously not always.  We may have to extend the fence, as they ran through the hedge.



Later on Mr. B. and I went over to the thrift.  Mr. B. likes to find CDs there and I found this lovely book "Around The World In Eighty Sweaters"  I like the pun and I liked the pictures and patterns along with the sketches.


So interested to see the different patterns from around the world interpreted into knitwear.







I did get my suitcase out of the garage, but didn't get to my ironing and packing yet.

Have a great weekend.

Christy

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Murder in Miniature

Hi Folk,

This morning I just had a few minutes while drinking my morning cupper, I was listening to BBC radio via my iPad, so I heard the word Baltimore which held my attention, as Baltimore is quite close to us in the scheme of travel in the USA, just a couple of hours south.

The program was about miniature scenes, some of houses or barns, so somewhat like miniature dolls houses, but with a twist.  These are forensic miniatures of crime scenes, made by Frances Glessner Lee born in 1878 to a wealthy family in Chicago, she lived on Prairie Avenue, where all the rich people lived, their fortune was from International Harvester.



Her father would not hear of her going to college, so she took the traditional route of wealthy women of the time, married, had three children and not so traditionally was divorced within eight years.  It was not until her father died when she came into her own, that she pursued her passion which was legal medicine and especially death scene crime investigation.  See here details Death in Miniature

It seems that over twenty detailed miniature scenes are housed in Baltimore, but can only be seen at special request.


Corinne May Botz wrote a book about Frances Glessner Lee.  I may go to the library and get that.  The miniatures were built by a carpenter and his son, and took as much time and cost as much as a regular house of that time period would have cost.  Frances also contributed to the miniatures and it was her eye for minute detail that makes them so interesting and used as a teaching tool for homicide detectives.


Burned cabin miniature.


Pink bedroom miniature.

I found it quite fascinating so go to the link Death in Miniature

This morning was a beautiful ride to work.  There was a cold mist hovering over the grass and shafts of sunlight were filtering through the autumn foliage, very lovely.  I just wanted to get out with my camera and take photos, but of course had no time to do so.

Take care,
Christy

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Making of a Film

Hi Dear Folk,

My last installment on our last trip to Ithaca. Mum and Dad were up and out by 7:00am to be at the Boy's by 8:00am.  We stopped at Tim Horton's which is a donut chain, they were all fresh and the baker was there.  Mr. B. asked for a crueler with chocolate on top, which he did not have, just the plain ones, but he topped two especially for Mr. B. and they were so good.  So picked up coffees and a few things here, then to the Boy's. 

It went down to below freezing overnight, so here you see the early morning mist and frost.

Rob is rushing around getting ready and the major thing was to load the film into the old style camera, which has to be done in the dark.  He had three rolls of film.  So he calls me into the bathroom which has no windows, I can hardly see what I'm doing, I'm holding the spool and the Boy is trying to load it in.  Why are your hands wet mum?  Well I just rushed in out of the kitchen, wipe them on your trousers. Eventually he gets it in, then he thought it didn't sound right while cranking it, but eventually he thought it was all correct.  Talk about stress.

All is now together and we get out on the road, a bit late but not too much, to meet the person who owns the old derelict school.  He is going to let us in.
 

So while the boys were filming, mum is going around taking these black and white photos.  I enjoyed that a lot, I like photography, I guess it maybe runs in the family.  I don't know all the advanced stuff like the boys do, but I know a bit.  So here are some of the many shots that I took through out the day.


An old discarded reel of film from the 1950s.





















By this time I have had enough of being inside and standing on concrete floors, so I thought let me run down to The Man in the Moon CafĂ© and see if they are open, and they were.  So I bought back coffees and something for lunch for the guys.  I went back and hung out for about two hours, with a chai latte and a scone.  I had explained to the owner Annie why I was there and she said she remembered me from a previous visit, and would I like to hang out.  Yes please.  It was a lovely sunny afternoon and I sat outside with my crochet which I had with me and just relaxed, I think that was the most relaxing time of our whole visit.  They closed up at 2:00pm and since I had walked from the school she said would I like a lift back, which I excepted.


Old farm machinery.


This is the old King Ferry Fire truck which is housed here.



A few hiccups along the way were that the last roll of film that he had stored in his refrigerator at the bottom, got wet and he could not use it at all, at least he had shot two rolls.  After filming then sound had to be recorded.  The Boy soon realized that the stands did not have the correct thread to screw the mikes on, so Mr. B. had to manually hold them for him.  And of course we spent more than twice as long there than he thought it would take.  We did not finish until around 5:30pm.



At least they have smiles on their faces.


As you can see the Boys are very intent on ordering food.  We ate at the restaurant that Rob works at.  That was nice and we were looked after.

Still not finished though, all the equipment had to be returned to the College.  So by the time we did that stopped off at his apartment and did a couple of things there, I don't think we got on the road home until almost 11:00pm.  We did stop off at a rest stop and slept for an hour, not getting home until the wee hours of the morning, thank goodness I had Monday off or I would never have done that.

That's my story.

Christy
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