I believe that puppies are harder to raise than children. Am I crazy? Probably, but think about it. My puppy is almost one year now. Not only does she get into everything but she is faster than I am. She understands some words and definitely understands the meaning of my tones but even though I have spent many professional years and un-professional years with dogs there are times that I cannot understand her as much as I listen. I can never really get angry with her because she loves me so much and tells me this every day in her eyes. She doesn’t cry when she wants something or when she has gas, in fact she hides it when she feels bad so it is very hard for me to know even when she needs to go to the Veterinarian with her. I can’t run to the neighbor to say “gee! guess what Karla did to day!” In fact my neighbors would think I was stark raving mad (as my family does). Everyone loves babies. Not everyone loves puppies.
Carla wid a K has been going through some changes. I’m not sure whether they are due to her age or just because she lives with me. Last week we had a tremendous thunderstorm which came out of nowhere. Now if I watched TV or listened to the radio or had a fancy phone it would not have come out of nowhere and we would probably have been somewhat prepared. If I had known it was coming the dogs and I would be sitting on the cellar stairs cowering and just waiting but no, Karla was playing in the burrs and guarding against invading chipmunks (she lowers her voice when guarding). She has been very brave since going to the dog show in Colorado! I was folding clothes and the other three were with me. THAT’S when I should have noticed something was going to happen because Spider was starting to shake and Sam and HarryIt were keeping close. Usually they don’t hang out with me in the laundry room. All of a sudden the rain started coming down and one minute later there was a “CRACK!”. The loudest thunder I had ever heard. Even Paul, who likes to watch thunder storms called down to see if all was all right. Then I noticed that something wet was trying to crawl up my body. Poor Karla was drenched and shaking and had reverted to her baby self. I dropped the shirt I was folding and noticed the other three were gone, probably under a couch, grabbed a towel and picked up my big baby and cuddled her. She is obviously still upset because when the fireworks went off last evening she was shaking and sitting on my lap. So much for chipmunks. This may be somewhat of a blessing because I’m tired of running out and throwing toads out of the pen.
I’m feeling much better in the foot and back areas and have continued painting the bath downstairs. I’ve been boxing a few collections and have called a cleaner for the house (who hasn’t returned my call) for preparation of putting the house up for sale again. This is so fun. If someone wants to come view, I have to grab the dogs and go for a ride and keep the house clean at all times. However, if it sells, at least we will have some things packed. I don’t want the movers to pack, just move. We have looked at two houses close to my daughters. One, looking through the windows, was adorable with cathedral ceilings and wainscoting. And, a loft. I’ve always wanted a loft for the bedroom or my office. A little pricey but maybe could talk them down. It even had a wood fence around the back yard to keep the dogs in and only 2 acres in the middle of fields to care for. However, visiting showed some problems. I think it was made of cardboard and the finished basement was drenched, with water on the walls and showed repairs to the ceiling from water problems. Cross that one off.
Then we visited another close to my daughter which was built in the 1870’s. Very sturdy with a few problems to fix inside. In fact, on top of the one car garage connected to the house were two rooms that had not been re-modeled and looked like they were ancient so had much potential. However, it had only one acre and was in the suburbs of Rochester (which are growing) and they had divided the land up so that the barn was not ours but was filled with cars, trucks, boards, trash and the entire house needed re-siding. To many “ifs” and “Maybes” for us to risk so we passed on that one also.
We were a great deal shy because of what is happening around our house. Both houses showed why it was that we bought where we are now. However, things change. We have a garbage disposal outfit across the street to the west that was very small when we moved in and has added three other disposal businesses to it so it runs day and night. Although, initially they had to keep their equipment under roof in the evening, the town wants the taxes and doesn’t pressure them to do so now. To the east moved in a hound kennel so there is the lovely baying sound day and night. Although I have complained about the noise, what are you going to do? Rubber band their muzzles? Now they have built a migrant camp that we look at from our back porch to the East also. When we went to the town meeting about that one, we were assured that we would not see it from our house.
We have received notice that a machine shop will open to the North of us. Town meeting is the 8th but what can you do? Obviously they have been approved because they are remodeling the building and have their signs up. And this is in an agricultural zoned area so variances have been approved for all. When I think of the trouble I had to open an antique shop in my barn I could just cry.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I keep hearing the kittens but not seeing the kittens which is driving me insane. Luckily I’m just hearing the kittens complain a little when Mama leaves or complain a little until they get that teat. As for the kitten food in the barn, the chipmunks are running around with very fat cheeks and we will probably be finding stashes of kitten food for a year in things like our snow blower and swinging chairs. My older Sister has been in Alaska with my nieces children. They will now find out how bossy my older sister is! I miss her.
I actually sold an item on Etsy (D.A.YanceyRecollections) and someday am hoping to sell just one postcard (even though the postal rates are high on Bidstart (same store name) but, I need, need, need to get more stuff on line to sell.
ONE GREAT THING! A friend of mine sent me a whole booklet of old black and white pictures of the main Camp at Goose Pond being built. And, yep, there is my older sister and I and Vincent (he’s the one that Dad told us pulled the moon with a string when we were driving up there) popping something in my mouth. Probably to shut me up which I’m going to do right now.
Noodles!

Soon they hit the rocks!

News from Huron, the Famous Resort City on Lake Ontario in NY (Meaning NOT New York City!

So, today is the day that I report to the courthouse to be “a potential juror”. I’ve only been worrying about this for two years when I got out of it because I was sick. Then, two months ago I got the dreaded letter that I had to fill out and return and then one month ago I got the summons and then today I have to be there by 9:15.
The good news is that at the moment it is not snowing. I think it is about 20 miles through the countryside and this has been a horrible winter for snow and of course I’m worrying about blowing snow because it is windy. I’ll have to bring my worry stone.
Paul woke me up on time. OMG! it was dark. I am so spoiled from not having to travel to a job. I get up, pick up the house, get dressed and start on the computer anywhere from 11:00 to 2:00 and only work to 5:00 or 6:00 then eat and iron, sew, whatever while watching a movie and then to bed. The dogs keep me on schedule. Like right now, as soon as I put on my sneakers, all four are lined up at the door because this week my Mother discombobulated me by have a stint put in and I’ve been out every day. Usually I dust the floor with my socks.
What to wear? Nothing formal, no rags, so I picked a sweater, skinny jeans and (believe it or not) matching sneakers. LOL! The sweater is yellow and blue, the skinny pants are blue and the sneakers are yellow and blue.https://aussiemagicvintiques.wordpress.com/wp-admin/media-upload.php?post_id=506&type=image&TB_iframe=1
What to take with me? A book, naturally I’m reading a big hard cover (Phelps and Gorham Purchase by Thomas), teeny weeny stickers for the book because I’m taking a teeny weeny purse, my license, my medical records, and, because I don’t worry, my DNR instructions, two Kleenex, my lorazipam for when I won’t take the oath because I’m a member of the Religious Society of Friends. I may chicken out on that one and a LARGE bottle of Jim Beam for the courtroom because I’m sure the Judge will need it. Oh drats, I thought I would get by the security check without having to put my stuff in a tray but I forgot about the keys. Should I leave my coat in the car so I don’t have to hassle with it? They confiscate your phones so I’ll leave that there. (Not that I ever use it which makes my daughter want to steal my lorazipam.
What a week. Mother is fine and I THINK I almost have a job as the Town of Huron Historian! It pays $.67 per day but I’m excited anyway AND I got my first Social Security check so I’m RICH! My husband is very excited that this will help him pay the bills (he thinks). I sort of celebrated by buyins some more dog-show clothes and shoes and entering Karla into some shows. And, knowing me, I called my handler (OMG he has grey hair now) to stand by for Syracuse and Springfield. The first two are matches and handling seminars so I can pretend I’ve never seen a dog leash before. This puppy is so shy! I took her over to see Mom and there were three other dogs there and my sister and brother-in-law and, as usual, we all have such similar views (not) that when someone started I about the Tea Party and Obama, Karla jumped on my lap and it was three to one and we argued to my coat and gloves and slipped out the door. I have to do some more research so I can back my opinions up. I didn’t even know who the Koch brothers were and I pronounced the entirely wrong way. Well, I should have known…Henceforth keep thy mouth shut on religion and politics! I’m going to be just wonderful working for the town! LOL! That is, if I live through this day or get picked for a trial that is 12 months long. Where is that worry stone???
As usual, my house is a complete disaster because the floor washer is broken and I ordered the parts 1/20 and they shipped them 2/16. I think I need to hire Billy across the street to use his plow in here. Karla’s favorite toys are the dust balls and she looks kind of like a wire fox terrier of a strange color when she comes up to me. I also need to go through Petfinders and pull the Aussies to list on Australian Terriers International. I should get RC involved in that. Some of those people really need his advice and vice versa but I’m not sure how much he uses Facebook. Another favorite place in Dunham Lake Aussies where Karla came from. I can honestly say that with the exception of four people they are my best friends. However, it isn’t time to worry about Colorado yet and stuffing Karla in the air pod. She isn’t going cargo even if I have to cut her legs and tail off.
Well, noodles, that’s the news and all the news from the Miller Zoo in Huron. Visits are allowed – $10.00 for adults and $5.00 for children. Beds and food extra. But, you ain’t gonna find Huron, NY, anyway. It’s in a black hole although it does have a web site AND MAYBE MY NAME WILL BE ON IT!!!!! They really like me a lot because of my mouth. That was my 10th application. LOL!!!

MOVING IS PRETTY NICE THANKS TO MY SPECIAL PERSON

My name is Karla and all is quiet and Mom is at her what she calls “her stupid new computer” and told me she would translate to my old friends what has been happening to me so they wouldn’t worry why I wasn’t in The Supreme Being’s (who made me) pictures any more. My new Dad is supposed to be purchasing a camera but it sounds awful quiet up there so is probably taking a nap.
First of all, Mom is hoping that no one drank from her glass because she is quite sure that she is coming down with the flue. At the moment she is trying to fit a candle into an antique bottle…oops, she said a word that I’ve never heard before and threw it out the window!!!
This place is really different than my old home but since I’m only 12 weeks old, how would I know? Dad was right there waiting for us because we were late (I think he was panting because he was late, too) and he and Mom had a fight about who was going to hold my leash. Mom won. I think she wins with everything about dogs. Then we walked out and I was on cement! Wonderful, familiar cement. But, this had white stripes on it and big things whishing by and for some reason Mom was strangling me until the white stripes were done. I’m so smart and world savey now; that I even walked across a metal grill! Then there was grass! Wah Hoo! I REALLY needed it but afterwards when I really wanted to investigate the wood pieces she made me walk to the car and get on her lap. I know about the world so I knew what a car was. I looked out the window at a huge truck that went by and konked out until an hour later when we stopped. Mom carried me onto the enclosed porch, looked through the sliding glass doors (unusual because Mom washed all the downstairs windows to make it lighter. I wish I could have been there because I would have had so much fun with the rag!) and saw these three dogs not much bigger than me acting like idiots, jumping up and down, howling, barking and squeaking. Mom put me down with her gun ready and we all looked like a pinwheel because everyone had to smell my butt. (I don’t know why because it smells like a rose). Then everyone ignored me, those creeps, which made me mad because I wanted to play.
So instead I chewed on one of quilt stand legs and got yelled at! So I started bouncing toward Harry It (she was the only one with a tail. Mom says that she is going to take us to the Vet and swap ears.) Anyway, she was very surprised because Spider likes to sleep and Sam likes to be a jerk. Then we went upstairs and I picked the stinky ones to investigate and chose the one with the Man, Dad, in it. Wow! all the toys were up here! A whole pile under his chair and two wooden boxes that had been refinished by dog teeth and grabbed one and Harry It and I had a blast and then Spider joined us and was thrilled that she had found someone with jaws strong enough to play tug of war. Spider is a little maternal so she didn’t pull too hard. Well, Sam heard all the stomping above him and came macho storming up the stairs two. So we had four playing tug of war. You really can’t count because Sam barks a lot when he plays with Spider or sees a chipmunk. (he talks to Mom in a weird voice when she doesn’t put the dishes or food away after a meal. Besides, obviously he thinks he’s boss. Ha a, just wait a while.
I heard Dad say that it was so good to hear a play snort and see those alien teeth.
I investigated everything (Mom wasn’t very good at puppy proofing the house. She is now. There was a mirror on the floor and I took a few minutes to admire myself. I would stop if there was something that I had never seen before and got to leave footprints in the shower. I never ran from anything, even my new brother and sisters. (well, once I got under a little office table.
Then to prove that I was an Aussie, I had an “Aussie Fit” and ran round and round and round, vroom, vroom, vroom and Mom and I said they were SO happy to have me. Then I asked Dad to pick me up and take me to bed so he did. I LOVE sleeping under someone’s chin! I couldn’t ask Mom because she was busy cuddling with the other which were kind of turning green.
That was my day! To my Special Mom and sisters I send special licks and kisses (no black spots!) and also know that the hard work they did with all of us and taking that picture of someone who abhors having her picture
Mom says you never sent the recipes for the soup and pumpkin pie and the scalloped potatoes (because you made them differently (Must have missed the part about my Special Persons being better) and the SOUP, which was just what she needed after a VERY stressful day. I pouted a little that I didn’t get even a taste but the pout didn’t last long because I had COMPLETE run of the house with Sparrow!
Mom says Rick was very nice (and good looking, shush) but she thought that he acted just like
Paul every time I pooped or peed in the house. I think he was counting.
I think a statue should be mad of Theresa and her daughters (not the poop counter) and put in the middle of the round pen to replace that green thing which Mom thought was a dead horse.
One horrible thing was that the ancient cat slipped out of the house and was gone for two days and when we went shopping for more of that green stuff with salt we found it in the middle of the road. The good thing about this was there probably wasn’t any more pain than taking her to the vet and doing which Theresa had been going back and forth on and that now they know where she is and that she is not starving to death and confused and scared somewhere and now they know where they laid it at rest.
As Mom says: Noodles (I can’t wait to hear the noodle story)

Three Days in the Life of Lucy Ricardo

mushroomNine days of quiet, mostly good weather, quilt sewing, and mushroom photography. What more could one ask for? Well, perhaps 10 or 11? Don’t ask…Mushroom photography? Yes, it has finally come to that or carrying a tripod with me everywhere and really, you would be amazed at the beauty of some of them and they change shape so fast! I don’t photograph them when they are squishy brown though. I need to put them all on line so that I can identify them. Now the reason is that I have familial tremor and the older I get, the worse it gets. I do take medication but I’m not sure how much more they can increase the amount. It is most embarrassing when I go out to eat and I can’t get the danged wineglass to the mouth. Well, if I look as beautiful as Katherine Hepburn when she was old I shan’t complain. It’s just so unfair that I inherited all the bad traits of the family. Anyway, with mushrooms you can get down and rest your elbows on the ground and get a clear picture.
The drive home was sort of good and bad. I always stop at the Natural Basket (in Natural Bridge, NY, on Rt. 3 – and there is a plug for you Yvonne!) but I was way too comfy at camp to want to go anywhere so on the way home I told hubby that I needed to talk with Yvonne about antique postcards and by the way, did he have any money. He said we still had 2.5 hours to go and I said “I promise – 15 minutes”
After a quick 1.5 hours browsing as fast as I could (and there really was a long line at the counter) I got back to the car. Yikes! He said, “you didn’t tell me you were going to shop!” Now why would I ask him if he had any money if I wasn’t going to shop? Now this is a man who could teach quantum physics married for over 40 years to a woman who is often referred to as “Lucy Ricardo” and he couldn’t pick up on that? Men just don’t pick up on things that women do.
Paul’s back is bad so I usually drive and we haul a small trailer when we go up North. We switch places when we have to reverse because I can’t figure out the jack-knifing thing and which way the trailer is going to do that.
But, back to picking up things…I can always tell when there is a stop light or sign ahead because his right foot starts pounding the floor. I know when to go back into the non-passing lane after I’ve passed someone because he stops looking into his rear-view mirror and I always hear the disgusted “tsk, tsk” when I turn on the wipers instead of the cruise control. (I can’t help it that it is opposite on the Wrangler and it doesn’t help that the Wrangler is standard either when I’m driving and try to shift into park.
Anyway, a couple of cases of mild road rage and we always make it home safe.
But, I was bushed, and early the next morning I had a Vet appointment for a T4 for Spider at a new Vet. The Vet we saw there was about 10 years old and as he was explaining things to me I was miming him. They WILL learn that I have a lot more knowledge than them but just don’t have the equipment. She was fine and the Vet was much closer in distance to home. When we first moved back here they were too busy to accept new clients and in seven years I have fired four other clinics. This one has been through three owners since I was a child and when I told them I was NOT a new client and that I used to see Dr. First Vet and Dr. Second Vet, it didn’t count. Every office should have “comment cards” for receptionists.
So, today I got back to pulling vines off my siding and trimming grass with the grass trimmer on my hands and knees around the chain link run attached to the house so the dogs can randomly come in when they have to go poo poo and out when then don’t. Of course because of my minor accident with the hedge trimmer, every time Paul hears the grass trimmer he comes out and gives me a lesson on the difference between the guard and the handle. Today there was wild Grape Vines, Virginia Creeper, some weird vine with purple flowers, three leaf clusters and red berries and ivy that I had to rip off the fence and then get down and cut the grass next to the fence which is a pain in the derriere because I want to get the grass but not the wire, which would break the blades.
Then, I looked down and noticed that I was on my hands and knees in a mess of poison ivy. We don’t get along well at all. If I walk by it and the wind blows towards me I get poison ivy and I get it bad. To make things worse, I’m allergic to prednisone. So, the clippers are still out there for Paul to go get tonight and I had two showers today.
Well, I have to go look at the puppy cam at http://www.dunhamlakeaustralianterriers.com so that I can make sure that my new puppy (the yellow collar in the older litter) is getting snuggled.
Noodles

Summer

opening spring & pink 003Summer… Wonderful weather here in upstate New York this year. I just can’t bring myself to start bringing in some income by putting my left-over store things on line. I did put some online in the beginning of June but then went up to our camp and put a message up that I was on vacation and forgot until yesterday to remove the message. People must think I take LONG vacations. But, too bad because I’m going on vacation next week again!
I’ve been working around the house (literally – because I did half of the front today) outside. I got a wonderful pair of grass clippers that run for at least three hours prior to having to recharge them so that I can trim several trees without hurting them. (The trees). I just remember to put on my knee pads and out I go. But, then I have to get the clippers to cut the suckers and a few of the lower brances so Billy can get under them to mow with his mower.
We live in a house that was built in 1887 so I assume that the trees were planted at the same time. They are huge and it breaks my heart to see branches come down or the trees themselves come down in a windstorm. The drumlin that we live on has always a breeze and when it blows, it blows. Earlier we lost a blue spruce to the wind, then a huge arbor vitae and a few branches from the black ash and the maples. Then the town of Huron came and removed several branches so they wouldn’t fall on wires which unbalanced them so that now more branches come down. But they are still lovely and I want to measure a maple and send it in to the record tree size place. This was a good start to the trimming this year.
So several weeks ago I started to work. I dead-headed the rhododendrum (which is about 10 foot tall). Is that what it is called? I know I am a deadhead. Well, it felt like I was picking apples and took two days, then I cut down all of the lilac bushes that were merged into the rhododendron and started using the electric trimmers on the yew beneath the windows which open out unless they are in the way. Unfortunately I thought the guard was the handle so that too care of working outside for a while with 6 slices down my left middle finger and a brace for the fracture.
All healed now, and forbidden to use the hedge clipper for a while by my husband I started removing the vines from the house. I started with the Virginia Creeper. I pulled and pulled until I was across the yard – I just couldn’t believe that they were around our upstairs windows and all over the roof on the screened in porch and up and down the white burch. Kind of fun to try to get them without breaking them. Then I went for the wild grape and felt like Tarzan’s Jane swinging on the arbor vitae. Even though it is a non-native species, I didn’t remove the ivy unless it covered the windows.
I clipped stray saplings and a few hedges and called my nephew to put everything in a pile. I think he will soon be rich.
For the front of the house I started with the cedar tree which is close to my office. My office used to be sunny and I really wanted it that way again so I clipped as high as I could then climbed out the bedroom window and stood on the porch roof to get the higher branches that were brushing the house. As long as I was up there I swept about three inches of dirt off (even found some earthworms!) and removed the moss. Tomorrow I will the tackle the forsythia covering another of my office windows. Again I have called in the troops to help put branches and vines in a pile.
Last week I had trimmed the grass under my climbing rose bush because it had started sprouting all over and I wanted to save as many sprouts as I could.
My daughter brought over morning glories and spread them under horse manure around two tree trunks so I have been busy watering the “green spaghetti”.
Meanwhile I started to move my wicker that should be sold to the second story of my barn and spotted a tiny kitten but couldn’t catch it! I’ve been putting out food but we have so many hawks that I am pretty sad. Especially since we had to put our cat Cady down for kidney stones that very same day.
All this, of course, means that I haven’t touched my paperwork or my blogging.
Good news: I’m getting a new Australian Terrier! I know this means four small dogs but I haven’t had an Aussie for so many years and this breeding was just the one I wanted. The sire is from Finland and the dam from Sweden so perhaps I can get out of the health problems. She was born on July 27 and I can fly out to Wisconsin to pick her up the end of September and I am very, very excited. She is from Dunham Lake Australian Terriers and if you wish to see her then just go to their web site and click on to the web cam and on even numbered days she is the one with the yellow collar. This home kennel picks themes for each litter and this theme was the show “cheers”. They call her Carla. Only they spelled it Karla with a K. So, I looked that up on Google and there is a nice song called “Karla with a K” by the group called the Hooters. So I’m going to call her Hooter.
Meanwhile in our spare moments when we have been on vacation we have been looking for a piece of waterfront property to call our own. After finding one and having the loan approved the bank says “Oops! We made a mistake and raised the interest rate 3 points so we need to think of that investment for a while.
So, obviously I’ve been busy and thought I would let you all know that I still have in the back of my mind that I am supposed to be blogging.
Oh, I did have company from New Mexico for a week two weeks ago. We call each other sister and brother and we graduated together. I think he is my best friend and I believe it is such a good thing to be able to say one thing and the other person’s eyes light up because they know exactle what you mean. By the time he left he had huge circles under his eyes because we stayed up until anywhere from 3 am to 4 am each night. At least I could take a nap while he was driving his 89 year old mother around to see her friends. It really was a blast.
So, I think that most news is good news here my friends and if I make it through a couple more weeks I’ll be back with you. I miss you.
Noodles!