Monday, March 30, 2015
There was a lot of this going on, of course:
Mama and babies continue to do well.
On Saturday, I found a faaaaabulous wicker chair at a resale shop. SOMEONE promptly took it over:
The weather continues to be CRAP but I did manage to get the front gardens netted, and just in time, too, because this morning there was a herd of damn deer grazing in the yard. (In the wintertime, when there's snow on the ground, they tend to stay down by the creek and in the more heavily wooded areas. Once the snow melts and the grass is showing, they're back in the neighborhood for easy grazing. *sigh*)
On Sunday I was supposed to meet an acquaintance for lunch, but she was a no-show, which ... really? In this age of cell phones and texting and pm-ing and everything else, I think not showing up to something is just not something that should be done. HARUMPH.
But! With the extra time, I managed to paint another Bob! Ross! Masterpiece! Ha. Not as good as the first one, but still not too shabby if I do say so myself. *cough*
Museum of Bad Art, here I come!
Now I haz a question: Where do you stand on the whole not-showing-up thing? I'm inclined to cross her off the list, so to speak, of potential lunch dates, because it really irked me to be stood up. Even though she apologized, profusely, afterward, I'm just not inclined to cut a lot of slack to someone I wasn't really friends with to begin with. Too harsh? Or justified? Enquiring minds want to know.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Six hours old:
One day old:
As I said yesterday, I was NOT expecting babies this soon. I was thinking an April delivery. I swear, the more I foster, the more these cats surprise me. "Surprise! KITTENS!"
Now I know why Honey wasn't eating very much - She didn't have anyplace to PUT it. I'll tell you what, she is eating like a CHAMPEEN now that those babies are out.
She had the babies on a folded blanket underneath a dresser. I had plenty of nesting spots set up, and I would have preferred she use one of those, but I don't know if there is a mama cat in the history of mama cats who has ever chosen the "preferred" birthing area. I'll put fresh bedding under there this weekend.
Mama and babies. Pretty as a picture.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
BREAKING NEWS! I had this post about Honey all set to go this morning, except! When I went in to the foster room, she was busy HAVING KITTENS! Yes, that's right, our dear Honey child is having her kittens TODAY!
So! Right now she has four: Two orange, one gray/black tabby, and one tortie. Whew! I'm not sure if she's done yet or not, although I'm sure she's HOPING she's done!
Okay, so, first, let's go back to the regularly scheduled post, which I actually composed yesterday. Here we go:
Yes, Honey is still ensconced in the foster room. She has lots there to entertain her:
She's a funny little thing. Even though she was raised in a house with other cats and was crated with another cat when she first came into rescue care, when one of MY cats peeks into the room, she reacts by trying to attack. She'll CHARGE right at the screen door and BAM right into it, so hard that it would fly open if I didn't keep it latched.
Maybe she's thinking, "It was a MALE CAT just like YOU who did this to me!" Ha.
If I've been petting one of my cats and then go into the foster room, and she smells my hand, she starts to HISS at it.
Calm down, Honey. It's just the hormones talking.
Oh! And when I head toward the door, she will run to get between me and it and start hissing and yowling, like she's going to prevent me from leaving.
Funny Honey. She does appreciate a good head-scritching, though.
She's definitely showing now:
When will she deliver? I have no idea. She came to my house on March 8, meaning she got pregnant some time before then, and she was showing a little tummy then, so the knock-up date was probably at least a week before that. Average cat gestation is 65 days, but this is her first (AND ONLY) pregnancy, so she may hold on a little longer, although she's so petite it may indicate an earlier delivery. Bottom line is, I have NO IDEA when Mama may pop, or how many kittens she may have. First pregnancies often result in only one or two kittens, although I had TWO first-time mamas last Spring who each delivered SIX, so who knows?
Okay! Now! Back to today! I WAS going to have a contest, a name-the-delivery-date type of thing, but obviously Honey beat me to the punch. I swear, she LOOKED like she had a little ways yet to go, but I guess she thought differently, which just goes to prove that I know NOTHIN' about birthin' no babies. Ha.
I'll keep you guys posted, and I'll have photos soon.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
I've been trying to teach myself to paint for a long time. A VERY long time. The one place around here that offered lessons was largely self-directed, which didn't help me very much, and is no longer around. So I've been slogging along on my own, trying (and failing) to figure out things like perspective and shadows and, you know, ART stuff.
I am big on blue. Skies and water, man, they're my favs.
Work in progress:
I just didn't seem to be getting any better. I've seen ninth-graders crank out better art. Like, way better.
So I bought a DVD. A Bob Ross DVD.
I guess Bob Ross used to be big on PBS? He had, like, a series? Either my local station didn't carry it or I didn't watch it, because I was not familiar with Bob Ross. But when I put "learn to paint" into the search bar on ebay, up popped a LOT of Bob Ross.
Sunday was the big day. I plopped down in the middle of the living room with my canvas, my brushes, my paints, and some accomplices:
popped in the DVD, and went to work. With Bob Ross, you go step-by-step. Look at how awesome those mountains in the background look! I PAINTED THAT!:
Here is the finished product:
I need to work on my clouds, and the bottom right is a little ... busy ... but I think this painting is AWESOME!
On the wall:
Dear Bob Ross: Your method WORKS. I love you. Ha.
Monday, March 23, 2015
I woke up this morning and the fronts of my thighs* were KEEEEEEELING me. It feels like a horse kicked me in my thigh-fronts*, repeatedly.
I ... I have no explanation for this. I have narrowed it down to two things:
1. I did a new workout on Saturday. But it was a LAME workout, a Jillian-lite, and after I got done I was all, like, is that all there is? So I kind of doubt it was the workout.
2. I did a painting (wait till you see it!) yesterday morning. The only space I have to paint these days is on the coffee table in the living room, which involves sitting on the floor with my legs folded under me. I was like that for approximately an hour and a half. But, seriously? Could sitting wrong have created this incredible pain the next day? Guys, I can hardly walk.
Of course, there could be a thing the third, but I honestly can't think of anything else I did over the weekend that would invoke this level of pain.
Sucks getting old, is all I have to say right now. Thigh pain. Bah.
*actual anatomical term.
Friday, March 20, 2015
I was scanning through the Sunday flyers the other day when I came across the Sears ad. "Gee," I thought, "Those pants look rather ... unfortunate. Why are they so short?"
First off, these pants in the Sears ad are really ill-fitting - check out the bunching in the crotchal area and the way the pockets jut out in the above photo. AND they are too damn short. Back in MY day (heh), we called them highwaters. Highwaters are really popular with the elderly, who fear tripping over their pant hems and falling. My Mom, as she got older, would cuff her pants halfway up her calves so as to avoid an inadvertent fall.
But! Evidently highwaters are a thing now, because Sears is calling them "ankle pants", and it's not elderly people who are modeling them but considerably younger models. Who presumably will not understand if somebody MY age yells out "Hey, when's the FLOOD coming?" as they pass by.
Ankle pants. What WILL they think of next? Bell bottoms? Oh, wait, bell bottoms already came back - a couple of times. Overalls? I actually saw some overalls in a store this past weekend. It's like we are doomed to repeat the fashion faux pas of the past, over and over again.
Too bad I already threw out all of my seventies-era polyester running shorts.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Back in the seventies, there was a made-for-TV movie called "The Homecoming". It featured the Walton family and spawned the series 'The Waltons".
In the movie, set in the Depression, the dad has had to take a job out of town and the family is waiting for him to come home for Christmas. At one point in the movie, the mother, Olivia, goes into the root cellar to get some potatoes or something, and comes back with a blooming Christmas cactus she had put away the previous winter and forgotten about.
"Would you look at that?!", she marvels to the children. "Blooming in the deaaaaaaad of winter!"
This morning, at my house:
Not to be outdone, the hibiscus decided to put its two cents in:
Blooming in the deaaaaaaaad of winter.