Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Trouble with Instagram?

Just Update on the App Store❣
It took me two tries, but now everything works❣
Still trying to figure out why our electricity was out for three hours yesterday. I called to report it at 4:00 pm. At 7:00 pm we were almost in the dark, so I phoned again. Five minutes later we had light❣

Hmmm. 
How coincidental is that?

Think they forgot to flip our switch?

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery


Back 40 years ago, my "best friend" had a copy made of my antique ring that my aunt gave to me when I was 13 years old. When I mentioned this to my mom, she said to me, "Imitation is the highest form of flattery." But I never was quite sure how to feel about my BFF "stealing" my jewelry style. I got over it. I still wear my ring and have for over 50 years. The "best friend" didn't stick around that long. Maybe she found someone else to copy.

Speaking of copying, one of my final student jobs in college back in 1970 was as assistant to a professor of English at my university. Most of my peers thought that I helped grade/score multiple choice tests and read essays for spelling and grammar mistakes. But my most intensive task (for $1 an hour) was to check essays and written projects for plagiarism. Since Google didn't come into existence until the late 1990's, all I could do was check footnotes with books/ magazines. (Remember those crazy things that we had to manipulate on mostly manual typewriters at the bottom of the pages of our papers and also the superscript numbers to signal you to look down at them? Grrrr)

So for two semesters I spent lots of hours in the air-conditioned university library paging through hundreds of books about Shakespeare (England's most infamous plagiarizer) and many other English language related books or magazines. Thanks to footnotes which were required back then, I checked whether direct quotes were punctuated correctly with quotation marks and whether indirect quotes were paraphrased but still documented with footnotes. And I looked for language/style that read as EL (Encyclopedia Language). As a university senior in English Education, my employer and I thought that I could recognize words and writing style that did not quite fit writing for my underclassmates. (Chuckle, chuckle!) A Google search would have made my job more accurate and far more enjoyable. But that luxury did not exist. Nor did any computer.

But computer searches do exist today. You can be assured that I am not the only one who uses them to check sources/facts.

I don't even earn $1 an hour, but I find out if what I read and hear is "original" or maybe just a very good copy.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Wasps😡 and Heat😡

Don't know which is worst. 

This unbearable heat or stinging wasps!

Can't get ahead of the weeds, since working outside in the early mornings is too humid.

I won't work outside in the middle of the day, since I will surely get sun stroke.

And beginning a yard job that is impossible to finish in an hour is not what I like to do after supper

Can't use my swollen hand/arm from a wasp sting as excuse much longer.



I'm doomed😩


Friday, June 24, 2016

Recycle It--Strange Country Folks

Why do some folks who live out in the country next to huge forests and fields throw their garden/lawn compost into the weekly trash pick-up?

When we lived in The Netherlands, we lived next door to really nice Dutch neighbors who at one time had been real farmers. After retiring, they still lived in the farmhouse and had a veggie garden, a couple of ponies, a dog, and a flower garden. But they threw their garden waste in the weekly trash pick-up.

In the early 2000's, our Dutch village garbage and compost pick-up became a paid service. We were charged by the weight of the garbage we left in our containers on pick-up day. I actually found this system quite challenging and interesting. We learned to separate our trash and to use recycling containers in the village for paper and glas. I don't remember about the metal recycling, so we must not have had much of that. 

Besides being issued a special garbage container coded especially for us so that we could be charged, we were issued a green container for compost/garden/lawn waste. We were also charged for that weight. Luckily our friendly gardener had already started a compost heap out behind our garage, so we never paid to dispose of that waste. It just rotted and turned into good stuff to be returned to the veggie garden or my flowerbeds. And as we lived at the end of a farm road, no one had any problem with our "heap." Not even us😘

I still wonder why our Dutch neighbors paid to send their compost and twigs to the village compost center. Well, this morning I went to deposit real trash for today's pick-up and saw that my neighbor here in the US was doing the same as my former neighbor in The Netherlands.

We live out in the "sticks," folks, and they were leaving bags of sticks, dirt, and garden waste for the garbage collectors. 😩😩😩

Duh❣Should I show my neighbors my compost heap out behind our barn?


Monday, June 20, 2016

What a Big Snout You Have, Flippy

Yesterday our 6 year old beagle Flip decided to go north when I went south while taking our morning walk. 

Needless to say, I was worried that he had escaped again. But he is a roamer and a hunter, so I knew he would eventually come back home. And come back home, he did. Scarcely able to put two legs in front of the back two, he ambled in around lunch time. Filthy dirty and with a visibly swollen nose and mouth! 

When my hub washed our pup, all went reasonably well. Then I tried drying his head, and there was a long cry of pain that broke my heart. After watching Flip try to put his head down on the tight and swollen face on his bed, I decided that something must have bitten him while he was out in the dark woods behind our house. 

Whenever we show signs of allergy, we take 


So after reading on the Internet that it is safe to give dogs Benadryl (diphenhydramine), we gave Flip a teaspoon of his favorite peanut butter with one little pink pill (25 mg) hidden inside. 

Not just any allergy medicine will be safe, but the one pictured above should not hurt. The ingredients are pretty straight-forward on the package and the website. 

After the first pill ( dosage=1 mg per pound of pup), the swelling was still there, but Flip could rest and showed signs of being hungry and thirsty. I fed him soft canned food early in the afternoon, but by evening he was ready for something to put his teeth into. Before I went to bed, I gave him one more 25 mg tablet with PB, and we all slept like lambs. 

Today Flip's snout still looks a bit like some other breed of dog, but he is back to his old self ready to chase an orange tennis ball or even escape into the wild.



Sunday, June 19, 2016

My Dad's First Father's Day/Birthday Gift--Me❣

My daddy wrote the following letter to my maternal grandparents on his 25th birthday and a day after I was born in 1948. Thought that you might enjoy reading a bit of my family history that I have been carrying around in my keepsakes since my mom gave it to me in the early1960's. 

I will transcribe the letter after my photo of it.



Transcription:

At Home (Pardon Me, I mean "Hospital")
June 23, 1948

Dear "Grandma Ridge":

Just tho't I'd let you folks know that I am only one day old, but this world is no stranger to me. I'm getting used to it already. Beginning to see how things look on the outside. I got tired of the "dark".

I came into this "new world" last nite, June 22nd at 8:55. I caused my Mother quite a bit of suffering and my Daddy quite a bit of worry, but I finally got born. My Daddy said he didn't know if I was worth it or not, but you just wait about 6 months from now and see what he says.

They finally took me in to see my Mother this morning about 11 o'clock. I think she kinda tho't I was cute. My Pop did too. I haven't got a good look at that rascal yet. Kinda anxious to see him up close too.

Aunt Doris stayed with my Mother last nite. She ( my Mom) is all right tho' so don't worry. Think my Pop will take good care of her. Well, Grandma, just tho't I'd let you know of my "arrival". Tell "Grand Pa" "Hello" for me. We'll be seeing you when I get strong enough to travel.

Love, your new "granddaughter", "Linda Cheryl" (over)

P.S. How about coming down here to see me if you can. My Mom & Pop said they would be glad to have you. They'll find time to spend with you maybe, if I don't take too much of it. They'll have plenty room for you. Come on down to see me. Be glad to see my other "Grandma".

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Never Ending Boxwood Story

(This is a photo from October 2014.)

After planting 143 boxwood plants in the mud and rain yesterday, I have had it❣

Trying to replace some dead plants along the walkpaths and replant well over 100 plants that did not make it through a drought a couple of autumns ago, I have had it❣

My dogs love sniffing in the muddy soil around the fresh plants and lying on the weed-free areas. Raccoons and armadillos will be checking out the new plants for exposed worm families.

Maybe tomorrow the areas under water will be dry enough for me to finish my boxwood planting.

Then, I've had it❣That is until my hub gets back from his "business" trip and trims the mature boxwoods. Then we can begin rooting new plants.

Just in case these new plantings don't make it😩
(We planted over 250 plants back in the autumn of 2014. This is a photo of our hard work then.)

I Have Had It😘