Sandy, the stray cat we seem to have adopted, is the least independent, most affectionate cat I've known. He isn't happy unless a human is holding/pettin
Two nights ago, I was sitting at my art desk, painting some art for our store. My chair is almost three feet from the corner of the foot of my bed. FOUR TIMES that silly cat launched himself off the bed and landed claws-first on my back! Since I was wearing a cotton nightgown (it was after midnight), all those claws went into my back. Oh, but that burned! Happily, I managed to keep painting without making a mistake each time.
Tonight, Sandy tried the same trick, but I was wearing a heavy pullover, so he was able to actually get hold of me when he landed. Once firmly on my back, he decided to sit on my right shoulder and watch me paint. (My left shoulder is inaccessible, as I tilt my head to the left when painting.) b After a while, he laid down on my shoulder and purred against my ear. I guess watching me paint got boring after a while, because he decided that my ear lobe was a cat toy, and started batting and biting it. I kept painting, and after five or ten minutes, he turned his attention to the hair twisty in my ponytail. He chewed that for a bit, then got really creative. With one paw anchored in the twisty, he got hold of my earlobe with the other paw (claw), and started chewing the top of my ear. When I still just kept painting, he finally gave up and took off to sleep on the big chair in the kids' room.
We have a really low-growing apple tree in the back yard, just outside my office window. I've been trying to get the boys to try climbing it since we moved in. This evening, Tommy climbed it!
I took a bunch of pictures of his first ascent. After a while, I had to go lift him down. Since then, he's been up and down on his own four or five times (at least). He loves it!
It's been an interesting weekend, starting with finding out our nearest neighbor is a registered child sex offender.
Friday, a deputy came by the house to warn us that he was living there, because the deputy knew we have small kids. He asked us to call right away if we saw the neighbors come home. He said the had a whole stack of what he called "really bad" warrants for the guy.
So, Lewis and Brett went to work around 11 for 3rd shift. They told me to call the cell phone if the neighbor came home and they'd call it in. Okay, I can make a phone call, but whatever. About 11:30, I saw a light go on next door. I usually see headlights when they get in, but none this time. I called Brett, and she called the cops.
A little after 2 AM, when the house next door was totally dark, I heard a loud banging and shouting. I looked out, and the neighbors' house was surrounded with headlights and cops walking around with flashlights. They were pounding on his doors so hard that I went to double check that they weren't actually pounding on our door. They were shouting that they knew he was in there, and he'd better open the doors, and that the warrants they had said they could use force to get in if they had to. This is what I heard with the windows closed, mind you.
So, curious person that I am, I opened my bedroom windows and sat on my bed, where I had a clear view of the whole thing through the window. After about 15 minutes of that, they got in. I think they were let in. By 3 AM, the cops were all gone. I could see the guy's girlfriend moving around in the house, but that was all.
Brett called the cops back to be sure that they had actually found and removed him. With all the trouble they went to, we all figured it was worth the effort to be sure it was safe.
Yesterday afternoon, the guy's car showed up, so Brett called one more time. He's being held without bail (as in denied bail, not as in couldn't come up with it).
Who needs cable? We have no real idea what the warrants are for, but I'm not upset that he's gone.
I feel a need to rant.
I'm looking at all these art galleries on Elfwood, some mostly done with traditional media, others mostly done with digital media.
I'm noticing that the majority of traditional media artists are APOLOGIZING for not using "fancy" computer programs!
What's up with that??? When did a really, truly, hand-drawn/pai
I draw with a pencil. Once I draw a picture, it may stay pencil, it may get outlined in ink and colored with colored pencils or markers, it may get outlined in ink and painted with watercolors or acrylics, it may just get colored without the outlining, or it may get painted without outlining. Only on the most rare occasions have I drawn something just so I could color it on the computer.
I take HUGE satisfaction from creating with traditional media. I also prefer to see pieces done in traditional media. I'm not even thrilled with newer animated shows and movies, since they went digital.
When did the computer become better than the pen, pencil, or brush?
Can anyone please explain that to me???
We've had a truly great day!
Today was the library group's field trip to the local orchard. The boys and I rode with Jennifer and Jamie, so the kids starting having fun before we even got there.
While we waited for the group ahead of us to get done with their tour, we all had cookies and cider in the apple barn.
We road a hay wagon, pulled by a tractor, out across the orchard to the pumpkin patch. The guide showed the kids the pumpkins, the prickly vines, the flowers, and some unripe pumpkins. Each child (and parent) got to pick at least one small pumpkin to take home. Then they were set loose in a patch of gourds, and told to take as many as they could carry (us grownups, too). The carrying was aided by net bags the guide handed out to everyone, so there were lots and lots of gourds going home.
After the pumpkin patch, we rode the wagon to the cornfield. On the way, we stopped to say hello to several cows who are about to be mommies, and a few very new calves. The kids were able to see one calf nursing. Tommy asked about the plastic ear tags, so the guide explained about the computer chips they use to identify the cows.
At the cornfield, each person was allowed to pick two ears of Indian corn. Some ended up with extra ears, as well. (I asked permission to get several extra ears for Cheyenne.) Those also went into net bags to take home.
After the cornfield, we rode the wagon back to the apple barn, where each person got to pick a ripe, red apple from the trees at the edge of the orchard. There were more apples that the group leader handed out afterward, as well, along with little coloring books.
After we left the orchard, Jen and I took the kids to lunch at McDonald's. Some of their other friends were already there, so the lot of them had a great time climbing and sliding in the indoor playplace.
We went back to Jen's house, got our car, and came home. Brett and I arranged a lot of our corn, pumpkins, and gourds in baskets to decorate the diningroom table, the coffee table, and a side table in the dining room. I tied some corn into a bundle and hung it from a nail on our front door. Brett took a couple of corn ears and a couple of gourds that the boys purposely got for Cheyenne, since she's spending the evening over there. She also took a couple of ears and a couple of gourds to decorate Lia's grave.
I'm tired now, but it's a good tired. Today was fun.
I need a hug, but there's no one here I can hug right now. My eyes are still burning from crying. It hasn't been a good night.
Lewis and I had a huge fight, not a lot of yelling, no hitting, but really hurtful.
I was dealing with a discipline problem with the kids, he came in and tried to do things totally differently, including punishing the wrong kid. When I protested, he said I was trying to keep him from being a parent, going against him every time he tries, treating him like a retard.
It was as much the way he looked and moved as what he said. It really hurt, and it upset the boys. Tommy had already been crying because I'd yelled at Robby, and Lewis was pretty much punishing Tommy for that, as far as Tommy saw it.
I tried to go talk to Lewis in the livingroom. First he ignored me, then he laughed at me. When he tried to walk away, I tried to block his path and get him to listen, and he got really angry and left the house by the other door. Just to the yard, but...
I started crying, and couldn't stop. After a while, I heard him go by me to the kids' room, but I couldn't stop crying. When he came back, he said I needed to go put the kids toi bed. I was still crying. The tone he used was awful.
I finally stopped crying, and saw the clock, and it was 8:50. Then I was confused, because the kids go to bed at 9, so it wasn't like they were up late or anything. He was on the porch, and I went to talk to him. He said he had just decided they needed to be in bed then, he knew what time it was.
He went on for a while about the kids' cleanup routine hasn't been working ever since we moved here, which is true, and is what the original discipline problem was about. I told him that was true, but he couldn't just sweep in and change the rules without notice to anyone, especially when I was already handling it.
I think we made a tiny bit of progress in the few minutes after that, but I feel so numb and empty, and ready to start crying again.
He did say he loves me before he went up to bed, and that we'll talk tomorrow. I just really need to cry, about a lot more than what happened tonight, and I can't.
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I added several new illuminations to my private gallery this weekend, too. :)
I have new pictures at Elfwood!
Now I get to start watching the queue for the three I uploaded today. They were in the last batch, but the files were corrupted, or something, so it looked like they had borders that weren't there. I think I fixed the problems, though.
Hmmm... I wonder if anyone will post comments there?
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Hey, we're making progress!
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My new dragons should show up at Elfwood soon!
Things are busy. We're still getting settled in here.
We spent last evening putting up wood on the wall in an upstairs room, where the plaster was patched really badly, and putting down self-sticking floor tiles in the same room.
We planted day lilies in the corner of one of the front flower beds, to get rid of some of the icky red cedar mulch. We worked on clearing a bunch of brush that was pretty, but was choking the row of rose bushes along our front fence. We have a lot to do in the yard, since the former tenants here knew nothing about gardening, and let things run wild for the most part. The kids were pulling weeds in the empty flower beds, so we can get those cleaned out and plant some actual flowers.
We got a dog yesterday. Roxie. http://dkpalme
She's a rotweiler/shep
This afternoon is parent orientation at Tommy's school. I'm nervous. It's his first year, and I'm not certain what to expect.
Just checking up on my Elfwood ticket....
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Somehow, waiting for the Elfwood queue was easier when I was offline most of the time.
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And over at Elfwood....
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Some entries from the last week or two, cross-posted from elsewhere:
Lewis's daughter born, died. (16 views)
From: Debbie (DKPALMER) Aug-11 3:21pm
It's been a long, awful week.
Friday, Lewis's friend, Brett, had a baby girl. She had a lot of serious problems, and was airlifted to a hospital in another state. Lewis went down to be with the baby. The doctors did everything they could, including heart bypass surgery, but she died just after midnight on Sunday.
The funeral was yesterday. Tommy and Robby knew they had a baby sister, and that she was very sick. Telling them she died was hard. They took flowers to the church for her, and said goodbye.
I have a lot of issues connected with this, but for now, I'm just hanging in there for everyone else.
Lia Rachel Palmer
4 pounds, 2 ounces
August 5, 2005 - August 7, 2005
Daniel in a nutshell (15 views)
From: Debbie (DKPALMER) Jul-13 6:17pm
I promised to post about Daniel, but haven't had time to write it properly, so here's the short form.
Daniel's been living with us, but rarely home. His boyfriend came by a few weeks ago to be sure we were aware of their relationship. A day or two later, Daniel brought his girlfriend over for the same purpose.
A few days after that, Daniel borrowed a friend's pickup, with permission. When Daniel didn't return the truck after four days, his friend decided he no longer had permission to use it, and reported it stolen. He named Daniel as having stolen it.
Daniel showed up a few days after the warrant was issued (last Wednesday), when the truck ran out of gas, and Lewis took Daniel to turn himself in. Daniel was released on his own responsibility
The owner of the truck has been by the house several times, looking for Daniel. Apparently, he's not happy about Daniel's relationship with the boyfriend. Also, he made the mistake of lending Daniel a fair amount of money, and giving him a cell phone.
Happily, all the drama is all about Daniel for a change. I get to just watch this one. I kind of like that.
We moved. (17 views)
From: Debbie (DKPALMER) Aug-11 3:12pm
We hadn't planned to move, but we needed more space all of a sudden (more on that in a minute), and this was a terrific opportunity. We're about 10 miles closer to town, on a quieter road, with a HUGE, fenced yard. We have almost double the number of rooms, including a room just for my computer (once my desk gets here and I move it out of my room).
We're still moving things in, but we're actually living in the new house now. We really love it.
The house is an old farm house, with an upstairs. The layout is odd, with no halls, but it's nothing to bother us.
Okay, about the need for more space. Lewis's sister, Emma, and her son have come to live with us. Emma got married at the end of June. Her husband left for basic training the next morning. Since she's still a minor, she can't get base housing, so she needed a place to be. So far, it's going okay. She's a little immature, but she's only 16. She's trying to learn to be a good mom, I think. Anyway, we couldn't just have her on the couch for months on end, so we got a place with room for her and the baby to stay.
Although I hate moving, I think this is a good move for us.
Evangelism at infant's funeral (19 views)
From: Debbie (DKPALMER) Aug-11 3:56pm
I really want to hurt the minister who officiated at the funeral last night.
The idiot decided that a funeral for a two day old baby was the best possible time to convert her Pagan parents to Christianity. (The funeral was mostly for the benefit of her grandparents.)
He said first that the baby had to die because of the sin of Adam and Eve, and that there was nothing anyone could do to change that.
Then he said she died to bring her parents closer to Jesus. He said she was the lamb God set on the far side of the river to lead the lost sheep home. He even had the gall to say her parents should feel BLESSED because she died and went to be with Jesus, and that they should mend their ways so they can be with her in eternity.
This is the first time I have EVER wanted to interrupt a minister. It was all I could do to keep my seat. If I hadn't thought it would make a bad situation worse, I'd have told the SOB off right there!
After the funeral, he made sure to tell the mother that he had been trying to convert her and her boyfriend, and was pleased to welcome them to his church now!
I feel sick to my stomach every time I think of it!
New house pics, kid pics (1 views)
From: Debbie (DKPALMER) 3:59pm
I just put this together quickly, to share the pics we took today. The insidse of the house won't be ready for a camera for a good while, but here's the outside. There are 95 pics in all, up to 20 per page. The end of it sort of became the Tristan Show, so his dad can get some pictures, but I included them anyway.
Oh, and if anyone can ID any of the flowers, please let me know.
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Yes, I'm both bored and impatient. 150 places since breakfast is pretty cool, though.
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Moving along nicely. :)
The packing for the real life move is going along nicely, too.
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Not a bad start, for only 11 hours in the queue. :)
As soon as I'm fully awake, I need to get back to working on packing. I'm at that stage where it's hard to figure out what goes in each box. All the logical stuff is already packed, except the kids' toys, which will be done at the end of today.