Brothers And Sisters, I Bid You Beware Of Giving Your Heart To A Dog To Tear

 

He was fifteen years old, which is a good long life for a German Shepherd.  Just not long enough.

Caturday!

 

In other news, Minnie went missing Wednesday night - I was afraid she had bolted out the back door while we were running the hose out into the back yard.  Turns out she was hiding in the storage room under the porch.

She appeared this morning long enough to let me see what a terrible human she thinks I am, and went back into the storage room.  

It's Deja Vu All Over Again

The entire south end of town is flooded, along with our basement.  Let's see, when did this happen before?

Just to make things really bearable, we're supposed to get another storm tonight.

Vintage Knitting - Doll Bootees from the Workbasket

 

I spent eight hours yesterday at a seminar on mental health first aid for children and youth, and by the time I remembered I had not yet posted a Tuesday craft project, I was on my way to bed.

(We spent most of the afternoon on substance abuse and then suicide prevention, and it was a bit draining).

This is from a 50's vintage Workbasket magazine, "especially made for the young Miss who wants her doll dressed like a real baby."  Unfortunately I got it in a thrift shop haul that included a plastic bag of pages torn from various craft magazines, so I can't identify the issue.  EDITED TO ADD:  Blogfriend Martha located it - July of 1959 and it's available at the Internet Archive.   Thanks, Martha!

 Left-click to enlarge.

Quote of the Day

 

 

Whoever makes a garden

Has never worked alone;

The rain has alway found it,

The sun has always known. ~ Douglas Malloch

Welcome To The Midwest

 

A Civic Duty

 Apologies for the lack of posting - I am an election judge, and I've been working early voting this week.

Caturday!

 

Just Waiting on Issachar and Naphtali

 

We had four little boys lined up to read with Baldur the Wonder Dog at school this morning.  The first three were Elijah, Noah and Judah.

Target of Opportunity

 

Brian has been getting out of bed early to go to work, and someone is taking advantage.

(*corn and soybean harvesting with his BIL).

Welcome to Summer in the Midwest

 We will be under a "heat dome" until Thursday.

National Gardening Week

 

image from Swanson's Nursery.

A Cliche But He Pulled It Off

 He went as Fluffy the 3-Headed Dog and I was Hagrid.  Half the second grade came as Ron, Harry or Hermione, so he had his picture taken a lot.

Suggestions Welcome

 

Next Friday the elementary school where the Little Man and I volunteer is having a "Dress Up As Your Favorite Book Character" day.  I really need some good (achievable) ideas for the two of us.

Quote of the Day

 

Come when the rains

Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,

While the slant sun of February pours

Into the bowers a flood of light. ~ William Cullen Bryant

O Tempora, O Mores, O Hell

 

When the Little Man and I first started volunteering at three local elementary schools, I of course familiarized myself with their fire escape plans.  Because this is the United States of America, I also had to learn each school's protocol for Active Shooter drills.

And, because this is the United States of America in the year of Our Lord 2025, I now have had to learn what to do during an ICE raid.

Happy New Year's And A Short Hiatus

 

Over the holidays, I am the on call logistics manager for the regional response team, and we have been working a multi-unit fire up north since last Monday.  Although my role is a desk job and consists only of a) tracking vehicle use, b) sorting various documents pertaining to the shelter we are running and c) hounding people to submit their requisitions and receipts so I can get the books to balance, I am for some reason just plain bushed.

Blogging will resume next week.

Quote of the Day

 

To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting.  It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less. ~ Oscar Wilde

Quote Of The Day

 

Old Frost, the silversmith, has come
His crisping touch is on the weeds. ~ Charles Dawson Shanly

Quote Of The Day

 

photo by Justin Fogerty

Margaret, are you grieving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leaves, like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! as the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you will weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sorrow's springs are the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed.

It is the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for. ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins