Friday, August 30, 2013

Sunflowers


In the garden
I thought these were the fuzzy, teddy-bear variety, but they are the Mexican type

Early evening haziness

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Beware

This must part of the liberals hidden agenda. First they take your guns, then they come for the pee. Deer first, but who is next???
Such a slippery slope

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

This and That

   First off--he's having a blast. His only negatives concern the food. Long waits in line, skimpy servings, too expensive. I told him it will get better once things settle down, when he learns the best times for eating, and when he figures out which cafeterias have the best meals. Then I told him that I read there's a pizza place that accepts the meal card....
  Rusty is doing a bit better. He may be thinking that with Walt gone, he's moved up a rank in the family. He went to Walmart with us, but didn't understand having to wait in the car. Yesterday, for the first time in a couple decades, Ken and I ate  in front of the television. We put Rusty's bowl in there, too, so we could all sit together. When I didn't feel like having lunch, Ken made hotdogs for himself and Rusty.
  It's dreary and drizzley here. My only goal for the day is to mop the kitchen floor. Then we might go poke around the antique stores. Too bad dogs aren't allowed.
Almost finished blooming
Pretty, but smells odd
Read the last sentence. Fresh foam? Yeah, right. Try "like living in a vat of chemicals".
Green, lumpy gravy--our favorite
Waiting for Dad at WalMart
The autumn sedum is just beginning to...yuck. I don't want to think about it.

  

Monday, August 26, 2013

The Following Two Days

.....were horrible. It seemed like time stood still. I cleaned, organized closets, and burned trash. I took Rusty for a dozen walks. I cried with Ken. I watched 3 hours of Supernanny--a very stupid show.
Just an empty nest now
We feel the same, Rusty
  Things are a bit better today. He texted us this morning to say he was walking to class in the rain. Mondays will be tough, as he'll be in class and lab for almost seven hours.
  ETA: He liked all his teachers. His calculus prof has a French accent. He doesn't like the food much. He lives in the dorm that's farthest from the academic buildings--it took him 15 minutes. His Biology class has about 100 kids in it. He promised that he wore his glasses. He was paired with a kid who did nothing during the lab, so W had to do it all. He promised not to eat only a chocolate pastry for lunch tomorrow.

Moving Day

Walking and talking to Rusty
 We survived. I didn't even cry when we left him, just teared up a bit. He seemed very happy.
I think I was singing to him here
Teeny-tiny

Saturday, August 17, 2013

There's No Place Like Home

Slug Duplex?
  I'm guessing that this is a nest  for one of the speckled behemoth slugs in our yard; the rainbow bright slime trail hardened to a sheer plastic is too familiar. Of course, I poked a stick in it to see what the inner white walls were.  It seemed rubberish. I wonder if there are any sane animals that eat these gross things.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Taughannock State Park

Note the orange tipped leaves, it was 48 degrees yesterday morning
Doesn't it appear he's purposefully letting Rusty drink that dirty water?

Checking out the alien rock piles
33 feet taller than Niagara Falls
Perfect place for a bear's den
Signature sideburns
Tallest waterfall east of the Rockies
  We went to Taughannock park yesterday. It's on Cayuga lake, not far from Ithaca. I tried to imagine how beautiful it would have been(even tho it's still gorgeous today) when the Cayugas were there; it's only a mile hike from the lake to the waterfall. One of the signs there said that a group of Cayugas there were the only few that survived the massacre ordered by George Washington, and carried out by the murderous General Sullivan. I can't believe Elmira has a whole park dedicated to such a killer.
  Cayuga Lake was more peaceful than Seneca or Keuka, at least the side we were on. It didn't seem to have as many homes built right on the edge of it.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Choke-Cherry ?

 There are bushes/small trees growing all along the road up the hill from the driveway.  There's one next to our front flowerbed. I think they're choke cherries. They're not chokeberries, that I know. Ken's mom is terrified I'll make jelly with them, even though I told her  I won't--I'm trying to figure out who could tell me for sure--like a county ag type place. Carole said they were.
  We'd just finished our daily walk today, when I heard a car driving by. It slowed down, then I heard what sounded like gravel being poured, then again a few seconds later,  and then it sped off. I couldn't see what it was, tho, because of the trees . I wish I'd jumped into the car to try to chase it down, because I think it was the cat crap jerk.
Choke Cherry or Poison-Berry?
Did you know coneflowers smell very sweet? I had no idea.
Remember this? It used to be the death-by-pricker patch. I think we're going to tear the back deck off and rebuild a small one here with the usable boards, then put a new one out back.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Texas Hots--The Review

 First, no one in TX would have the sense to name this hotdog after their beloved state.  The weenies were of a pink that seems to suit toenails more so than meat. The sauce, secret or not, looked like brown-green, watery diarrhea with a load of onions on top. It tasted sour, beanish, with a hint of relish. The milkshakes( $3.25 each) were watery, more milk than  ice cream with a couple squirts of chocolate syrup. The french fries had to have been from the bottom of a fryer full of vintage oil; they were the cheap, shoestring variety cooked to a very dark brown.  Let's just say burned. The 3 of us couldn't swallow more than one fry each. The restaurant was cute, with cool looking tin ceiling tiles. It looks like a popular place, but that just makes me wonder what the people eat the rest of the week that makes them crowd the place on weekends. We didn't try the Texas hamburger--but apparently it's burger meat folded inside a hot dog bun. We barely made it to K Mart's restroom...
The zoo docent told us that the orangutans' hill doesn't have termites in it.  They poke their sticks in it to get strawberry jello. Sure beats a Texas Hot.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Woodchuckapalooza

   The woodchucks now outnumber us by far. They're everywhere.  The ones in the front yard are now peeking in the basement windows. Maybe they've learned this is the place where they'll not be shot while nibbling clover. Maybe it's because someone  put out piles of greens behind the shed(their original domicile). They've only destroyed the radishes and one borage plant, and now spend their afternoons rolling their fat bellies around in the flowerbed. This one is Rusty's arch nemesis.
This reminds me of the "Hang In There" kitten poster that  hung in every single room in my college dorm.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Glad Time

 The gladiolas have started to bloom. So far they're solid red, a deep purple, and this one. I can't remember if I had this color last year.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Chemung County Fair

Can't remember his name, but he definitely wanted me to take him home to run around our yard and eat lots of treats.
 We spent yesterday in Elmira. Grandma B wanted Walt to experience a county fair. It was a great day--good weather, lots of expensive, greasy food, exotic animals to pet, and many barnyard animals to see and smell. As you all know, walking through a barn and smelling hay and manure is something I really enjoy. I spent a long time in the poultry barn, trying to decide the types of chickens I'd like have someday. I also realized I have no desire to own goats or pigs, though a miniature cow might be a good companion for my  alpacas.
Look what Ken and I bought! We thought it would be a fun past-time while Walt's away.  I let him get the studded bag, and he let me personalize my helmet!
Sorry, pigs. I can't muster up any special feelings for you guys, although you and Rusty would have fun snuffling around the yard.
I think this is a watusi.

Why does he look like a freaky David Letterman? Maybe off the coast from Beaumont/Port Arthur, but not Fiji! The "wild little people" are just toddlers in fruit- of- the- looms.
She's probably a mannequin. Have no idea why the painter's there.
Walt claims this is most likely a dog with mange.
I've always wanted a Polish poofy head, but honestly- they all seemed very diabolical to me, (and I spent a long time with them)
 I'm positive Sesame Street's Big Bird was based on her.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Rochester Zoo

 We went to Rochester Tuesday.  The zoo is tiny; we walked it in just over an hour. The nice part about it, though, is that you can see the animals up close. The bird house is just one large room, and the birds walk all around you. It was odd to see how the zoo is right next to a small neighborhood on one side, and the Genesee River on another. The houses were virtually next door.  I bet they hear some cool sounds at night.
The landscaping was gorgeous. Whatever that is, I want it. (Balloon flower?)
This little guy was a nut. He wandered all over the place like a drunkard, and if one of them knocked it off his head, he'd grab it and put it back on. A really big, old one walked up and knocked a baby out of the box, then sat and held the box so no one else could sit in it. We all know that type, right?
They never moved--I suspect they're stuffed...
I'd never seen a polar bear before, so I was at first excited.
10 to 15 minutes later, he shifted to this position...
I love the ladies' faces. All the men that walked up nonchalantly looked around, then sneaked  a pic with their phones.