Thursday, May 19, 2016

How I'm Spending My Mail Blog Vacation


 . . . and then there's me. Unable to read much, pen letters, draw pictures, hold a heavy camera or keep it steady, what's a body to do? 


Rescue drowning toads.


Only one out of three survived.


Chart the growth of pomegranates. This is the first year my three year old trees bore more than flowers. They have a peculiar corn chip scent, their thorns hurt like sewing needles but the leaves are soft and satiny, and the sun loves them the way a photographer swears light loves the contours of a beautiful woman's face. 


What's worse than being in pain on a night or morning when you cannot sleep? A persistently barking dog is what. Dogs bark. That's a part of what they do. This is what happens to such animals when their owners are cruel and lazy. They taped its muzzle shut! Skin and fur went the way of tape. I cannot explain the bloodshot eye. If man has dominion over the Earth and its contents, who has dominion over sorry ass pet owners? 


Erin convinced me Mila, the dog wasn't trying to get at me because that's what her breed does, she simply wanted me to rescue her. I put in several calls for rescue help. The single response: Houston's SPCA is overwhelmed with reports of animal abuse and are too understaffed to respond quickly. I suppose I could write a letter to several television stations or threaten to report them for not acting, but what good would it do? I felt partly responsible for asking the neighbor to control the barking according to our HOA rules. See the missing skin on Mila's nose? The missing fur along her mouth? Well, no one has investigated yet. 


I did a snail catch and release. They don't make the best models, and they're not slow at all. This girl's a whopper but she can move. 


Snail mail anyone? I look forward to the day I can sketch again. (grin) So many ideas flooded my mind's eye the moment she was unearthed! Her shell is a bit complicated but we can work around that.


Drunk on pollen? Was it too cold? 


It wasn't there when I checked twenty minutes later. 


Alex and I dug potatoes last week. Okay. Alex did most of the digging but I encouraged him. Oh. I planted the potato eyes that grew into potatoes. Friends and relatives laugh at my talk of harvesting out of season but what can I say? The proof is in the pot!


No, I'm not recommending this FLOW. No, I did not buy it.


Erin's throwing clay. She promised to make a special holder for my dip pens. Yes!


The muscadines and grapes take care of themselves, I thank God. 


You'd think a new Mac would mean a new wireless printer, right? Not so. I heart my old Epsons. JC went to the post office for me today and there was mail! I'll share the awesomeness in my next post. I miss mail but am no longer sad or depressed because I cannot revel or participate in writing/drawing/creating like before. There's a compromise on the horizon though. Soon, I hope.


I feel the way I imagine Moses felt when he picked up his staff, only mine is a cane that doesn't do much. Still and all, I cannot use it properly anyway. It does make me feel safer on our slippery tile floor. Try to imagine how useless it is when it's in my left hand and it's the right leg that needs support, although the bone spur on my left heel prevents me from swinging my hips when I walk. (grin) Okay, it's a lovely prop more than anything else, and does nothing to help an impinged nerve. It's like having the dictation feature on my Mac open but cannot understand my accent, so using it is pointless. Both are good future letter-writing fodder, yes?


So here I am. Don't really need my reading glasses, can't use scissors worth spit, need help putting on my charm bracelets, am too vain to pen letters because my penmanship stinks much worse than my pecking and not printing, but all is not lost. JC has to help me squeeze some of my lemons but I can still measure sugar! It has to chill before it's great lemonade though, so . . . See you around the mail box? And don't forget . . . No news is better than pathetic made up news. This is proof. This is also how I'm spending my mail blog vacation. Well, almost.

Be well.
  
A Lame Duck's cousin,
this Limner

P.S. I'm supposed to be good to go come summer. Yea!








18 comments:

  1. So glad to see posts from you!

    So heartbroken over poor Mila.

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    1. I hug you! Thank you.

      I talk to Mila through the fence but she never responds except to bark more fiercely and try harder to get at me. JC told me she sleeps on top of their patio table now that there's ground water from all the rain. I've called the Humane Society so often . . . They tape her muzzle and put her in the garage, so someone has let on that I've reported them for the abuse. Thanks for caring. Something will happen for Mila soon. I hope.

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  2. Wonderful pictures, and good to see a post from you. Good luck for the summer!

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    1. Thanks for liking my pictures! My brain isn't its old self lately. Pain meds and muscle relaxers blur my vision and mess with my brain, along managing the pain. :) I get a kick out of watching birds and a rat eat seeds. My how times have changed. LOL. But I'm learning bird anatomy. I'm counting my blessings too, and I am so very grateful for people like you. Letter writers are special. Thank you.

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  3. Limner!!!! I have been so worried about you and I am so happy to see this post and know you areOK (if not 100%). I will send you some "no guilt" mail as my friend Jennifer calls it. We can't have you with an empty mailbox. And I LOVE that charm bracelet. Take good care of yourself and I am so happy you posted. -- Pamela

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    1. Hugs!!! I was worried about me too, but you are a sweetheart for caring. I lost interest in pretty much everything beyond my bedroom door. Depression sneaks up on a body. Thanks for understanding.

      I like the very notion of "no guilt" mail. :) I feel rotten, guilty, depressed when I cannot reciprocate, and I hate writing about the depressing minutia of the days of my life. LOL! I think I like Jennifer!

      Pamela, thank you. As you can see, there's very little going on worth posting or writing about, but I would if I could. :)

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  4. I like how your garden grows, though I'm not too fond of your neighbour's dog keeping skill. Can you call the Humane Society?
    Erin's pottery is gorgeous. I've always wanted to try throwing clay. One day.

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    1. I've called the HS and animal rescue. Things are bad here with the animals affected by the floods. Some people actually left dogs tied up to guard their homes while they escaped. One poor dog was up to her neck in water--tied to a post!

      Thank you, on Erin's behalf. I hope you get to throw. I can only dream but dreaming is good. Hold on to "one day." It shows up when we least expect it. :)

      Are you a fan of nutsedge? They've taken over my first-ever garden. :) I think they're beautiful; they sell for $9.00 per gallon container at nurseries. Everyone around me thinks they're weeds. They're hard to get rid of so maybe I see why they think that way. How does YOUR garden grow?

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  5. Does that mean we can expect summer letters? I hope so; I miss my Limner mail!

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    1. From my heart to God's right ear. :) I have to use all the new stationery I bought last year. I owe you mail and I believe in paying my debts. Thanks for not giving up on me.

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  6. You are back! I had just discovered you through Jean's blog and you disappeared. I enjoy your writing. Watch your snail mail.

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    1. Well, hey! I'm sorry I fell down the rabbit hole but it was unavoidable. We're working hard to get me up and running again. I try to emulate Job but he didn't leave a manual. :) My right buttock is smaller than the left so even sitting is a pain in the butt. ;) I'm planning a comeback though. I have great doctors.

      Thank you for reading my posts. I appreciate it more than you know.

      Anticipation is good medicine. :) I cannot operate the scanner just yet, but a great show and tell is in my future.
      Blessings!

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  7. I'm sorry about the dog and I hope you get better soon . don't push yourself though . I have been so busy putting in tomatoes and actually put in two side flower gardens about three months ago and they are full and so are our tomatoes . They actually have green tomatoes already .not much else going on here .kudos and much love headed your way

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    1. Hug yourself for me! The only things left in my garden are collards, a handful of potatoes Alex and I missed, and some flowers. :) The figs are getting ripe; the grapes, muscadines, and pomegranates are tired of all the rain. I loved reading about your tomatoes and flowers! I can taste fried green tomatoes. :P Yum!

      Be well.

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  8. Glad to hear you are on the mend young lady :)

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    1. Thank you! :) Mending is better than breaking down, but it takes a whole lot of work and most of one's time. I have some advice to share with you about injuries and old age. :)

      Be well now, you hear?

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  9. Limner, so happy to see you posting again. Any updates on Mila? It is heartbreaking.

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    1. Thank you! We're making adjustments to help with my disabilities. The only updates on Mila are not good ones. The Humane Society is in rather dire straits. Too many cases of abuse and not enough space and employees have forced the local chapters to ship pets as far away as Colorado, and response time to abuse reports is longer than normal. Most resources are going towards rescuing farm animals and wildlife affected by the flooding here.

      The last dog we "rescued" from next door was returned to his abusive owner after they moved. Texas is a whole other world. Thanks for caring.

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