Uncle...enough already.

I am soooo tired of this political season I could spit. I knew who I was going to vote for months ago. The "debates" are not clarifying as much as they are annoying. Now, for the first time they've been turned into a shout-fest. No doubt the"brilliance" of Karl Rove at work. Jeeeez Louise can we have a little decorum returned to the forum?
I am sick of political ads. I don't look at any of them for either side.
I am sick of the junk mail painting all the opponents as devils with or without a blue dress.
JUST END THIS MESS!

At the risk of being repetitive I will post here the poem I wrote last election season. It still seems fitting. Just imagine it's November 1 and we have a few short days to go:

Wednesday

I can’t wait for Wednesday and the silence of the phone.
No incessant ringing and the politicians’ drone.
I’ll be unencumbered by the shrieking of the ads
That play on t.v. and on radio; they’re driving me quite mad.
I will treasure all the silence; I will revel in the quiet
I can’t wait for the non-ringing, yes I really want to try it.
I will thank the stars above for bringing to an end
Yet another endless cycle of the politicians ginned-
Up promises of votes they’ll make on issues big and small
That they tell us will improve the lives of not just one but all.
So bring on the silent Wednesday, and give my ears a rest.
Then take the promises that each has voiced and put them to the test. 

We need some serious revamping of our political system. Anyone else for term limits and limited contributions and a shortened political season? Who's with me? Anyone? Bueller??

Sigh....

Love/Hate Relationship

I have a love/hate relationship with Google. What do I love about it? The name for starters. It's fun and funky. I also love the search feature. It's one of the easiest to use. I've used others and I always go back to Google. I just like the way they compile their results.

Now, what do I hate? The invasiveness. I hate their tracking every inquiry. I particularly hate them asking me for a cell phone number just in case I forget my password. Guess what Google? I don't live on my cell phone like some folks do. In fact I generally turn it on only when I have to make an outgoing call. If I lost my password to my bloggy account my cell phone number is probably one of the slowest ways to contact me. I also know why you want that number. You want to be able to sell it to folks who want to send advertising to my cell. I use a pay as you go phone, so I really don't want you to use up all my minutes with your crappy ads, so again, no. You may not have my cell phone number.

I also have a gmail account. I find it clunky and not very user friendly. You really should copy the features of Outlook more closely. I suspect that's one of the most used email configurations out there. It has a ton of features and is very intuitive. On the rare occasions when I do open up my Google mail account I get so frustrated that I just close it without really using it. When you can't find the "send" button on your email then there is something seriously wrong.

I doubt Google much cares about me and my preferences, but it is good to voice these complaints. Doing it on Google Blogger makes it that much more fun!

The Deer Deterrent

We live in the country. We have deer. Lots of deer. We have entire deer families who come out and gambol across the lawn, and generally wreak havoc nibbling on our plants and trees. Pretty though they may be it's very annoying to have the last lovely bloom of your favorite plant plucked right off its stem by some pesky Bambi. For years we have tolerated this.

Finally I thought "enough's enough". So when the deer started in on MY DAYLILIES I decided it was high time to fight back. I took to the internets to try to find a cure and find it I did. I made up a batch of this thoroughly nasty mixture and splashed it on the plants. Then I made another batch and added some cayenne and chili powder to it for good measure. The end result? The end of the season plants are intact. The deer don't even come close to that flower bed any longer. Success!

Here's the evidence. You can see the stems where the deer started to nibble on the leaves of the Hostas.

After a couple of applications of the deer deterrent the Hostas started to leaf out again. Finally they bloomed with these big showy flowers.

This is a close up of one of the flowers. Its scent is reminiscent of honeysuckle. I have taken extra special pleasure from them this year since I had to fight for them.

The Secret Sauce:

1 TB milk or yogurt

1 egg

2 - 3 cloves of garlic, smashed OR 1 TB powdered garlic.(Warning: do NOT use garlic salt. You'll kill your plants. Only use garlic powder.)

1 TB chili and/or cayenne powder

Mix ingredients and dilute in gallon jug. If you used garlic cloves you'll need to just shake the mixture over the plants. If you used garlic powder you can probably get the mixture to go through a spray bottle. Apply to plants. Let dry (it's pretty stinky stuff). Since I was covering a small area I only used about 1/2 of the gallon jug. I applied the rest of the mixture a day or so later. The instructions I found on the internet said to reapply after a rain. I have not done that. The deer have stayed away since I put this stuff on the plants in July. I don't know if it's the stinky egg and garlic or the chili powder burn but they sure don't like it. Maybe next year I'll get to enjoy my daylilies a few weeks longer.

Good luck. I hope it works as well for you as it did for me.

Just add it to the list...

So around these parts we don't guess at gifts. It took me a while to get used to it, but my husband's family always asked (out loud!) what you want for Christmas and birthdays. Coming from a family where we played the guessing game and liked to spring a surprise on the giftee it took me a while to get used to this. But I have and I've gotten better at it. He asked me last week what I wanted for my birthday. I finally got around to writing a couple of items down on a piece of paper and left it on the kitchen counter where I figured he'd see it. Got home from work tonight and noticed he had added one more item to the list. So, I stroll over and pick up the list for a look-see. What has he added you might ask? "Shaving Cream". Hmmm...maybe I should have listed a depilatory. I can only hope he thought it was just a random shopping list rather than a birthday list. Or maybe HE'D better hope that I think that!

The Ticket Booth

We have this table. It's a cute little table as tables go. I believe it belonged to my grandparents. I know it lived for quite a while in the attic at my mother's house. I stumbled upon it one summer when I was home visiting from Dallas. Since I had recently taken a course in furniture refinishing I took possession of the wee little table with the parents' permission. I took it back to cow country with me to breathe a little new life into it.

The table was covered with a few decades of grime and grit and probably had been subjected to more than one blast of rain from a summer thunderstorm. Thunderstorms in Norfolk, VA can be quite ferocious with rain coming into the house slant-wise and the wind blowing hard enough to make you think the weatherman overlooked a hurricane coming ashore. Anyhow, the little table had weathered quite a bit and was in need of some TLC.

Now in this furniture refinishing class I picked up a little bit of know-how about all things furniture, not just how to make them look prettier. The one thing that our instructor emphasized was that if you had a nice piece with "good bones" then it was worth your while to refinish the piece rather than to purchase a new one. New furniture is often made of a combination of wood and pressed paper. Yep, even the stuff that looks like it's all wood. Pressed paper...much heavier than wood if you can believe that.

So, I took the little table with its good bones and intact glass and put it through the refinishing wringer. Stripped all the gunk off. Then sanded and stained it and added a little glossy finish. The top of the table is a glass tray with a wooden border that comes off of the base. I figured to leave it like that with the wooden base and the glass tray on top and be done with it. My husband had other ideas. He had a nice little collection of old concert tickets that he wanted to display on the table under glass. I was more than a little skeptical about that, but eventually gave in. To my surprise it worked...looked pretty good.

The fun has been in adding more tickets as the years go by and as we attend more shows and functions. It has a couple of good layers on it now. As I recall on the bottom row we have a pristine ticket to The Grateful Dead which ticket my husband had from the old days when they tore your ticket in half at the door. For some reason he got away with his in one piece and has treasured that one.

The ticket booth? Why that name? When I had refinished it and we had carefully arranged the tickets under the glass and had placed it carefully in the den in our house in Dallas it took on a new life for our daughter. Turns out when we were out and she was home with the babysitter and often a couple of her buddies they would play tag and hide-and-seek in the house. If you tagged that table (which SHE named The Ticket Booth) then you were safe. Guess that wasn't as bad on the furniture as what her father used to do with his mother's teakwood table and a ping pong net.

Ally Ally In Come Free

Today was one of those days when I wanted to shout to a clear, crisp January sky, "Ally ally in come free" and have all of my loved ones reappear. I'm not sure why it was that I missed them so much on today of all days. Usually these moments happen at an anniversary or a birthday. There were no birthdays for my dearly departed, nor was this the anniversary of the death of any single one of them. It was just a Monday. And yet I was overcome with a need to SEE them again. Not a picture, not in my mind's eye, but with my real eyes. I wanted to see, touch and feel them again. Have a hug, enjoy a smile, get a kiss on the cheek, share a moment.

I wanted to see them all. My sister and brother so recently gone and far too soon.

My mother and father-in-law who were such kind and generous and loving people who are so sorely missed.

My dad - that loveable curmudgeon with his sharp tongue and sharper wit.

My grandmother, a supurb seamstress and a talented Southern cook.

And my gentle grandfather who never knew the words, "no" or "can't".



I want just a day, just one more day with each of them. But then that wouldn't be enough would it? There would always be that longing for just one more day, one more moment. Ally ally in come free.

Good Morning Deer

We live out in the country along with what seems a thousand or so deer within a hundred yards of the house. I'm sure there are more than that within a mile's radius. They must breed like rabbits, so to speak. Beautiful animals, I love watching their graceful movements. I do have to remind myself how annoyed I get at them when they eat every living thing in my garden. Their inconsiderate munching has gotten so bad I never bothered to plant a vegetable garden last summer. Undeterred, the deer just proceeded to eat my flower gardens. So, I have to keep telling myself that no matter how beautiful and graceful they are they drag tons of critters and diseases along with them. (Hello, deer ticks and Lyme disease anyone?) They also have a tendency to have encounters with cars that end up being bad news both for the deer and for the car owner. When ever I catch them nibbling on my plants I threaten to get out John's driver and turn them into Bambi Burger, but I could never do that. They are definitely not intimidated by my threats. They just look at me and only dart off if I get within a few feet of them. I do enjoy seeing the little ones playing in the yard in spring and early summer. I took some pictures Wednesday morning as they were feasting on the neighbor's field. If only they'd eat the neighbor's plants and leave mine alone. We'd all get along so much better. Sigh...