Wednesday, April 11, 2012
We don't what happened. Duane found little Emily at the bottom of the cage just as I came in from home work, tonight. She's the all yellow one in the back. We got her as a baby bird in the fall of 2009, just before we moved down to Tucson.
She was ok, hopping and playing with the other birds earlier in the day. She is survived by her best friend Mr. Bird (the light blue guy, front right.) No squabbles or fights were heard. We just don't know what happened. I think that's the hardest is the not knowing.
RIP Emily, you are missed. Sept 2009 to April 2012.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
My planter this spring. It's what's to come to those of you up north and what's about to be burnt to an inch of it's life in a few weeks down here. How did it get to be April already? All work and no play makes Denise ......
Oh well, we'll just sit here and enjoy the flowers for short time. It's all I have then I need to get ready for another work week.
We're taking bets how long the bunny and the gnome lasts before someone steals it.
Last time, I had promised to tell you about the new furniture and the bunnies. This is the new sectional. It's about twice the size as the one we saw in the store. Takes up the whole living room.
I had to straighten and move things to make room for it. Which made alley's and tunnels for bunnies to run and hide. Dammit and Betty had a fine time making plans that first night.
All sorts of alleys in that area. Yes, I know it's a mess. See the vacuum? I got half done then sort of tired out. Have a mentioned I'm gone twelve hours a day, five days a week.
That first morning, Duane said Dammit and Betty ran around the cage, and the table, then the chair, and under the secretary in the corner. It took him over an hour to chase them home. At one point, Duane pushed the chair against the wall and Dammit jumped back and forth over the chair.
It reminded us of when Dammit was just a little Dammit. The first time he was let out of his cage after his neuter surgery. He led the two of us on a merry chase. Then he dove onto the couch. Duane shouts, "I've got him now." Just Duane dove to grab the rabbit, Dammit jumped over the back of the couch, over the table behind it and ran under the couch. That's when we said to hell with it and just let the little bugger stay out. If he's that determined.
We can't do that now, as Nippit needs her turn out. If let Nippit out when Dammit is out she goes right for hind quarters. Just like the furious little Nippit she is.
I've been spinning again, since there is shuttle now and I don't have to walk two miles twice a day. This is the second bobbin and it's almost since I took this picture. It's the fiber my friend bought me for Christmas. One more bobbin then I will ply it. I'm anxious to see what the finished yarn will be like. Also, I have 8 oz of CMF Walpurgis in BFL that Duane bought me for Christmas. I'm dying to spin that.
I finished the socks, but they are too small for me. That's what I get for not taking a minute out of my busy day to try them on as I'm knitting. It's in the 90's F now anyway. Too hot to wear. I'll have to reknit them and hope they are finished by November when it's cool enough for wool.
Every thing that has been sucking for awhile, still sucks. But, we won't talk about that.
Butterscotch walked by my sandals and noticed they smelled like me. He made a pillow out them. He misses his mom.