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Feet, Fall & Deer

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I call this: “Feet: A Study.”

Dog feet. Table Feet. And, if I had just moved just a fraction of an inch, my foot.

Drat that husband of mine. He gave me his cold. I woke up feeling poorly. Nevertheless, I girded my loins and went to help Heidi in her shop for a few hours. Now I’m home but not feeling quite well enough to tackle the wallpaper for the dollhouse living room. I did wax the newly laid hardwood floor yesterday and it looks pretty spiffy. I also added spindles and a railing to the other staircase.

It’s 80 degrees here today.

A spectacularly beautiful fall day.

Look who visited us the other day. Babies. Two of them. They were very, very close to the house.

They were munching on grass and pokeweed berries.

This little one was watching me as I took these photos from the other side of the kitchen window. And apparently enjoying those pokeweed berries. Can you see those beautiful eyelashes? This is one of the many reasons that I am a vegetarian.

Here’s another:

A Tough Time

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I hit the wall today.

With a gall bladder attack, a blocked bile duct, hospitalization, lack of food, dealing with a strange and not very filling diet, frustration that I don’t have more strength by now, worry about my Mom who is failing rapidly, worry about Riley who has been having problems for 2 weeks now, worry about our finances –  Don is looking for any kind of work and I would like to as well but can’t until I get my gall bladder removed… I walked outside to see that the deer had eaten the tops off of my David Phlox. It was just about ready to bloom.

I wanted to cry. Then I saw this:

The deer apparently decided to deadhead my Black-Eyed Susan before it could bloom. I’ve been lucky for the past 5 years. The main garden bed always remained undisturbed by deer. That luck just ran out.

There are those times in life where everything seems overwhelming and it just takes one little, or not so little thing, to set you off. This was it for me. Tears of frustration.

I did some weed-whacking today and was tuckered out pretty quickly. One trip with the filled wheel barrow to our ‘dumping grounds’ and I was trembling. I do not like this. I’m used to doing a lot in the garden and believe me, it needs lots of work. I’ve been resting and reading (I’ve read 3 books) but I get frustrated sitting around.

I don’t mean for this to be a pity me post. I’m just being honest. It’s a tough time for me right now.

One Last Post from the Road

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This is the Blithe Spirit set. I took this last night as I waited for our second preview performance to begin. We had a full house and lots of laughter. Whew! This space is named the Up-The-Hill Theatre. Believe me – it is up a hill.(I need to get in better shape.) And for most of this theater company’s existence, it has been the only performing space. Surrounded by trees, it springs up seemingly out of nowhere. The audiences here are incredibly loyal and they make an event out of coming to the theater. They picnic and grill and generally have a wonderful time before the show begins.

See? I wasn’t kidding about the name. The newest space is an indoor theater – the Touchstone. It is smaller in size and wonderfully intimate.

I really love the design; almost barn-like and beautiful in its simplicity.

More cows.

One of the now grown-up babies. I see this little one follow his dad around. I don’t know the fate of the others. One day, I saw a cat in the little area in which they hang out. I ran downstairs, shooed it away and immediately worried about the babies. And worried. Until I had to let go and just hope they all made it. Truly, I am not far from being a person who would pitch a tent and act as a sentry to protect the babies from all predators. Ask my husband. I am inches away from being ‘that Bird Lady.’ Feel free to substitute dog, cat, bunny, baby groundhog, chipmunk. They all work.

I’m packing boxes. Making lists. Getting ready to fly home on Sunday.

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