Remembering Daisy

The Daisy Air Rifle building in Plymouth was torn down to build new condominiums. I find it ironic that, like many others, they’ve named the complex (Daisy Square) after what they’ve torn down. One wall, a beautiful facade of the building, was saved to be incorporated into the condo complex. The builder was allowed to demolish because he agreed to save the facade. Now he claims the facade is too deteriorated to save, and wants to demolish it. I am aghast that this might be allowed. If the wall has deteriorated, it’s due to the negligence of the builder, Joseph Freed and Associates. Freed promised to keep the facade, and he should be held to his promise. There are two things you can do. One is sign a petition asking the City Commission to hold Freed to his promise, see me, I have a petition. The other is to show up at the hearing on June 11 in City Hall at 7:00 and let your voice be heard. We’ve lost so many buildings in Plymouth, most recently the Masonic Temple. The Wilcox house is falling into disrepair, the Guenther house’s fate is uncertain, let’s try to keep what we have. These structures are what make Plymouth unique, soon our town will look like every other suburban town with the same streetscapes, town clocks, condos and chain restaurants. We do have people working to keep Plymouth historic, you can find out about them here.


I was having a conversation with my mom and sister Tuesday, and we were speculating about life on other planets. Jane pointed out that if you hadn’t seen life in the water, you wouldn’t know it existed. Think about this for a minute, imagine you’re a scientist in a fairly arid area, you have tap water but no bodies of water to study. You study life, you know about animals and humans, you know about lungs and how they work. You’ve seen a mouse fall into a washbasin and drown, you know animals cannot extract the oxygen they need from water, you’ve tried to breathe under water and came up coughing and sputtering. Even a worm will die in the water. You have heard that there are great bodies of water far away, but you have no transportation. You assume that these bodies of water must be lifeless, for nothing you have ever seen or heard of can live in the water. In fact, you know from research, no life can survive in water. Then a fellow scientist comes by in his high speed hovercraft, whisks you off to an ocean, where you see fish, whales, eels, starfish, urchins, and all matter of sea life. You quickly learn the difference between those that can hold their breath for extended periods of time (much longer than you could have imagined) and those that breathe the water through gills. This is a different form of life than you’ve ever seen, yet much more similar than you imagined possible. They breathe through slits, yet they have bones and muscles like everything you know, they can be touched, they have sensation, reaction, this is life like you know it, living under water. What you knew for a fact is now incredibly wrong.

OK, now imagine you are a scientist on a tiny planet called earth. You have heard of Jupiter, studied it, and you know how life works. Jupiter is too far away for you to visit, though, so your conclusions are made from a distance. You know no life can exist on Jupiter. It is a planet of gas storms, and nothing could breathe the hydrogen, there is no solid surface to stand on, it cannot support life as we know it. Right?

The reason we are lucky enough to live on a planet that can support us doesn’t actually have to do with luck. We evolved to survive on our given planet. We evolved to breathe this air and eat these plants because they are what is here. Could this not have happened on other planets?

As for intelligent life, I’m an optimist. I don’t think we need to look for it on other planets, I think if we keep searching, someday we may find it here.

A page in a book.

We are doing a book exchange in one of the art groups I belong to, and I’ve been working on a page for Mary’s book about travel. I finally have it finished (which is good, it’s due today), and this is it. It’s about a trip I took to Paris where I got to go in the Eiffel Tower, and down in the catacombs.


Last night I made Yarn Hacker’s baked pasta. It’s on her blog for May 19th. Alright, I didn’t cook the pasta as long as I should have, I didn’t cook the sauce as long as I should have, and I could have baked it a little longer, but man, was this good! I was hungry and it smelled so wonderful, I couldn’t wait. Yummmm.

Too bad you’re not here to try it out.

Bunny update

The bunny that didn’t make it is removed from the nest. There are still eight remaining.

They are getting much more bunny-like, with ears that stick up and now they can hop a little.

But they still like to hide in the straw.

A new watercolor, and bunnies.

The tree of knowledge.

These are baby bunnies that are living in the dog pen behind our new house. The dog pen is dog free, of course. I won’t name them, in fact I’ve been referring to them as feeder rabbits, because mama rabbit has left them out in the open with no protection, where any neighborhood cat can come along. There are nine of them, (the second from the right is so buried in bunnies his head is hidden), but that one at the bottom, whose face is looking up, he didn’t make it. I hope the best for the baby bunnies, they are growing incredibly fast, and hopefully will be hopping out of harm’s way soon.