Where I stood..

On the steps of our latest acquisition.   Checking out the details of the new house.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Spirit totem

A few days ago I was reading one of my new age-y, spiritual books, and it told me how to find my animal totem.   The idea was is to relax, close your eyes, and imagine yourself in a garden.   It can be any kind of garden you like, it’s yours, it can have flowers, a river, waterfall, whatever.   You wander around trying to see every detail.   You eventually wander to   a pool and gaze at your reflection, and let your face turn into an animal face, and that’s your totem.   So I did this, and I gazed at my face in the imaginary pool, and I saw my deep set brown eyes looking back.   I kept imagining animals, but none of them seemed right.   I looked for a turtle, I really want my animal totem to be a turtle, I’m a huge fan of turtles.   Unfortunately, it wasn’t turtle-like.   Maybe a hedgehog, or a cute flop-eared bunny, a wicked cat, but none of these fit.   Hmmmm…., then I saw it.   When I go to bed Mark teases me and says I get flat as a founder, and he even claims my eyes move to the same side of my head while I sleep.   That was it.   I saw my eye migrate.   Definitely a flounder.   It’s how I got where I am today.   I used to worry about such things, envying those who see what they want and go after it.   But floundering works for me.   I flounder through life, and I’ve floundered into some lovely places.   It’s workin’ good for me.

Friday the thirteenth

Hmmm, kind of an ominous day to be closing on a new house.   Yes, this will make ten properties we own.   An auspicious number, as is the number 7.   I bring up seven because there is a large number seven in my tea leaves this morning.   A seven, a ring with a hook attached to it, and a small Eiffel Tower.   Anything related to Paris is good luck, the seven will bring luck in sevens, and the ring with the hook shows my ability to pull in the things I want.   Things should go well.

Brooklyn

This is a print from a rubber stamp I carved, it’s me and Mark on the Brooklyn Bridge.   I did it for a carved exchange, I’m very happy with this one.   Maybe partly because we were having such a great time in NYC!

Where I stood..

Not so much standing, as laying back reading yesterday’s paper.   Well, look at that, my friend Kat teaches us how to make one of her ultra groovy sunflowers!

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Yesterday…

…was such a fun day!   I was allowed to join a very exclusive and mysterious club for one day, the Baguettes.     I was even allowed to drag my friend, Julia.   Kat taught us all how to make mosaics.   We were graciously allowed to use the Two-Twelve art center, and Kat and Deb gave their time and supplies so we could play.   Now, Julia and I are honorary members of the Mosacians!   Here is what I did, you’ll have to wail a couple of weeks to see it grouted:

After the amazing workshop with a group of very creative and interesting people, Julia and I did some hanging out in Ypsi, looking at shops and having dinner.   It was a wonderful day!!

Learn something new

Cormorants are excellent swimmers and divers, swimming equally well above and below the water.   They can dive to 100 feet, and stay submerged for a full minute.   Fishermen hate cormorants, because cormorants are better at fishing than most fishermen, except in Japan, where the fishermen train cormorants to do their fishing for them.   It is said that cormorants construct crude nests, but I think Abigael here has a very nice nest for her eggs.

The colorado beetle wasn’t any trouble at all for the longest time, they were few in numbers, as was the particular type of nightshade that they lived on.   Then, sometime in the mid 1800’s, one colorado beetle tasted a potato, and told his friends how delicious it was.   Boom.   Most of north America was covered in colorado beetles, feasting on potatoes.   In the 1920’s, an explorer colorado beetle managed to make it all the way across the Atlantic Ocean, and in no time Europe was carpeted in colorado beetles, too.   Then came along pesticides, and the beetle is well controlled.   This is Cleopatra, she is being very careful to sniff the leaves before eating them, so she doesn’t ingest any pesticides.