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Aug. 14th, 2019

Pertinent things...

Until I have more time available to me...

My brother finally moved out, after a year of living with us. After telling him, repeatedly, to save money for deposits that he may or may not have, he still ended up 500.00 short for electric and water deposits. And now has a loan out with our mother.

Like clockwork, 2 weeks after he moved out, he made himself sick. *Every month*, he'd get sick for a week. He'd claim it was his stomach, we think it was deliberate. *Every. Month.*

We lost Miss Sassy, suddenly, in December 2018. She's buried out back, as will all our pets from now on. Morrigan, Caena and Leo are doing well.

My mother in law is in the final stages of Alzheimer's. WE expect by the end of the year, she'll be gone. Of course, she could fool all of us and hang on for another few years.

My dad had a new pacemaker put in, it deals with *both* D-fib and A-fib, since, he's contrary and has both. He's doing much better now.

My second oldest niece is expecting her first, a boy, this Christmas.
My oldest niece apparently is going by 'Owen' now. I have no idea if that means they are deciding to transition or what, as we do not actually communicate.

My youngest niece graduated high school, will be attending community college for a few years, then transferring to a university.

We are now black/green belts in martial arts, and green belts in C.O.B.R.A. self defense fighting systems. We test for black/blue belt in martial arts next month. After that, it's black/red, then full black belt, 1st degree.

Garden did exceedingly well this year. Lots of beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, some zucchini, some potatoes. Pulling the sweet potatoes this weekend, hoping for lots of those too.

Still weaving, took the summer off, have a show the end of next month, then one a month for the next three. Have a whole list of things to create between now and then, so back to work I go.


Apparently my Galaxy Fit thinks I'm cycling... Fool thing.



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Jan. 17th, 2017

Adventures in fostering, or, my new favorite saying is 'No, Leo.'

Such a pretty big boy at almost 5 months

This is Leo. He's a 5 month old (well, almost) Akita puppy. He's also already 60lbs. Yeah.


Leo

I mean, look at those paws! He's going to be a big boy when he's full grown. A gentle giant, so to speak.


This puppy...

Such a character. I told him to stay and he really wanted off the couch. Heh. This lasted all of 30 seconds. We're working on manners.


Follow the leader

Caena likes him for the most part. The first day, she was all about playing with him. The second, not so much. Today, the third, she's growled at him twice when he tried jumping on her to play. Which made him stop jumping on her immediately. He learns quick, that one. He follows her around, sniffs what she sniffs, if she eats grass, he eats grass. I have two goats now.

The cats, well, that's a work in progress. They're coming around slowly. Though Miss Sassy did not approve of being bathed by him and when he tried it with Morrigan, she hissed at him. So he hasn't done it again. But he wants to be friends oh so badly. We're working on it.


Leo is camped out under my desk. In typical Akita fashion, it took 6 tries to get him to look at me.

In typical Akita fashion, it took 6 tries to get him to look at me for this photo. He is also very much a people dog. He very much wants to be as close to 'his people' as he can get. In fact, right now, he's chewing on the arm of my chair. *sigh*. There's been a lot of 'No, Leo.', ' That's not for you, Leo.', 'That's not a chew toy, Leo.', 'No, down, Leo.' But, once he learns manners and how to co habitat with cats properly, ie, not trying to get them to play or run after them when they leave the room, he'll make someone a wonderful companion.

Hey, at least we got him to stop putting his front paws on the counter in 2 days.

And now, he's chewing on the chair leg.

No, Leo.



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Nov. 30th, 2016

Sometimes, a photo just grabs you...

The rain stopped and the sun came out.   #nofilter #naturalbeauty #fall #aftertherain #autumnsunshine #sun #siamese #catsofinstagram #siamesecat #backyard #autumn #cat #cats #suchadiva #kitteh #divakitty #beautifulday #swva #southcentralva #bedfordcountyv

Miss Sassy in the backyard yesterday, after the sun came out


I've been very busy lately. Update soon, I promise.


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Aug. 30th, 2016

#CTMonthInTheLIfe Challenge, day 30

Today's prompt is "Treasured"...

Day 30 of the #ctmonthinthelife  #igchallenge  by @createandthrive  is #treasured   I originally woven this cat blanket as a lap throw for myself. But both Morrigan and Miss Sassy started claiming it even before I'd finished tying the Phillipine edge on i

I originally wove this cat blanket as a lap throw for myself. But both Morrigan and Miss Sassy started claiming it even before I'd finished tying the Phillipine edge on it.
Being made from border leicester wool and alpaca yarn , it's both soft and extra warm. Perfect for catnaps on my desk in front of a window.



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Aug. 15th, 2016

Day 15 of the #CTMonthInTheLife Challenge...

The prompt for today is "Rest"...

The #prompt for day 15 of the #ctmonthinthelife  #igchallenge  by @createandthrive is #rest... What better place to take a break than on my very own #frontporch , usually with a #pet or two, in this case, with Morrigan and Caena.  Sometimes you can hear a

What better place to take a break, than on my very own front porch, with Morrigan and Caena. Miss Sassy deigned to not come outside with us, however briefly. This porch is absolutely perfect for listening to the birds, watching storms roll in, watching it rain, occasionally hearing a train or far away traffic. A great place to relax and a long time in the coming.



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Aug. 11th, 2016

Day 11 of the #CTMonthInTHeLife Instagram Challenge

Today's prompt is "Assistant"

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... *ahem*

Day 11 of the #ctmonthinthelife #igchallenge  presented by @createandthrive , today's #prompt is #assistant... Technically, I don't have an actual assistant. What I do have are two #cats who love to 'help'. Morrigan loves to 'quality control' the yarn whe

Technically, I don't have an actual assistant. What I do have are two cats who love to 'help'. Morrigan loves to 'quality control' the yarn when I'm weaving and Miss Sassy loves to be so helpful by laying *in* the rigid heddle loom, sometimes *in* the warp itself. Heh. Both are excellent at holding down my desk and keeping watch out the window for intruders, aka, birds, chipmunks, squirrels, bugs...

Yeah.}:P



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Apr. 1st, 2016

Working with cats can be so amusing...



So I warped up the rigid heddle loom for a lovely houndstooth patterned wrap. Today, Miss Sassy, definitely feeling much better , decided to 'help'.



First she thought laying under the actual working area was a great idea. Since, you know, laying on my desk *next* to the loom is so passe- besides, Morrigan is also currently on my desk (the window is open). Of course, she simply had to make herself right at home, ensuring that I could do nothing, as moving the heddle would result in squishing her. Then she decided she needed a drink, whereupon I took advantage of her absence to toss the shuttle through and move the heddle down.



That of course was completely unacceptable to her. She immediately returned and squeezed herself under the back warp. She literally twisted and contorted to get in there. And then stretched out again. Which meant, I had to loosen the warp so she wouldn't stretch it out and move the heddle back up. At this point, I'm resigned to getting very little done.



Of course, a loose warp leads to other issues. Such as when she tries to turn around and has the heddle fall over on her.



Which leads to such Diva looks. It's a good thing you're cute, Miss Sassy.



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Mar. 29th, 2016

Changes are afoot.

Yes, I've been slack at keeping up the blog. It's been a rather busy couple of weeks. Toward the beginning of March, we decided to house hunt. It was an exhausting experience and wasn't fun at all. Looking at house you know aren't near large enough, or have too close of neighbors. Six houses in and I was ready to give up.

You note I said *was*.

We are currently in the process of buying a house.

House inspection was last Friday, the house is structurally sound and has very minor things that the seller shouldn't have any issues with correcting. And even if they won't, they're not deal breakers, we'll just do them ourselves. To that end, the tentative closing date is the end of April.

No matter what the house hunting/buying TV shows may show you, buying a house is not a straight forward process. They cut *a lot* out in the name of time and expediency.

After 9/11, they passed a series of laws regarding the transfer of funds. Since we are being gifted the 20% down for the house, we have to show *exactly* where that money is coming from- both from the person who is giving it to us, via their bank statements showing the funds are/were available at the time, copies of the check(s) sent to us, statements from our bank showing that it had been deposited AND the deposit slips.

Loan companies want to know where *anything* over $500.00 came from. They also want 2-3 months worth of banking logs- not statements, *logs* from the bank itself, showing every transaction. They also want a month's worth of pay stubs to compare against the bank logs. Obstensively, this is to prove that yes, you get paid what you say you do and no, you have no liens, or other debts, aside from utilities and rent or credit card bills, coming out (like child support, IRS payments, etc). If you can't give them the documentation they want, it's a red flag and the loan may not get approved. After you get them all the paperwork, hopefully in a timely manner, it can still take anywhere from 30 to 40 DAYS for the loan to process.

That is where we are right now.

We have been told by both the loan officer and our realtor, we are unusual home buyers. I guess because not only did we know exactly what we were looking for and what we would and would not compromise on, but in the terms of knowing in exactly what we want to pay per month, regardless of the fact that we actually qualified for $90,000 MORE than the house we are buying. We simply didn't want a $1,000+ house payment. We wanted to be house rich AND comfortable money wise as well. But also because we've gotten them every bit of paperwork they asked for in a very timely manner, as in, within 24-48 hours. Apparently, some people take weeks. Hrm.

So as a result, we are *well* within the limits of our debt to income ratio. Most people apparently go for a house at the very top of what they are prequalified for, which is what leads to problems. We didn't want to go that route, having been there, done that, once already 20+ years ago.

I'll talk more about the house at a later date, but suffice it to say- it has nearly everything we wanted, especially in terms of land, with the exception of only being one bathroom instead of a minimum of one and a half. We did good.

The best part, besides the nearly 2 acres of relatively flat yard? The house is named. And it's a wonderful, wonderful name.


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In other news, after Mysticon, I bought myself a 7ft adjustable triloom. It finally arrived a little over a week ago and I went to work immediately making a 6ft shawl using Unplanned Peacock Morphic Peacock Sock in the Fountain colorway, dark to light.



Unlike the 3ft triloom and my rigid heddle loom, this one requires a lot of standing, bending and walking back and forth. This was 3 hours worth of work right there. Mainly because Miss Sassy kept laying right in front of where I was working (that should have been our first hint that she wasn't well).



But after a few days of working on it for a couple hours at a time, I finished the shawl now known as Water. On the loom, itself was gorgeous as is, and I couldn't wait to remove it and finish the top edge.



Needless to say, it's stunning off the loom. I will have a very hard time parting with this one, methinks, but that is why I create things like this- if I love them, I know someone else will love them as well. This was before the ends were woven in and the top edge finished off. The drape and flow was quite lovely. I plan to get more of the UPP Morphic yarns in the other colors and create more like this.



I even had enough of each color to weave a 3ft version, but light to dark, which will go to my mom as a Mother's Day gift this year. I also had enough to do 2 more 3ft shawls, one in light to medium, the other in dark to medium. They, and the large Water, will be available at the Olde Liberty Fiber Faire the 3rd week of April.


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Speaking of Miss Sassy, last Thursday morning, we had to take her to the vet. Turns out, her red blood count was extremely low. Normally cats have a count of 40-45, her's was TEN. The vet said, and I quote, "It was not enough to sustain life." She was literally dying in front of us and we didn't know why.

They had to do a blood transfusion and tests. Ruled out a stroke (which is what we thought was going on), diabetes, kidney issues, thyroid issues and leukemia. That left a flea/tick/mosquitoe/biting fly borne disaese- hemobartella.

I blame the neighbors next door for throwing *bread* out into not only their back yard, but over the fence into ours (when I find it, it gets disposed of immediately), the result of which has attracted rats, whom have taken up residence next door but come under the fence to my side for the bird seed I no longer put out. Rats carry fleas. We've had a bad flea issue for the last year, when we hadn't had hardly *any* in the many years prior. So I blame the neighbors.

Miss Sassy is recovering quite nicely. Still a bit skinnier than we'd prefer, but she is 17 yrs old, so never really was a big Siamese. She's fighting the meds when dosed, which is always a good sign, very mouthy when we're getting dinner or lunch or really, *any* food in the kitchen. Needles us for her breakfast, then finishes Morrigan's when she walks away. And she's purring again. Almost normal.

Speaking of blood transfusion- feline blood only lasts 60 days, so most vets do not keep any on hand. Most feline blood types are compatible, I believe, with the others, but the need for feline donors is great. If you have a cat that is of a good size (over 10 lbs) and is healthy, do yourself, your friends with cats and your neighbors with cats, a favor and go get your cat blood typed and registered as a donor.

We almost lost Miss Sassy because we almost did not have a donor nearby. Thankfully, we got lucky and found one. But you simply never know when your cat or someone else's cat might suddenly need blood.

So go get your cat registered as a blood donor.}:)



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Jan. 19th, 2016

In the 'things that suck' file...

I have a cold. I hate having a cold. It means my head aches a lot and my nose and sinuses become a snot factory. A person should not be able to create this much snot.

And I'm tired. All I want to do is sleep. This, of course, is not what Miss Sassy wants.

I woke up with a weight on my chest. A furry, warm weight that started purring when she realized I was [sort of] awake. She then moved to curl up around my head. So I went back to sleep. She moved back to my chest. Rinse, repeat, until finally the third time I woke up partially, she sat on my face.

She literally plopped her butt on my right cheek.

This is most definitely *not* incentive for me to get up, cat. I rolled over and went back to sleep. She did the whole curl around my head until i was on my back again thing. Whereupon she moved back to my chest and purred in my face.

She is a most insistant diva kitty. So I got up.

Besides, I had to go to the bathroom anyway.


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Jan. 14th, 2016

Today, I did nothing.

You know what doing nothing looks like?

It looks like sitting in your chair with a lovely, sweet Siamese stretched across your chest and shoulder, sleeping away, lightly snoring, while you sit and think about absolutely nothing at all, except how warm and like clean linen her fur smells.

That's all I've done today.

To be fair, it's been a pretty shitty week. Between David Bowie dying and now Alan Rickman, it rather deflates a person. It rather takes any get up and go you had when you woke up in the morning and spirits it away, making you want to sit, with a cat on your chest and do nothing but smell her fur.

And that's what today looked like for me. I mean, it's not like I don't have a scarf to finish, some chainmaille bracelets to work on, some weaving to do, dishes that need washing, a dog that needs a bath, a floor that needs sweeping...


But really, who could resist this face?

It's a hard life, being a diva kitty.



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Mar. 30th, 2015

Pictures make a post...

Recent garden blooms-

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And recently made things-

Gaming bags-

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Mini Bags, Available Here.

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Full sized bags, Available Here.


And I made myself a lap throw, which was promptly taken over by the cats-

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There's more, all of which are listed Here.


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Mar. 13th, 2015

Well this is fun.

Last night, Mark comes upstairs to the bedroom, where I'm laying on the bed, reading.

He heaves a big sigh, " Finally", he says, "I finally beat him." He's referring to the boss in the video game he's currently playing that has successfully thwarted him for 3 nights running.

I, having put my book down to listen to him, deadpanned, "Your cat farted in my face. Twice. Then she left me." Miss Sassy, having finally decided that sleeping upstairs on our pillows and stealing 3/4 of them while we were trying to use them, is the best thing ever, had literally just done that and left to go back downstairs.

He started laughing at me, " Well, it just means she loves you!"

I replied, "Yeah, she takes after you in that regard."

"Hey! I don't fart in your face!" He says, between giggles.

"No, but your farts sure as hell do stink as bad as hers did!" I said. And went back to reading my book. Thankfully, it's getting warm enough to leave a window cracked and it aired out pretty quickly.


Siamese cats. Can't do a damn thing with them.

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Today has decided to be annoying.

Netflix disc that was supposed to arrive today, didn't, so I had to find something on streaming to use as background noise that isn't something *both* of us want to watch- not as easy as it sounds.

Barnes and Noble 's store inventory isn't updated properly, so the book they supposedly had in stock at the closest BN here and that Mark was going to pick up to surprise me with- isn't actually in stock and I now have to order it online instead (surprise!Mark said, halfheartedly.}:/ )

Not even going to try to photograph you, Mr Red Bellied Woodpecker peeking around the big feeder at me. Yeah, I see you. You're still an asshole.

Hmph.


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Feb. 10th, 2015

Your internal alarm clock needs to be reset, cat.

Last week, 944 am, Miss Sassy comes upstairs and into the bedroom, then walks across the pillows, back and forth, purring loudly, determined that I get up and feed her. Progress!, we thought, she's finally coming into the bedroom on her own, maybe she's finally settling in!

The next morning, 844 am, she does the same thing. Even throws in a few plaintive meows until I gave up and got up. Still, progress! Yay!

Over the weekend, nothing. But then, Mark usually gets up before me on the weekends anyway, so she'd have no need to come wake me up and demand breakfast.

Yesterday, you guessed it. 848 am, purring madly, sticking her face right in mine. Need to rethink this progress thing...

FOUR TWENTY AM THIS MORNING. Miss Sassy decides to come visit us. Purrs madly and walks back and forth until I move the covers so she can lay under them, on my arm and against me just so. Spends an hour and a half with me, purring the entire time. This cat has a loud purr. Needless to say, I dozed rather than slept again. Then she leaves.

615am, Mark gets up. When he leaves, I asked were she was. He said camped out downstairs in her usual spot, but don't worry, she'll come bug you. I grumble and pull the covers over my head.

745 am. I told her I was not, under any circumstances getting up THAT early, deal with it. She left, used the litter box and came back 10 minutes later. Nope, still not getting up. She curls up with me for 30 seconds, jumps up where Morrigan's dry food bowl is, helps herself ( oh that'll make Mo real happy, that will.}:/ ) and leaves.

1034am, she comes back and I agree, grudgingly, to get up.

On the one hand, I'm glad she's finally, after 5 months, feeling comfortable enough to not only go in the bedroom, but to camp out on Mark's pillow during the day, as she did this weekend and after she ate this morning. But on the other hand, seriously, cat, you need to adjust that internal alarm clock of yours. Insomnia has nothing on you.


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Feb. 4th, 2015

Yeah, yeah...

I know, I don't blog nearly enough. There's really not much TO blog about, honestly. I lead a fairly dull life right now.

Almost finished with the dice bag shells that I have preplanned out, 6 more to go, then I can start sewing them up and going through the odd skeins and forming up new color combos for more.

Have a personal weaving project half done. Need to weave the other half and then see how they look attached together. Then I can move on to the project this is a sample/test piece for.

This month is the final cay payment. Then we can dump that money into our only credit card and savings. It'll also free us up to do more things we keep talking about wanting to do and money won't bee to tight. Heh.

Mom in law is about the same, no better (obviously) but not noticably worse either. The brother in law's parents will be staying with them for awhile, as a test run to see if they can coexist together and move up here fully.

No news on my family's front, which generally means either they're snowed in or everyone's ok.}:P

Pets are all good here as well. Slowly getting Caena's skin issues under control again. Miss Sassy and Morrigan tolerate each other, but that's about it. Not that I expect that'll change anytime soon.

And I guess that's about it.


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