Our house is tucked in on the east side of a hill in such a way that we get only mild winds, usually. There have been storms where our trees barely moved, yet once off our little street there is plenty of evidence of a serious wind storm. Right now there is heavy pouring rain. Our trees are moving only in response to the downpour. (And the sun peeked out as I wrote that sentence!) In the distance the trees…
The deck builders tore down the old deck yesterday. This little video was taken July 1, 2020. It’s the only “picture” I could find of the whole deck. You can see some of the problem, especially as I pan to the right, but the whole floor was weak and wobbly. It was 65 or 70 years old! Even redwood doesn’t last forever. Especially if one is not good at cleaning and sealing every year. (We weren’t.) As of noon May…
Poetry is now live. Actually, there were a couple of poems there for a while now, but I added two more. Wall Yesterday I got to the little wall I mentioned on Friday. I didn’t have enough bricks, so we’ll be headed back to Lowe’s tomorrow. The near end (bottom) needs to be three bricks tall, I think, to about where it ends (top) now. Then it should be two down to one. Maybe. Iqbal likes it so much that he…
I think my good mood went with it. I spent the whole afternoon making a WIP/UFO page. It’s in the side bar. However, it is by no means complete. ⬆️That’s all I wrote on April 10. I’ve forgotten now what interrupted me, as well as what I was going to say. Obviously, it wasn’t really important. I’ve been doing practically no stitching, which makes me sad, but other things keep jumping ahead. Mostly it’s been the machine embroidery files. I…
An ADDy Day Does it make a difference to anyone other than me whether all the letters are capitalized or not? I miss my old blog. I wish they had remained more user friendly. I had total html control. I didn’t have size limitations. I didn’t have “Blocks.” If I wrote poetry, it wasn’t shaded gray. I could change fonts. I could make tables with any background I want. ::sigh:: Why did everything get bigger?? I don’t want it to…
This started out as an abstract background from Creative Fabrica. Rather than shrink it to the size of my canvas, I simply cropped it. This isn’t what I planned on doing, but it’s what I saw in the abstract design. I started with this: It was about 3000 pixels wide. I divided it into a 9-patch and used the upper left patch. After I cropped it, I lightened it. That’s when I “saw” my image. I canvas-ized the image, but…
I was reading blogs yesterday and Dee mentioned the Paris Collage Collective. I didn’t know what that was, so I looked it up. I ended up downloading this week’s picture and played with it all evening. Technically, I didn’t really do a collage. I did, however work with multiple layers, cutting out and repasting sections and adding multiple filters. I used the comic book filter, which smoothed and intensified the colors, and added relief light with very low smooth light,…
This is just a few seconds. The rain itself lasted only a few minutes. I love this kind of rain. And it wasn’t raining in the backyard. I finally got all my Christmas decorations put away. Well, boxed and ready to put on the shelves. I wondered why I took so long, but I think it’s because I knew that Iqbal does not understand the sentimental value of the decorations, and sure enough, I found some that were broken, and…
It’s pretty rare when my excitement meter explodes. Actually, I can’t remember the last time it happened. Until today. Everything started out normal. The only excitement was that the 2022 MLS season opened today and Portland had a game on TV at 5 pm. Fun, but hardly meter exploding. At halftime Iqbal decided to go get our dinner. I expected him home about fifteen minutes into the second half (60th minute). At the 75th minute, I started to think he’d…
02-22-22 It has been sunny, today, but I haven’t been. The lyrics to Rainy Days and Mondays come to mind. Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old Sometimes I’d like to quit Nothin’ ever seems to fit Hangin’ around Nothin’ to do but frown . . . What I’ve got they used to call the blues Nothin’ is really wrong Feelin’ like I don’t belong Walkin’ around Some kind of lonely clown . . . This totally fits me. More so…