Friday, March 20, 2009
Great Mailbox Day!
I've been off the grid the past few days...lots of appointments, lots of chores...and some new "house- guests." But first the fun news - my mailbox on Wednesday was a very fun place to be!
First I saw this selvage postcard from Mary at MaryQuilts - Making Scrap Quilts from Stash. I love fabric/art postcards! Second was a squishy...I waited until I poured a hot cup of tea and then let myself open it. Check out the wild Hawian keychain and fabric from Dionne! Oh, and don't forget the shell necklace! Friday is Hawiann shirt day where DH works...I may make a binder out of the lighter fabric for one of the gals he works with...she deserves it for putting up with him!
The weather here is relatively cool so I have been trying to get some of the gardening done. The renters barely took care of the lawn so I don't have to tell you how bad the gardens looked! It has been a bit fun doing some of the weeding and finding lots of new daylillies...they must have grown from seed becasue they are several feet away from the bed of daylillies. That is the main reason I am doing it myself. My DH would have just gone in there with a hoe and destroyed anything not immediately screaming "I am not a weed! It is slow going but there is progress. Here is photo of some of my daylillies I am trying to save...obviously the photo is from 4 years ago!Now, the house guest....Wednesday afternoon while walking MacBeth down near the river a pickup truck speed past us. When it was about 200 yards past us a hand came out the window and tossed a brown bag into the inlet. Now they just cleaned up the area to get ready for the Masters Golf tournament so I was doubly irked at them "littering." Mac however went wild! He did his little Houdini move, slipped out of his color and dashed to the spot they thew the bag. Picture this - me climbing down a Kudzo bank (for those non-southerners think ivy on steroids) trying to catch a 17 pound terrier on a mission. (A terrier who seems at that moment to have forgotten he cannot swim....)
Fortunately for MacBeth the mud slowed him down enough for me to get to him. And even with my heart beating like an old Chevy and my lungs wheezing like a steam engine I could hear the whimpers from the bag. Oh ya, with river sludge that went over my knees I waded to the bag that was only halfway submerged. It had 5 kittens in it. Three were still alive.
The next problem. I had Mac over one shoulder, the kittens stuffed into the pockets of my sweatshirt (kangaroo style) but couldn't get my legs out of the muck. I then heard a voice. It was an old gentleman that lives on the river...and when I say old I'm thinking he is pushing 90. Anyway, he threw me a rope...well, really the end of a garden hose...that he tied off to the mailbox on the corner. Very, very slowly I was able to climb out. Of course the police showed up when I was only about 2 feet from the top (have I mentioned we have the 'best dressed" police force")
So MacBeth's kittens came home in my pocket. Problem is I already have two cats and the only thing they agree on is that we should have no more cats. I keep the kittens in the guest bathroom safe from harm. Also, the house-guests are not quite weaned and have to be fed often...not a lot of sleep going on here. The little ones just have to whine for a second and MacBeth is howling to get into the bathroom to find out what is happening with his kittens. It was cute the first time...funny the second... 3 AM it isn't even remotely entertaining....Fortunately when I took them to the vets this morning a woman in the waiting room adopted one of them (the white one with a brown patch over one eye.) A neighbor has already spoken for the two greys and is picking them up today when she gets off from school. Which is really good since my DH comes home tonight from his business trip and doesn't know about the house guests....I sincerely doubt I will be able to stay awake until he gets home...