Wednesday, July 30, 2014

African Attitude

Not all of Hubby's "trophies" were taken with a weapon.  Many were taken with a camera, allowing me to put together an impressive photo book of his trip.  You really do need to click on each photo to get the full effect. 

Sometimes these animals just didn't look real with their distinctive colors, 
as if they were painstakingly hand painted. 






Then there were the animals which either looked like 
spare parts hastily assembled...
...or proof that God has a sense of humor.


After a while, I found myself drawn in by the amusing,
spur of the moment, 
hey-that's-not-exactly-what-I-was-aiming-for shots.  

 
The face only a Mother could love.



I keep hearing Robert De Niro in my head mumbling, "You talking to me?"
 


African raspberry.



"If I hide behind a tree, no one can see me."
 
 
 
"Hey!  I can see Friday from here."
(followed by De Niro), 
"You looking at ME?!"
 
But my favorite shot by far, 
is one which makes me laugh out loud. 
There's just something about that flip of the head 
that translates into a whole new attitude.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Just Checking In

I'm here.  
I'm hoping you're there.  
Here's wishing all of us a good week.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Let it Pour

Well, we had that first Thunderstorm of Summer that took out a tree and several limbs.  Since then....pretty much nothing.

Not so much a drought, but such minute sprinkles that rain seems to evaporate before it hits the ground.  Our green lawn is now brown and crunchy.

And then Mother Nature threw down.  In buckets.  And I got to ride home through it.  Twice.

The first time hit just as I was leaving work the other day and I could barely see the front of my car.  I thought I'd waited long enough, because that storm had hit before the end of the work day, so I thought it was done.  Not hardly.  There was a 2 mile let up, then I "caught" up to the original storm.  It stopped long enough for me to turn toward the house and see this.


 





At least I got to the front porch before it hit again.

 
                                                                  Heading inside,
                                              I'm pretty sure I heard the grass sighing in joy.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

African Adventure = I Get Souvenirs

As promised, a glance at what Hubby brought home from his adventure.  Heaven help me,  he's already talking about going back!

Okay, so we'll start with a couple of things he brought home for his "Africa wall"...that will be in his Shop, not the house.

Tribal masks: Male and Female
 

Then antique versions of Female and Male


 This knife slides into its carved wooden handle,
 the blade is a metal pounded out by hand.

Just what Map needs for opening beer:
a Warthog tusk bottle opener. 


Then comes the girl stuff that you'd expect a husband to buy: 
Jewelry.


  The "Giraffe earrings" are carved from bone.
The diamond shaped pair are wood from a local tree, inlaid with bone.

Both the bracelet and necklace are carved bone. 

Then he got creative.


How about a pair of hand carved bone Salt & Pepper shakers?
One has a Rhino, the other an Elephant.  
 
  

 These folks are masters at wood carving.
A bowl, complete with Zebra stripes.


A Trinket Box carved out of a tree.

Take a look inside....what you can't see is the box isn't square,
the sides are actually carved inward.
 

Then there's this amazing carving, 
handcrafted while Hubby waited...
on a nut!

It's about the size of a medium fig 
and has a Zebra...
a Giraffe and an

Elephant.
(Plus my name)

Of course the best gift was getting Hubby back in one piece,
rested, relaxed and with lots of stories.
But he had one more surprise for me.

Now how cool is that?!

Monday, July 7, 2014

Coming Soon...

...non-hunting photos of Hubby's trip to Africa, plus local art and gifts for the spouse who stayed home and dealt with things that crashed.  :)

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Ending on a High Note




In the south, I grew up with the art of the "Sunday Ride".  This is not to be confused with Sunday Drivers, who obliviously meander at 12 miles per hour while other drivers develop road rage or migraines. No, a Sunday Ride was Granddaddy's secret way of spoiling us with a lesson in patience thrown in for good measure.

We lived next door to my Dad's parents until I was 8.  On countless Sundays, Granddaddy would feel the need to load up his wife, Dad's unmarried sister, my parents and siblings.  There was always some "excuse" about needing to go look at something, or to get Grandma out of the house so she could see the home of the lady with the prettiest flowers in town.  And if we children (only 2 of us at the time) could be patient, Granddaddy would develop a sudden taste for ice cream on the way home.   Until the day they tore it down to build something else, my little heart would beat faster every time we neared that neighborhood drug store.

Some of you might remember them.  "Business" in the back, where all prescriptions were filled promptly, and "Fun" on the side, where the counter holding stools and ice cream lived.  Sealtest Ice Cream.  The best in my world.


For a kid who was born a chocoholic, my favorite flavor was Strawberry.  There were big chunks of REAL strawberries in it and I swear, next to Grandma's home churned stuff, it was the best ice cream on the planet. One scoop, a HUGE scoop at that, on a cone would keep me content for a week.  In the meantime, I learned that patience is a virtue...and often came with a creamy, cold treat for which Granddaddy would get thanked with the wholehearted gratitude that only children seem to show.

Those treat afternoons stopped when Granddaddy had his second stroke and became bedridden.  He died when I was 14 and ice cream never tasted as good again.  The Sealtest brand was sold, and it became a conglomerate of Good Humor/Byers.  Modern technology has never matched the texture or joy I remember as a kid.

And yet, growing up didn't completely keep me away from Sunday Rides.  Hubby and I, plus Bou (and Smokey when he was alive) have been known to pile in a car for a ride away from the humdrum of every day.  A mini vacation from reality, as I think of it.  Sure, with gas prices we don't go far but in the summer, those rides include the occasional ice cream cone.  And Bou has learned that if he's patient, I can never finish my cone, so he helps.

Riding is Bou's favorite activity, with Eating and Sleeping ranking a close 2nd and 3rd.  But today's ride will be his favorite of all.  For while I've been on a Staycation (by choice), Hubby has been on the adventure of a lifetime that will be shared in weeks to come.  In the meantime, Bou is ready to load up and head for the drop zone just beyond the airport...Hubby traveled with a group and didn't want me to have to go all the way to the airport.


And if they're both good on the ride home, 
                   I might just have to stop and get them some ice cream.



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Vacation Update


Let's review.


So I began with a computer crash. 
(I didn't do it, but don't think I didn't consider it!)

Followed by a tree crash.

You can't tell from this angle, 
but the tree is not only against the kitchen window, 
it's resting on top of the propane tank.
Poor tree got so scared of the storm 
it tried to run right out of the ground.

On the third day, the vacuum and I had an argument.
I thought it should actually suck up dirt. 
 It decided to go into a coma.

Frustrated, I gave up and went to sleep.
The next morning I performed the Heimlich Maneuver on the vacuum 
and it came back to life.

Next I discovered my computer has developed a new problem.

Not a virus...but an attitude.  
I don't know how many versions of Windows 7 there might be, 
but it's not the one I started with...
some of the functions have evaporated.  
Thanks to Ponita, Kim and my sis-in-law, 
I can finally edit photos again.  
Ironically the first ones were of the storm damage.


Just when I thought everything was almost under control with the computer
my 14 year old nephew who I love 
(and less face it, he's already 5'11" so I need to be his favorite aunt)
wanted to come and just hang.

That's cool.
We ate pizza and watched a comedy.  
It was nice not to have football practice, he said.
Then he added, 
"I've been learning Origami and need your help with a project."
I was surprised when the YouTube video he pulled up 
was for making a paper gun.
Sigh.
Yes, I provided paper and tape and he made it.
I look at it this way: it was harmless, I witnessed a teenager actually following instructions and honestly, 
it was payback for all the crap my little brother, HIS father, 
had ever thrown my way during our childhood.

But before nephew left, I did penance for my part in Origami Art.

A neighbor brought by fresh corn from his farm.
A bushel of fresh corn.  
I sent a dozen ears home with nephew, took a small bag to Mom & Mom-in-law and shared with a friend.
Then I shucked and processed 49 ears for the freezer, with a couple of pints cut off the cob.  


 And the next day, 
as I decided to stop housework and food preparation for some ME time,
my neighbor came by with another bag of corn.

Actually he had 4, which would've been another bushel plus.
I tried to talk my way out of it.
He guilted me into one more bag.
Now there are 6 more pints of corn off the cob in the freezer. 

But hey, Bou is having a great time.
 Thanks to his constant need to for a R-I-D-E,
the house is really clean as we've been recycling.
More than once.
And it was interesting to discover our dog either has radar
 or is a fine actor.

As we went to make the bank deposit, 
he was snoozing on the back seat.
Until he heard me say, "Hello" to the bank teller.
Then that head popped up 
and he nudged my neck so I'd roll his window down
and he put on the best performance ever of
"Hey, look at me!  Aren't I something?"

And the bank teller fell for it.

You see, the fun part of living in a small town 
is that so many of us have dogs, 
the bank tellers hand out dog biscuits.
And they always take one look at Bou and say,
"Wow, you're a big boy...you get TWO biscuits!"

He wags his tail, grins like Elvis and I say thank you for him.
Then as we drive off, I swear I see him smirking in the mirror,
ecstatic about his successful double dipping.

I think tomorrow, 
HE gets to decide what we do for the day.
At the worse, 
we'll be riding in the car and taking several naps.

Sounds like a plan.