Thursday, September 29, 2011

Blinger Year

I tell you what...this has been a rough year.  Perhaps I ought to change the name of this blog from "merrily as we go" to simply "onward we go"... lol.  We are missing the presence of those who have gone...  In addition, we bear little wounds, from battle and other, that don't mend... (It just hit me...the new blog name could be "Limping Along" Must laugh.)

Meanwhile, I thought I'd post this poem.  I once scrawled it on a piece of paper for my late Mema, so many years ago.  It's applicable when missing Those Who are Gone.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e. e. cummings ~

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Lackluster Project

I toiled away on these cushion covers and am disappointed with their thoroughly amateur-home-made look.  Nice fabric, of course... These just slip around the cushions and are similiar, in construction, to a fitted sheet.

I can't complain too much, because it's not too often that a project "flops" entirely.  (Now, many projects turn out differently than expected, but still turn out an attractive end result.  I don't get uptight about that....)

They don't look nice; nevertheless, they are easily removeable and washable. (I tell myself...) 

These cushion covers really bother me. 

Monday, September 26, 2011

Fading Garden Delights

Sometimes the end-of-season fading of the garden is a relief.  Instead of going out with several buckets to start picking, and wondering when I'll have time to get all the tomatoes "put up", I scrounge around and find enough goodies in the garden to make something tasty out of leftover, plain rice.  A few Roma tomatoes, 2 spring onions, a red onion, a little basil... Enough for tonight.

Also, I was so pleasantly surprised (delighted, really), when I realized that the heirloom husk cherry tomatos had thrived.  I didn't think that they had.  I also couldn't help squealing with pleasure when I tasted them. 

They are fruitier and sweeter than a cherry tomato.  I like how they look too.

Friday, September 23, 2011

The Circus and Beachwear

We joined the circus.  Well..we didn't join it, but we worked our acts in one.  I have ridden in rodeos, roadshows, fairs, conventions, etc.....and I have to say that this experience was one of the best. 

We rode with the Vidbel Circus and they were delightful people to work for.  We would definately travel a few hundred miles to work for them anytime.  But as usual, I got too caught up in our work (performing, costume changing, horse-care, Indian/child care) to take pictures after the first few, but the-above-pictured is the bigtop tent on it's way up. :)

And it was nice that the owners' daughter is the same age as Strapping Young Lad.

Baby Girl enjoyed hanging out at the horse trailer and riding on Hubby's back during show-time.  Dum-dum lollipops and raisins are very helpful during these times.

Anyway, before and after this latest opportunity for our eccentric talents, I was working on a beach bathrobe for the Young Lady of this household.  Remember Strapping Young Lad's beachrobe?

This is made from fabulously-buttery-yellow towels from Wal-mart.  The bias tape edging is peachy pink which ties in very nicely with the flannel hood-lining.

I love feminine things for girls, though occasionally I grow weary of over-done hot pinks and purples.  Like, girls don't get to wear any other colors but pink or purple until they're...old.

This robe is very sweet and a little tart.  Just like my Baby Girl.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

In our absence

I haven't been blogging because we've been detained elsewhere. We had a week-long job, peforming with our horses, and it took a whole week to prepare, and almost a whole week to recover.

This picture is the feeding (assembly) line at our jobsite.  Yes, we "camped" out.  And yes, in keeping with tradition, Strapping Young Lad has his cowboy boots on the wrong feet.

I took very few pictures, because the days after these pictures were taken; sadly, we had pouring rains and flooding and I switched into survival mode, and let's just-finish-the-job and get-out-of-here-mode.

Strapping Young Lad kind of "stole the show" and everyones' hearts , while he was it.  By the end of the week, he was being announced along with my name, as part of the act.

Doesn't Pucchini look slightly ethereal here (minus the sloppy, busy background)?  After a week of mostly-honorable behavior, Pucchini officially joins the BrotherHood of Good Horses (an eccentric concept that we joke about, but are also slightly serious about...a brotherhood composed of horses that go above and beyond the normal call of duty.  So Pucchini is officially a "Brother" now.  Good to know, isn't it.)

We privately refer to him affectionately as "Pun" (pronounced 'Poon') or "Cheen-cheen."

And I didn't even get to taking a picture of Satchel, my western trick riding horse.  Poor "Hatchy."  (He's been in the Brotherhood for over 2 years already...)

So that's more than you may be interested to know.  And now for the clean-up and putting things away...

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Onward We Go...

So sometimes we go less merrily than at other times. Yet, still we go.

It seems that we are faced with a burden that will not be resolved in the short-term. 

It appears that it is my lot to keep vigil.  I lay down my life by keeping watch over my child. By not resting.  In the present.  Everyday. 

Standing and fighting when it is wise.   And to lay purposefully in wait when it is wise; wait for the Truth to wind itself through the Muck and Mire of the Darkness.

I have watched as Strapping Young Lad, his 5-Year-Old Self, has solemnly advised Those with more liberal-leanings that:
 " Good always wins.  It might not always look like it, but in the End, Good always wins." 
 He says this knowingly.

We have worked to instill this in his young, pure Heart. 
 And so our teaching to my beloved Child comes back to me in my own darkest hours.  Good (God) always wins. 
And so, Dusk soundlessly descends upon our home.  Baby Girl mourns day's end in her bed.  I hear Strapping Young Lad's ceaseless chatter as he "helps" Hubby outside.

I breathe deeply of the herb bouquet that I've snipped from under the kitchen window. 

And I wait. Good always wins.