Senator Edward Kennedy

"The cause endures,

the hope still lives,

and the dream shall never die."

Do you see the guilt in her eyes?

I love Sienna, you all know that, but can you see the guilt in her eyes here? I ask you, would you believe anything she said wth that look on her face? I have seen less guilt on a 3 year old standing in a puddle of spilled cake batter. I KNOW what I am talking about.

Sienna has been sleeping on my bed lately. That is fine, but she likes to get up about an hour ahead of me, and I keep reminding her where she is supposed to be, but she seems to spend some time wandering around the house doing inventory.

People, she is FIVE years old this December. She is not some innocent puppy. Today, when I walked into the living room, I discovered the look you see above and the item you see below.

This was once the remote control for my Air Conditioner. Needless to say, it doesn't work any more and since the internet has failed to reveal a replacement, I guess I am going to be getting up to change the temp. Meanwhile, I am considering making her do it with her nose.

Some organizational thoughts

There is a new show on TV called Hoarders, and the first show documented a young couple whose house had gotten the better of them since she shopped obsessively and he "stored" everything that came into the house, and another segment looked at a woman who had food dating back to 1996.

I am a bit of a hoarder myself, I excuse it by saying that all mixed media artist types are hoarders. When I stop to pick up a bit of metal that has been run over and flattened by a truck to an interesting shape, I use that reasoning to carry it home and put it in the box with an assortment of similar items.

I rationalize that the difference is in degree. All my things are in boxes that are labeled and I can move unimpeded from room to room. I am the queen of creative storage, so my aquisitions don't prevent me from walking about in the dark and I don't have to worry that I might step on a year old banana or a rotted pumpkin.

HOWEVER....... while I was watching this show I was knotting together little bits of leftover sock yarn so I could use food coloring to overdye it into a similar tone so I could use it to knit something I had an idea about. Sounds rational until you reember that I also have storage tubs labeled A through H that contain unused yarn that is already dyed by someone else in pleasant shades and doesn't have a knot every 40 inches or so...

I don't think I am about to slip over the edge ................ yet.

I've got friends in high places

Suches, Georgia and Atlanta, Georgia to be specific. Up here in the great northern metroplex we are suffering a blight. A kindred of the potato blight that resulted in the potato famine in Ireland only it is attacking tomato plants. Although we are not likely to die from the lack of good tomato sandwiches, we are really missing those tomatoes.

Enter my friends in high places and warm places. When I complained about how much I was missing tomatoes, J. and A. packed up 10 HUGE Cherokee Rose tomatoes from the Suches garden. Packed them in those bubble packs from Amazon and newspapers mind you, and mailed them to me.

and they got here in 4 DAYS in PERFECT SHAPE!!

What do you think the odds of that happening are?

SO, for those of you in tomato deprived areas of the Northeast US, here they are. Feast your eyes on real live huge gorgeous tomatoes.

and yes, that is the bottom of a cat paw in the upper left of that last picture. You don't think that Clem was going to let these pass by uninspected, did you?