It's been a long time since writing....

Let's see if this thing still works! Life goes on here in Merrye Olde Gilford, NH.....still taking care of Mom, still hooking, dyeing, and messing about. The cats are fine, and the rats are no longer procreating....hahaha, locked cages help. I still have 8 of them, and they are a great joy. That sounds awful, but domesticated rats make very good pets, and I will always promote them and try to educate people.

Perseverance pays off, doesn't it?

this is a very short video of Cassidy as a baby. She was wild as a coot when I bought her. The owners did not socialize the kittens at all, and she was terrified. The day I picked her up, my fantasy was to drive peacefully home with a purring kitten in my lap. Great bonding potential. The reality was I had to duct tape a large cardboard box to get her home, otherwise she would have riccocheted around the car and buried herself under the gas pedal. aggggh. With patience and lots of love and attention, she finally tamed into a wonderful, loving cat. The following year, I bought another kitten from the same breeders, same parents of Cassidy's but a later litter. He was almost as wild as she was, but he has remained a rather timid cat with a loose coat. He looks like a private eye who's fallen on hard times, seedy trenchcoat, skulking gait. Poor Junior! No matter what, I love my Meezers. I have owned a Siamese cat since leaving home for good, but didn't own more than one at a time till the past few years. Junior's official name is Casey Jones, aka the Casey Jones in the Grateful Dead song..."driving that train, high on cocaine...". In his case, the high would be from catnip. :)) My third Siamese cat is Sugaree, and she is a Snowshoe Siamese, 15 years old. If you are a Grateful Dead fan, you will know that all three cats are named after three of their songs. I love their music and was lucky enough to see them three times in concert. So here we have the Terrible Trio of three meezers. There is panic and hilarity every day. Then toss in six, yes, six, pet rats, plus my mother, and you have a complete household. There are stories to tell....

This is a spectacular antique quilt made from woolen cloth. From experience I know they are heavy to sleep under. It's sort of a built in babysitter, because the quilt keeps you pinned to the bed! They are soooo warm and more so if made by a Grammie. ;)) I have sewed with wool, made a couple of woolen lap robes from vintage Pendleton wool shirts, but mostly my wools go into rugs. Sometimes I give my pet rats some bits to cuddle up to. They chew them up and turn them into lacy looking rags. Good night, all.

Day One, Again

Here I am trying to get another blog going.....biggest question is whether I will make/take the time to contribute to it and not let it starve like the other one. We shall see. I want to express my gratitude in growing up on Merrymeeting Lake in New Durham, NH, at my grandparents' cottage and later, at my parents place right next door. At that time, lakefront living was affordable for almost any average family, and we took it as a matter of fact. Now, in 2008, any waterfront living is only for the wealthy. It is disgusting to see the average NH family driven from their cottage or home due to inability to pay the ridiculous high taxes, only to see their much loved home torn down and a mausoleum of extravagence erected. Thank goodness I did have the wonderful life of living next to water for a number of years. Those years on Merrymeeting spent with my grandparents have shaped my life more than anything else, and I am eternally grateful. I have remained in the general area for my adult life, taking nourishment from the natural world around me.