Cloud Banks

I’m in a cloud bank.  A wet and rainy mist-shrouded world of constant drip, drip, dripping.  Plunking on the metal roof, and a perpetual splat sound echoing outside.  Rain, rain, rain. It’s wet, it’s misty, it’s damp.  Paper is feeling damp.  The hygrometer says it’s 77% humidity in the house.  Damp, damp.  Soon anything that shouldn’t mold, might start.  It’s an old house.  Things mold.  Musty smells are common.  Thank goodness it’s not Britain….

The year started off dry.  So dry.  With one small snow storm that turned to ice for weeks… or a week (a week of ice feels much longer than it really is).  No rain.  Dry, dry, dry.  Everyone kept asking. “Well, what are you going to do if it doesn’t rain?”  This was in December or early January….  Can I smack those people now?  Not rain! Ha! Right.

Why do people feel the need to bemoan the weather before the season is even over? I get so tired of people saying it’s too wet, it’s too dry, it’s too windy, it’s too hot, it’s too cold.  Really?  Is there any perfect weather?  Uh, no.

We live in California. It can rain, it can snow, and it can be dry.  Heck, it can do that all in one afternoon where I live.  You think I’m joking?  The standard reply to whether or not you like the weather is to wait five minutes.  It can change that fast here.  Yet people that live here feel the need to predict the bad weather 6 months in advance, or ask me what I might do because of the bad weather, when the result will be six months from now.  That’s like asking me right now what I plan to have for dinner on the 8th of August.  Tell you what, why don’t you call me up on that day and ask me.  Not now.

So, rain rain rain.  It’s good.  There might be some minor flooding for the area, but hey, we can handle it.  Though I’m sure someone, somewhere is going to be complaining there head off about it.  Don’t look at me, I don’t make the weather.  Ask the Big Guy upstairs.

Signing off

~Kate

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Life Goes On

sochi  After two weeks plus of winter Olympics, I’m at a loss.  The world means just a little less to me and there is nothing to look forward to.  Life goes on.

Okay, that might be a bit dramatic, but honestly, after filling each night with sports for over a two week period, it just seems a little empty without all that drama.  I really got hooked into the Olympics this year. Not that I don’t every time they come around, but it seems like this time I was really focused on all the events.  I cut out some of my regularly scheduled watching for certain things like speed skating, which I normally love, to watching much more alpine events.  And curling. I have watched a fair amount of curling, though definitely not enough to what I would like to watch.curling-sochi-triangle-e1392306863656

I got hooked on curling with the Salt Lake City or maybe Torino games.  I was taping them in the middle of the night and watching them with my dad.  I got hooked on curling.  I only remember to really focus on it ever four years, but when I do, watch out, you are gonna hear about it.

I have gotten my sister to like watching the three hour games, and she will watch them as she folds laundry.  And I show great moves to my father, and try to explain the game to my mom, and wonder why everyone says the game is so hard to understand.  It has got to be the most simple thing to get.  It blows my mind that people don’t understand, and my only take on it is, they don’t really want to.

Sochi-Olympics-Curling-Men-1I have learned all the things I know about curling, rules, lingo, etc, from watching the games. I can explain what the hammer is, the button, a freeze, shot rock, the skip, and I can know where a rock/stone needs to be placed just from the set up.  And I don’t even take a serious look at the game. I just watch it.

Kind of how l learned how tennis was played. I watched it.

It surprises me how little people pay attention to things.  They go along in life saying, “I don’t understand that, or this”, but they never actually take the time to even try.  They are so wrapped up in their own thing that it becomes a cop out.

Yes, I am ranting.

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Anyways, the games are over. I loved all of it. Ted Ligety (Split) was one of the most exciting gold medals to see, along with Erin Hamlin and Davis and White.  And Andrew Weibrecht winning silver. All so exciting to see.  I was supremely disappointed with how lousy our two curling teams were.  I saw mistakes everywhere and I do not play the game. I was highly impressed with the Canadian teams and honestly, USA needs to take a few (or more) pointers from them.  We sucked.

Well, the games were great. I can’t wait for South Korea.  And now back to the semi final round of curling with Canada and China, then the gold medal round.  I still have them dvr’ed and I am going to be watching them.  I know, I’m strange.

Signing off

~Kate

Christmas Time Is Here

Our lovely patriotic tree. Done up in burgundy balls, turquoise baubles, and glittery icy white snowballs, icicles and dancing reindeer.

Our lovely patriotic tree. Done up in burgundy balls, turquoise baubles, and glittery icy white snowballs, icicles and dancing reindeer.

I’m sitting here looking at our lovely tree, dripping with icicles and red balls; gorgeous turquoise ornaments, and reindeer that leap and prance across the branches, twinkling with the most luscious glitter.  The tree sparkles and twinkles, dripping with jewels.  It is an elegant tree.

And it’s December 30th, 2012.  Yup, I am writing this post from last year.  Or it will be last year when this is eventually published.  I’m being proactive.  I never get around to posting an honest to goodness Christmas post here because I’m besieged with other holiday plans.  Like sitting back on the couch and reading because there is actually time.

I love Christmas.  My parents, growing up, had years of not the best Christmases and they more than made up for it for me and my sister.  I have adored Christmas since I can remember.  From the tree to the decorations, to the Mom and Pop bringing back special Christmas treats when they  came back from their mini vacation away from us two for a few days.  The Christmas season never lasted long enough, and still never does.  The one constant?  My family.

My family is always together for this holiday, partly because they can’t get rid of me.  I have had the luxury, though at times I don’t find it to be that way, of being able to spend all my Christmases with my family, excluding the one where I spent it in Pittsburgh with my then, boyfriend.

I love our traditions of watching The Holiday and The Santa Clause.  I love how we have our one Christmas cd we play over and over and over until it’s ingrained in our heads.  I love making homemade eggnog that every one raves about.  And I love just the whole spirit that is part of our family.

Christmas is definitely more about the family and spirit than the presents.  As the Grinch figured out And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

So, from the cold and snowy, White Christmas land of 2012, Merry Christmas dear readers.  Have a lovely Holiday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Signing off

~Kate

Journal Notes – The Great Pumpkin

This is from my journal, October 31, 2012

 

We’re watching Charlie Brown and The Great Pumpkin.  I love The Great Pumpkin.  Linus is such a dear.  The other night was a perfect Great Pumpkin night.  The nights where the clouds billow and a damp breeze comes down from the mountains.  You can smell wet leaves and the fresh, sharp scent of a freshly started fire.  It only comes in mid to late October.

 

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I rarely have time to type a post for the actual time I want.  Right now as I type this, it is mid February. I was going through my journal after a week of being ill and I just needed to see what had been going on lately. (I sometimes refresh my memory on what I want to write by re-reading the pages)  I found my post/entry on this and though, wow, what a great little thing to have typed up for October.

 

I happen to love The Great Pumpkin, and I look forward to watching it every year after growing up and NEVER watching it.  So what if I’m 31 and I like an old cartoon.  My father still enjoys it.  What’s not to love?  It’s endearing.  It’s kind of tradition.  Right?

 

Hoping everyone has a spectacular and safe Halloween.

 

Signing off

 

~Kate

 

That Vampire-y Time Of Year

Eden Vampire EditedIt’s that time of year when the ghosts, witches, and yes, vampires come out.  Honestly, I can’t really explain the fascination with vampires, though it seems to be a zombie kind of year….(why, WHY? Please let it end! Stop those zombies so we can get back to vampires please!)

I saw this costume idea for guys in a newsletter : Make your move in your best suit or tuxedo with a pair of sexy fangs and an elegant red cape.

Wow, doesn’t that just sound yummy?  Us gals seem to have this delight in sexy vampires.  Go figure.  Is it the Power? The Control?  The Fangs?  What is it about a vampire we like?

Eric Northman

Eric Northman

We go gaga over the Eric Northmans of the tv world.  And I’m just dying, no pun intended, to see the new Dracula with Jonathan Rys Meyers.0022-735x1024  Oh, and don’t forget about Vampire Diaries, and the gorgeous Aiden in Being Human (USA edition).

Sam Witwer as Aiden Turner

They make us fall in love with a blood sucking, evil, sadistic, chauvinistic creature and we eat it up.  I’ve yet to figure out my fascination.  I’m thinking that it’s mostly because they pick marvelous actors, and by marvelous I mean gorgeous, to play the roles.  Have you seen an ugly Dracula-esque vampire?  Okay, well the guy in Van Helsing was nothing to write home about, and personally, I do not like the Bill Compton of True Blood, the show, but for the most part, they are gosh darn good looking.  Just my opinion.

Those pretties from Vampire Diaries

And it’s fun to read about them, in a slightly sadistic way.  The very top picture makes me want to write about a vampire.  One that goes to a Halloween party and seduces, because come on, that is what they do, a delectable woman.  (I’m having fun with my adjectives today)  I can think of a number of fun ways to make this story work.

Well, you all can enjoy your living dead and zombie fascination.  The ones out there that love your werewolves (sorry Jacob, while I love you I’ll take Edward any day) and I’ll stick with my pale creatures of the night.  Hmm, maybe it’s because I’m a night owl…..

Writing on

~Kate

Summer Nights And Summer Films

From the front porchI’m sitting out on our front porch, which is almost de rigur  in the country, watching a tree swallows attempt to fit a too large feather into the hole of the birdhouse the swallows claimed months ago.  They should have had a nest built and babies there already.  Now he, or she, is poking its head out after succeeding in shoving the feather into the hole.

The sun is minutes from setting on this hot, June evening.  Clouds of gnats hover and congregate over the tall weeds.  The mountain air smells more like cow manure and a tractor just went down the highway.  Everyday things in the country.  In the field next door is a tractor waiting to cut the long grass tomorrow.

The days have been viciously hot, if you can call the low nineties vicious, but June evenings are magical.  When everything is still vibrant green and lush, not dried from the summer baking.  The air is filled with the golden flashes of flying insects and there is an ever present sound of birds singing. Or fighting, as I just heard that sound.  Crickets abound and mosquitoes are typical.

There is something about this time of year that makes me want to watch certain films that seem to scream summer.  Breakfast At Tiffany’s, Paris When It Sizzles, Sabrina, (yes, those are all Audrey Hepburn films), The Seven Year Itch, and old westerns like Once Upon a Time in the West.  There’s something kind of sexy about all those films.  The Audrey ones are probably my favorite, but I am an Audrey Hepburn fan.  For years I was a Marilyn Monroe fan, but since I only like 3 or 4 of her films, and her life wasn’t as admirable, I’ve changed my likes.  I adore Audrey Hepburn and I’m in a mood for summer films.

Like films, my music tastes change come summer.  I love pulling out Carole King’s Tapestry album because it should only be played in the hot summer months. Or America, Loggins and Messina, Seals and Crofts, and various other bands from the seventies.

And now the sun sets and the air is scented by the hot, spicy scent of pine resins that float down the mountains.  I’d love to stay on the porch reading and enjoying my cup of coffee, but I’m sure to be slapping mosquitoes soon, and I can’t bear that.  Besides, I spent this time writing out this post in my journal and I’ll need to type it up and post it with the picture I took of a view from the porch.  Also, after a day of watering and burning out in the sun, a shower is definitely in order.  too bad we don’t have an outdoor shower or a cattle trough bathtub.  I would love something like that.

So here’s to summer, sun, and sexy heatwave movies.  What are some of your summer must watch films?

Signing off

~Kate

Wordless Wednesday – Cooper Pink

Pink and CooperCooper is our friend’s rescued pitbull and mix dog.  Half blind and half deaf, he’s smarter than they think, and not quite as blind or deaf as they think.  This was a lucky shot taken in January when the pink of the fabrics picked up the pink of a very sweet dog.

Signing off

~Kate