>I’m trying not to be a nervous ‘mother’ and I’m trying to tell myself that by now it’s all over, and Bear is probably sleeping the sleep of the newly de-knackered, but that doesn’t stop me getting the fidgits

I would swear that he knew last night what was coming.
Those sad, reproachful little eyes.
The incredibly pathetic look as I handed him over at the Vet’s this morning

I do firmly believe non-breeding stock should be neutered [ especially when the neighbours don’t appear to have any such qualms ]
… but

… so I wait
and to fill the time I will share my comfy, shiny, red Jane Debster patent leather scuffs. Bought at the Op Shop for the grand sum of $2 and being worn purely and simply so I can show you that I’ve finished the second pair of Bripples.
Variegated yarns looks fab-u-lous in the skein or the ball, but sometimes disappointing when actually knitted up
especially in socks
especially with complex patterns
but plain, plain socks are so-o-o-o boring to knit

the reason I love this Broad Ripple pattern for socks, especially in hand dyed yarns, is that it is only 2 rows [ and one of them is just knit ] but it looks interesting without being obscured by, or obscuring, the beauty of the yarn.

Well that took my mind off Bear for a few minutes
Okay going now to have a nice soothing cup of chai with David out in the garden. There will probably be weed pulling and goat patting involved.

ETA: [at 4.20pm ] he’s home, and alternating between racing around in his usual manner and then doing the bow legged walk. His first priority was the food bowl, having been starved since 9 last night, and then a quick inspection of the operation site. He’s all snipped and [micro] chipped …
I’m happy now :]


>too much information?

>Mr Bear doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to be saying “Bye bye” to certain small portions of his anatomy tomorrow morning

>any Star Trek fans out there?


for anyone who isn’t a Trekkie, the android, Data had a striped orange cat named Spot.

I love that! My next stripy feline is absolutely going to be named Spot

the current His Orangeness, aka Oakley is so named because #1 son – who brought him home and therefore had naming rights – had a much prized, bright orange, metallic finish pair of Oakley sunnies at the time. The glasses are long gone but Oakley is still with us at 13.

Oakley and I would like to share with you Data’s ‘Ode to Spot’:

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


from the episode “Schisms”

>whatcha found Mr Bear?

what have you found little buddy?

brown and scaly
erkkk! – get outta there RIGHT NOW

oh, okay it’s got legs

it was one of the Bobs* this time but if one kind of reptile has woken up presumably so have all the others … the ones that don’t have legs … so I’m going to have to watch Bear because he knows no fear

Bear is still making loud and pointed remarks – through the screen door – about rotten bloody lizards having the temerity to trespass on his turf.

Some cheese may be in order. Bear is of the opinion that a good piece of Colby is very soothing to injured pride.

* Shingleback or Bob Tailed Lizards

>A Beautiful Spring Day

>Today was a picture perfect 25C [ about 77F] with clear blue skies and not the slightest trace of a breeze.

Definitely an outside day

Being of mixed Irish, English and Scots heritage and quite capable of getting sunburned changing a light bulb, I am now an ever so slightly rosy pink in some of the places that weren’t adequately sunscreened.

Anyway, moving on to the garden:

this is ‘Winter Lace’ Italian lavender and usually it would be finished by now, but for some reason it’s a bit late this year. I have it on both sides of the kitchen door and I just love the lushness of the flowers
These irises are out for the first time. I have no idea what they are called but aren’t they gorgeous ? You may be able to just see one of the tiny Johnny Jump Ups [ violas ] almost hidden there in the middle. The feathery looking leaves belong to some of my umpty gazillion larkspurs which are still a few weeks away from flowering.They are placed to the front of a bed that has a lot of the more common purple iris and some lavenders so the colour combinations are just perfect.
I took this one to give you a sense of their relative sizes. Those new ones are only about 6″ tall !

>how to waste a couple of hours

>Boring, boring, boring, fairly useless meeting tonight supposedly to do with establishing a Respite Care house here in town but mainly an excuse for posturing, drivel, jargon and self congratulation by various service providers.
Should’ve taken the current travelling sock … I was sitting in the back row … who would’ve noticed or cared?
Basically that was two and a half hours of my life that I won’t get back

current sock:
the start of another pair of Bripple Socks
this time I’m using a $20 hank of Opal Hundertwasser that I acquired with a quilt show prize voucher a couple of years ago. I’ve lightly overdyed it in [ from memory ] a burgundy-ish shade, which has made the colours richer and less garish than they appeared once I got it out into the clear light of day.
Absolutely no promises about this pair being finished at the Olympic speed of the last lot

>Look what my boy made!

>David has been busy making ‘pots’ in ceramic class

this one has three holes near the rim so I’m assuming it’s meant to be a bird feeder. The outside is brown and the inside – which no one will see if I string it up – is this glorious deep cherry red. Shall have to think on that one a while. One can never have too many bird feeders but … hey … maybe I could hang it low enough to see inside!

this purple one will be going to Nadie. It’s a bit wobbly on the bottom but somehow I don’t think she’s going to mind.

and then there is another larger one in a sort of khaki colour. It’s promised to Stephen.
and Nonna hasn’t been forgotten either. There’s a … mmmm … spoon rest/ashtray/pin dish/thingie for her. She’ll love it, whatever it is, just because David made it.

These pots are less ‘primitive’ looking than the ones that he did earlier in the year, and in a way I suppose that I prefer the earlier rough and rustic efforts, but I’m going to treasure my new feeder
I’m pretty proud of him
Bear wants you to know that he’s proud too [ totally gratuitous cute animal photo ]