tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313754220673808802024-03-13T02:25:41.560-07:00From Out of The FogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-65507597951639533032012-02-17T08:20:00.000-08:002012-02-17T08:20:38.291-08:00Hope it works this time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzEB-vgeghz43A3IQX4SFpJ7RSlgc97YuKxEn4QBWtzjCyNYIiDxrTNRGX3vrIb6gITd-u6ji9gD5LfdbxQzQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>She is looking much better now.xxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-13010201287587096302012-02-03T14:55:00.000-08:002012-02-04T16:42:57.560-08:00Ma in Murchison 'orspiddleHi La Famille,<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zPR-tTItwEs/TyxinJf4NPI/AAAAAAAAANE/Zlk70MaQaBw/s1600/Ma+001.avi" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D652b242b7de490e0%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1328330494%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D157E930664B93019E43832CD9668B640B477CF4E.7EA8B7714FF18B8F121CC7F48F3EB0B14539892F%26key%3Dlh1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D652b242b7de490e0%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1328330494%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D157E930664B93019E43832CD9668B640B477CF4E.7EA8B7714FF18B8F121CC7F48F3EB0B14539892F%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>correct me if it is Le one of you Frenchyphiles. Ma looks good does she not? Spot of lippy and a haircut! I actually cut her hair in Nelson the other day- bit tricky as she was in bed with pillows behind her head, but we managed and she felt much better. Hope you all enjoy seeing and hearing our beautiful Ma/Grandma/Great Grandma.xxxxxxx Nick.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-50889897312574771172011-08-15T12:12:00.000-07:002011-08-15T12:12:30.853-07:00I'm glad we have weather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3ItXCx2gXY/TklsUXPxDcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/73FPsvBdStY/s1600/blog+and+bob+and+spudblog+and+school+and+paula+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3ItXCx2gXY/TklsUXPxDcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/73FPsvBdStY/s320/blog+and+bob+and+spudblog+and+school+and+paula+026.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> This is what the sky looked like towards the south this morning while we worked our horses in the pony club arena, before we left for town.<br />
Meanwhile, heres a joke we read about Mississipi- I've changed it to Murchison. A Murchison couple came out of the divorce court and the man said, "Stop crying. So we got a divorce....You're still my cousin."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxumzI3ddSk/TjruuiRfVSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/le0EKsChqP0/s1600/blog+and+bob+and+spud+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxumzI3ddSk/TjruuiRfVSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/le0EKsChqP0/s320/blog+and+bob+and+spud+015.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div>That was the weekend. Today is the following Friday. My life doesn't feel like a maths problem today. And how did I solve my problems? I simply put one foot in front of the other and kept on moving. Literally and figuratively along through each screaming, glorious, stubborn moment of my whole life till now. Here are some morning photos of my road and some afternoon photos of creativity and the cat who would not look at the camera- looking at the camera. Can you tell which is which?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-78268198996920004732011-07-17T12:01:00.000-07:002011-07-17T12:01:53.162-07:00Winter is finally here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmoydldUXTQ/TiMu4bTTTVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WaVB28CINQs/s1600/cake+stand+photos+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmoydldUXTQ/TiMu4bTTTVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WaVB28CINQs/s320/cake+stand+photos+043.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> As you can see from these shots there is snow on the hills all around us. This is the first glorius clear afternoon we've had in while. There's been lightning and thunder, hail and RAIN and, need I say it, snow. But I'm glad. I love the conrast of the seasons. The first shot is to the East and the second shot is to the West. So respectively towards Nelson and towards the Coast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXdIpBjge40/TiMvOVo-plI/AAAAAAAAAMg/s5tGmEmOSNs/s1600/cake+stand+photos+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXdIpBjge40/TiMvOVo-plI/AAAAAAAAAMg/s5tGmEmOSNs/s320/cake+stand+photos+044.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Salsa who we've had back in for more anti-biotics and to re- assess her state. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her wound has not yet healed and she had started having trouble eating hay. After a week she is starting to look better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Hey you can play spot the difference in these photos of a mobile I made for the daughter of a friend's baby.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, it's Mum's Birthday today!! We went to town and we all 'got things'. Mum had her teeth cleaned and her plate reshaped, then she had her toenails manicured at the chiropodist, then we picked up new glasses for me. Ones that stay on my face the whole time-progressive and pink and plastic. No more taking on and off, on and off, breaking the frames, peering over the top of, standing on the glasses, falling off my head. Yay, life gets simpler and more complex as we age I thingk! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a photo of me taking a photo of my noo glasses, cleverly stretching out my 'softening' face . Not bad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">This is the trio in the front, driver, navigator and spotter. They do a splendid job, while I lanquish as much as one can wedged between walking frame, shopping and stuffed toys- more on that in a minute.</div><br />
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This is us- well Bob and Granny- but you can see my coffee- having a Birthday lunch. It was ok, but we think the people are new at the game so for just three of us we waited a <u>long</u> time. Never mind they will probably get better and we wish them well because it's got all the elements of a go ahead concern.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TS-z3YDnLjg/Tf7iJq2l0_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZvdFLfIgU5c/s1600/blogshots+436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TS-z3YDnLjg/Tf7iJq2l0_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZvdFLfIgU5c/s320/blogshots+436.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I said we all got something and I wasn't lieing. Mr Shortstuff got 4 new stuffed toys from the recyclers- for wait .....$1. Bargain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We let him have them one at a time. This is number one once we got home. Dog heaven.</div><br />
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<div align="center">And my darling? Well besides a day with us he came home with papers to fill out to become a 'licenced building practitioner'. And here he is filling them in.xxx my darling. See his lovely shirt and waistcoat he pur-chased in America.</div><div align="center">By y'all. </div><div align="center">P.S. There will be a free giveaway for anyone who can tell me how old Mum is. No, not really, just playing 'real blog person'!</div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE_meZDOENU/Tf7jTODc4-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/iVpZMUSAs-g/s1600/blogshots+441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE_meZDOENU/Tf7jTODc4-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/iVpZMUSAs-g/s320/blogshots+441.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-11002624906392488152011-06-19T01:29:00.000-07:002011-06-19T01:36:04.022-07:00What's new?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll tell you what. Bob is back from the States and he had a fantastic time with horse people and horses, and a not so fantastic time feeling lonely sometimes especially amid far more people and traffic than he is used to. What's also new is that we have both been a bit coldy, snuffly, headachey. Too bad. I take paracetamol, nap in the afternoon and get over it. Bob sweats it out at night, ick. Anyway here are some pictures from over the past couple of weeks when I haven't blogged and even one from way back. I just liked the colour. AND specially for the blind or partially sited an upside down photo. I know, I do my best to increase my audience. This is a morning shot 'Sun through Fog'. Taken a couple of weeks back. Back then I thought winter might actually happen. I have my doubts- it is so damn warm. I love frosts, fires, ice, snow even, getting warm after a cold walk, comfort food, no weed growth. I'm beginning to feel cheated. But next week it is the shortest day and maybe the saying "As the days get longer, the winter gets stronger' will kick in. Here's hoping. Many of you wont agree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Hey did you notice something odd about this pic? No worries if you didn't. It's especially for you.xx<br />
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I've added this because this is an OLDEY but a goody, simply because I like the colours in the picture and the shape of avacados and also they remind me of our friends Brett and Jane who grow them. Too bad they also remind me that the weather is not much different to what it was back when Bob brought them back from Golden Bay over a month and a half ago.<br />
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This is a Moth Orchid in my Mum's room that has finally flowered again. My brother and his family gave it to Mum probably four years ago now. It is generally a regular flower bearer- well once a year I guess. Beautiful plant.<br />
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Hey, who's that English Professer/Beekeeper giving feed to Sassy and Princess? OMG It's Bob! Back from America and looking...British. I don't get it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is Sassy. She is a sweetie, but surplus to requierments so she is for sale. We'll help her find a good home.</div><br />
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And finally a new Geranium I bought for Mum to repalce the Mother's day Chrysanthemum, which is now in the garden. It lives with the Moth Orchid. I hope it will be very happy. I love Geraniums. So does Mum. Luckily.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, no I haven't posted recently. I've wondered about that and it wasn't until Bob said so to me this morning on the phone that I thought about getting back to it agagin- Bob's still in USA. back soon tho!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I realised that actually I'd been quite busy with other things. The top shot is a typical interaction between friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Why the cat? Why the cupboard. Why is a crooked letter and zed is no better.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-74773249860885984702011-05-29T00:27:00.000-07:002011-05-29T00:27:41.298-07:00Fairies like the rain<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It even got to be a bit more than this, but the bucket didn't leave its spot.<br />
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These are dog family. The yellow dog, Meg is the daughter of our old dog Tigger and the dog down the road Digger. The big black tan and white is Rig, son of Meg and a local farm dog. He looks like he's thrown back to Digger! The short ass is Yours Truly.<br />
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Boo at play- he loves straps and strings, chords and things that just peek out from behind things. Those are his favourite things.<br />
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Here he is asleep in the dog kennel, which Shorty avoids like the plaque- that and his harness. Shorty's theme song is 'Don't Fence Me In'. We sing it every night together after dinner.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The heater is a favourite animal hang out early in the morning before I light a fire (if I light a fire, it's been so warm!). This is a picture of snuggling not wrestling which is actually very rare.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> or me making stuff late on a Thursday night. Work in progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yf42g1HnYE/Tcwq8IXHf5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gdeSl8PNyio/s1600/blogshots+292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yf42g1HnYE/Tcwq8IXHf5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gdeSl8PNyio/s320/blogshots+292.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-89735903418937153002011-05-11T19:13:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:24:13.425-07:00Salsa updato<div style="text-align: center;">Hi there, beatuful day, after more rain. Wet all round, but not cold. I should be a weather person.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Following is a sequence of visiting with Muzz and Salsa. her wound is hardly dripping and looks to be sealing over. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxpbIlIl6pA/TctHA6Gq6KI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2lLDTwiYM8c/s1600/blogshots+288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxpbIlIl6pA/TctHA6Gq6KI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2lLDTwiYM8c/s320/blogshots+288.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tommorrow I'm going to bring warm water and a glove down and really scrub it out. Over the last day or so I've just been squirting. Sorry about the water on the lense marks. And horses always seem to want to move or get CLOSER.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-91065511677343156032011-05-11T00:30:00.000-07:002011-05-11T00:30:42.272-07:00Perty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyCu69cn6zE/Tco5tVYPKUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zGvOVQFJIVo/s1600/blogshots+280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyCu69cn6zE/Tco5tVYPKUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zGvOVQFJIVo/s640/blogshots+280.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>I tried to add this to my last post and somehow I deleated it. I love the colour in the sky and the mix of natural with man-made as you tend to get in small towns. And I love the atmosphere. When I first came to live in fogland I thought I couldn't do it for another winter. How wrong was I! I love all its variations now, and the way it blocks you in and other stuff out and then reappears things again- like a magician.<br />
Bob is having a good time in USA so far.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-50597880826867753482011-05-11T00:19:00.000-07:002011-05-11T00:19:35.485-07:00Afternoon Adventuring and Misty Morning Meandering <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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OH dear, now I'm into real trivia. Hang on I'll just search out an incidental, random pic.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3H2oCKGApes/Tcj-BfrwbNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0zT2PZZDxZ0/s1600/Nan+%2528Nora+Snadden%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3H2oCKGApes/Tcj-BfrwbNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0zT2PZZDxZ0/s320/Nan+%2528Nora+Snadden%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my fathers mother Honora Snadden (ne Pine). I will end up looking like her as I age.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think I get my melancholy nature from her too. And I can paint. She could paint. She also palyed the piano really well, that I don't do, well or otherwise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her father Timothy was a station manager (among other things). Her mother Agnus made damn good bread and crackers. I wish I knew more about Agnus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hello Nan xx</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-36695301853560147672011-05-08T00:37:00.000-07:002011-05-08T00:37:54.065-07:00Mothers Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2nPcCjk2BE/TcZAY4LQJbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/avsvcFMKMWw/s1600/blogshots+248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2nPcCjk2BE/TcZAY4LQJbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/avsvcFMKMWw/s320/blogshots+248.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I am a mother to this foal. Yes it is a grey miserable day if you were wondering. And even if you weren't. I am waking in the night and worrying about her and doing my best by her during the day. Like today as she eats our lawn and weeds between plants.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vievkQ_DLTY/TcY_zHcXF0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/nArxG1qqtVU/s1600/blogshots+246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vievkQ_DLTY/TcY_zHcXF0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/nArxG1qqtVU/s320/blogshots+246.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I bought Muzzy down for her to talk to tonight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rQiSuGRcYI/TcZFGBHCARI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g9qRTDtMzFA/s1600/blogshots+249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rQiSuGRcYI/TcZFGBHCARI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g9qRTDtMzFA/s320/blogshots+249.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is Mother's day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I bought my Mum these potted Chrystanths and Pot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's Mother's day so a lovely girl I know at the Petrol station said Happy Mother's Day and I cried. (So sorry, Kerrie!) I hadn't twigged what it was till then.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wasn't Mother's day yesterday but I spent the day in and out of missing my girl and trying to figure out ways to try and make missing her feel unlike shrapnel in my gut. And it's Mothers day today. I'm not holding out for my son to notice!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf6R9mycc50/TcZBSQQyCKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/T1_ekKS0T7k/s1600/P1010114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf6R9mycc50/TcZBSQQyCKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/T1_ekKS0T7k/s320/P1010114.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is my beautiful girl Freya in death.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rr_H_bRboSY/TcZCNaOXKpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vCqaYo3GLJ8/s1600/kathryn+n+freya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rr_H_bRboSY/TcZCNaOXKpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vCqaYo3GLJ8/s320/kathryn+n+freya.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">And this is her and her best friend Kathryn in life.</div><div align="center">God I miss her.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-55564917168148349462011-05-05T21:55:00.000-07:002011-05-05T23:11:16.955-07:00Poor Sore Paw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcssjXA3ytk/TcOFkt4cxII/AAAAAAAAAIE/US-rGyVJkkI/s1600/blogshots+236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcssjXA3ytk/TcOFkt4cxII/AAAAAAAAAIE/US-rGyVJkkI/s320/blogshots+236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> These are two photos of someone who is very sad. So sad in fact he could only walk on three legs, so so sad in fact he had to stop walking and be picked up. So sad, so quiet, so hurt.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ur2T2YaxLE/TcOHN7fi5AI/AAAAAAAAAII/2kieAsL-DU0/s1600/blogshots+237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ur2T2YaxLE/TcOHN7fi5AI/AAAAAAAAAII/2kieAsL-DU0/s320/blogshots+237.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A wasp or a bee stung him on the top of his paw and rendered him.....crippled. Emotionally as well as physically I might add. Ten minutes into our half hour walk. I'm sure I used up extra energy carrying the cripple. I guess it actually is a bit swollen. Now onto a real hurt. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziFKDVDdFXk/TcOHzpcF0qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eQRlLfangZk/s1600/blogshots+239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziFKDVDdFXk/TcOHzpcF0qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eQRlLfangZk/s320/blogshots+239.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Salsa's wound is clean (Mike cut off some proud flesh yesterday and got rid of stitches), frothy( I think their must be air coming in from her chewing via the wee hole), but with no swelling now. I have taped off some green grass next to my garden which has kept her busy all day. We are still not out of the woods as there is a chance it could reinfect or dead bone may chip off, but besides looking a skinnier, more tucked up version of her former self I think she's doing ok. And I'll bring her Muzzy for some company tomorrow.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbcNOwq71nk/TcOIi0Oo6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3F8UbqrzzKs/s1600/blogshots+243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbcNOwq71nk/TcOIi0Oo6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3F8UbqrzzKs/s320/blogshots+243.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the way Bob left for the U S of A yesterday.. and arrived, so he informed me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I forgot my camera of the departing boy which is just as well 'cause we both had no change and I dropped him in the carpark and left soon after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Last night in this sleepy little 'drive through' a mouse is hiding up a hollow table leg.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Spot the same patient puss today in this pile of clothes if you can! I don't think he got his mouse by the way. He ALMOST ALWAYS loses them.<br />
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Still Swollen Salsa.<br />
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Muzz! Today he wanted to race off at the trot, at the canter, go, go, go... (Hard to photograph)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHxWsVnqP5o/Tb0HRdslooI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fSntY9T4UOY/s1600/blogshots+227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHxWsVnqP5o/Tb0HRdslooI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fSntY9T4UOY/s320/blogshots+227.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Look behind Muzzy in the photo below, thats our hill with the last vestiges of this mornings fog. Its about midday in this photo. Sometimes, (say this in a whisper) in winter, the fog doesn't lift till after 2pm. Not much of the day left then. But lets not dwell on that one..<br />
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And finished with a happy frame of mind.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ADXceR9suQ/Tb0JQDR5KtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rmSC-DtdQsc/s1600/blogshots+229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ADXceR9suQ/Tb0JQDR5KtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rmSC-DtdQsc/s320/blogshots+229.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831375422067380880.post-6338455097458249282011-04-29T23:27:00.000-07:002011-04-29T23:29:08.558-07:00The day started with..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1f7hW0uH8I/TbumCnMm1pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ADjQqh-9YDk/s1600/blogshots+209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1f7hW0uH8I/TbumCnMm1pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ADjQqh-9YDk/s320/blogshots+209.jpg" width="240" /></a></div> A roaring fire. It was 3 degrees- which for us, is starting to feel colder.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lr10YYeWkSI/TbunDuGq3aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RMWDn8MrKNI/s1600/blogshots+211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lr10YYeWkSI/TbunDuGq3aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RMWDn8MrKNI/s320/blogshots+211.jpg" width="320" /></a>I think Salsa felt a bit better today. Her face is not quite as swollen. Today she slept alot in the sun, which, as often happens, follows a foggy morning. She ate grass I cut for her and she is drinking ably enough. And she is SO GOOD about her injections and I think she likes her homepathics.<br />
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Went to see Muzz today and brushed him. Forgot to use my camera. At least I remembered to bring it. (There there you slow new older blogger.)<br />
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Today..in the sunshine.. I finished painting a shed at the local farm park that was designed and started by my year 10 class last term. When I say 'finished' it was really only outlining everything in black. The picture kind of sums up how today turned out. Rather nicely.<br />
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