Friday, November 20, 2009

Christmas Elves and whatnot


Are you familiar with these stuffed critters? Apparently they are very popular around here. Here's a link and the story of this particular type of small North Pole critter.


I went yesterday and bought one, but was told by the not-quite-ex-wifey that it is the wrong kind. So today I went back and got one of these. Seems like a neat idea. $30 seems a little pricey, though.


Never said I wasn't a cheap bastard.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Important Update!

One week until turkey....


Actually, Little One and I went to the weekly church supper last night and had a really good meal, Thanksgiving style. The dressing looked bland but was quite tasty.

I am looking forward to leftover turkey sandwiches.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Animal Love (not that you creeps)

I said yesterday I was felling out of sorts. I think Pupps sensed it. I slept on the sofa last night. Pupps slept up there with me. Normally I would have tossed and turned and kicked her off the sofa, either without meaning to or she just got tired of my feet on her ears, but not last night. She kept my pedal extremities warm with her soft fur and little belly.

The coffee has perked, the sun will be rising soon.

Here's to you who have loved a pet, and more importantly been loved and touched by them. God bless you and Lily, Aquarius.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Frustrated

Today, well yesterday and today, have been frustrating. I felt poorly yesterday, mostly a migraine, and Little One has been coughing and a bit under the weather. I spent yesterday being remarkably lazy and unproductive, even for me.

I have been out of sorts I suppose, and just not quite myself. So who the hell are we when we are not ourselves? Even when I write these words it sounds like the idiotic refrains of some college student trying to be deep, or some drunk at a bar crying into his beer, and damnit I don't want to relate to either one of those images right now, though I suppose I have been both over the years.

So this is the middle age. Divorcing. Body going south. Restless. Weary. Disillusioned.

And Chris and his damn Dawgs beat the Tigers.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

School Projects

Little One turned in her turkey yesterday. What began as a caricature of a turkey on brown construction paper by the teacher became a cheer leader turkey.

I had suggested to Little One that we make "paper doll" clothes for the turkey, cut them to shape, color them, and them glue them on the turkey. I was met the disapproving eyes of my daughter. She had seen outfits at the dollar store and wanted to get those, cut them and affix to the construction paper.

I agreed. We collected the little cloth bits and she set to work, cutting out the turkey from its paper prison, measuring the outfit, and cutting it to fit. Using glue she affixed the costume to the turkey. She made a cartoon "speech bubble" to have the turkey make a cheer. It looked quite nice.

Presently we are taking a coffee and snack break from working on her Pueblo. She was asking me about Indian dwellings last week as she prepared for her project and asked if I had any pictures. We dug through and old trunk and found an album of photos from a trip I took with her late grandfather and late great uncle in the summer of '87. Photos were of us climbing through the ruins at Mesa Verde. It was a magnificent place. I am glad we took a lot of pictures because I had pneumonia at the time and was very feverish a tad delirious.

We used scrap cardboard taped together to form the frame of the pueblo, and cut some windows and doors. We covered the structure with modeling clay, and used the same clay to affix it to the cardboard base. Later we will paint it with water colors and build some ladders out of twigs. I will try to find some little toy indians, too, but they will probably not be the right scale.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Well

This has not been a banner week in the life o' Jud.

I had a cousin die over the weekend by pulling a "Heath Ledger".

I had a minor procedure early in the week that has since become septic, and left me feeling feverish. Yippee. I slept through the holiday, as if it never happened. I didn't even thank my friends who are veterans.

One of the cars died an inglorious death on the side of the interstate.

I have annoyed several friends this week without even trying hard.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Nick Parks


Is the master of claymation (Little One and I have been watching various Wallace & Gromit bits the past few nights). I wish I had his vision, skill and creativity. My abilities will be tested to the limits as I attempt to help her build a pueblo of clay and sticks for class. I think she desires to sculpt a kiva whereas I want to replicate Mesa Verde, complete with stick ladders, trees, etc.

I dream big, kiddos.