Come for the politics, stay for the snark.
Some feel good after a rough week.
I needed this one this morning:
By now, most of you have probably seen this, but I wanted to make sure:
here’s the full story on Sisu, as well as many more pics of the two of them 🦄https://t.co/sHrKQAerXX
— WeRateDogs® (@dog_rates) March 27, 2021
We don’t deserve dogs.
As promised, I finally put together the photos and video from week 3
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As promised, a duckling update. They are growing like weeds, eating bowls of food. I finally had to change out their small bowl to a larger bowl and I’m still filling it three times a day or more.
They spend most of their time eating, swimming in their water bowl – I’ll probably try bathtub time later this week – and sleeping on their heat pad. They spend a few minutes several times a day on their blanket (okay, Scout’s blanket, but she doesn’t seem to mind) building up their leg strength.
They seem healthy and happy, so I’m seriously thinking of names. They are still just “the girls” for now (even though sex is undetermined yet).
Today they surprised me. I put them on their blanket, then went into the kitchen to get my camera. And. They. Followed. Me. Quacking all the way. Of course, I got them to repeat it so I could get it on video. I guess they’ve imprinted on me. ❤
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Zander’s look says it all: What the hell have you done now??
You’ll see below the fold:
I thought it would be good to try and end the day on a good note. For those who missed it…the ducks have taken over my bathroom and I promised you a photo:
BTW, between the pig last weekend and the ducks this weekend, I am definitely team, “some animals need to live outside.”
And here is bonus Bixby. I accidentally threw one of their soccer balls over the fence when I was playing with Scout the other day. I felt bad, so I bought a new soccer ball and Bixby promptly did what he does, deflate it.
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Kirk Spencer sent this to me this morning… and I have to agree, chills. These are some of the National Guard troops taking shelter from the cold in DC while protecting the Capitol:
These soldiers singing inside the Library of Congress will give you chills
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m travellin’ through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I’m going there to see my Father
I’m going there, no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather ’round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep
I’m going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who’ve gone on
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
I am a poor wayfarin’ stranger
I’m travellin’ through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I’m going there to see my Father
I’m going there, no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
Steeplejack sent me this about a week ago, and I must share:
this is the best video i have ever seen pic.twitter.com/BYa8IWGipG
— justin (@jusdaydreamin) January 22, 2021
And finally, for anyone wanting Omnes’ Trifle or Boston Baked Beans recipe, I have PDFs here.
I think that catches you up on the fun things jackals sent me this week…
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This is Tuba. Tuba likes to swing and spin.
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Time for another round of submissions! Note for next week: I’m going to do a recipe post with cookies and such, so if you want to send me holiday photos of some of your treats, meals or edible gifts, that would be fun.
On to the festive photos. This is one of my favorites, I’m in awe of these eggs from Cheryl from Maryland:
Re Holiday Joy — during the 1960s and 1970s, when I was a child, my mother was a regular consumer of Womens magazines dedicated to homemaking and enriching your children. Her favorite was McCalls, which had regular crafting articles for semi talented children. I was my mother’s guinea pig, which actually was genius on her part as I became an art historian and had a 30 year career in the arts with the Smithsonian Institution.The craft experience which I still do today was painting blown eggs for Easter, which I as a teen turned into Christmas Decorations. Many of those I still have are at least 45 years old. My mother got the idea from McCalls magazine where Betsy McCall painted blown eggs and hung them on tree branchesThe eggs are regular grocery store eggs, size extra large. Take them out of the fridge for a couple of hours, use a metal lacer for a turkey or similar to poke holes at the top and bottom. Use the lacer to punch the yolk and stir the interior egg stuff up so it is as liquid as possible. Over a bowl, blow on the top hole until the egg contents come out. My mother had great lung power and had useful egg contents for brownies, etc. Me, I throw away the contents. Rinse the egg with water through the holes, set in an egg carton on the counter to drip for a few days.Then, draw what you want on the egg. I use pencil, then paint with watercolors (classic elementary school Binney and Smith), with black acrylic paint to give the work an illuminated manuscript/wood cut look. I use thin color washes on the egg and blot the color often with a tissue.After you like what you did, either use a twist tie to make a hanger, or use a long needle, metallic thread and beads to make a hanger. I can crochet, so I make a chain with beads threaded through the egg. I’m sorry I can’t explain how I do it as I’ve been doing it for so long.
So, some images. I was and still am a devotee of European art from about 1300 to 1500, which I think you can tell. Also King Arthur and fantasy. My mother-in-law has about 30 eggs on a tree with the nativity story (the image shows mostly angels). I have about 45; various cousins and friends have some as well.