Daily Bird #30 and Me and the Italian Stud On the Beach.....

Crossing the hump........from the 20s to the 30s.

This bright bird is all batik-y and happy.  He flew in and showed me his wings which were every color of the rainbow.  I had a hard time trying to find an appropriate chest for him.

I tried several colors but it was the yellow that made him sing!

He didn't tell me his name, but flew out quickly.  Out the window.

Well, he would have if my windows opened!  I actually had to let him out the door with the dogs.  But flying out the window sounds so much more fun.......and he is.....after all.......a FUN guy.

Last night I was playing around with a new technique that has been a year and a half in the making.

The box of NeoColors was the very last thing I ordered and received before the flood.  It was such an ordinary thing to do, order art supplies from the internet and get it delivered.  That was in August 2016.  It is amazing to me that I would remember such an ordinary thing.  But it is as clear in my memory today as it was that day.

And at some point I uncovered it in a box as I was unpacking to put the Quilt Studio back together.  And here they are.

 So, for art's sake, I plagiarized a  poster from an internet site.

It was the first time using anything like those colors.  This is so cool.  Now I have to learn to control the water disbursement.  I figure a few more purloined posters and I will be an expert!

See Frank and I on that island overlooking the ocean cay.  That must be Vesuvius if that is Naples, Italy. We were there years ago and I remember the bus ride along the coast to see Pompeii.  We dined in Naples in an ocean side cafe under an arbor of grapes.  Frank was so sick from bus ride he just sat there with his head on the table and moaned. 




Our traveling companion, Janice, took him down the street to a pharmacy where she pantomimed throwing up.  They gave him some medicinal concoction that instantly relieved him. 

So that must be me with some Italian stud sitting there on the beach.  Frank doesn't play guitar, either.

Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men

My father was an Italian American.  His mother felt that in order to be an American, which is why her family and my dad's father risked everything to come to America, you must assimilate. Sounds kinda like the Borg, doesn't it, but you know what I mean.  (Resistance is Futile!)

My father and his siblings didn't even speak Italian, they were expected to just BE American.  And they were.  But the holdover was my father's famous Sicilian Sayings.

One of which is "the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry."  Funny thing about all those Sicilian Sayings is that they are all too true!

Frank left Sunday for a National Sales Conference in Dallas, TX.  He was to come home on Thursday.  I was going to get all this stuff done!   Ten things, more on my To Do List even.  I was rolling!

This morning I got a phone call from him saying he would be home today around noon.  He is having some issues with his heart.  And by the time he called me, he had already scheduled a doctor appointment, the wonderful conference guru got the plane tickets changed and made arrangements for him to get to the airport.  She really jumped through the hoops to take a lot of stress off him.

Years ago, when his A-Fib was identified, the doctor told us that one day the chemical pacemaker he takes in pill form will stop being effective.  I am thinking that this is what is happening.

We shall see.  I am no doctor but I am pretty knowledgeable about medical and vet things.  Everyone in my family almost, is either a doctor or a vet.  Except me.  I can't cut things open........just sayin'