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A Quilt And Bra Show

Its not writing, but it certainly is creative!

Just back from a quilt show near my home town and I had to share a few of my favorites:

This one, ‘Monsters’, was inspired by her little boy. Mine would love this.

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‘Night Music’ was a stunning piece of work.

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‘A Puzzle Quilt’ – how clever. The patterns of the pieces (which you probably can’t see) were really neat too!

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And this one made me laugh: ‘Barely There’.

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And tied in nicely to the quilted bras around the corner:

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They were made in support of Breast Cancer Awareness.

This one really gets the message across:

‘Please Squeeze Your Melons, Have Your Mammogram!’

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But really, this one took the prize:

‘Blue-Footed Boobie’

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Remember when I bragged that we’d solved the squirrel-eating-the-birdseed problem?

Well, it would seem the wildlife has outsmarted us.

Two nights in a row, two different squirrel-proof bird feeders were completely emptied. Apparently deer will stand and lick out the seed tongue full by tongue full.

So we bought some long iron hooks to attach the feeders to trees. You know, lift the feeder too high for the deer?

And it worked well. For a while. The squirrels would climb out, their weight slid shut the holes, and they clambered around the feeder, frustrated.

Then the squirrels began to outsmart us. They now climb out onto the feeder and don’t even bother prying at the holes. Instead, they leap back onto the tree, kicking. Seed scatters to the ground, which they collect at their leisure. And repeat. It took them about two days to empty the feeder.

And now the chipmunks are in on it.

Until this last week, I had no idea they could climb trees, wire rods and bird feeders just as well as squirrels. Then yesterday, I caught one perched on the bird feeder, his weight not enough to slam shut the holes. That cute little chipmunk filled his cheeks and headed home. He returned at least three times.

Apparently, this isn’t uncommon.

So it appears the war is still on.

My husband wants to install baffles.

I’m initiating chemical warfare (coating the seed in capsaicin aka chili pepper which birds can’t taste). This morning I mixed in my chili powder supply. If that doesn’t work well enough, I’m ordering this liquid additive.

Unless someone has any better suggestions?

Deerfield Doors

Historic Deerfield in Massachusetts has some famous doors. In 1760, a famous wood joiner named Samuel Partridge built a door for the house of Reverend John Williams. Many neighbors then sought to replicate its style. This original door is on display in the Flynt Center of Early New England Life, a museum maintained by Historic Deerfield.
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Below is a montage of the doors I passed on a visit to Historic Deerfield. I’d love to show you the amazing interiors, but photographs are not allowed.

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Electrocuted By Birdfeeder

Bet that title got your attention, didn’t it?

Like many others, we (my husband and I) have been on a quest to find a (humane) squirrel-proof bird feeder. At last, we found one that didn’t cost a small fortune.

But first, a story.

Back when my husband-to-be and I were dating, I took him home to meet my family. One of the side-trips involved meeting my grandparents. Most of the visit was your standard meet-the-relatives visit, but my now husband was given one significant glimpse of the kind of family he would eventually marry into.

My grandfather showed off his electrified bird feeder.

My grandma loves watching the birds outside her kitchen window. My grandfather, tired of feeding the squirrels, put his electrical engineering skills to work. He ran small wires all over and around your standard wooden bird feeder. Those wires were just far enough apart that a bird would only land on one at a time. No so for squirrels. More than likely, those large, gray squirrels would land on at least two of the wires at one time and (did you figure this out yet?) when they touched at least two, they completed the circuit and were zapped.

Not zapped as in stick-your-tongue-on-a-9-volt-battery zapped, but zapped as in stick-your-finger-in-the-electric-socket zapped. That’s right. My grandfather’s bird feeder plugs into the wall.

Now he doesn’t always leave it plugged in. Squirrels are pretty smart and they quickly learned to avoid this particular bird feeder. But now and again, a squirrel new to the neighborhood gives it a try.

One such squirrel happened by the day my husband first visited. My grandfather invited him to plug in the bird feeder. I can still remember the poor squirrel leaping off its roof – a good foot into the air – and my husband laughing. It is an incredibly effective squirrel-proof bird feeder. But despite my title, no squirrels have ever been truly harmed. Just a little shocked.

Ever since then, we’ve been looking for an effective way to keep the squirrels off and/or out of the birdseed – something just shy of electrifying our own bird feeder. The best thing we’ve found was seed coated in jalapeno pepper spray, but its hard to find. (But if you do find it, wash your hands very carefully after you fill the feeder). The next best thing was this wire mesh feeder – it really slowed them down.

At last, just this spring, we found this feeder.

It works wonderfully. The perches are connected to a spring. If anything heavier than a bird tries to climb on them, the perch moves downward and the little decorative leaves cover the holes cutting off the squirrel’s access to the bird seed. Our squirrels have learned quickly and, after only a few days, have given up, turning to the fallen seeds instead.

But my husband still speaks wistfully of that ‘electrified bird feeder’…

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Wireless Dog Fences…

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…And Their Consequences

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We have a sweet black lab we trained to a wireless fence a few years ago while we lived in Savannah, Georgia.
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The basic principle behind the thing is that there’s an underground wire around your property linked to an electrode on a collar they wear. When the dog gets too close, the collar beeps a warning. If the dog tries to cross the wire, it zaps her.
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Nira trained very quickly – one zap and the training was done (it wasn’t that bad – my husband tested it on himself). After that, we set the collar so it would only make the beeping sound. Success. One beep and she froze, then moved back into our yard. The wireless fence was all we’d hoped it would be (except for an occasional broken wire). But then we moved.
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At our house in Massachusetts (2006-2008), we had a fenced backyard (as in wood, no wire). Nira, however, trained really well.
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Shortly after we moved there, our cell phone service (Verizon) started sending us text messages in the middle of the night (3:30am). Our cell phones would then make a small electronic beep indicating a message awaited us. Poor Nira thought she was going to be zapped. At 3:46, precisely one minute after the first warning beep, she arrived at our bedroom door, quivering, tail between her legs. At 4:00am, the next beep occurred and Nira peed on the floor.
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The first time, I went downstairs to figure out what the problem was and made the mistake of letting her outside to calm down. Its 4:15am, cold outside, and the dog won’t come back inside she’s so scared…. Much coffee was consumed the next morning.
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The same events (thankfully without peeing on the rug) occurred over and over. As such, we turned off our text messaging service.
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Unfortunately, Nira also thought that the cell phone was out to get her when it signaled low battery. We’ve told these stories to family members (none of whom believed us) until they witnessed it personally:
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The kids were in bed and my husband and I were sitting in the living room chatting with my visiting in-laws. My cell phone beeps. Low battery. The dog appears from the other room where she was napping. I started to laugh. Watch this, I tell them. Minutes later, my phone sounds its ominous warning again. Nira leaps onto the sofa (she’s well trained and would otherwise not dare) and shoves her way behind me, burying her head and quivering.
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Nira’s a big, black dog (intimidating to those who don’t know them) and it was quite a sight. It was when we were done laughing that my in-laws admitted they hadn’t realized how terrified she really was until they’d seen it for themselves.

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It’s been years since we left that wireless fence in Georgia and nearly a year since we moved to a new house in Connecticut with a wireless fence for dogs. Did we re-instate the collar? Yes. Its the only way to keep her from barking furiously and running out in the street to greet all the walkers and joggers in our neighborhood. Given how some people feel about large dogs, we feel its best. But don’t worry, the collar is set to beep, not zap.

But still, every time we loose power and something beeps to alert us, Nira appears. Another beep and she’s pressed to my side.

Oh, and then there was the night the smoke detector batteries died. Why do they always die in the middle of the night?

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Write A Six-Word Story?

Some online friends of mine have recently revived a thread challenging us to write an entire story in six words.

Six words?

Yes. Six words.

This challenge appears to stem from a story Hemmingway once wrote: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

Want more examples? A few years ago Wired Magazine challenged a number of authors to try their hand at writing a six-word story. My favorite is the one by Joss Whedon.

Now its your turn. I challenge you to write a story in six words and post it below in the comments section.

Here’s mine: ‘Human cloning successful. Met myself today.’

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Squid Suckers

Most of you know by now that I’m a bit of a science geek. So I have to share with you my favorite entry into the: 2008 International Science and Engineering Visualization Challenge Winners

For an explanation (and other winners) head on over to the MSNBC!

Squid Suckers

April Fool’s Day

My youngest son wins. At not quite five, he pulled off the most successful trick in our family to date.

The evening of March 31st, my husband made the mistake of leaving his keys on the counter, exposed and ripe for a prank. The next morning, said keys were nowhere to be found. We searched briefly, couldn’t find them, and he needed to be at work early. Grabbing the extra keys, he left.

In the car, driving the boys to school, I say, “Daddy’s lost his keys. Did either of you see them?” Silence. Denial by my eldest. “Well, after school, if you find them before me, I’ll make chocolate chip pancakes for dinner.” Cheers.

The day proceeds as normal until I decide to take the dog for a walk in the afternoon – to clear my head and think about the opening of the next novel. I happen to be looking down, in exactly the right direction, and this is what I see:

My youngest loves tape so I know immediately who put them there. I photographed the hanging keys and emailed the photo to my husband: “Found them!”

The little guy, when confronted at pickup laughed and yelled, “April Fools!”

He was pretty proud of himself.

We are in so much trouble.

Why replace it with more paper when it makes such a wonderful landing pad?

Double Yolks!

This morning I cooked my sons fried egg sandwiches and found this:

Apparently they’re very rare and the chicks will not hatch (they can’t acess the air pocket when there are two in the egg). For way more info than you probably want, you can read Twin Yolks and Twin Chooks?

The kids thought it was pretty cool and the oldest had a lot of questions about twins… but no remorse about eating the fried egg.

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