Rii4u

and stayin' alive, lol

2006-08-04T10:46:00.000-04:00

You know how you close your blog and the page pops up, showing the most recent blogs and a blog of note? Today's (August4th) is "Stayin' Alive" (http://healthvsmedicine.blogspot.com/, which, in the first paragraph reads:

"I think that people find evolution hard to accept principally because it only makes sense when you have enough information,

enough pieces of the puzzle,

to put together

the big picture."

I thought it was kinda' fun that I had just put a small entry on titled "still alive", and then saw that. Just another observation worth signing back in for, and sharing with others, lol...the big picture, oh yeah.

Enjoy the day, ya'll.

Still alive...

2006-08-04T10:40:00.000-04:00

unfortunately, neither computer is available to be online yet, so I have been making text entries on the computer, as though a glorified typewriter...all entries will be availble when I put them all on at once...as if anyone cares. Still alive and making sure I document those cosmic coincidences in my everyday life...

till next time...

Computers still out

2006-07-25T11:07:00.000-04:00

BUT...I continue to anagram daily and have kept them for my return to blogging. No phone and no internet...just like in the olde days. ;)

Dizzy Day

2006-07-10T20:36:00.000-04:00

Horoscope for today: “Male relationships will be undergoing some cosmic renovations, so be prepared for some high-energy interactions. Just remember that you won't know the final outcome for quite some time, so reserve judgment.”

Ok, whatever that means. Yes, I will reserve judgment, lol.

The males I know all think of me as another guy. I doubt those that are gay will be changing, and those that are hetero, well, let’s just say, they are what they are. Maybe the bird I have been calling a male will turn out to be female after all. Must be the full moon. Last night’s moon was pretty, golden, like a jewel in the sky. So though I was not feeling well, I did get to see it for a few minutes before being forced back into bed. As hot as it is today, I really don’t mind that I am not outside. Headaches, dizzy, the stomach queasies (lost my cookies yesterday) and leg cramps, pretty much mean I need to rest today. I think heat exhaustion got me, and even though I didn’t think I was that hot, I didn’t eat until about 5:30 yesterday (for the whole day) and only had coffee in the morning and a soda in the afternoon. Probably should know better at this age, but…

Today is daughter number one’s birthday, 22, and again, I have failed as a mother, no card and no gift. I meant to get out a couple of days ago, and it just hasn’t happened. Son’s birthday came and went in April, and tough I did finally get up there last month, having lunch with all three chillin’s (what I call the kids), I always feel bad that things are not like they used to be.

Used to be: birthdays were special; everyone got a gift. I started that when the second child was born. Ever since they were old enough to know, we would all go to dinner at the celebrant’s restaurant of choice. I especially feel bad for the youngest child, she was cheated with fewer “affordable” family birthdays. Now, I live in another state, almost could be in another world, the way it seems. She is sweet and says I am the gift when I visit, and yeah, I did teach her that we are gifts by our presence, not presents, but cannot help but remember how I was always there to make birthdays personal. We never had big parties for anyone, because I thought that would be ridiculous, as though asking for gifts, so there were no parties with classmates. We lived in a part of town where friends seemed to get 25 to thirty gifts from parties with friends every year. Yuck! I thought what a thing to teach! I couldn’t quite buy into that. So, for us, it was more an intimate family thing. Each child received something because it was a celebration of the life of their sibling, and the birthday child knew they were special, and though they received a few more gifts what was special was that we were all there together. I don’t need to win the lottery, but just 10% of what we used to have would be nice, so I could afford gas and a meal, if nothing else. Presence is good.

Cosmic renovations could be nice, too.
Bird and I stayed in today. He pecked a bit more, tried to get into the bathtub with me, and doesn’t like spaghetti “worms”, but the tail feathers seem a little longer today, so I am hopeful that tomorrow I feel better, and bird goes for a longer flight. Speaking of birds, I saw an article about a very old crow that died recently, about 59 years old…older than me!!!

http://www.physorg.com/news71554523.html

Yesterday and today...

2006-07-10T15:09:00.000-04:00

Two collages today, sorry if it hinders any continuity, but I was out all day yesterday, got dehydrated and came home ill, so didn't get anything written. Today' I noticed the collage contains references to that which was written in the last entry, so knowing the universe works the way it does, it was meant to wait a day. Today is daughter' #1's birthday, so I am hoping she has a great one. I spoke with daughter #2, who said she has made a page for me on myspace.com so I can occasionally comment on her blog. That came up when she told me she had her page and I realized comments could not be added unless a member. I don't care, it is just one more ID. I just wrote up the profile and she will make the page.

I put three cartoons (parts of cartoons) on that had a text connection from previous entry. Either you catch it or you don't.

The myspace space? Not much of a stretch is it? "isi2i"

Vevay kinda day...

2006-07-08T21:37:00.000-04:00

We went to a friend’s house in the Vevay area; she’s the woman who is the caretaker of the Musee de Venoge, where last May 21-22, I was part of a small event where the guys put the turkey tail roof (shake shingles) on the house and I did a little white-washing. It’s in one of my other journals someplace. Donna (Weaver) does wax portraits (http://www.waxportraits.com/) and used to work for the U.S. Mint. Very talented woman. Also visiting another friend came down from Dayton, Ohio. Saundra owns http://www.pastpatterns.com/

So, today poor bird did not get to fly, but got to ride in a car and hang out at a new place for a while. Maybe tomorrow there will be more flight time at home. My daughter says I should name the bird, and I say the best name would be “Hungry”, as that is what seems to get notice. ‘

Speaking of my daughter, she told me today that she had a mail from her ex stepsister (via her online blog) about some items that her ex stepfather had been keeping. I thought it would be odd that they would have anything from any of us, considering I packed most of their stuff for them when they left. She said she would tell them to mail it to her, no matter what it was. Good idea I thought. She prefers to avoid confrontation if possible, especially considering all the heartache they put our family through. I also informed my daughter that the ex stepsister’s aunt had died in February, which was a surprise to her. I informed her that it occurred whilst I was there for my friend Gary and his dying brother, and attending the funeral, and that the obits were two apart in the newspaper on the same day. A little unusual, but you know, coincidence seems to be more an everyday occurrence, so nothing is all that unusual anymore, is it? They did care about the woman’s son, so I figured I could let her know at this point. Enough of that!

Today’s collage contains an interesting anagram, part of a quote from a physorg.com article at http://www.physorg.com/news71412950.html

I turned the words “wherever water goes, either through the ground or through our bodies, it takes ions along with it” into the words “God is throughout our ether, look through one stain, begin with wider heart, get river water shoes”. All made sense to me, lol. I have a funny little cartoon I clipped from the newspaper years ago. I showed a man returning from the dry cleaners with a tag around his neck; something to the effect that they could not remove the stain from (his wife’s) her life. I have a sense of humor. I bought some water shoes at Target, so that is the universe’s way of letting me know I am ON target. Bull’s eye!

Stop me if you've heard this one...

2006-07-07T20:12:00.000-04:00

Bird learned to fly fairly well today. We spent a few hours outside, me on the ground, he flitting back and forth from tree to rooftop to tree to another tree. He came down when he was hungry, having seen me dig up ten worms and put them in a bucket. After that, the cats went out and he came in, happy to eat some mixed food (today the cat food, banana, and bread mix, and napped awhile longer. Bird seemed content, obviously tired from his exploration outside. Still won’t pick food up on his own; spoiled little brat.

Collages are streamed, parts from yesterday, parts from today’s cartoons. Yesterday the title of my entry was “Droppings”, and I made reference in the collage to droppings, and in the text, about pings…that which connects. While working on the collage, writing the word “droppings” next to the cartoon bubble containing the word (as I wrote that just now, a commercial was on and I heard the word “bubbles” used, lol, and then my beau changed channels and I saw bubbles on another channel; it was a Sprite “sublyminal” commercial…I changed the word a few times before the computer let me keep it at the spelling at the site “ sublYminal.com” (had to capitalize the Y because the computer kept changing it to the correct spelling, lol) where I copied the screen because it said, “catch you later”. Cat and mouse, lol.

Where was I, oh yeah, when I wrote the word “droppings” I heard on the TV program (on at the time) someone used the word at the same time I wrote it. What a funny computer I have. According to an anagram today, using a cartoon bubble in which the frog says, “Stop me if you’ve heard this one.” Rearranged the letters of that statement worked two ways today:

1. Id of E-Heaven omputes history [and]
2. you have time for his top needs

I copied and flipped part of the cartoon, the Overboard cartoon, that contained a pool with a monster in it pointing to a dog. So when mirrored and flipped it appears to be a critter standing between two monsters. Kinda’ cool. I like weird things though.

Collage started yesterday...

2006-07-07T20:08:00.000-04:00

Droppings

2006-07-06T18:48:00.000-04:00

The randomly chosen cartoon bubble (from Frank and Ernest) with the words, “I can’t understand it…they’re always on their toes” is again used today as part of my collage. Actually this was yesterday's collage, since I have not yet looked at today's cartoons. I anagrammed those words several times choosing to use two concepts for the collage, more or less because of what has been in the news. The words “I can’t understand it…they’re always on their toes” translated to:

1.) “can say it in rare wonder…it stayed on the shuttle” [and]
2.) “they wait, it halts one and undersecretary’s on it”

My beau mentioned yesterday that I was getting quite a collection of bird droppings in the bathroom, and to some extent, I was not in a hurry to do anything with it. In the news, bird droppings have made it to space; yes, indeed, news coincidentally.

http://www.space.com/missionlaunches/ap_060705_sts121_bird_droppings.html

My beau said it will be more important to see how well the droppings fair on the return trip.

Also in the news, more about the North Korean launches…I started this collage yesterday, and finished it today, having anagramming many possibilities and deciding to reduce the collage somewhat and stick to one or two ideas. When I heard the story about the bird droppings I knew I was on to something. Who is really in charge? Ya have to wonder sometimes.

Daughter had a little face and arm surgery today, and beau had some teeth worked on, so everyone is a little slowed down today, me included. The dentist’s office lighting gave me a migraine, the cycle of the fluorescents. Every now and then…

The bird pecked a little last night and today. Of course, it had nothing to do with finding food by and for himself. He watched me look for worms and accepted them from my hand, as usual. Lazy bird, lazy bird.

Enjoy the collage. Maybe if I get to my cartoons today I will get another one up, or just combine today's with tomorrow's. Whatever works. In the meantime, I will look to see if those droppings photos showed up online any place...for the record.

Double dose of sorts

2006-07-04T22:09:00.000-04:00

Same thing but different...It explains itself.

birds and worms and rain and

2006-07-04T21:33:00.001-04:00

Some birds are not smart enough to come in out of the rain, so their foster parents have to go fetch them. My beau rescued our little buddy from the storm. I gave him the rain test yesterday when I hosed him, and sure enough, he just sat there as I did, so I knew this was coming. We needed a good rain, even if people wanted a nice day for picnics and boating. It was just a good soaker, and now it is nice outside again. It was another day like any other here. I actually have a nice cerveza, a Pacifico clara, and every now and then, it’s nice to be able to go to the fridge and find one there.

Huge thunder crackers outside! Great lightning show while it lasted.

Early today we ventured out a few minutes to see an old friend of my beau’s, an elderly man (Lou) who is in the last stage of life, liver failure, and he is fortunate enough to be at home, with his wife and children, as he winds down in hospice care. I know this is difficult for my beau and I will do whatever I can for his comfort as well as his friend. I offered to sit at night if they needed someone to be there.

I went back to my collages from previous entries and looked at the randomly chosen cartoon bubble that was put into the collage. The words were: “Luckily I was blessed with an upload.” I decided to again look over other components and I anagrammed those words to equate to a place I went online today (a U.S. flag display kit) “US display kit” “hi-low”, which showed position on a painting used in the collage, “bw clue” as in black and white dragonfly pointing up (and it took me a while to figure out the position in which it should be placed in the collage) and “land-sea” which tells where something landed. The Red Sun that came up for me, that was mentioned as painting by Miro, could have been the flag of Japan which shows a red dot on a white background, similar to one of the paintings, and of course, the previous mention about Red Sun was that the name Red Sun was a cover up for when the movie Superman Returns was being made. The Indian fellow from Frank and Ernst pointed to the red dot on the Miro painting. Is there a hidden meaning in the painting, as the cartoon bubble suggests? Maybe what I see is like a Bible Code of sorts.

I really do have a sunflower in the yard which points to the North. I thought it was a little odd. I have a habit of seeing things differently, like when dragons fly.
Uploading problems again. I guess I will put the two I made today up tomorrow. It all has its own timing anyway.

2006-07-04T15:27:00.000-04:00

myth busted, but still...

2006-07-03T19:33:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, when I went to the art site, I noticed a certain poster, the original painting a Joan Miro, the Spanish artist, and gave the link for it. I happened to get something from the painting, but cannot explain. I did notice that I mentioned a Myth Busters episode was on yesterday, wherein they placed a penny on the train track to see if it would derail a train, but of course it did not. Then again, maybe it did, as it was reported today that a subway train had derailed in Valencia, Spain. The chaos theory is shown, circuitous maybe, but still I see a connection. That painting played into the collage today, with placement of objects in the painting, color and something else I will not try to explain.

It cues me, that;’s all I can say. When I decided to use today’s Frank and Ernst cartoon, I happened to see a heart shape within the cartoon that connected me otherwise to the “Rose is” cartoon. For some this might be a stretch, but for me, it is a small detail that has a particular meaning, something visual at the onset. There is a bubble from another cartoon that asks if there is a “hidden meaning in this painting”, and yesterday I mentioned that the Red Sun, on the show I was watching on TV, was a cover-up for something else. The painting used in my collage is not that one. The next cartoon, a B.C. toon, showed me an index finger, which lead me back to the F & E toon, to notice the tiny detail, after I saw the “Rose is toon”. It really is much more simple than I am able to relate.

Today I saw my first common whitetail dragonfly. I noticed it looked like a white body carrying four black flags…kinda’, enough for me to look it up online. Everything is in its own order, not necessarily in the order in which it occurred today. I liked the part of the Over the Hedge cartoon where the guys are talking about insecurities of humans. I would think that most humans are insecure about a certain kinda of synchronicity that happens in my daily life, or that if such were part of their day-to-day experience, it would become overwhelming. I have my moments. I realize that on some level this all seems fairy nuts, and I have to admit, had I entertained any of this stuff five years ago…I would have said, Yes, nuts, period. But since then, I have come to realize that being a little crazy is a good thing for me. Those that get it, get it, and those that don’t cannot appreciate the same little things that I do.

I cannot and will not explain why every piece of cartoon or photos or words appear in my collages, but I can tell you that they are all part of the stream of consciousness that gets me from point A to point B and beyond. Sometimes it is all good, sometimes, bad and generally I can appreciate whatever is, however it comes to me. But, since I consider it to be from what I call God, or ET or, something else…it is all good to me. All things are possible.
The computer underlines all good a third time…must be the charm. ;)

Speaking of third time's charm...the bird I have been caring for, a fledgling robin, has learned to fly a bit today. He went from one end of the yard to the other, and I imagine he will be a fully flighted bird within the week. Whether or not he will be able to feed himself is another story, since he still refuses to pick up food that is set before him. We ordered pizza in tonight...let's see him do that in the wild, lol.

An Unfortunate Occurrence

2006-07-02T20:06:00.000-04:00

An accident at the Madison Regatta today, a vehicle plowed through the crowds, causing the race to end prematurely as injured were taken to local hospitals and some flown out via helicopter to Louisville hospitals.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060702/ap_on_sp_ot/boat_race_crash

first link regarding the story, so I imagine tomorrow's newspaper (in Madison, Indiana) MadisonCourier.com will have the story.

2006-07-02T19:26:00.000-04:00

Worms

2006-07-02T15:22:00.000-04:00

I started my day looking for worms.

That’s what momma robins do, I suppose. This morning I enlisted the assistance of my beau. We were moving stuff around in the yard, and some vinyl siding was picked up, and as I stepped forward, he stepped back and the siding went right into my eye. I am a wimp; it hurt. But ice and Advil and a whole lot of good luck prevented things from being any worse. I did pronounce penance on my beau…he had to go get milk & sugar for my coffee, a Sunday paper, for when my eyes got better, and worms for the baby robin. Of course, worms; doesn’t everyone have worms at the corner store? Well, we do, but the worms were a bit more costly than I thought, $2.29 a dozen. I have a feeling that is why the bird was on it’s own. It has been hard to find any in the yard, so she decided to feed herself and let him fend for himself. He still won’t pick them up by himself, so he is feasting on one the night-crawlers (BIG worms) per hour, along with a cat food/banana/grainy bread mix. He has spent most of the day in the bathroom on branches and the window, and as I type this entry, he is in the bedroom looking out a different window. I took a picture of him and put it in the collage.

After I got the swelling down on my face, I started my collage. For some reason, after I placed pieces of five cartoons on the page, I underlined it with a red line. About an hour later, when I got back around to the Red & Rover cartoon

(http://www.comics.com/wash/redandrover/archive/images/redandrover2006070149562.gif)

I saw there was a red line of thought there as well as in the Non Sequitur toon

(http://images.ucomics.com/comics/nq/2006/nq060702.gif).

All things are relative one way or another, aren’t they…just up to us to notice how they connect. Take the text from one strip that reads, “Is this something you can handle?” and the next toon in my collage is that of a man’s back pocket with spoons sticking out, some you see the handle, some the…hey, what do you call that part of the spoon, the bowl of the spoon, the scoop of the spoon, the cup of it, what? So I look it up.

The first thing that catches my eye is the point…that being where I left off ion the collage, so naturally when I see “the spoon is a familiar object, perhaps even intimate. it is often our first tool, ... with a point or points. either of the component parts of a spoon, ...” So I hit the link:

http://www.links.net/vita/swat/course/every/final/spoon.html

I do run across strange things sometimes. And because it showed up on the search page and I was in the mood, another link:

http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/George-Grall/A-close-view-of-tiny-poison-dart-frog-Rana-species-held-in-a-plastic-spoon-Print-C11691675.jpeg

Poison dart frog in a spoon. OK. While I was at the art site, I looked at some Joan Miro (Spanish artist) prints. A.D.D. But I don’t mind. I go with the flow of things. While I was looking, I came across The Red Sun

(http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Joan-Miro/The-Red-Sun-Print-I10020352.jpeg)

and thought back to the Story of Superman (about 11 AM) on A & E today, when they said they used the name The Red Sun, to cover up that they were making Superman Returns. After I write the sentence just written, I am continuing on the art site and see another poster with the same title

(http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Joan-Miro/Red-Sun-Print-I12046805.jpeg)

Interesting. I consider that for a moment, and back to writing. The TV is on, my beau has it on Myth-Busters; the guys put a penny on some train tracks and flattened it. They decide that a penny cannot derail a train unless it is in the conductor’s eye. I found a penny in my bed right after I saw the cartoon with the character finding a penny. All day he had bad luck, but considered himself lucky when he found that. I just consider it a connection, a brand new 2006 shiny, didn't-see-a-single-fingerprint-on-it penny found after I was injured this morning.

Another print catches my eye:

http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Joan-Miro/Paysage-1976-Serigraph-C10290992.jpeg

Simple.

The bird awakens from his nap on the window, and I figure it is time to go outside a while. Maybe I can find some worms.

Madison's Regatta in the background

2006-07-01T13:53:00.000-04:00

Booms, and wind ups. The short sound of engines on the waters. The Regatta's on!

Double click on picture to enlarge.
Whatever stung me yesterday did not kill me, but there is a creepy crawly feeling inside my arm, as though something is inching its way up my arm. I swear you can see something move under the skin, maybe like a muscle contraction or something. A little weird, I guess, but apparently I will survive.

Our little fledgling is still alive as well. Today I placed him in the bathroom for a while so he could exercise his flappers a bit, He managed to get up to the windowsill, so that seemed progress, made me hopeful that going outside could be worthwhile. We brought the cats in, and bird and I went for a walk, he inside the cat carrier, listening for any momma bird voices. There were none, so we came back to the yard. He hopped about a little, and attempted flight of some sort. He made it about 5 feet away and about a four-inch higher plane. I started getting sunburned waiting for him to do something else, so I plopped him in the grass, with the husky mix trying to get a few licks on him. I dug about the yard a bit, a not-very-good example as a momma bird looking for worms. It took me about five minutes to find any, it is so dry here, but as soon as I found one, the bird started getting excited, so obviously he knows what these are. Still using the other homemade formula for him too, so he is getting a balanced diet it seems.

What do I know? Birds eat often, he squawks every half hour for feeding. Easting about 5 decent sized worms, plus some other mixed stuff, so I spend more time finding and fixing than he spends eating. This is not fun. He seems to be getting a little better at sitting on his stick, too. I put a branch in the bathroom so he can flit about in there a little. I sure hope this works and I can let him go in a day or so and that somehow, he manages to be able to find and eat on his own.

As I write this, Peter Pan is on TNT, helping his kids to fly away from the island now and saying goodbye to the others. He flies away and says, “Thank you for believing.”

Such is life.

It is Saturday; the Madison Regatta is heard above the A/C. It is hot outside, so unless I am getting worms, I doubt I will be out much until the sun gets behind the trees and casts shade in the yard.

Today's collage: I have one sunflower growing in the yard; it faces North. The man across the street grows a few, and they face south.

The Wizard of Id contained a text bubble with a reference to king-size or queen-size, which means nothing more than I made a connection. The partial photo in the collage is that of the freshly washed pillow outside my window, on the side porch; the tag on the pillow is marked "Queen Size".

Somehow, it connects me.

Madison Courier had a photo of the parade: http://madisoncourier.com/SiteImages/FeaturePhoto/3104.jpg

Today's collage

2006-06-30T20:01:00.000-04:00

A Brazilian Stonehenge and a Baby Bird

2006-06-30T18:16:00.000-04:00

yesterday’s newsletters was a story about a Brazilian Stonehenge:

http://www.livescience.com/history/060628_ap_brazil_stonehenge.html

According to the article, “The 127 blocks, some as high as 9 feet tall, are spaced at regular intervals around the hill, like a crown 100 feet in diameter. On the shortest day of the year -- Dec. 21 -- the shadow of one of the blocks, which is set at an angle, disappears. “Ah yes, winter solstice. Why should there be only one Stonehenge? I found the photograph interesting, and thought there was a similarity between the one standing rock, with the hole in it, to my little necklace rock, which was found in the Raccoon River with a hole in it. No, I did not say they are exactly the same…I am just supposed to notice similarities, and I happened to notice this story. The Raccoon River is in Iowa, we were at the Kuehn Conservation area, in the Raccoon River Valley.

I went through my Mosaic of Minor Miracles http://h20genius.spaces.msn.com/ and my H20Genius http://h2ogenius.spaces.msn.com/ journal pictures this morning to get one that was not in my computer, and I noticed that on the one titled winter solstice, it has a cartoon on it that say’s Today’s the Day! I also spotted my picture of a bunch of rocks called Stonehenge.Since I am on the subject of rocks…there is a photo I took of two things found on the (Madison) Ohio River’s bank, last year sometime. I found a piece of a child’s toy, purple plastic with a design in it of a sword in the stone, and the next thing I picked up was a rock, same shape, but it had a “face” which made me smile. Others might enjoy it as much as I do. I love finding what nature has put in place for me to find.

Speaking of finding things…again…that baby bird I took back out to the woods yesterday, after my beau found it in the shop, the cat having just brought it in…yep, it showed up again today, in cat’s mouth. I went outside at some point this morning, saw the two cats and dog sitting outside of the shop, and heard that little voice. I yelled to the animals and went to see what they were looking at. Sure enough, there was that little bird, sitting next to the big stone on which the two cats sat. They had not damaged him; they were just being entertained by his hopping about. Normally the cat toys with his catches prior to eating. This is the third time for this particular bird. Yesterday, when I picked him up in the shop, I asked what he was willing to do to live here? So, when I saw he was back, I grabbed the bird up, brought him in the house and stuck him in the bathroom sink. I went back outside to look for something to make a cage, got stung by something and when I came in to pull the stinger and apply first aid, saw the cat carrier in the bathroom. Cat carriers work for birds too. I placed a bowl of water in the cage, chopped up some lettuce and a soggy pear. He obviously was not at the self-feeding stage. So I mixed up some cat/dog food and banana, and he readily took a few straw tips of that.I managed to get an email off to someone who told me keeping a bird was illegal, and that I could try water soaked raisins and worms, and to see if I could get it to the Louisville Zoo. Somehow, I doubt they need another robin, and for me to drive an hour away, well…. So, if I get arrested for trying to save it, without having the proper certification, I will allow the arresting officer to watch it be eaten by the cats, and they can testify that it was better to do that . After three times in the cat’s mouth, my beau suggests it is supposed to be there. I really do not wish to keep this thing any longer than I have to. I can take it across the road to the woods the cat does not go in, but the mother won’t find it to feed it, so it’s chances are still slim. If I can let it rest 24 hours, albeit still with some stress, it may have a chance. I doubt the mother will be able to help it much as is anyway, with such mighty hunters in the midst.

Today’s collage is simple. It contains reference to a rock and a smiley face. It is above the text of this entry.

What treasure...

2006-06-29T18:50:00.001-04:00

Watched a soap opera for about a half hour today…a character said, no more back and forth…that was the title of the last entry…

Is it possible that the same baby bird could have appeared in my yard, in the mouth of our mighty hunter Boris, a second time? Do all robin babies look alike? Seemed about the right size to be the same one…just a little older. I can’t sex birds either so who knows, but it is a robin; the face seems familiar. So, for the rest of the afternoon, trying to keep cats in the house, to give the little guy another chance.

Mad About You was on the TV when I started on today’s collage. I don’t think I have watched much of that show in the past, so basically all the shows are new to me. At 3:00 the Nat and Arley episode was on, with Paul visiting a sleep clinic. My beau is the one who put the show on that channel, having come in from the shop for a short break. I was starting my cartoons and placing them into collage…coincidentally, one was about sleep deprivation, so I figured I was in sync at that point.

At 3:30 another episode came on, titled the Finale, and I looked up to see Ellen Degeneres was on the show, and also noticed there was a cereal box prop in the kitchen set, the word Crunch or Crunchy on the box. I just happened to see the next cartoon (Frazz) used the word Crunchy, so I continued slowly. I spent more time watching TV than working on the collage, so it actually took a while to finish it.

At some point, I changed the channel, to Charmed on TNT, showing a reporter (on the show) who saw something occur and said something to the effect (paraphrasing) that she was unsure what had just happened but that the viewers saw it live. At that point, I am on the Over the Hedge cartoon, with one of the characters asking what happened.

I randomly chose to use the cartoon bubble with the words “Wonderful creatures, aren’t they?” to anagram, and that translated to read, “What treasure, recently re-found?”

Some might say…

Back and forth

2006-06-28T21:26:00.000-04:00

I wrote for a long while on msn spaces under http://h20genius.spaces.msn.com/ and most recently http://rii4u.spaces.msn.com

I kept having problems with the upload tool for photos so am back here a while to see how it goes here. I uploaded two photos today, taken with my logicam. One is of an unusual radish, reminding me of an alien in some respects. The second photo is that of a necklace I wear, an Atocha reproduction coin, a gold doubloon, and a rock found when I was in Iowa a week ago. I met two new friends, people who have known my beau a long time. They took me to a place they called the healing water. While we were busy looking at a little cricket frog friend who appeared as I stood along the water's edge, http://www.herpnet.net/Iowa-Herpetology/amphibians/frogs_toads/cricketfrog.html someone was writing an article online about the little guys, posting it the same day…a coincidence a day keeps life interesting! This little story was in my mail, dated the day we were at the river, thought some might appreciate it:
http://www.physorg.com/news70445537.html

Anyway, the "rock" I now wear is one found immediately after Jackie, the woman friend, said that many people use rock found there to make necklaces, and the way things work with me, the next rock found was one that came with a hole in it, ready to wear. So I put it on my chain and it has been there since. The way things work...yeah, since I have not written here in a long while, if you are interested, pick a date on the mosaic of minor miracles journal, say about Katrina time, August last year, and come forward. A lot of coincidences amd synchronicity will become evident to you.

Why was I in Iowa? A little working vacation. My beau is a tinner, and we run a tin and coppersmith forum at http://e-tinsnips.com. We had a "Tinner's Convergence" in Ft. Dodge, Iowa this past week. My beau, as I call him, lived there as a teenager, working on Living History Farms, and the people we visited in Earlham, Iowa are potters, business name, I believe, is New Harmony.

When I write I may often refer to previous posts, which you can look up at the last two journals most recently http://rii4u.spaces.msn.com called

"A Different Way of Seeing with Rii4u: BLIPPS
Belief/Laughter/Imagination/Perspective/Possibility/Synchronicity"

and the one before that called My Mosaic of Minor Miracles at http://h20genius.spaces.msn.com/

Coincidence? I just noticed that when I put this post up, the last time I had actually written on here, was September last year, when we had the first Tinner's Convergence in Eastfield.

Good to be back.

a little goes a long way...

2005-09-07T20:17:00.000-05:00

September 05
A little give and take
Last weekend, I went to a place called Eastfield, somewhere near Albany, New York, where there was no electricity and no running wtaer. A little convergence of sorts. Most of my time was spent outside an old church that had been reassembled at that site, in a village re-created by a man who began doing so when he was a young man. The church was being used as a workshop for those interested in learning to tin, as in tinsmithing. One of the first things I noticed was a large tree to the right of the church. I made a comment to the instructor of the workshop, about the size of the tree and he said something to me about the tree trying to get into the church, whereupon I noticed a branch which llightly touched the right side of the church. At some point whilst I sat there, thumbing through some magazines given to me the day before, a dragonfly landed on my leg. I had never seen one with a red body, so I watched it carefully and I noticed the head was a dark brown color and that the little guy was quite animated. He kept looking upwards so I did as well. Right above the tree I saw the moon, so I took a picture of the moon above the tree, and brushed the little guy off of my leg and picked up the pile of magazines. I turned the pile over and saw an ad in which a woman was looking upwards and she was surrounded by fireflies lighting the night.
When we first got to the site, as I sat in a rocker listening to others chit chat I noticed three men sitting in the room with me each had the mark of an injury on their right knee, so I pointed it out at that time. I began to open the magazine, so I put the camera aside and settled into my chair. I found an ad in which there was pictured a woman's right knee, and on it was drawn a smiley face. I tore the ad from the mahazine and placed it aside. I could see someone working inside the church, and the next page read, "Someone was looking out". The next ad I saw had the words, HEAVEN SENT, an ad for Joan of Arcadia, so I knew I was in conversation.The next ad had in it a man on a ladder, standing near a hornet's nest at the corner of a building's eve. On the church near me was a hornet's nest, at the right rear corner of the church. Under the tree lay a blind dog. The magazine ad for OLAY showed a dog and the way I folded it the word FRIEND can be seen. I took pictures of all the things around me, and I took a picture of the magazine ads, just described.
Friday I took a few other photos, one of which was a large key that I removed from the wall of the tinsmithing shop while I was talking with a child/young man and placed the key in his hand, this child whom I later showed a cloud formation in the sky and told him I expected to see skywriting on this trip and thought I could see that which seemed to spell out the letters " I C" . He agreed. I didn't need to take a picture. I later came across an ad which in part read, "It may be IC." I took a photo of that piece of paper, on which I dripped some wax, after I tore it from the magazine and also showed it to the young man and his father, but when I had the photos developed, the picture was not in the packet. Doesn't surprise me, that happens sometimes, and sometimes I just go right back and have that particular frame re-done. Another other photo I took inside the tinsmith shop was a rabbit pattern, which was hanging on the wall amidst other patterns in the tinsmith's shop. The Big Guy and I have an unusual language, and rabbits play a part.
A couple of days without electricity and running water and the world seems far away. On the first part of the drive home, I ran across a cane in the road. I thought it was a bit unusual. It made me take notice. The sun was bright and I made good time to the Cleveland area where we spent the night. The next morning we began the last leg of the trip to Madison, in which I drove through torrential rains most of the way. On the radio they talked about the hurricane that hit and devastated the New Orleans area and we decided since we had a large van and trailer that maybe we would consider loading the van and trailer with water and heading to the area the next day. We were signed up to do a re-enacting event but thought we should scrub that and deliver the water instead. We stopped in Cincinnati for a few minutes for hugs. At the corner of the main street and a street off which I used to live, there is a white castle restaraunt. I noticed as we sat at the light, that the lights outside the building went off. I looked around and saw that all the other lights inside were on and that others in the neighborhood were on, I took it as a sign. (As I write this, WAVE3 reporter is on a segment of news in which the reporter is talking about signs at Papa John's that say I love Mississippi, etc.in response to hurricane) The rain let up by the time we got off of the expressway, and since we had no food at home, stopped for a bucket of chicken for dinner. We crossed the bridge a few minutes later and we pulled into town.
A police car blocked our route and we asked what had happened. We were told wires were down in our block but could get to our house if we went to the other side and told the officer we lived in the middle of the block. I pulled the vehicle and trailer off the road and we ran into the house as rain came down again. A few minutes later we realized that since the road is never without traffic it was a good time to back the trailer into the lot, neither of us good at this task. So the van backed the trailer onto the lot, and the trailer was unhooked. As the van was put into drive it stopped, powerless to go forward, lights still on. It was however, able to roll into the neighbor's driveway. At that point, we thought maybe we were not supposed to take the vehicle and trailer to the south, but instead supposed to head north as originally planned.
The next day, as we began to make ready for the next trip out, I went to develop my photos and pick up a few supplies. On the way, I saw something black fly from the right seat into the dash area of the car. I assumed it was a spider and laughed at its quickness. A moment later, there was a terrible noise under the car (this is my other vehicle) and I looked in the rear view mirror to see what I had run over. There were pieces of black stuff flying out behind the car. I made the realization that the car was traveling about 65 MPH down hill and that the check engine light and check gauges lights were on. My power steering was out, and I knew this could be a problem, it is more difficult to steer than I remember regular manual steering to be. I had to just keep it straight and make two turns, one left and one right into the Walmart lot. I parked it in the outer edge of the lot and went into the store to pick up a few things and make a call. At this point I pretty much knew that someone was trying to keep me from leaving Madison. The young woman at the photo counter let me use the phone and we chatted a few moments while I tried to locate assistance for my car. We got onto my area of interest and she told me about her father, who had been told he had "the worst kind of brain cancer" and given little hope from the doctors when he went in for surgery. Then with a hige smile on her face, told me her father is a living testament to what miracles can do, having said the doctors said it was a miracle that he has recovered. I told her there would be many more miracles.
My photos were finished a few minutes later, and I picked up a few other items, noticing that the meat department had a lot less in it than usual. I wasn't there for meat, but made note. I went to the parking lot and awaited my ride home. A few minutes later, we made a stop in town and as we discussed the two vehicles, decided we would not be leaving town to do the event, having the understanding that there had been two vehicles in two days...we were being told somehow it was more important to stay at home. A flyer had just been delivered to the shop in which we stood, and on it was a list wherein a couple had found a way to get a semi to put at the riverfront, for donations for hurriance victims. I knew we had just been given our opportunity, and didn't need to worry about a vehicle anymore. We weren't going anywhere, our plans had been delivered to our very hands. We went to purchase water in five gallon jugs with all the money we had available. We took them to the gravel lot and stayed the day to assist.
The second day, the truck was filled and taken for weighing (Friday evening). In the darkness I saw the figure of a man walking down the street, and somehow I knew to stand and wait for him. He came to me with a bag knotted and told me he wanted to donate...he said in the bag was an angel, among other things. I understood him to be a man of few means, but also understood he knew how important it was to donate. I placed the bag int he back of my car and went home, collapsing in exhaustion. The third day I was a little slow in starting. Before I left, I opened the bag. At that point it became the crying bag. I took it to the tent under which we sit to take out breaks and told the woman in charge that after the truck left the night before that a man of little means had spoken to me and told me he had his donation. She opened the bag and began to cry, and it was passed around. They told me they knew of the person who had given me the bag, and said his name was ________. I later opened the bag and took a photo of its contents. We decided this would be the last bag on the truck.
_____ knew his donation was important to give, it was all his most precious possessions...and yep, there was his little yellow rabbit inside, right next to his sunglasses, his favorite Budweiser cap, his bible, his angel, his Jesus candle, and his used cotton swab. I took that out, and threw it away before I took the photo. Would anyone else understand a cotton swab with earwax on it in the donation bag ? "It may be IC".
...a little wax goes a long way.

Sunday
At some point in the middle of the day I knew I was supposed to go for a walk by the river, so I did. Right before I left, I heard the woman in charge of our relief efforts ask where we would go next...

Along the river were many ducks, geese, and some birds I had never seen, and I took a photo or two. I then noticed there was a single sunflower grwoing out of the bank, so I went toward it. On the ground, I found a small heart-shaped rock, with three circles on it...I picked it up, it matched a towel I had brought to the shade tent, so I could wrap ice in it to put on my neck to stay cool while I worked. After I picked up the rock I walked toward the street. When I got to street level I went toward a bench and saw beneath it a Fisher Price booklet and on the back it read, something to the effect of, where in the world do you want to go next? I handed the two items to the woman when I returned to the area, knowing I had been given a sign of love from above.
On Sunday, we spent the day loading a vehicle for hurricane victims, and at some point during the day a dog showed up, some stray it seemed, a female with painted toenails. Everyone began calling her Katrina, and she seemed to immediately understand that to be her name. She was petted and fed all day long, and as we began to clear up the area and place the final donations on our semi, it seemed she also knew it was time for her to go too. She had stayed away from the road all day long, and when I asked her to cross with me she would not. Now, as we closed the doors of the semi the dog walked to the middle of the road, and stood for a moment, right on the double yellow line. I yelled to her to get out of the road, but she did not respond. Then I knew something else was about to occur and heard myself said aloud, I asked you not to do that...but it happened anyway, the dog was hit. The driver of the car did not see her at all and was shaken by the accident. I told him it was not his fault. People rushed to aid the dog and a veterinarian was contacted. He said unless someone took financial responsibility for it it was a city issue,. We called him back and took responsibility. The dog was taken to the vet's office and given meds for pain. We were told the vet would do x-rays on Tuesday...this was Sunday evening that this occurred.
While they were at the vet's I went for a walk to use the facilities a block or so away. I stopped at the stop sign for a moment and crossed the street, not in the direction I needed to go. I stood for a moment to see whatever it was I was supposed to see. I saw one light, lit very dimly...I said aloud, will you bring that one back up? The light went full blast. (I asked later if those were gas lights, but they are electric) A moment later it went out. I walked back across the street and went to the parking lot, not telling anyone what I had seen, but assuring the child there who was asking, that no matter what was to happen, everything was fine. We discussed that we both knew the dog would be hit by a car, and I said, since we both knew, we both know it would happen then and everything was fine. He went home feeling better about things. Everyone wanted to know if we were taking the dog home all day long. Home means different things to different people.
PM (my beau) left today, to get some string for the weed wacker. A neighbor came in and told me he was walking with his dog a block away and that his dog would not cross the street, even if you put a chain and collar on it, and for some reason he found the dog suddenly in the middle of the street and that he looked up to see a truck coming and pulled the dog out of the street, he rolling over on the pavement, the truck narrowly missing the dog, and that he got a scraped elbow in rescuing the dog. He said when he looked up and saw the driverhe realized it was my PM, and that he knew he would not have hit him, but he would do anything to save his dog. A few minutes later, PM came home looking a bit shaken...he told me that he saw the vet's assistant while he was out and that the dog we all had named Katrina had died in the night. I was glad that before she was taken, I whispered in her ear that she was very well loved.

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I remember...

2005-06-04T15:12:00.001-05:00

I started another blog and forgot this one existed until I started having problems with the other ones, lol...and now those are no longer available on line. Oh well.
Maybe I will remember to write here again, lol.

2005-03-18T10:11:00.000-05:00

R2ii or Rii, same thing...I have this obsession about documenting my days with cartoons and photos, and the associations I make between real life and the things that I sometimes point out to others. I do that by making webpages, simply because I don't know html code well enough to include pictures in my blog where I want them...so a web page here and there satisfies the thing inside me that must come out...an example:

http://www.geocities.com/r2ii4u/eiffel.html a running "conversational" thing that happens when I go to a nearby park...

my favorites cartoonist is reynoldsunwrapped, always a good laugh and often right on target with my life...

a stream of consciousness...http://www.geocities.com/h2o_genius/index.html none of my pages are "finished"...I go back to different ones on different days, depending on how I am guided...some may say to the nut farm...some may say who is in charge of putting the "sponsored links" on yahoo geocities pages? Here is one that pops up on my previously mentioned page:

"Amplify Your Genius with "Genius Code"
Amplify your genius and increase your intelligence with Genius Code....www.learningstrategies.com"

You decide...I say let whatever you love transform you...and our favorite quote around my house is by Ghandi, "You must be the change you wish to see in the world."

Ether-Aether, Either way

2004-12-18T18:27:00.000-05:00

www.e-tinsnips.com is my beau's wish to have a forum for tinners, tinsmiths as they are known to some...He has finally realized his dream and is working diligently to get this thing going. So if anyone is interested in tin, hot-dipped tin, tin reproductions, tin tools, etc., just talking tin, that will be the place to hang your hat.