My weird cats

They have taken to accompanying me in the bathroom, waiting for that joyful moment when I turn the faucet on. Here, the three of 'em are captured doing what they each love best: Abby, drinking from the faucet; Luke, waiting for a chance to scare Abby; and Bert, sniffing Abby's butt. Nerds, all.













Who, me?
Athens received a half inch of rain yesterday, a welcome addition to our thirsty ground, but not enough to end the year without stating it's the driest since 1954. Still, it was great to listen to the off and on patter or raindrops on the metal roof yesterday. Homey and comforting.

I don't have a lot planned today, just the usual of heading to the Post Office to see what Santa Postman may have brought (ebay winnings? The delayed and awaited Christmas package that went astray?) and perhaps if I get up a head of steam, drag a load to the laundromat. I'll definitely make soup later, it's that kind of day. Cabbage-vegetable-tofu soup. Mmm.

Have a great day everyone!

I'm glad it's over

Christmas is wonderful, but it's pretty intense. And I don't even have kids! The rounds of visiting, the pressure to make sure I see so and so in time to give her gift, getting the cards out, grocery shopping on Christmas Eve morning, & etc., all very busy. I guess I'll take down my few decorations today, and get back to normal routine. School here is on vacation from December 21 to January 6, over two weeks long. This makes a nice break for the teachers, para-pros, and principals, of whom we have many in our church. So the visiting continues for a good while.

I received a Christmas gift card to Target, and boy, do I have fun picking out the items I need-online. How convenient to be able to shop from the comfort of home, punch in the gift card number, and have the stuff shipped to me! I bought a blender, which I have needed for a while, a set of 10 frames so I can then frame my watercolors and hang them in cunning and sweet groupings as illustrated on the HGTV design shows, and a neck massager. With heat. Now all I have to do is wait for Mr. UPS Brown.

I'm glad it's over though. It's Christmas every day in my heart and in my life, but I am glad to put away the trappings and have the nationwide frenzy die down. Today it's a cool and overcast day. I'm still coughing and feel kinda tired. There's a card party tonight I was invited to, but I think I will slow down from the rounds of socializing and stay home, and work on a collage and finishing CS Lewis' The Screwtape Letters.

Meanwhile, take a look at these cutie goofies:

Bert, all googly and cute















Luke, all movement and athletics

















Abby, AKA Crabby Abby

A day to look higher

Merry Christmas! I hope you all have a wonderful time with your family, safe travels, and a peaceful reflection time about your upcoming year.

Candlelight service

Our Pastor at the candlelight service last night. Merry Christmas!

Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve

‘Twas the eve before Christmas
And all through the church,
One creature was stirring,
he was doing research.

The hymnals were placed in the pews with such care.
The members were sitting in meek, loving prayer.
The children were nestled all snug in their class,
in hopes that King Jesus would come back at long last.

And Pastor in his suit and his wife in her dress,
had just settled down for a sermon to bless.
When out in the skies there arose such a shout,
they sprang from the pews to see what’s about.

Away to the window they flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters threw upward the sash.
The candlelight glowed on the lawn just outside,
the church was dressed up as Savior’s Saint Bride.

When what to their wondering eyes did appear!
Jesus as Lord, looking severe.
What a magnificent King! So bright and so great!
We knew in a trice it’s our Holy Soul Mate!

On white horse more rapid than Time he descends,
He shouted and He called and His hand he extend.
Now Pastor! Now Wife! Now Singers! Now Deacons!
Now members! Now children! Now Bride as My Beacon!

Alleluia! Salvation! And glory and power!
Belong to the Lord this absolute hour.
"Now come up here, come up here" they all heard Him say.
So shouteth the Lord on this last timeless day.

As bright sparks before the fireside do fly,
when they meet with an air current do rise to the sky.
So up to the church top their coursers they flew.
With hearts full of joy, the clouds they sliced through.

On that night before Christmas? And all through the church?
The creature who was stirring, who was doing research?
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot.
And his soul was all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of troubles he had flung on his back.
He looked like a robber just closing his sack.
And the beard of his chin was dark as abyss,
And his hands held multitudes of cyst upon cyst.

And the smoke from his ears, his head like a wreath,
Encircled the hatred pulsing hot underneath.
Demon knew that for them was rapture and glory.
The Bible, for sure, was no trumped up old story!

Their souls he no longer had chance to reshape.
The end, it drew near! All he could do now was gape.

But back to the bride, their Blessed estate,
They who trod paths that were narrow and straight.
Mercifully saved, those who sup with the Lamb-
The Alpha-Omega, the Eternal I Am.

Away they all flew like the down of a thistle
They ascended to glory like fastest of missiles.
But he heard them exclaim as they rose out of sight,

Hallelujah to God and His Holy Might!

Movies, and Blogs

I'm watching Time Bandits. The best line in the movie, and the best line I've heard for a long time:

"Oh, no! It's the invisible barrier!"
"Ohhh, so THAT's that the invisible barrier looks like!"

I stumbled upon some new-to-me blogs. PressingTheHerald is one outraged dude, frustrated that the Portland Maine daily newspaper is as careless as it is with the oh, say, the news, the facts, the readers, mundanity...He busts them report by report, story by story.

Another guy doing the same kind of thing is a media High School teacher in central Maine, but doing it Tongue-In-Cheek . The latest post is called "We Regret The Era" a sly, funny, witty pun on newspaper "clarification" posts, not to mention the northerner's accent.

Crazy Aunt Purl is a woman in CA writing about her life. What makes her blog distinctive from all the other middle-aged. divorced women writing about their lives (ahem) is that she is a great writer.

If you like to see fantastic digital photos, they are here.

Surviving After Armageddon might be a little hard, so look up tips up here, where the baking soda post has already come in handy. And it's not even Armageddon yet.

Continuing on my birdwatching run

The pasture yesterday was full of blue jays during one hour of the late morning. A half dozen of them flew from tree to fence post to ground and chattered each other off and started all over. I took this through the window, on a cloudy and dark day, using extreme zoom, from a distance. But you can still see the markings very well. I wasn't aware they are so pretty!

National Geo top pics of 2007

The top National Geographic News photos of 2007 are out and I posted the top four. Amazing photography! An amazing earth! With amazing animals! All I can say is, wow.

4. Weird Deep-Sea Creatures Found in Atlantic

A fearsome viperfish, a jewel squid, and an invisible amphipod were among the eccentric animals found in 2007 on a deep-sea mountain range. But the show was stolen by Teuthowenia megalops here—or, as the Cute overload blog called it, Eddie McBlobbules, "the inside-out-seahorse-in-a-ball-nerd of the deep."

3. Bear-Size Catfish, Half-Ton Stingrays Among World's ''Monster'' Fishes
The 7-foot-long (220-centimeter) Mississippi paddlefish shown here are among the world's biggest freshwater creatures—and they're two of the stars of our third most viewed gallery of 2007.

2. Quake lifts Island Ten Feet Out of Ocean

Residents of Ranongga in the South Pacific Ocean sit on a massive coral reef that was lifted out of the sea—along with their entire island—by a magnitude 8.1 earthquake in April 2007.

1. New 7 Wonders vs. Ancient 7 Wonders

From Rome's Colosseum to India's Taj Mahal—see how the "new seven wonders of the world" announced in July 2007 stack up against the original list of ancient monuments. Thousands of National Geographic News readers already have, making this our most viewed gallery of the year. Story here

Today is a good day

The heron is back, I am enjoying watching him hunt for fish. He's stalking around the pond's edges, standing with neck outstretched, darting his beak into the cold water when he sees a glimmer of a fish.

My cats are playing in the bedroom right now. Though "Crabby Abby" as my landlord calls her, only knows how to growl. So it sounds like a slaughter with Abby screaming and howling while things are bumping around and lamps crash. Initially I thought she was in distress (who wouldn't with all that caterwauling) but there she is, on her back, exposed belly, and all 4 paws in the air, dangling them toward Bert. OK, have fun, Crabby Abby.

Canada's Globe & Mail reports "Food prices have been surging for two years. The FAO food price index has climbed 40 per cent this year, on top of 9 per cent in 2006." Yah, I am feeling it at the grocery store. Aren't you? Particularly with bread and cereals. Ouch. And what's up with the 40% increase? Yikes.

The pony is walking around just outside my window, I hear the leaves crunching as he noses for grass under the fall blow down. There are a lot of birds scrambling around near him, looking, too. I have a bird feeder hanging off my deck stocked with lots of seed but the birds will not come to partake. I can't figure out why. It's been up a month, and I am getting ready to empty it and try another kind of seed. It's the same feeder I had in Maine and the birds all flocked to it there, even though, like here, the deck was in the middle of the yard away from the tree line. The hummingbirds came this summer to the same hummingbird feeder I had, just not the finches and brethren. Hmmm, I have a mystery to solve. Left, my feeder in Maine, where it was more successful in attracting boids.

I am having fun doing another collage. I'll post it when it's done. At heart I'm just a fifth grade gal cutting and gluing and pasting and laying glitter glue over stuff and flipping through magazines oohing and ahing before ripping pages out. I might not make sophisticated art, but I have fun.

Listening, watching, reading

I'm listening to my new Mahalia Jackson CD a friend got me for my birthday, and reading the Australian Courier matter of factly telling readers in a news report today that a global pandemic is inevitable and advises to stockpile food for at least 10 weeks. Hmmm, OK.

I have had this dread about bird flu ever since it came public. It has jumped to human transmission recently, and the number of little icons showing outbreaks on the Havaria Alert Service worldwide map has gone from zero on average to today: four.

A great blue heron has just flown in and landed in our little pond across the pasture. My table is in front of the huge windows affording a front row view of the pasture and pond. They sure are a large bird. Though if I have mis-identified the bird be sure and let me know!

Christmas is almost here. Be sure and remember the reason for the season, our Savior is born, and have a wonderful day.

Seen at Borders

The Jesus action figure, "complete with with gliding motion." Next Him was "St Vivian, patron saint of Hangovers." With prayer card.

Bethy in the Big City

I decided to head into Athens and buy some Christmas things. If you know me, you know this is a sacrifice. I hate using gas. I hate stores. I hate spending money.

But into the city I went, intending to buy an organizer thingie for my postage stamp bathroom since my two drawers of storage space are now filled. With cold medicines, I might add.

So I went at noon on a weekday hoping to avoid merry hi-ho-ho shoppers, & I trundled my red plastic Target cart right to the organizr aisles. Upon seeing the cheapest item they had in aforementioned aisles, I almost fell down in shock. $30 for a two-shelves plastic crap? No way.

I tried, honest I did. I even looked at the behind-the door hanging shoe tree organizer, mulling creative possibilities but in the end I couldn't bring myself to spend money for crap. And of the three drawer bureau that had cool brown baskets for drawers...well, that was $70. Too much.

I will be honest, I did buy a shirt for $5. I think it is a woman's duty, whenever and wherever she finds new clothing that isn't heinous and fits reasonably well, and is $5 or less, to buy it. So I did my duty. Passing by the Christmas card aisle, I thought, why not buy one for my pastor? I already sent him religious one, a serious, appropriate card with actual scripture on it. There was a huge sign advertising "FUNNY CHRISTMAS CARDS." He's a person too and maybe he would like a humorous Christmas card as well?! So I browsed.

Me and another lady spent a lot of time reading all the cards. We were both methodical, something I appreciated about her. We read them in order, from left to right, and right to left, and when we were shoulder to shoulder, we swapped. After jamming yet another unfunny card back into the slot, I looked at her and said, "These aren't funny." "No, they're not," she replied. We both shook our heads mournfully. "I'm buying one for my boss," She said. "I'm looking for my pastor." After a second I said, "The person who writes these should be fired." "Yup," she said. "They're bad."

See, the punchline to most of them either contained a four letter word (asshole, shit), a reference to farts, poop, or certain body parts. Like, Santa is in his sleigh...and here comes the guffaws, the last reindeer farts and Santa's fart-o-meter goes off the charts. Howl! Or this, The snowman has an extra long carrot for a nose and well...Or this, Santa was arrested and the card's front cover is a mug shot of disheveled Santa, because, you see, he breaks and enters and peeps. One of the cards called the mom a whore. Hilarious! And here is the real punchline, the next section over was the "Naughty & Nice" Christmas Cards, complete with protective border. Holy Reindeer fart, batman! What would THOSE cards say? The lady and I left with no cards.

So I ended up with a $5 shirt and a chocolate covered caramel tin to give to our postal workers. Needing sustenance, I headed to the deli for a tuna fish sandwich and a tea. The sandwich wasn't bad, but was expensive, and the poor gal making my green tea put a super-sized extra stuffed herbal bag into my small cup and by the time it had steeped it had emitted enough herbal taste to gag an elephant.

I am genetically engineered to not be able to pass by a Borders without stopping in. As I pushed open the doubledoors I immediately became calm. Ah, sanity. I make a great production every year of getting my calendar for the year and a new date book. I have to live with it for a year, and look at it every day so I can't make a mistake. This year was different, I decided right away. I got a small/mini wall calendar (I have two rooms remember) of scenes from Tuscany (ahhh), and I skipped the datebook because they didn't have refillable ones and the non-refillable ones all had Islamic holidays on practically every square. Sorry, I'm not Muslim.

Instead I got a sweet beaded journal and the selling point (aside from the girly bling on the cover) was the fact that the paper inside is super duper thick and luxe. CS Lewis's "Screwtape Letters" completed the trifecta and off I drove into the late afternoon sunset.

Ingredients for a collage

Here are some things I have accumulated with an eye toward making something. What that something is, I don't know. I guess I just have to do it and see what emerges!


One day these appeared on my deck. No butterfly body, just two wings on the floor. They looked so lost, so pathetic, but so beautiful, that I got a piece of paper and scooped them up.


I won these on ebay for .99. The butterfly thing was still on my mind.


Opening a magazine I had not read for a long time, out slipped some rose petals I had gathered this summer and pressed inside the magazine to dry. What a happy surprise! I like it when I forget things in pockets and stuff.


I won these on ebay too for .99 cents. I like a copper border to my collages. I think it 'finishes' them somehow.

Happy Tuesday

Some random thoughts

I bought a Canon LIDE series 90 scanner and I LOVE IT. The thing is ridiculously easy to use and it scans up to 600 dpi. It's fast, color-accurate, and best of all, only uses a USB cord. No electricity, it plugs right into your computer. The OCR is pretty accurate and it even lets you make .pdfs. It is slim, light, and did I say, I love it? I've been putting up a lot of old photos I have around on 35 mm to my flickr page.

I got a waffle maker from Freecycle recently, and I made waffles for the first time ever yesterday. I feel like a grownup now.

I am letting my hair color go bye-bye. After coloring it for over ten years I decided to dispense with the color processing and time and mess and expense and let it go au natural. My hair is gray, 100%, but I am thrilled to report it is a silvery waterfall dew in the morning sort of gray. My hair is thick and way anyway so the added bonus of a luxuriant variation of a gray color is nice. Here is an article about other women enjoying their gray.

From the Overheard in Athens blog:

Girl: I just finished my first final. The question was "What is life?"
Professor: It's a fine magazine and a delicious cereal.

I didn't say they were big thoughts. Just random.

Amazing underground secret temples

Italian insurance broker creates 8th wonder of the world

And to think...in my spare time I make popcorn.

How can 2 kitties be so different?

Oy. My kitties are growing and they could not be cuter. Or more different from each other. They sure do have cute little personalities!

Luke seems the more independent one, with all his curiosity and wandering around into every nook and cranny. He hops onto the bathroom sink when I wash, a paw swiping the water. He works open the sliding glass shower door to check what's going on in there. He leaps on the windowsill when a car comes or goes, when the dog barks, when the wind blows. He drags this worked-over, frayed and filthy string everywhere. He hops up on the table, drops it on my laptop, and backs away expectantly. This means I have to throw it. Sometimes in the morning I wake up with it on my shoulder. Awww.

But for all his roaming, he is the first to want to cuddle, worming his way onto my wrists when I type at the table. I let him sometimes, and type with one hand for a while. He is purring then.

Bert is the thinker, watching, never leaping without considering all the angles. He is smaller than Luke, and will always be a small cat. He does his own thing during the day, only occasionally interacting with me, but when he wants me, he squeaks. Awww. He doesn't meow, only emits a tiny squeak that always gets my instant response. When I come in from outside, he runs up to me and then plops down on his side right in front of me. I have to stumble to avoid stepping on him! Today I stumbled AND dropped the laundry on him, so it was a moving pile of shirts for a second.

But at night, he is almost frantic with wanting to cuddle. He leaps on the bed, settles in the crook of my neck, and kneads with vigor. If he doesn't settle down in a minute or so I have to heave him over down to the bottom of the bed. If I heave him too close to Abby then I hear "GRRR!" "Squeak!' Plop. Pitter patter, he leaps up on me again from the other side of the bed. Rinse. Repeat.

They sure keep me hopping.

Global meltdown sparks new tourism

Where to go in 2008: Or, "Aw, man, Greenland gets all the best global warming disasters!"

"For those who find that Discovery Channel documentaries and Al Gore's PowerPoint presentations don’t adequately capture the phenomenon of global warming, another option is now more readily available: pulling on a fur-lined parka and watching the ice melt in Greenland."



After that, can we watch a rainforest clearcut? Can we?

Graph data and story here. It's not good.

I'm not blonde, but I should be

The plumbers are working downstairs installing a new bathroom. Plumber comes up, 'Please do not use the toilet for a few hours. Do not flush, I am disconnecting the pipe for a while.' I said OK.

A minute later I brush my teeth. I notice the water is draining slowly. I glug Drano down.

A minute after that knock, knock, KNOCK. 'Scuse, me are you using the water?'

Yes.

Oh, no, please don't do that. I disconnected the pipe.
Don't the toilet and the sink use a different pipe?
No, is the same. Now it's wet there where I am working.
Oh, no, I poured Drano down too.
So that is the bad smell I was smelling.

Conversation at Sunday School

I teach Bible study at Wednesday night church to 1st and 2nd graders. Opening the class, me N the kids always just chat.

Boy: When did Hanukkah start?
Me: What do you mean?
Boy: Like, in 1892, or in Jesus days, or before that? When?
Me: I dunno. But I will look it up and let you know next week.
Boy: Thank you. I do not have the internet at home and it is difficult for me to look these things up.

He is 7.

I love this kid!!

The Menorah as shown on the honorary arch of Titus. Cast in the Museo nazionale della civiltà romana, Rome. PS: The answer is 165 BC when the Jews rededicated the temple after Antiochus IV had desecrated it with pig blood and pork feasts, one day's worth of menorah oil lasted 8 days & the Jews recognized the miracle.

Hilarious YouTube: Gov't employees on an escalator

Funny. Now, don't take offense...

Another page in my art journal

"Angel holding me": gesso, metallic acrylic paint, lace, glow-in-the-dark stars, and cropped photograph of a yard art angel, whom I noticed when looking at the developed photo, reflects me & my whole world. In the middle of the ball, you can see me taking the photo of the angel with my house behind me.

I like to think the scene in heaven is like this, that our guardian angel gently holds us and watches over us in our spheres of a world.

Why do cats...

...like to fling pens off tables? I'm just askin'

The extent of my Christmas decorating

I only have two rooms here. And two little, curious kitties. So I can't do a big-time decorating bonanza, but here is what I did decide to do: The bough is like the bridge from earth to heaven. The lights are heavenly stars. The ball of light is the Star of Bethlehem. The angel represents the heavenly host, who sang hosannas in the highest when the babe was born. The nativity set is white for the purity of Jesus. I purposely bought a small Nativity because it is amazing such a small baby born in such rustic circumstances changed the world forever. It is on a mat of red for the blood He shed for us.

Ta-da! Introducing the 2007 Prata Christmas !

A community day in Comer

The annual Christmas parade and community day...fireman BBQ chicken plates served, school choirs sing, merchants all open up...happy people
Above, our precious children from various schools sing to the crowd.


High School Chorus


Elementary school chorus


Cub scouts on their float


Patriotism Georgia style


Ahhh, 'tis true, wise men still seek Him. Glory, Jesus is the reason for the season!