Friday, June 30, 2006
Herbs, I grow rosemary, French tarragon, lavender, chocolate mint, thyme, cilantro...
Hands, busy doing so much that I want them to do
Hollyhocks, I grow them every year, pink, white, fuschia, red, and all variegated and mixed, wonderful old fashioned flowers
Headaches, I get migraines, but not as often as I used to, and not as badly, either. I do have one right now, lasts several days, but milder than it could have been
Heart, as in willingness to keep on trying in spite of obstacles, also had a bad heart murmur when I was born, now it is just loud but no physical problems any more, guess I grew out of most of it
Hiccups, I used to get them pretty badly, sounded like a dying chicken or something, my mom said that I used to get them before I was even born
Hobbies, I tend to learn to make all kinds of things, and make stuff with my hands, especially anything to do with color
Harmony, I tend to see things in terms of balance and harmony, and love to listen to all kinds of vocal harmonies, from the Carter Family through gospel, blues, folk, jazz... and strive for harmony in my relationships
Healing, health, and a healthy mental attitude are all a big focus in my life right now, healing from three surgeries, dealing with health issues like diabetes and arthritis as well as old injuries, and overcoming anxiety and depression on a daily basis
Home, I love to spend time on my home, fixing it up, gardening, making food or seasonal decorations, even cleaning when I'm in the right mood, all towards making it a wonderful place to share with my dear, wonderful husband, and to enjoy myself, and I'm sad that I can't do as much as I used to in that direction, but try to take it in small steps. I'd rather spend time here, with it fixed up as well as possible, than go on a big trip somewhere else, does that make me a Hermit? I hope not
Haven Hearth, the name we gave our home with a hand painted sign on the mantle
Hope, there's always hope and I really think that I've developed a talent for finding it, and can usually find silver linings around even the darkest clouds, even if they are a little bit tarnished
Higgledy-piggledy, technical term for the condition my studio is in
Hallowe'en, or Samhain, always was my favorite holiday, I loved dressing up and going trick or treating, the last year I went I was 19 and in college, using my younger siblings as an excuse, er, I mean REASon to go
Hair, I used to wear mine really long, down to my knees, but I'm not really sure why it seemed so important to me at the time, just vain I guess
Himalayas, one of many places I visit online in photos, but will never go to
Posted by Ysabeau at 1:00 AM
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Everything raised up higher for 6'5" dh, tiled, replumbed, new fixtures, new sink and marble countertop, medicine cabinets, lighting, tub...
too much fun.
and never again, I sure hope! B*B, Ysabeau
Posted by Ysabeau at 7:41 AM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
My 11'x11' studio area is stuffed and disorganized. In spite of attempts to tame it, it still bulges at the seams and snickers at me. Oh, deary me! and probably Lawks! I shall have to take stern measures and a large trashcan to it, that should teach it to behave better.
Ysabeau who is Losing It a Bit
Posted by Ysabeau at 12:23 PM
For our eighth anniversary on June 26th, I painted a picture for my dh on the theme of the "Navajo Prayer", walking in beauty (...beauty is before me, behind me, etc.) and for a first real attempt, with a very limited palette of paints to work with, just a basic set of reds, yellows, one blue, brown, black, white, I'm surprised it turned out as well as it did. Before this, all I had done so far was this little 4x4" seascape:
Posted by Ysabeau at 12:15 PM
Friday, June 23, 2006
This is a rant. They don't call when they aren't coming, come when you aren't expecting them, do whatever they want to, and if you give directions to the "leader", he probably won't tell the others so you have to do it all over again when you find them doing it wrong. They don't have common sense, when cutting materials, they drop sharp metal pieces in the grass that will become projectile weaponry when you mow it, and if you ask, they tell you it was too much trouble to drop it in the trash. They don't close the doors after them, over and over, so you get to air condition the outdoors in 100 degree heat, plus you get to chase the family pets around the neighborhood.
They wash out their paint buckets and dump the water on your fast dying lawn, so you have odd pale purple patches, tromp around with paint and concrete on their shoes, and they vent their compressors rusty steam either on your cement patio floor, or use it to kill your hollyhocks. They promise deadlines they have no intention of keeping, then say you heard wrong, or blame the city inspector, the plumber who didn't return their calls, and/or their suppliers.
They leave large sharp machinery in your side yard for weeks after that part of the job is finished, and show no interest in retreiving it, since somebody went on vacation. In Las Vegas. They leave paint buckets on new light colored tile so the condensation causes rusty circles on new tiles, then when you move the buckets and point out the problem, when you come back, they have carefully repositioned the buckets to hide the rings.
They thump and bang, and smell, and borrow things without asking, like using your small shop vac to pick up wet concrete bits, coating the insides of your machine with concrete, and wiping up on your good towels... doesn't come out. You give them huge amounts of money, then have to remind them, follow up on them, and make them do what they said they would... and after they are paid, they get very slow about finishing the work.
it's like LIVING WITH TEENAGERS!!!!!!
Then they have the NERVE to ask when you want some more work done!!!!! aaarrgh!
Posted by Ysabeau at 12:08 AM
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Friends, some come and go, others come and stay, but all give something wonderful and share a unique part of my life
Findlater, my last name, from Scotland, castle "fin de la terre", corrupted over time. Dh's grandparents immigrated to Montana and had a sheep ranch
Finesse, a way of approaching challenges in my life, right along with Panache, I hope
Fortunate, I feel like I've been fortunate in many ways, meeting wonderful people, at key moments in my life, really
Feelings, no, not an old song, but something about myself that I sometimes have real difficulty keeping in proper perspective, without blocking them or hiding from them
Freedom, so amazing to finally have so much freedom of thought, free time, and free choices that I never had before
Foolishness, I try not to lose my sense of humor, and play often to stay healthy and happy, and highly recommend some silliness as regularly as a daily vitamin
Food, I had three stomach surgeries, and now food and what I do/don't, can/can't, should/shouldn't eat is a daily challenge
Fulfilled, I sometimes have a feeling that I am doing what I need to do, when I need to do it, and that seems fulfilling at a very deep level
Foreshortening, very challenging to draw especially if it's a Figure drawing, I know "how" but the actual doing of it really isn't easy for me
France, a place I always wanted to visit, but probably never will. I took five years of French in HS & college, very out of practice, but really had hoped to go and be a silly tourist there (but I have been to San Francisco, which was almost as good, and had Fun there!)
Flowers, so much more important to me than I ever expected. There's just something so rich and decadent about taking little scissors and just going outside to look at them, and maybe cut something to bring indoors
Fresh, the herbs I grow, the flowers blooming outside, and the breeze this afternoon from the direction of the ocean a few miles away
Frankincense, an old incense resin that smells wonderful slowly burned
Fantasia, built out of the fabric of imagination
Fish, I need to eat more fish with Omega 3 Fatty Acids, but not Fried, unfortunately
Future, challenges and all, it's so bright sometimes "I've gotta wear shades"
Finished, I probably have enough "F's" here, although I seem to always think of things I should have said much later... but I don't want to go on Forever! B*B, Ysabeau
Posted by Ysabeau at 11:46 PM
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I love my little garden. I planted two Sutter's Gold rosebushes several years ago because I fell in love with the range of colors and their lovely scent, and they never dissapoint. The single fuschia hollyhocks are from "heritage" seeds, a friend brought them back from her great-aunt's yard in Boston, and they seem to be really adaptable. You wouldn't think they would do so well in Southern California, but they grow higher than the house walls and bloom all Summer. Whenever I'm feeling down, it always cheers me up to go outside and look at them, maybe paint a bit, cut a few to put in a vase, or just trim off old blooms. I love the way the rose blooms vary on the same bush, and the hollyhocks have mixed with the other seeds I got, so there are double fuschias, creamy white streaked with pink or fuschia, even dark burgundy streaked with fuschia in my yard, now. So pretty and "country garden" feeling. I grow herbs around the roses, and most of them bloom too, lavender, marjoram with tiny white blooms, rosemary with blue blossoms, and you can cook with them, too! B*B, Ysabeau
Posted by Ysabeau at 3:50 PM