.....'Splainin to do...

Mille's back is still hurting. We were scheduled to have our chrch photos taken today. This would be the first time ever that she has participated in this annual event. Her back is hurting so bad that she has declined again to have her photo made with me. She told me to use the same old "Blow-Up Doll" that I've used in the past. I originally purchased her because she looked like she was singing in the church choir. She (the doll) is a little wrinkled, so I am going to get out my bicycle pump. I tried helium once but it took several St. Stephen ushers with high ladders to grt her down from the ceiling after I fell asleep during the sermon. (NOT A.B.)

Okay, Okay..about the "sleeping birds." (see last blog) I can explain. Notice the kind of birds they were? Hmmm?

FYI, they were "Cedar-Waxwing." Normally the Cedar-Waxwing is a very responsible member of the bird family. They are upstanding birds in the community. You don't get a name like "Cedar-Waxwing" without proving yourself. They come from good neighborhood trees..are faithful to each other and are far removed from "Grackles." In fact, there has never been a Waxwing poop on a car. (see car-pooping birds@snopes.com)
It is also a fact that some distinguished birds at this time of year like to eat red berries. Red holly berries in fact, will intoxicate birds.

This particular night, these two Waxwings stopped off at the local pub, "The Branch" and had a few.

Alas, as they walked home (to avoid an FUI)they spotted a saloon, "The Hair Ball Pub." They looked at each other, flexed their 'drunkin wings and hit the swinging door, slamming it open to the astonishment of 20 of Mille's feral cats. "Anyone here want to try taking on a couple of Waxwings, you bunch of 'losin, cat-nippen, flea 'ridden feral felines?"

See Dallas Morning News Metropoltan:

"Intoxicated Waxwing couple found dead in Pub alley. K-911 was called and German Police dogs are investigating. Fowl play is suspected. One cat who wanted to remain anonymous said, "This incident supercedes "The War on Terrier."

Governor Perry just issued a warrant for the arrest of anyone who made the puns in this article. Apparently that's a capital offense in Texas.

Trick Winter

Mille’s back is out so the wire classes are just a dream right now. She is still busy making everything from crosses to rattlesnakes, jalapenos to hands with hearts. However, her pain level is increasing so I am putting her back in bed.
You must understand, without Mille, how can I write like Linda Bailey-Smith?

Oh well, here goes,
This February day is very still and cold. This has been a trick Winter. Very mild compared to most Winters in Dallas. Our lawn needs mowing but with Mille's back being in such pain she will have to get better before she tackles that. I tried to attach her walker to the mower but she resisted. She hasen't even cleaned the gutters she hurts so much, bless her heart.

When the air is only in the 40's and the sky is grey (our favorite British spelling) it seems colder than it it really is. It is a moist feeling that invades the marrow of our bones. Our flowers haven't noticed it though..therein lies "the trick" Winter.

Okay, I wanted to show you what our back yard "might" have looked like with our unusually warm weather. I searched my photos for a picture of a flower. Two years ago I took one in San Diego, a yellow rose. Just pretend.

Several months ago, our beloved "Marky" dog showed signs of heart failure. We have had him for 14 years at least. He wandered out one night and he went under our deck and crossed "The Rainbow Bridge." We originally found him in "The Hood" yet he became rather "preppy after awhile. Marky was our Alpha dog no matter the size of the others.

With Marky's departure, we have Bradley and Mary-Mary left. I shouldn't say that since Mille feeds every feral cat in Dallas county. Every morning there is a line of cats taking a number, waiting for breakfast. With the help of our good neighbor, we trap them and she has them fixed. FYI, when they are fixed they cut one ear at an angle. This way we know which ones have been trapped and fixed.

The "clipped" ear is especially attractive to the Tomcats that are afraid of family responsibility. Oh they show up at night with their top hats and canes and with their Bing Crosby voices just crooning away..."When the blue of the night...meets the gold of..." One Tom actually had a pipe.

Next blog: Mille Feeds The Rirds

Oh stop! I'm sure they are just asleep! (..right next to where Mille feeds the cats...)

..of Dogs and Wire

Not that anyone of you are waiting with baited breath for another blog but I DID try to blog the other day. I used my PS 2 IBM computer from 1989 and it didn't work. I spoke with Linda Bailey. She is "old Bob Smith's" better half, the one that got Mille (pronounced Millie) inspired to get ME to start blogging again. Mille loves Linda's writing and wants us to share some of our life with others.
Linda asked me if I had Photo Shop. I said that my computer is so old it only had "Etch-a-Sketch." I told her that if I wanted to post a picture I had to try and remember the image and draw it. She pointed out that my computer needs updating.

Now I am using Mille's computer. All I have to do on her computer is to think of what I want to say, so I have to be very careful as I stare at the screen. "Wow!" I had to erase that one...okay, I'm back.

What started this, as I said, was Mille reading Linda Baily's blog. She loves Linda's writing. Mille pointed out correctly, that I only write kind of negative self-indulgent things in the name of humor. Exxxcuuuuuussssseeee me? Oh...that's right..I do...Sorry.

Mille wants me to write of our family on Wyatt Street. What 'th?

First of all..Mille teaches and sells her wire art in Garland at a consignment store. I suggested that she teach a class for the parishoners and friends at St. Stephen. She said that wouold be nice. Then I had to get permission from Dick Benson, who is in charge of teaching classes at the church. He asked me the question: "Is this non-profit?" Okay, he does not know Mille at all...and I am still in the church parking lot thinking of how to answer this without hurting you-know-who's feelings.

She has never made a profit. She does this because of her love of art. Remember, she was/is a florist also.

Most of the week at our house is Mille sitting on the floor twisting wires and making some real neat things. Things that we will share as time goes by and I figure out how to put photos of her neat things on this computer.

Secondly, we will write about our dogs. We rescue dogs. We have had as many as six but now we only have two...(R.I.P. our beloved Marky this year.) Due to our age we are unable to handle six again so now we try not to make eye contact with lost dogs.

Now that I think I have figured out Mille's computer, we will continue this soon for whoever is interested in "The Fennig Family of Wyatt Street"