Rosin dust

Dave had to work the lunch shift at CQ today.  He did not have time to make the 4 mile, 20 minute drive home.  I’m such a good wife.  I packed a warm lunch and prepared his afternoon snack, put the puppy in the front seat, and headed for the band hall.  Gunny and I took lunch to daddy!!  It was super cute.  It was really good for Gunny too because he got to meet a bunch of new people.  Socializing this puppy could be a full time job.

Lloyd came up and asked me a question.  Well, he said “I have a question about strings”.  It is something of a specialty of mine.  So I offered to help.  He started to tell me about the problems he was having while miming a performance of some sort of hybrid string instrument that is held on the shoulder and bowed in the lap.  I had to stop him and ask him to clarify which instrument we were talking about.  He said bass.  Duh.  He is an electric bassist trying to learn the upright bass.  His main complaint was the fact that one of the bows did not make any sound on the strings.  I instantly knew the issue with that one.  I asked if there was rosin on it.  He had no idea what rosin was.  Ha!  You see, without rosin the horsehair on the bow is slick.  It brushes across the strings like a soft piece of silk.  It makes no impact.  It makes no sound.

Momma pointed out that there was probably a spiritual lesson in this.  I’ve been thinking about it all day.  For me I think the lesson is Scripture memory.  Without the sword of the Spirit which is the Word of God, I make no impact on this world for the Kingdom.  I am silent.  I am at risk.

Time to add some rosin.  Time to make some music.


Ankle bracelets

Today Gunny is learning that the leash does not follow him around.

In other news, I have my very first red tomato in my happy little potted plant garden.

I actually giggled, clapped my hands, and jumped with a tiny bit of joy when I saw it!  I have been nursing that happy plant along.  It smelled so good when I bought it.  I was shopping at Lowe’s for good-smelling plants.  I shop at Lowe’s because they give a ten percent military discount.  There were not many good-smelling plants.  It was late in the season to be starting a potted plant garden and most of the good stuff was gone.  But I found a hearty little rosemary tree, a sad-looking oregano sprig, a strong sweet basil plant, some petunias, and the happy cherry tomato plant.  I had no idea how delicious tomato plants smell.  My mom hates tomatoes.  Like totally hates them.  I like them, but would not have thought to like the plant as much as I have.  When I bought it there were two or three little berry-sized tomatoes on a couple of thin green branches.  In the weeks since planting my potted plant garden, all the plants have just thrived!  The basil looks like a forest, the petunias are crawling out to their pots, and the tomato required a tomato-stake-wire-cone-shaped-thingy join its personal pot.  And now I have a cheerful little red tomato.  Happy gardener.

Gunny is used to the leash doing as he pleases.  It is attached to his collar so he gets used to it.  It serves as a tail, sort of.  It also serves as a toy when Danger and Gunny are playing together.  Once Gunny is good and riled up and Danger is done sitting on his head to keep him pinned down, Danger sits on the leash, and Gunny is up a creek without a paddle.  It is very, VERY funny to watch.

Tonight I cooked.  Well, I cook every night.  Dave and I are on a diet that gives us the opportunity to eat six times every day.  Who would not love that?  Tonight I had the absolutely delightful chance to twirl out to my little potted plant garden and harvest some herbs for my dinner concoction.

Doesn’t it just look gourmet?  Don’t you wish you were eating here with me?

All this blog writing, cooking, and dog training inspired me to pull out a movie I love.  I am currently writing to you, bloggies, while Julie & Julia plays on our big screen tv.  I love this movie.  I’m sure most people love Merle Streep’s performance as Julia, but I honestly like Amy Adams’ Julie.  There is a connection I have with her.  That is probably a whole, long, other story.  Maybe I should study psychology too.

Gunny is not happy to be learning how to walk on a leash with me being in charge of where we are going.  He rebels violently when I pull the leash.  He bucks up and stares at the floor as though I am not there.  Wanna see?

He is a more nervous dog than Danger ever was, so I am training him differently.  A lot more positive re-enforcement for my little Gunny.  Tonight though, a little tough love.  He had to go where I was going.  Eventually he got the hang of it and I got everything done that was on my to do list, well almost.

All with Mr. Precious strapped to my ankle.

Natural Narrative

I’m writing a book.

Are you laughing?  No?

The funny thing about my tendency to announce that I’m taking on a new project is the reaction I get.  No surprise.  I like having mountains to climb. I love having things to do.  I love trying new things.  Most new things.  This month, that thing is a novel.  My momma will tell you that I grew up focused on the product at the end of a process.  She worked so hard to encourage me to invest in the process.  I am so grateful for her work.  I truly love the process now.  Well, I love most processes.

This process, I am loving!  I have actually started my book.  But one of the things I want to get out of this book writing is a better understanding of storytelling and narrative.  So today I studied narrative.  Some people have school books for things like narrative.  Me, I have Wikipedia.  I learned so much about voices and tenses and limitation versus omniscience.  I have determined that I am writing my novel with a Third-person omniscient narrative mode.  Do you know what that means?  I do.  Hehehe!

Research is also making great use of our library.  Dave and I have a ton of books.  There are a couple of shelves of truly good literature and it is such a great resource for someone who is writing a book.  I am able to instantly get examples.  I’m such a home schooler.

Here’s to life long learning!

Toxins and Toys

We are doing a cleanse.  You know, those kind with 18 different fiber pills each day?  Cleanses have these lofty promises in their descriptions.  Things like how healthy your skin will be, how strong you will be, how good your liver will feel.  I’ve never really felt my liver, but I’ll let you know if it feels good.  Who thinks about how their liver feels?  Well, another fun part about doing a cleanse is toxin releases.  Toxins, those tiny little particles of ugliness that clog up my body, are happy lurking in their warm little corners of my body.  When something, like a cleanse, causes them to release their hold on my innards they do not go quietly.  This is starting to sound gross, but bear with me, I’m familiar with toxin releases.  They can be caused by many things – drinking delicious carrot and apple juice, practicing hot yoga, deep tissue massage.  Today toxins are making me feel awful.  I’m lethargic and sore, but in a hilariously good mood, so the next part is really funny.  I sound like Chewbacca when I speak!  Can’t tell you how many times we’ve laughed at my voice today!

In other news, my house looks like we have toddlers.  We do not.  We do not have kids at all.  We have dogs.  Danger is three and a half and has been with us since he was six weeks old.  Gunny is three months and has been with us for one whole week!  Left to his own devices, Danger will chill out all day long.  Gunny livens up the joint pretty significantly.  Gunny loves toys, so we have pulled out all the old dog toys from when we were first time pet owners – all those toys that Danger was never even one bit interested in.  All the toys fit into a Steve Madden shopping bag, thus there is a new game in the Scott household.  Ashley picks up all the dog toys and puts them in the yellow Steve Madden bag.  Ashley pushes Danger off the pull toys, crawls under couches, and gathers dog toys like a squirrel before the first frost – and puts them in the yellow Steve Madden bag.  Then the bag gets set in the middle of the living room.  Then Ashley gets to put her feet up and relax for a few minutes as both dogs dive headlong into the yellow bag.  I treasure those moments.  I know exactly where both dogs are.  I know exactly what both dogs are doing.  The dogs are ecstatically pulling all of the toys out of the bag and scattering them about the house.

happy puppy

Happiness all around.

Fly baby flies!

I have had many jobs.  I am an occupation collector, an aficionado, as it were. This week I have taken on a new role. Call me FLY KILLER.  No, call me FLIES-NO-MORE.  No, call me FLY ANNIHILATOR…The FLY-INATOR!!!  Oh my goodness the flies in Kentucky this summer.  Each time the door opens another fly buzzes right in.  Often it’s more like seventeen flies invade my territory.  They are making me crazy.  There is a constant buzzing sound, not that I am sensitive to sound or anything.  They bop their little fly heads into mirrors and windows with popping sounds.  They engage in Top Gun style fly-bys.  My head has become the tower, Ghostwriter.

My job has been to kill the flies as quickly and as frequently as I can.

After some research I have discovered that there are many old wives tale types of fly repellents.  One woman fills a bag with water and places it near her door and the flies run away screaming, umm, what?  Several others rub various oils on themselves and their belongings to repel the little buggers.  The basil oil home remedy caught my attention.  I quickly grabbed a fistful of basil leaves from my potted plant garden and brought them inside thinking perhaps basil leaves works like basil oil.  But wait, there are flies all around the basil plant.  Not gonna help.

So the swatting resumes.  You know, flies are so light and bouyant that they get knocked out of the way of my hand by the air pressure that precedes my well-aimed blow.  I’m sure there is some physics formula for that.  Oh, and I should mention that I do not own a fly swatter, naturally.  The most delightfully successful manner of killing flies has turned out to be the miniblinds in our beautiful rental home.  The flies get busy buzzing the window, I stealthily turn the wand to close the blinds, and then WHAM!  I smash the bug between the glass and the plastic.  Then I call Dave and sweetly ask him to clean the schmush off the window.

Today, though, my fly killing reached an all time high.  Really, it reached an all time low.  Flies are disgusting.  They congregate on filth and then carry particles around to the next surface they choose to light upon.  Truly nasty.  I am religious about covering anything edible in our house.  All countertops get sanitized regularly.  My dishes are behind locked doors.  Okay, they are in the cupboard.  Then, feeling my afternoon slump, I made a delicious cup of coffee.   I made it with boiling water, so it needed to cool a bit.  I carried it to the table next to my Bible.  That is when I heard it.  The buzz.  It was so fast I didn’t even have time to react.  There was the buzz and then the splat.  The fly flew directly into my hot cup of coffee.  He made a pitiful attempt to get out that looked and sounded more like a taser victim’s seizure, then he just floated around and around in my cup, dead.  I do not know if it was the liquid or the heat or the caffeine that got him, but it was gross.  Now I think the sacrificial use of every available tool makes me a terrific fly assassin.


Just call me SUPER-FLY.