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on raised beds & butlers & why I don’t feel like a badass

May 19, 2010

A large part of why I picked the plot of land I picked to plunk down ‘roots’ was because of the fine, fine, river bottom soil.  I have some not-so-secret dreams of growing lots and lots of vegetables and even more flowers.  Currently I only have three peonies producing no blooms (not even buds, my friends!) and two tomato plants that I now have to just yank up from the ground and give them a proper burial in the compost heap.  Last evening I discovered that the excessive amounts of rainfall finally did my little guys in. There is a slight slope to my site and they have been swimming in puddles of rain water.  On the drive back to my boyfriend’s farmhouse I got real quiet and sulky. The reason: my sad tomato plants. I’ve gardened for many years, now. Mainly guerilla gardening in small little swathes here and there where I would squish in as much as the space could possibly handle. Why now, with this dreamy soil and oodles of (for me) space, can I not get even a simple heirloom tomato to stay put and throw out some roots? I tried to snuff out my tears as my boyfriend and I walked up to his door. Right beside the screened-in porch sits a striking tomato plant as fat and vibrant as a two year old toddler. Even though I planted him and have been giving him lots of love I was resentful that this healthy specimen was at the ‘country’ house and not the ‘city’ house. And that there was only one plant and not rows and rows of them. As I climbed the 100 + year stairway to the bathroom with my ‘overnight’ bag I got sulkier. My boyfriend and I say ‘country’ house and ‘city’ house in an effort to make living between our two respective houses seem exciting and fun. Not stressful and rushed.  I sulked because the idea of two houses seems romantic and decadent.  Very Gwenyth Paltrow and Madonna (who can afford two sets of hair products and makeup so as to make the overnight bag obsolete). The truth is, though, that there are two houses that need laundry folded, dishes washed, and floors swept. And a dog and a cat who are equal members of our family, but reside one each in the ‘country’ house and the ‘city’ house. And they both need and want lots of snuggles and playtime. So what did I do? I went to bed reading an article on raised garden beds and then dreamt about butlers in tuxedos.


this is what i’m talkin’ about

December 21, 2009


I’m ready for some snow. Seriously. And I’m ready to dust off the ol’ brain and do a project or two. I plan on fattening up my boyfriend over the break with some meals that take HOURS to make. I plan on snuggling my cat until she can’t stand me anymore. I plan on losing my mind in, like, THE NEXT TEN MINUTES!!, if I don’t get out of my merry little cubicle.  O, when will it be Wednesday, December 23rd at 3:00PM CST?

a little magic

November 9, 2009


Friends, I’m in! I didn’t get to move in on Halloween as I had anticipated (rain, driveway delays, by-the-books inspector!), but I did manage to spend my first night there on the full moon. A good omen, I hope! It’s truly been a whirlwind. I haven’t yet spent more than 3 consecutive hours there while awake and that has been a big ol’ drag. But if I’ve learned anything from this experience it’s patience.  I also got to celebrate my 35th birthday surrounded by my friends and family and a 4 ft. long party sub. I really know how to quickly class up a place, but listen, when you have a craving for the Kitchen Sink sub sandwich from a place in your hometown that you thought surely must have gone out of business by now and then your BFF and your boyfriend secretly arrange for it to travel a distance of some 80 + miles on a bed of ice. . . whoosh!!!!! It’s likely to take the wind out of you and make you smile so big that you get a weird aching sensation at the base of your head. And then to top it off your wee niece individually gift wraps large marshmallows and faux limes………well, I don’t think I really need to say more. EXCEPT, I do promise to get images of the house to you all soon. Once I plug in my computer and Internet service and find my camera.  I mean, last week I wore the same outfit three times! Also, I’m currently using butcher paper as my window treatment in my bathroom. Again, I sure do know how to class up a place.

I want to send out a special ‘Thank You BIG TIME’ to Melly, Erich, Annie & wee ones, and all my friends for my birthday celebration.

And another HUGE THANK YOU to the best homebuilder in the World: Matt Mozier of Hickory Ridge Construction!

a rendering. o, yes, a rendering

April 10, 2009

modern shotgun


I’ve been sitting on this rendering for a week. Afraid to show it to all of  you. What if you don’t like it? What if there is only silence? I suppose that you can nod, scratch your head, and cluck your tongues all you want. I won’t know. And you won’t know that I’m sitting here with a blanket over my head wondering if it’s okay that I told the plumber that I wanted to be able to control the temperature of my bathwater with only my big toe. That he needed to use THAT piece of information to figure out what kind of valve to put into the wall.

 I wonder if I’ll ever have grass that green? Or tulips that appear to be on steroids? I can’t stop myself from looking closely into the interior and squinting; where will I place my credenza (sideboard, buffet, whathaveyou) or the sofa that I don’t yet own? Will Miss Carlos still be springy and take a liking to the rooftop veranda? Will I find my friend’s alligator boots in the spare bedroom or somewhere else?

It’s Friday. Somebody say, “Amen.”  HAPPY EASTER!

when it’s hard to believe

February 16, 2009

carlos in window

Cats are clever.

caution rejected

Humans? Clever, perhaps, but not always mindful.

poured footing

Poured footing.  Friday, February 13, 2009 (a delightful Freaky Friday Find)


Forms. Standing at attention. Ready to be filled.  Monday, February 16, 2009


The sunset as I walk back into town. To the house that has served as a peaceful transition. Two years ago I left a little farmhouse in Stull, KS. Did I dream that I would  build a house of my own? No. That’s why I come out here (to the land itself and to the Internet) and document it. I still don’t believe it.

moving thru & sitting still

January 19, 2009


Look here! A form! A bunker for tornadic evenings. The eventual home of Miss Carlos’s litter box. Tomorrow they will pour the walls and on Friday they will pour the floor. Seeing tangible progress is what I’ve been wanting for so many months. Now, though, my heart is racing and I’m wondering when did I decide that I was going to settle down in Lawrence. What happened to Buenos Aires? Or returning to New York City? Am I moving through or sitting still?


On this, Martin Luther King, Jr’s birthday, I’m going to make afternoon coffee; build a fire; and sit here and think about tomorrow’s inauguration.

port of call

January 15, 2009

miss carlos

I would love to share a photo of Miss Carlos with you all, but this seems to be the only angle I see of her lately. I fear the poor dear is going to go tumbling down the heat vent! If so, I really hope that it turns into some kind of Narnia-like adventure for her and she’s all saving a magical land and revered for having a cock-eyed ear. And then she returns after what seems like months only to find that I still haven’t gotten to the store to get catfood and she still has to walk to the basement to do her business.

This evening, for dinner (for punishment?) I ate this:


I’m making an effort to eat what’s in the kitchen until most items are exhausted. You see, the economy is a little lackluster. So, this soup is made up of the juice of one lime, zest of half a lime, 1/2 t. salt, 1 cucumber peeled and half an avocado. Whirl it around in the blender until it is smooth. The flavor is fresh and zingy and would be perfect on a 90 degree day. Not necessarily what I’m craving when it’s ONE DEGREE OUTSIDE! In order to survive, I’ve switched to spanish peanuts and a glass of port. I figure Spain and Portugal are neighbors, so why not?

This weekend’s Honey Do (I’m the ‘honey’ in this):

Choose bathroom sinks & faucets

Choose cooktop range. Any suggestions? Ones that won’t break the bank?

Post Script: Recipe found here. Judge if you will. But remember: in 5 days we will have a new president. We should be hopeful and nice. Celebrities have to detox, too.