Woolverine
….in case you were curious.Birthday Monkey
Ellison got an amazing birthday gift in the mail this week, a present from Smarty Pants and Flippy. It looked like an awesome card with a fab sock monkey illustration on the outside.
But the inside revealed that there was far more to the story. It was a donation made to Operation Sock Monkey, an organization that give sock monkeys to a kid in need of a smile. And even better, over her birthday they were on location in South Africa at residence for folks with HIV/AIDS, teaching the caregivers to make sock monkeys to spread the love.
The card, with this loving message, was sent from South Africa.
So as holiday giving season rolls around, consider donating a sock monkey, or buying one from them, to help fill the world with smiles.
Wikkid Smaaht
It’s Smarty Pants’ birthday today. We’ve been trying to find the perfect hat pattern, and the perfect yarn, and I thought I had found the perfect solution: a skein of a limited edition colorway from Three Irish Girls, produced for an event this summer called Dye for Glory. I ordered it ages ago and it just arrived in the mail, and frankly, I’m not as excited as I thought I’d be. The photo below shows the dark, saturated shades I was expecting on the left, and the far lighter yarn on the right.
I’m not sure what to do – satisfaction is guaranteed, and while it’s lovely, it’s not what I was expecting. Smarty Pants, perhaps you will weigh in on this dilemma?
Lucky Star
Ellison and I went out late on Monday night to try to catch a shooting star during the Leonid meteor shower. Because we’re too old to stay up late, and too young to wake up for the pre-dawn hours, we thought we’d go around midnight. We made a couple of stops before we found a good place, located on the beach, far enough away from the city lights to have a chance of seeing something.
Ellison packed us tea, a bundle of blankets to cuddle up in, and a hot water bottle to keep us toasty, since we thought we might have to sit for a while as it was far before the peak viewing time. But we didn’t even need everything – once we got out to the beach to check it out, we saw the most amazing shooting star zipping across the sky. It burned long and bright and really felt like a gift from the universe.We stood out there a while longer, hoping to see more, and enjoying the crispness of the evening. An amazing wrap-around view of the bay and the Newport Bridge in the distance made it hard to pull ourselves away. But eventually I realized I was getting really tired, and we needed to hop in the car to make it home safely.
Sometimes, it’s good to have an experience that restores wonder in the world.
What *CAN’T* They Do?
I love goats. My imaginary homestead has a small flock of various sorts. I look forward to posts filled with goat photos on the Juniper Moon (nee Martha’s Vineyard) Fiber Farm blog. I mean, who can resist that face?
And now, Scientific American informs me that goats are highly effective at fire prevention. As they are voracious eaters, and fairly short, they eat out the underbrush, grasses, bushes, and small trees that keep forests burning.
Land’s End
Overnight in Provincetown to celebrate Ellison’s birthday.
Bargain Hunting
At the end of our street, a tattoo parlor recently opened up.
The signage is not exactly reassuring, but I always say you can’t tell until you look at the artist’s portfolio. Fortunately and conveniently, the portfolio is taped to the brick wall outside the door:
Not really a conventional approach, but without taking a closer look, it’s hard to tell about the quality of the work. So here we go (I had to dart through traffic for this one).
Yeah. Maybe if I was in prison or reform school, or a parallel universe. In this one, I’m sticking with my current artist. Convenience is only worth so much.
Turn It Over
Things I can’t quite get my head around, in no particular order, that don’t need more info in the blogosphere:
*The House health reform bill passed with the Stupak-Pitts Amendment, which makes huge strides in limiting reproductive options for low-income women. It makes me heartsick, and as Ann at Feministing put it, “It’s pretty fucking cramped underneath this bus, what with 50% of Americans down here.” As she often does, Shark-Fu takes on a sad issue with humor and activism.
*Horrific homophobe and Rhode Island Governor Don Carcieri vetoed a bill that would have provided unmarried domestic partners with funeral planning rights. Though I fully expected the veto, the message was an extra kick to the gut. He notes that granting simple dignity “represents a disturbing trend over the past few years of the incremental erosion of the principles surrounding traditional marriage”, and is compounded because the state has no mechanism to differentiate between committed and informal partnerships. While some of us would reply that this is a good reason to create a mechanism to codify and recognize committed partnerships, the Gov thinks the issue should go to the voters. Interesting, given that he vetoed fishing license legislation because “[Rhode Island] is a place where people have been free, up to now, to cast a line into Narragansett Bay without government intrusion.” I am heartened, however, by the results – and comments – of this ProJo poll.
*The Fort Hood shooting, and the aftermath, and Afghanistan, and Islamophobia.
Hot on the Trail
**UPDATE** I have the weirdest friends, several of whom wanted to make sure this video was included on the blog. Here ya go, freaks.
Since Veteran’s Day was a mid-week day off, and since Ellison and I are living a new healthy lifestyle, we decided to head out for a hike to Fort Wildlife Preserve, one of the Audubon Society of RI preserves. It also happens to be the home of a beaver that we’ve never seen, but which taunts us by leaving signs of its presence across the trail while we’re on the far end, such that we see them on the way back. (An aside – we were happy to see a friend of the blog in the sign-in log!)
This time I could tell we were hot on its tracks.
There were a whole bunch of recently felled trees, including some large ones. We learned on last week’s educational evening beave hike that beavers’ teeth never stop growing, so they chew on larger trees often without intending to fell them, but rather to gnaw down the end of their teeth.
A little farther on, a beaver lodge appears to have been recently maintained.
The lodge is a mud-covered mound of sticks, which the beavers build as a solid mass, then chew their way to hollow out the middle. The entrance is under water so they can jump right in, and they store foliage under water for winter dining. Beavers don’t clean house so every so often they have to move lodges. Sometimes they try to recycle a lodge that has lain dormant for a while, which appears to be the case in this one – it’s not a new build, but a reno with some fresh mud and new sticks.
Toward the end of the loop, we came across a large number of slim trees that were very freshly chewed.
Though we didn’t hear the beaver, it looked like it may have been mid-gnaw when we disturbed them. Beavers have a good sense of smell and often use it to avoid enemies – good thinking for creatures that are pretty waddley on land.
We didn’t ever come across the beaver directly, but we heard it slapping its tail (a warning sign) in the pond. Maybe next time…
Happy Birthday To Me
Today is Ellison’s birthday – finally, we’re the same age again. Here is a card she sent me on Tuesday:

Can you see what that is? It’s a birthday card she’s altered with a little message to herself. She doesn’t understand why I think it’s hysterical that basically sent herself a birthday card through me.
Happy day also to Peanut, who I believe is still enjoying her honeymoon in Maui.






Ellison couldn't bear to see him relegated to the blog archive, so we're displaying him over here "forevs".
Designed by