tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120201522024-02-28T03:28:18.315-08:00shorty and her angstNo Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.comBlogger335125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-36826990020379566162015-04-23T12:14:00.000-07:002015-04-23T12:14:14.496-07:00The Spring Bats ArriveIt's mid April and no bats have emerged in the Bricker. For the most part, I think the bat-proofing that guy did a couple Septembers ago is paying off. He told us to watch out for leaving windows and doors open because the bats will want to return and finding their usual cracks and openings sealed up, they will try to swoop into my home, which they think is their home.
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On Sunday April 12, it was a warm and pleasant day. That evening I was coming in the front door with my arms full and when I put the stuff down all of a sudden two bats, kind of large bats (don't they always seem large?) were flying around the downstairs. A little buzzed and confused, I tried to crawl under a blanket. David took charge, putting Ada in her crate and opening the back door. I opened one of the front windows and sat on a chair with a blanket over my head watching the window so I would know when and if a bat exited. It didn't take long, maybe 5-7 minutes, for the bats to find the back door and go out of it. We are going with the assumption that they followed me in the house.
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Last Monday it was a nice day and I sat on the back porch around sunset, looking up into the sky, watching for bats. I didn't see any. A mosquito tried to bite me.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-76128295625261580872015-04-23T12:07:00.001-07:002015-04-23T12:07:24.563-07:00OH, that Winter Bat!So the Winter Bat did come back when I wasn't at home. I took a trip for a week in early March and while I was away I got a text from David: "Bat is now outside Ada had it cornered by back door." I felt bad. I hoped that the bat would live, even though it was continuing to be a snowy cold winter. Like I've mentioned before, I did put up a bat house on the sunny chimney. Perhaps s/he can hibernate there?
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When I came back home, I saw the bat flying around outside, still March, still cold. I was heartened to see it but hastened to shut the door before he came back in. No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-55185722611097810382015-02-19T16:46:00.003-08:002015-04-23T11:58:37.595-07:00My friend the Attic BatWhen did I see the Winter Bat in the Attic? Before xmas, right? Well, I think the same bat has gotten out of the attic and downstairs. On Tuesday night I was in the bathroom and I heard a noise, a flutter, a squeak, behind the wall somewhere. There was nothing in the bathroom to cause such a noise and it was on the other side of the room from the steam piped radiator. I stood still and listened and thought it sounded like an animal's rustle. I heard nothing after that. Wednesday I got up late and gave myself a clay masque facial and took a shower afterwards. I then got dressed and blew out my hair with the hairdryer. I put on a bra because I was leaving the house, and not just to walk the dog or shop anonymously as an old retiree, but to go to lunch at Hope and Olive. Maggie had sent me a text to give me a Good Clam Chowder Alert. I had sent her a postcard a few weeks ago begging for the good clam chowder and then last week a wee bird (Sarah Nelson Riley) told me that the clams had been ordered! So today was the day.
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Ada and I descended to the first floor to find the large bat circling. I recalled that the Attic Bat was rather large also. Ada and I went over to the dining room, she silently, me saying, "oh boy oh boy, go away bat" or something. We crouched by her crate and I put her in. Unlike Pickles, who's incessant barking at the bats drove my blood pressure flying, she was remarkably silent, which blew my mind. This beagle has been known to be loud. I watched the bat and considered opening a window or the back door but was afraid to move. The bat was very large and circling low. Before I was able to screw up my courage, it landed behind a something or other on the shelf above the sink. I grabbed my bag and jacket and left for Good Clam Chowder.
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I returned about 2 hours later, having done errands. Ada didn't give me any news about whether she saw the bat come out of hiding or not. I put her on her lead in the back yard and opened the back door. I did some chopping of ice on the back steps and general snow moving while waiting and hoping for the bat to appear. If it did, I didn't see it. I got my courage up and stood on a stool next to the sink. I pushed at the assorted flower vases and boxes stored up there and did not see anything unusual ( like a large brown bat! ) David came home and while I walked the dog around the block he left the door open for another 10 minutes and then closed it. It hasn't been seen since. We imagined something in the snow that the dog was intrigued with was the Attic Bat but it wasn't, it was a twig. At the thought of finding the bat dead in the snow (and, think about it, if we did find the bat and could do something with it what would we do? Kill it? Throw it outside where it would surely freeze to death, and in effect, kill it? No, I don't want that to happen. What if it found it's way to the bat house I have installed outside. That place is still very cold. The bat would freeze to death if it camped outside in there.) I was sad and did not wish death on my friend the bat. I hope it is still in the walls somewhere and will just stay there until May (when I leave for the summer and David can deal with it! ha ha ) when it can come out and fly outside without certain wintry death.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-6110943692101053982014-12-22T17:59:00.000-08:002014-12-22T17:59:03.204-08:00Winter Bat in the Attic (scream!)My bedroom is on the third floor of the Bricker, which is actually the attic. Before I bought this house, the previous owners had redone the attic to be the beautiful room which I use as my bedroom, a second bedroom which is full of junk I need to throw out, a central room which is sort of hallway/alcove/office and then a unfinished room which runs the length of the house on the north side. It is this room which I call "the attic" because its undone walls, major slant to the ceilings and unheated attributes brings to mind, to me, an attic.
I've been thinking about cleaning everything out of this attic every week, maybe every couple days, this where I keep xmas deco, old papers, boxes of Patrick's stuff I haven't been up to sorting yet, and empty boxes, old computer and suchlike packaging, maybe a few posters, collages, unused rolls of insulation, and an ironing board. I went in there tonight to fetch wrapping paper to do a xmas thing but I didn't make it in. I turned on the light, opened the door and immediately saw the tell-tale moving shadow of a bat flying in front of the lightbulb. Then, I saw the bat come at me and the open door. Happily, the lovely creature did not veer right but continued flying in the attic. I screamed with surprise and repulsion and closed the door as quickly as I could. I looked around for a thingamajig to put in front of the bottom door jamb, which was actually quite sizeable, maybe 3 inches of wide open space between the door and the floor.
"What was that?" David asked and I didn't hear Ada run up stairs to see. "Bat!" I found a beach towel and used a few pieces of lumber to stanchion the fabric into a barrier. I decided I wouldn't be using my 4 year old xmas wrapping paper.
We didn't have a bat all last Summer. I had hired a guy to get up on a ladder and secure the entire house's cracks and openings all along the roof and brick tops/edges. He finished securing the house in Autumn 2013 and there wasn't a bat until today, unless there was one unseen, which is possible since David had a busy Summer and I wasn't here from July-November. It has been many years since there wasn't any bats around the Summer Bricker.
But there is a Winter Bat today! I like it if it stays in the attic (when I'm not in there). I'd like to go in there and take photos of my buddy.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-5336720734500648352014-03-10T09:08:00.001-07:002014-03-10T09:08:11.968-07:00now the wind blows cold around a doorRemember when I had a blog? I haven't had any bat experiences lately and who knows what is in store for the Spring/Summer, with the Bricker all closed up around the bats' access points. I was told by the animal security guy that the bats will be crazy to get into their old home and to not leave the doors/windows open because they will be sure to fly in. That caused me to decide I really should install a bat house or dwelling for them to access this Summer instead of my house.
Meanwhile, I have a 15 minute solo set coming up this week and I really want to sound great. I'm nervous my hands will get all palsied once I am in front of people. No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-74608489836423714822013-10-23T12:43:00.000-07:002013-10-23T12:43:07.025-07:00Day Off Sick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa7uAyDRBozYYuxzUDUDHQoNeF9OsgUktQKyZ9X39uoyl013I_aJuowOyReP2fy7D-4eJc72JnQfh6j-1ef_muB0DNWxEg7CISmOhGYfCyNirR6ptZfkOLoa4Zb6G0QIpM509/s1600/IMG_7656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa7uAyDRBozYYuxzUDUDHQoNeF9OsgUktQKyZ9X39uoyl013I_aJuowOyReP2fy7D-4eJc72JnQfh6j-1ef_muB0DNWxEg7CISmOhGYfCyNirR6ptZfkOLoa4Zb6G0QIpM509/s400/IMG_7656.JPG" /></a></div>
Lots goes on. I am cleaning my closet and found this dress. It no longer fits my body as I have changed since my college days, which is when I bought this in Syracuse at some second hand shop I was visiting with Roma. I would like to figure out how to change it so it does fit and perhaps a more interesting hemline. What a project that would be. No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-34745143574896790762013-08-20T04:59:00.000-07:002013-08-20T04:59:04.082-07:00The Bat Who Waited For DavidI did some bat research and found that they will fly UNDER a door, through that narrow doorjamb slot under a door, if that was a way they thought would lead them to cool night air and their ultimate destination, Bug Supper. There is a storage space near by bedroom which is connected to the attic crawl space by more porous means than my bedroom and improved hallway. I took some blankets and sheets and an old full length mirror and blocked the doorjamb slot so that the bats wouldn't be able to fly from the storage space to my bedroom area. It worked well. Until last night.
Around dawn, or first light rather, Pickles wanted out of my bedroom. He's been doing this daily so I let him out. After he left the bedroom, I realized my mistake and his hunting cries filled the space. I closed the door and listened for him to chase the bat downstairs, where I could open some windows and bring the dog back inside the room until morning. His cries lessened after 5 or some minutes but I could still hear him rushing around making hunting breaths. He galloped up and down the stairs looking. Having to leave the bedroom, I creeped out and saw the bat on the wall, high up, in resting position.
I closed my bedroom door and the hallway door, leaving the bat alone in that area and crashed in the lounge for a couple hours. Pickles gave up his hunt and joined me until David woke up and agreed to find and release the bat after a cup of coffee and a wake up interval. When he went upstairs he found the bat had migrated to the window screen in the hall and was able to push the complaining mammal out the screen and into the wide open. The bat was sleepy and grumpy and just hung around for a little while.
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This is the guy hanging onto the Bricker this morning.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-57469491373154027472013-08-06T23:17:00.000-07:002013-08-06T23:18:21.361-07:00Bedroom Bat 2Weird, this evening I was thinking, "maybe no more bats" and then Pickles woke me up barking and in the dark I could see a bat flying around my room. My door was open and he eventually chased it away, downstairs. It took a long time, like 20 minutes while I hovered under my blanket and waited for that to happen. When it did I put on my hoody and turned on lights as I went downstairs, closing my bedroom door and then my hallway stairs door and heard him barking away. I used the bathroom and then closed that door, opening the big 2nd floor hallway window and then I crept downstairs and heard him stop barking but still rustle around looking. I opened a window in the living room and lured Pickles upstairs with ginger cookies, closing the bedroom door behind us.
Bat is hiding. Dog is dissatisfied. I want to sleep.
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I hope bat flies away. Seemed smaller-definitely a new visitor.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-50847181068051827592013-08-02T07:56:00.001-07:002013-08-02T07:56:39.204-07:00Bat Returns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJkaiHUAWAqPiQRSmdZ0cj9LSJ0OqDqsMA3-50cYK93qUv7y2ysiEvbjqqY4zbHyxHApzN5G7lRnSlqY3dxrskGZS36BnPVsCkoAIG0fqe_ewJ2Gmltkdo3Fm92NngHtUuoBT/s1600/Pickles.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJkaiHUAWAqPiQRSmdZ0cj9LSJ0OqDqsMA3-50cYK93qUv7y2ysiEvbjqqY4zbHyxHApzN5G7lRnSlqY3dxrskGZS36BnPVsCkoAIG0fqe_ewJ2Gmltkdo3Fm92NngHtUuoBT/s320/Pickles.JPG" /></a></div>
Tuesday Night I was lying in bed and heard rustling downstairs on the second floor. Pickles was asleep on the couch within sight and I knew that Ada was tucked away with David so there was no explanation for that noise. I thought maybe a mouse, and then dismissed it. Pickles wasn't bothered at all. He continued loafing adorably, which is odd because he usually hears unfamiliar noises better than I do. Time came for me to descend the stairs and brush my teeth and as I approached the hallway, I saw a bat fly by in the hall. The fear was immediate and I closed my door and crawled into bed.
Soon enough, I realized that wouldn't do and so came back out of bed, put on jeans and a hoodie, which I pulled down over my head securely. I again descended the stairs after closing Pickles in the bedroom. He still had no idea something was up.
I didn't see the bat this time and after using the bathroom quickly, I opened the window in there and the big window in the hallway. Then I went upstairs to bed, closing doors behind me. I haven't seen the bat since.
No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-81725974762558725972013-07-29T05:16:00.000-07:002013-07-29T05:16:04.134-07:00Mystery Bat Escapes?Last night I was in bed sleeping when I was awoken by Pickles leaving my bedroom in a rush. Soon he was on the first floor barking. With dread I followed him downstairs but paused on the second floor and hid out in the bathroom, peering through the door opened a crack until I saw the bat fly onto the stairway landing, followed by Pickles (almost flying), and then they dashed away again. A few minutes passed while I devised a plan. I could go downstairs, open a few windows, grab him and sequester upstairs hoping that the bat would find its way out the window.
The thing was, I was afraid to go down there. I didn't have a hat and what if the bat attacked me? I couldn't muster up the courage. So I woke up my husband and dragged him downstairs. I don't like to do that but he missed the last half dozen times there was bat excitement and I thought he could play the husband role for me this time. We went downstairs and as we did, we heard Pickles drinking water which meant he must have killed the bat because otherwise he wouldn't stop for a break. He stopped drinking though, and started hunting around which meant the bat had gone underground and was no longer apparent. Perhaps it had gone behind a piece of art, or into drapery, behind the tv or couch. There was no carcass and Pickles was still on high alert.
We opened the windows and I dragged Pickles away and closed my doors. He didn't seem to sleep as soundly as he would have if he had dispatched that poor flying mammal. I did though. I slept well. This morning he was very eager to go downstairs and continue the search. As of this writing no bat has been found. I hope it found its way outside.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-13859758628581147272013-07-24T21:10:00.000-07:002013-07-24T21:10:09.457-07:00Bat Killing at the BrickerIt's been a while, I think because I had some finishing work done on the Bricker and all of the trim is covering up the holes in the walls and doorways which used to be exposed, but we had a bat in the house tonight.
I was up reading a book in the quiet of my bedroom when something flew by and I saw it was a bat. A large one. I screeched and squealed and Pickles, who had been asleep on the couch nearby, was immediately up and alert and barked continually but not in his largest voice (thankfully). I scrounged off the bed and wriggled into the hallway, afraid of being hit in the head or bare skin by the bat in a goofy little scaredy cat way. The bat seemed to have a large wing span and flew close to my head. I didn't like it. While I was in the hallway I tried to think of a save the bat plan but before anything came to mind (open window and remove myself and dog from room?) Pickles fell silent and nothing was flying any longer.
The carcass was very large. I am sad he wasn't able to be saved from Pickles' nature and my unsteady inaction. Maybe next time.
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Tired after the Hunt.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-14967526783158635202012-11-02T20:52:00.001-07:002012-11-02T20:52:13.183-07:00Mouse-Killing DogYay, Pickles killed a mouse in the kitchen.He didn't really have to chase it or anything, just trap it in the corner by the recycling bin, but he killed it and ate its eyeball. I felt like I was going to successfully get him to put it the bag I was holding out but he didn't have the ambition. I hope he kills enough of the rascals to scare them out of the house.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-82407698569189131952012-09-16T21:37:00.002-07:002012-09-16T21:37:51.847-07:00Peretz was on vacation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love looking at him smile.
Back at the Bricker now. Cleaned out the stinky fridge, washed down and re-installed shelving and bottled condiments. Should go to bed. Train went by and tooted, which is unusual.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-52433476212719595532012-08-18T11:52:00.002-07:002012-08-18T11:52:35.750-07:00Dead Bat Found, No Explanation from DogGood ol' Saturday. One can clean, catch up on a couple chores, maybe start a project. In between laundry and dishes, I spied a small black pile of something on the first floor landing, under a plant. Upon closer inspection I see that it is a bat carcass. Husbear and I were out of the house for a long while on Thursday night, it may have happened then. If I was home while Pickles did his catch and kill number, I would know it.
These remains could quite well have been there since Thursday night. Yesterday I slept late and rushed out the house for work, then came home and watched tv, certainly not looking in corners.
Today I looked in corners. No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-19099945747195270242012-08-15T22:09:00.002-07:002012-08-16T10:07:47.234-07:00Hot off the Press, Bat fools Pickles<br />Today around midnight I was sitting on the couch with Pickles, who was sleeping, and Peretz, who was sleeping on the floor, when I saw the familiar winged movement of a bat nearby. I tried to grab Pickles who didn't notice at first (because he was asleep) and saw that Peretz was tracking the movement of the bat as it flew around the room. That's interesting because he's sort of blind.<br /><br />Pickles woke up and started mucking about wildly and I got up and opened my good luck good bye bat window and turned off the lights in the living room, turning on lights in other rooms (in an effort to keep bat in darkened room with open window). I went into the kitchen where Peretz was already hanging out, waiting to go out and pee. I put him on his line but didn't open the door (wild Pickles was still loose). Then I went to the living room where Pickles was standing on a chair next to the open window looking like he could jump out the window and get free which freaked me out (this dog is no fun to go chase around the neighborhood). I saw that he was looking out the window and next to the bookcase by the window. I saw that I also didn't notice winged creature anywhere about, moving. S/he could be behind the bookcase, hiding from crazy dog. I dragged Pickles to the kitchen and put him on his line, letting both dogs out.<br /><br />I wandered around the downstairs looking around, turning on lights and nothing, no bat movement. It had only been ten minutes, not even, could the bat have really wised up that quick and got out? That would be nice. Pickles was over by the window looking for bat. I made a few more laps and then let the dogs in. I closed up the window and looked again behind the bookcase. Pickles made his rounds as well and camped out in the corner, where the bat was last seen (by him). We hung around the downstairs for another 30 minutes. No bat.<br />Did the bat really get out and away from Pickles, the bat killing high jumper? I'm going to bed now with that belief firm in my sleepy time reality. I like the bats' learning curve<br /><br />
I spoke too soon. After finishing that last entry, Pickles left the
comfort of my bedroom and raced down the stairs. I heard noise and then
the barking started up. I dressed and came downstairs, closing all the
doors I could as I descended. Sure enough, there was the flying around,
dog-tailed mess. I repeated my action, turning on lights, opening window
and the bat came in the bright kitchen and went into the dark pantry,
then flew back out and went out into the living room. It's again quiet. I
did not see the thing get out. Can I trust it did and go back to bed?
Is it again behind my furniture, ready to come back out and raise
another ruckus? Perhaps I'll bring Pickles up to my room and close him
in. I'm not going to leave that window open all night, though.<br />
No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-38433573466831446762012-08-09T00:24:00.002-07:002012-08-09T08:17:54.348-07:00Bat o RamaToday I called the bat guy and he said that bats are found in houses this time of year (mid summer) because the juveniles venture out of their lairs for the first time and don't know the way out and instead, come in.<br />
He's been getting 4-5 calls a day to help with household bat problems. It would cost $250 to have him come in and give an assessment.
He won't make the bats go away for $250. He just visits the bat home and gives a bat lowdown.
"Well, I've put up with them for 10 years, I can put up with them for a while longer. I'll call you when you're less busy. See you in September." was my response.<br />
Cut to 2:30 this morning, I am awoken by the undeniable Pickles barking frenzy which means only one thing. No, he doesn't want to watch Sabrina again, he wants to catch the juvenile bat which is flying around the first floor.
I hear David close his door with a firm non-interventionist policy and after 10 minutes of sporadic and annoying barking I get up, put clothes on and a hat, and go downstairs.<br />
Staying low to the floor, I run over to the window which worked for me recently and open it wide, then I grab the dog and put him on his lead, which comes inside from the back porch, just to keep him out of the way. He runs to the end of it from the kitchen and dining room, barking and being annoying. The bat circles the downstairs and once ventured up to the second floor. I crawl onto the sofa and watch the open window.<br />
The bat circles and circles again, going nearer and nearer to the open window. The dog, on the opposite side of the house, does not see the bat when it is circling by the window. He eventually winds down, thankfully. I find that it is his frenzy which makes the bat visit so unpleasant and stressful. If I can just get him out of the situation, I am more apt to save the bat's life.<br />
It takes a good 30-40 minutes and positive thinking from me but the bat does finally circle its arc tight enough and then, poof! disappears outside.
Window gets closed, Pickles gets released and searches the house in vain, I take cold shower and now, to bed.<br />
<a name='more'></a>No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-72683609053921907792012-08-06T02:02:00.000-07:002012-08-06T02:04:54.331-07:00Smart Bat?Today is bat weather and earlier tonight as I watched the last episodes of Downton Abbey's season 2 with the dogs, I saw a piece of plaster fall from the living room ceiling, from where I think they keep appearing (there have been 2 or 3 bats in July), and I thought, "I bet I'll see a bat tonight." I fervently hoped I was wrong.<br />
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David came back from Worcester and he and Chris, our houseguest, went to bed. I woke up around 4 feeling high blood sugar so I went downstairs to test it and take some meds. As my foot hit the ground on the first floor I heard that plaster sound and a whirring and I knew that my prediction had come true, before even seeing the creature flying around the kitchen. "Shit." I muttered and noticed that both dogs were off somewhere, prob in David's room, so I did something I've been wanting to try all summer. I went over to one of the windows in the living room and opened the top half, removing the screen so there was a wide space leading to the front yard (outdoors). I choose this window because it was at the end of a straight shot of space, meaning the bat could fly through the dining room into the living room and with any luck, keep flying in the same trajectory out this window. Also, it was the easiest to clear of any impediments. I went back to bed.<br />
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Of course I couldn't sleep. For a half hour or more I lay there, worried about the open window, worried about the chaos the bat made in my house whenever they come to visit and Pickles sees them and chases them around barking. I hoped that the bat would escape and eat a giant load of mosquitoes to make up for all of the ones I was letting in my house. After that long sleepless time, I started to imagine one of those pesky squirrels who live in the neighbors front porch finding its way into the screenless window and then what a chaos that would make. It worried me.<br />
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I got up out of bed and hoped I would be able to muster the courage to go downstairs and check the premises. I couldn't imagine doing it but I put on my robe and a hat that I had at hand and went downstairs. In the bathroom I grabbed a large coffee table book to fend off anything flying at my head. I peeked down the stairs for flying movement. Nothing. Hoping for the best, I continued downstairs and found nothing flying around, nothing hanging on walls, no squirrels either.<br />
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I took care of my business from way back prebat times, all the while looking around for movement. Nothing. I closed the screen and went upstairs, feeling hopeful but skittish. Perhaps now I can go back to resting, now that I saved a bat's life.
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I can't get enough of these bunnies.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-86257068070012395042012-02-22T08:26:00.000-08:002012-02-22T08:26:45.276-08:00Coffee Troubles and old newsI need to catch up with ya'll.<br />
Kid's on tour, boiler is on the fritz.<br />
Last night I had a dream in which I lived in a house where all the coffee cups were kept out of my reach and the coffee was a horrible hot water/oil combo. The coffee wasn't a smooth liquid drink, the hot water had a oily clump of something floating in it (like oil), which was supposed to be the coffee part but it wouldn't mix in to make a brewed-together mixture. All I could taste was hot water.<br />
I didn't like it.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-13871771431432318522011-10-15T10:21:00.000-07:002011-10-15T21:11:48.363-07:00He's a nice boy, rent him the apartmentLast Saturday I went to Kingston, NY to take part or observe shows at the O positive festival. The Kid lives there now and interns at a recording studio and lives with a guy who is heavily involved in the O positive festival. Sal played with a group that was covering a song written by Pauline Oliveros for Sonic Youth as well as a couple other improv tunes she was arranging for the festival. <br />
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That started at 2 and I left Gfield at 11 in order to get there on time. I found that taking 91 to the Pike to the Thruway was the easy way to get there in just over 2 hours on the lovely sunny Saturday. I even stopped at the thruway stop just north of Kingston to use the restroom and buy the best honey crisp apples I ever had. They were picked very recently and washed by the lady from the farm who was selling them so I bought my $6 bunch of 7 and happily ate one on the way into town. Seriously the best apple of my life because things were just a little magic that day.<br />
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I bought my O positive wristband at Dominicks on the corner and found the Kid easily and after starting the conversation which was going to last all day with us, started to observe Pauline Oliveros in action, giving direction to the crowd around her who was ready to perform her piece. "If you find yourself in unison with someone else, change your sound" and things like that were her clues to the group and they dispersed, rocks in hand. I walked a little bit away and bought an ice tea at the farmers market which was happening on Wall Street and began to hear voices calling out names of people. It was the group performance. I followed Pauline as she walked slowly toward BSP calling out, "David! David!" which amused me greatly. They all clanked their rocks together and I guess the general public was somewhat alarmed and annoyed by the noise which also amused me greatly.<br />
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In the BSP people applauded and there were announcements in the darkened room and the mood changed from the sunny streets of Kingston as a 6 piece band began to jam, lead by a female vocalist and I was able to enjoy the music and relax. There was another drummer besides the Kid playing and they sounded together with it and I couldn't help but think of when EggEggs has two drummers. Ted and Jack really get a nice beat going with each other and everyone benefits. The two drummers behind the music in this song were good and I was proud of the Kid and glad to hear him do this sort of improv drumming, which is what I hear all the time with EggEggs and I couldn't help but wish he would play with them sometime. Maybe at their Hudson, NY gig in Nov. He said that they screwed up a bunch of times but it wasn't screwing up because it was improv. I just said it sounded nice. Matt, the guy he lives with, played guitar and there was another guitarist and a bass and the woman singing. <br />
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Afterwards, he drove my car to New Paltz after swinging by the apartment where he lives. Poor Kid is on a pull out futon couchy thing albeit in a nice little basement spot. It was obv that although Matt and his girlfriend were very nice to put up with him, it was time for him to get his own place. Today (the Saturday I wrote this blog), he told me that he found a place above the record store but he wasn't able to get it as the landlord told him he wanted to rent to someone who "has a job". I told him to tell the landlord to call me, I have a job.<br />
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Last Saturday we went to the town where I lived from 1984-1988 so I could to get Italian deli treats. This never happened but the time he and I spent walking around the campus was special and restorative for me in the way only QT with Kid can be. I am driven to write this blog so I can remember that time. I showed him the tripping fields of the college (named by Grace Slick back in the day) and the lame dorm room buildings, the building where I visited my German professor and such like and so on. I may have told him too many stories about my college years as they were mostly full of debachery. I didn't have many stories to tell about the amazing astronomy class, great brunches or woman studies discussions. I guess I could have told him the story about how I restarted the literary magazine and printed "Gnu Pulse" but that seems like a boring story.<br />
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We walked around town for a bit after he expressed amazement at the proximity to the campus. He also did a little comparison of the campus vs. the SUNY Purchase campus. I could hear his thought process as he considered attending SUNY New Paltz. I enjoyed the discussion and was okay with him opting out of a future there. We bought music and I showed him where I had lived in town (Broadhead, Main Street and Main Street) and told a story about my nutty roommate who spray painted on the brick outside our apartment window and tried to deny it. We also discussed living out of parents' homes and how it felt.<br />
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We drove back to Kingston and parked, getting some coffee, again at
Dominicks, where the proprietor recognized us both from previous (and
separate) visits. After I took my first sip of the double espresso he
brewed for me he asked, "How is it?" and was actually watching me drink
it, genuinely interested in, (maybe how impressed I was), if I liked the
taste. The taste of the espresso was worth noting and I'm glad he made me slow down and
acknowledge and enjoy the flavor. I may not have noticed its silky
buttery taste had he not inquired. It was damn fine espresso, he
obviously did not let the residual last water flow go into my cup. <br />
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The Kid and I leisurely sauntered down Wall Street, toward the old Dutch Church where we lingered outside before the show, enduring the mosquitos and examining the artwork Matthew's girlfriend had designed which he helped her install: A webbing of red yarn/string amongst tall trees in the cemetary which laid right outside the church. The red string was strung in straight lines between the trees and around the trees in a figure eight. It was very cool and I took a few pics of the Kid with the string installation behind him. There is one included here. The Kid's face is blurry but the string is visible as is the setting sun.<br />
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Soon we gave up on the mosquito-y outdoors and sat in uncomfortable pews to hear the Lonesome Sisters, who were pleasant with their sad country song harmonies and guitar/banjo switcherup and funny brief patter between songs. Then Ida played with a third person, a woman who played violin and harmonized with the vocals. I would have liked an hour more of their music with a chaise lounge option. After them was Ruthy and Mike, who I had forgotten I enjoyed so much. Ruthy is a powerful singer and wow, her fiddle playing can be so subtle and strong and full of surprise grace notes. I was very startled but quickly realized that was why I loved the Mammals like I did back then. The last band was a very dynamic mess of a group from Brooklyn with about five or six white people playing old timey but cool young hip bluegrass type music which was cool. I'd like to hear them again so I guess that says it all. We both enjoyed the show very much and I was also happy to know he liked that old time bluegrass/etc music that I like. I didn't know that he did. I said to him, "I didn't know you liked that stuff. I really like that." He answered, "I like it when its the right time and place for it and this was the right time and place." Which is a kind of non-answer and I'm intrigued by the Kid's response. Does he like it? Did it just not really bother him at the church? Is he sometimes in the mood for it and tonight worked for him? Does he not really like it but it hadn't bothered him at this show or these folks were good enough to dig? Was it because Ida is so amazing? I'm on the edge of my seat from his ambivalent and diplomatic assessment.<br />
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I got back to Gfield by midnight.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-33264227495341332392011-08-27T09:48:00.000-07:002011-08-27T11:06:18.541-07:00hurricane ireneI've been waiting for Husbear to post a blog but he hasn't in a week so I guess I will do.
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<br />There is a hurricane on its way. We are not on the coast but there will be a big wind/rain situation around the gfield area. People are nuts about the storm and we did do a little shopping for it and some preparations:
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<br />I brought in the this, brought in the thats, worried the wind and water will ruin my lovely flower garden. I hope its just a lot of rain and plants will stay put.
<br />I should probably pick all the tomatoes off the vines.
<br />It's really humid. We just walked the dogs and we were all sweating and panting by the end.
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<br />I would like to start on my next zine but not sure I can settle down.
<br />I keep remembering hurricane bob when I was living in a small house in the middle of edgartown, ma. It was a rental with a tiny yard which we never used so we didn't need to really batten down anything. We just eventually feel asleep and woke up to a load of debris strewn about the town/island.
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<br />more news laterNo Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-63996979456910966382011-07-03T12:20:00.001-07:002011-07-03T12:29:35.477-07:00dog gets stalkedI've lived in the bricker since 2002 and walked Pickles up Wells street since June, 2003. Pretty much ever since then I've seen this dog hanging around the corner of Wells and Allen Street. I don't know his/her name but I call her Snowball.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsSKiqQLgl9ZmVnO9GMKRLZmvbaSs_6pzn3BAzi5B16fNKwiNzRymH457-X2QWQZKoiICL0AOOnN8UcqvYB4vA_uhWblwbRf2nQEjPry750ByP-zdUuNqk4xPvlnJTSRnlVQK/s1600/stalker3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsSKiqQLgl9ZmVnO9GMKRLZmvbaSs_6pzn3BAzi5B16fNKwiNzRymH457-X2QWQZKoiICL0AOOnN8UcqvYB4vA_uhWblwbRf2nQEjPry750ByP-zdUuNqk4xPvlnJTSRnlVQK/s400/stalker3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625208660929956802" /></a><br /><br />Today, when I was walking him, there she was, on the other side of the street, following us, not only on her side of the street but at a distance down the block.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1JeDnIAsoOzWfgkjsEKcyl4sTTu46xVAlP2vWZjouL0IRojEPnTFviAkgutOy6WETJqhIUA3O6J_fnkcAveMXPZUOa3-elXKlE0wCGyarZ9hgj1Vgbp59LEZks4kjWK7wvRk/s1600/stalker4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1JeDnIAsoOzWfgkjsEKcyl4sTTu46xVAlP2vWZjouL0IRojEPnTFviAkgutOy6WETJqhIUA3O6J_fnkcAveMXPZUOa3-elXKlE0wCGyarZ9hgj1Vgbp59LEZks4kjWK7wvRk/s400/stalker4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625209349426772034" /></a><br /><br />I'm pretty sure its the same dog, but we didn't get close. Pickles was half interested in her but only because I kept pausing to take her photo. I was bemused by her checking us out, as ever. This is not the first time she's watched us. It's kind of cute, probably because there is no chance for them to mix it up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFehejY9LfBGd3SrKyN7JZH1-Kd3dinKm-V7qhEwQSxSA6btng6o0_izFgv-RvTrNDCxAqOTW4Z26b6jzlKl6SLZQujtNRJzBSuNZgjvQZVbGmNvrkYYctub2hlnbLZ-AWffhw/s1600/stalker1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFehejY9LfBGd3SrKyN7JZH1-Kd3dinKm-V7qhEwQSxSA6btng6o0_izFgv-RvTrNDCxAqOTW4Z26b6jzlKl6SLZQujtNRJzBSuNZgjvQZVbGmNvrkYYctub2hlnbLZ-AWffhw/s400/stalker1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625209592662975714" /></a>No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-72256400627245190892011-04-24T09:15:00.000-07:002011-04-24T09:25:57.705-07:00first time for (almost) everythingYesterday, I really needed to clean the bathroom at the Bricker. It looks great, except now there are little ants invading but we'll deal with them later. While cleaning the bathroom, other areas nearby suddenly became adjacently cleaned and I found these.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcKCmlJAjNO64KXsxapMKdvty3tzLIs88iv0RIJhYANLQEE4HsqDoatcPpPs-849oT2dvCvgU4BPnKa74msqarEm6hv8CN5iX_fmUyuklEpReAJv5ncOar3ycj0Fv9jHqiNMR/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcKCmlJAjNO64KXsxapMKdvty3tzLIs88iv0RIJhYANLQEE4HsqDoatcPpPs-849oT2dvCvgU4BPnKa74msqarEm6hv8CN5iX_fmUyuklEpReAJv5ncOar3ycj0Fv9jHqiNMR/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599185079319948242" /></a><br /><br />I've had these for years, I'm not even sure where I did get them-- could have it been Hampshire College? I have many odds and ends from doing the end of the semester clean up back when I worked at the school store. Anywho, I've held onto them and just for a giggle, and because I've always intended to, I decided to put them on ebay to see if I can get a dollar or two.<br /><br />I've purchased from ebay but I've never sold. First, I looked up to see if there were any for sale already, there wasn't. Then I searched for them on google and found an old listing of someone selling them on ebay on March 30 and they got 35 pounds. That seemed like a good deal. So I listed them.<br /><a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=330556816307&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT"></a><br />I've gotten 10 views and one question: "How much would it cost to ship these to argentina?" answer $20, but no offers. Is that the way it goes, will I get all the offers at the end of the 7 days? Will I get my 35 pounds sterling? Should I have waited until Paul does something like play at the royal wedding or get married or divorced again before listing these? I would like to get that money and relieve my house of just one thing it doesn't need. Stay tuned.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-76942054923155765452011-04-18T18:30:00.000-07:002011-04-18T18:36:41.721-07:00holidayUsually the town of g'field picks up my trash on monday morning but today was a holiday so it was put off until tomorrow. This morning I was driving away from my house around 8:20 and the neighbor's recycling was out and a bag of newspapers had gotten loose in the wind and was blowing across the street where there was a loose pitbull mix (he looked like a cross with a roddy and was a tawny brown) running about within the paper whirlwind. It was a curious sight. <br /><br />Later, while walking my dog I noticed that the papers were all gathered up and ready for tuesday pick up. it was then I remembered the scene I had witnessed this morning.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12020152.post-18797174956408574422011-02-20T09:01:00.000-08:002011-02-20T09:50:37.768-08:00no longer a honeymoon..David and I have joined his parents and his brother+brother's gf in a small compound inland from kailua bay. Kitchen counterspace is miniscule and the sink is a single. There are only three "glasses" and none very interesting or cocktail-worthy although 2 match and can be tolerated. There is no shotglass nor can i find the black garbage can outside, as is advertised. <br /><br />However, my bed is comfortable and there are 2 bathrooms. Close by is Kailua Bay which was the best swimming I've had since September at Cape Cod and that vacation had turned out rather dreary at times, for swimming purposes. So yesterday, when David, his parents and I arrived at Kailua Beach Park, after finding no parking at the closer by Kalama Beach Park, I found myself ripping off clothes and tossing possessions aside to thrust my body into the gentle, welcoming and playful waves that folks were already enjoying. The water here covers the most wonderful cream-colored sand and I found only exultation at this swimming location. It was religious. David, Jim and Shirley also were swim-happy.<br /><br />Afterwards we went to Rai Rai Ramen, a nearby noodle joint and found satisfying bowls of soup, except for Jim who only had shumai. After he and I tasted David's chicken curry soup, we both vowed we would get that next time, although my spicy pork and tofu soup was damn fine.<br /><br />David fetched his brother and the neighborhood suffered a brown out. This morning the newly arrived Texans woke me while suffering from their jetlag. At 6 am or so they were escorted to a sunrise location by the Russells. I cleaned up the kitchen and cut up the pineapple in anticipation of their return. Also made another pot of coffee for David if he ever emerges from his separate 'snore quarters'. Listening to the new Radiohead, per Sal's tip.No Stand In Will Dohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136522168293167787noreply@blogger.com0