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Tuesday, October 08, 2019

An update.

Back in 2016 I posted about this painting, which I purchased back in the mid-1990s for $5. At that time I thought the artist was Am. Lyney.

Today, Olivier contacted me to let me know the artist is actually Amédée Lynen.  He was a painter from Belgium, born in 1852 and lived until 1938. He painted, created artwork for books and posters. An image search on Google reveals he was pretty versatile, doing landscapes and scenes with people.


Dune scene by Amedee Lynen.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Version 56. I'm another year wiser.

Actually, taken the day before my birthday.

Special someone brought over a gorgeous bouquet. Birdy put it into a vase he made years ago.


Bouquet.

I made spinach and walnut enchiladas and tater tots. Sarah made a lemon cake. It was a nice day.


Four selfies and one not-selfie.

Occasionally past characters on my soap opera make return appearances. Recently Birdy, who lived in my guest house about 10 years ago, and his brother Mike, came to stay a while at my house. Birdy had been very nice and has been working on the overgrown plants around my house. It looks much nicer now. I helped a couple of days ago and got lots of tiny thorns in me. Ouch!

Birdy, Lead Character, and Mike on top of Sentinel Peak.

Matt had surgery to repair his broken collarbone. He is now the Bionic Man. I helped out as much as he wanted. One day to do something we wandered through the antique mall. We did not see anything we needed or wanted.

Reflection.

Last weekend my college roommate Les was in town. We had a nice time catching up, eating Mexican food, and remembering sordid stories of the past. He really hasn't changed much, unlike me (I look completely different).

Special guest star Les, who last made an appearance 12 years ago.

I have been out at the Ruthrauff dig taking care of some sensitive things. It is very hot and muggy and by 8:30 I am usually soaked in sweat and have dirt all over me. Today I lay on my stomach to dig things. Not comfortable.

Sweaty.

My friends Elliot and Mark were replacing their newish Mission-style furniture with antique Mission-style furniture. I purchased their sofa and chair for $235. I had is for six days before Ruby decided to chew on their arms (despite being covered with a thick slip cover). I knew that it would eventually happen. She chews on everything, despite an abundance of toys and people paying attention to her. When I caught her doing it again, yelling ensued, She is still mad at me and generally avoids me. She is in love with Mike and wants him to hold her. There are times when I wonder why is she so naughty. Cats are so much easier.

Before she chewed the arms.

Monday, September 02, 2019

What has happened lately?

I've been sleeping on the fold out couch in the living room. It is falling apart and increasingly uncomfortable. Ruby sleeps on one side and Snowball on the other.

Yawn!

I went to New Mexico to attend a conference. Had the worst meal in a very long like- eggplant parm. It was just nasty.

Gross.

I stayed at an old fashioned motel, nothing special but it was cheap and the AC was lovely.

Classic Inn.

I was supposed to stay Saturday but I missed someone, so I headed home. I stopped at White Sands National Monument. The last time I was there was in 1989.

White Sands.

There is certainly a lot of white sand there!

More sand.

At home I was watering and looked down and there was a toad swimming in the outdoor animal/bird watering pot. I took it out and later it was in the front yard.

Toad.

I worked Retro Game Show. Chatty Cathy was very funny.

Game show.

On August 20th, I attended the 244th anniversary of the founding of the Tucson Presidio.
Fake cake.

Matt showed up and we had fun. We watched little over-heated children dancing. I sold tacos.

Matt and Homer.

This woman shows up in the same outfit every year. I like her hat.

Birthday lady.

We went down to Bisbee to visit with Ray and Robert, who are soon leaving for Spain. As we were leaving we stopped to visit the nasty enormous hole in the ground with the terribly polluted water in the bottom. This is what will happen if the motherfucking Canadians get to open the Rosemont Mine, which has been stopped at the moment by a judge.

Hole.

I took Robert shopping for clothes. It took a long time. Afterward I had a terse encounter at the Verizon store with the asshole employees. Matt calmed me down.

Robert.

I have a house guest for while, one of my former tenants. I took him to Rosa's for lunch. The motherfucking douchebag Republicans have an office next door.

Probably an office filled with baby rapers.

Monsoon season is taking place. Several times it has poured at my house.

Drama.

On Saturday morning Matt fell off his bike and broke some bones. It was pretty awful at the hospital but he is doing alright, although it is a pain (literally).

He was well enough to come to pool volleyball. I played in a mediocre fashion until the last game, when I really laid it on.


Volleyball

I made a pineapple upsidedown cake. Forgot to take a photo of it. 

Matt and Roger.

Some other random photos:

Adventure time!


Bobcat outside my window at work.

Ruby was happy to see Uncle Matt.

A tarantula from work.

I've been out working on a dig. It is hot and moist. I am ready for the monsoon season to be over.

Monday, July 29, 2019

It is still July and I'm wishing the summer was over. So tired of the heat.

Ruby had to wear the cone of shame for a couple of weeks. One aspect of that is that the cone was big enough so that she could not get through the front fence. She got to run around and have fun and not be on a leash. So I went to Lowes and got some fencing and ran it across the front and side fence

Cone!

A woman alerted me that she had a photo of my great great great grandmother Chloe (Streeter) Ransom (1813-1904). The few stories that were passed down was that she was a mean bitch. The photo seems to agree with this.

Chloe!

I harvested my nectarines and peaches. They were a little under-ripe, so I sliced them up and put them in a pot with a little water and sugar. Tasted like apricots when I got done. I used some of that to make a filling for a cake that I brought to pool volleyball.


Compote!

I purchased a small photo album on Ebay that had 15 tintypes and photos of a family that my Fillmore ancestors were neighbors with back in New York and in Michigan.

Civil War vet!

I worked Retro Game Show with Matt, Mark, and Nancy. It was a fun time.

Chatty Cathy!

I've been sleeping on the couch in the living room in front of the AC unit. Ruby enjoys the cool breeze. She also enjoys chewing on the couch and has taken to crawling under the sheet on the regular bed and chew on the mattress. SIGH. I need to replace both.

Couch!

I went to a photo exhibit with Matt and on the way there saw this exotic insect, which entomologist Doug identified as a Mesquite Bug Nymph. It is very pretty.

Classy!



Thursday, July 11, 2019

It is summer in Tucson, today it was something like 107 degrees.

I escaped the heat for six days, flew to Traverse City to see the siblings and attend the 40th anniversary meeting of the genealogy society.

So green. And rainy. A pleasant change. The wild irises were blooming down at Susan's little pond.

Wild iris.

We stopped to remove a snapping turtle from the road near her house. It was not happy and I had to coax it off with my shoe. It really wanted to bite me.

Snapper.

I slept in the Jenny Lind bed that had belonged to Ebenezer and Harriet (Bessey) Fillmore. They died in the early 1890s.

Fillmore bed.

We went down to my Amish brother's farm and I got to collect eggs one afternoon. They came in various colors.

Eggs.

His oxen GMO was very friendly. He likes head scratches.

GMO

I went to the family cemetery. My parents' ashes are buried next to Grandpa and Grandma F. There are now four generations of my family there. I cried some. It just seemed weird.

Tombstone.

Afterward I stopped by the Almira Historical Society. They have a picture of my great great grandfather on the wall. He was the first postmaster.


Elijah Leland Ransom.

In between these events I was at the area and college libraries reading through newspapers, finding stories about the World War II soldiers from the region who died during the war.

One day as I headed to the library, I stopped to remove another turtle from the road. As I lifted it up an immense stream of urine shot out, all over my leg.

Ungrateful.

My brother has two sets of kittens in the barn. The older ones are very wild. The younger ones are too young to know better. Susan and I got milk for them to fill their little tummies.

Calico and Joey.

If I didn't have Ruby here I would have brought them back. They were so cute and their mother didn't seem particularly interested in them.


I washed Joey's dirty face.

They were so sweet and little Joey would purr when I petted her.

Babies.

Susan and I went through the woods to see the site of Elijah Ransom's millsite, where he had a grist mill in 1866 through 1892. There are two dams, both busted through with Ransom Creek running past. In the creek bed in one area you could still see timbers from the mill.

Dam remnants.

My brother has the barn that Grandpa and Uncle Ray made for us for Christmas in 1970. It survived the fire that he had at the house a few years ago.

Barn.

I had to say goodbye to the kittens.

Sleepy.

I got back to Arizona on Friday. On Sunday I drove to New Mexico to teach historical archaeology to the field school students. Ruby came with me.

Adventure.

The students enjoyed the lesson, which involved fitting broken dishes together and figuring out which household a bag of artifacts came from.

Allen and the students made this room.

I discovered my air mattress has a hole in it. Very uncomfortable sleeping on the ground.

Flower.

I bought peaches and Matt bought a huge bunch of produce, including mangoes, and I made chutney. It came out good.


Peach-mango chutney.

And last Friday Ruby got her genitals altered, so no more messy periods! She has another week of the cone of shame.

Sexless Ruby.

Well that's the way it is, just like Walter used to say.

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