Wynn's Folly Minis

Just glad to get nearly through the end of a fiscal year, and move forward. I guess that's one of the challenges of being a bookkeeper, whether at end of month or end of year, you're looking backward as at the same time, you are moving forward. This sense of dislocation seems to be my natural state anyway.
In other absolutely unique news, it's cold.

Yesterday, I had a discussion on Facebook with my sister about collecting Vaseline glass, which glows under black-lights.
Today I'm the one who should glow in the dark, as it is time for scans again. This should be my last one on the six month schedule, and the next should be a year from now. I've had all the PET/CT scans insurance will pay for, and now I'm getting a combo of CAT and bone scans.
Both involve drinking contrast liquid and a radioactive injection. I have to admit I kind of enjoy the bitter tonicwater taste of the contrast liquid. I just have trouble remembering what kind of routine I should follow beforehand. Part of the confusion results from switching types of scanning on short notice because insurance. I was prepared for one, then got the other. But there are worse types of medical investigative procedures to have. The only complaint about doing it annually is that I just hit my deductible on one visit. So now I'm guaranteed to use my deductible every year, and insurance won't really have to pay out anything.

Yesterday, while the winds blew from a high of 78° to a near frost overnight, I got out some new beads and supplies I'd bought during October.
Decided to try something beyond earrings, and I'd seen bead bracelets strung on memory wire to wrap around wrists.
The first I tried was with some cheap glass beads, then I did one with lapis beads spaced with white stone beads, moved on the one made with a strand of beads I'd picked up on eBay of unknown pedigree, then one using a variety of stones and pearls.

This spring we went to Garvan Gardens in Hot Springs to catch the tulips. We also made a trip to the crystal mines, and one north to Mammoth Spring to visit family.
Wonder if we'll keep up the pace next year.

I heard a discussion on NPR about the creative process and how we perceive the results. Some types of creative products are set in stone as they happen. Things like a typewritten letter, a live recorded performance, a stage performance may only be experienced as they happen, or as the results are received. the viewer's experience can only happen once and never be the same again. Even a live recording must be unedited and raw to truly capture the unique time and place.
Other artistic endeavors are curated and edited, both as they happen, and into a new shape as a final creation. the editing and re-arrangement of the piece is linked to the final result.
I've decided I am most comfortable in an edited version of my life.
I write by back-tracking, correcting spelling and thought as I go, rather than spilling out a rough and ready draft of life. I practice conversations and how I will move through new situations in life, a constant rehearsal for the main event. Spontaneity is not who I am.

Saturday we went to see mom, took her out to eat then a short visit.
We had a discussion about moving things out and about. She now has a better idea of what areas she wants cleaned up. She was pretty perky, as she'd had Spencer take her grocery shopping. I brought her taffy and some coloring books. She'd said she wanted some that were actual pictures, not just designs, and I found some nice ones. One was a set of botanical prints complete with finished pictures. Just down our alley.

This morning as I was heading out the back door to do chores, Tallulah rushed past me to freedom and the great outdoors.
It was cool and damp, but she stayed out of reach in the back yard until I was headed back up the hill from the barn. Then she very vocally made her way down the hill to complain about the poor weather conditions.
Her dissatisfaction was not sufficient to get her back in the house.She rolled around on the front drive while we ate breakfast. I had to hide behind the front door to open it before she would stroll in. It's the first time in months she's been outside, and for some reason she's calmed down some.

Once upon a time, when we first moved to the country,we believed the advice to get guineas to eat ticks.
We learned a lot, which is why now whenever we hear that advice, we laugh at whoever believes it.
Guineas are feral, loud & not bright.
We had a chicken pen on the east side of the barn we built. Because we had raised them there, they continued to roost on top of it after they were turned out to do the tick thing.
At whatever point in the afternoon the sun created a shadow over the pen and one of the guineas happened into the shade, it would immediately assume night had fallen, and call all the others to come roost for the night.
Once this started, it didn't stop until all the guineas were roosted. Occasionally one would stick its head out into the sun, declare a new day, and wander off, starting a panic in all the others until they either all followed it out into the "new" day, or it came back to roost.

This story is for everyone who is startled by the fact that the time change results in sunset happening at the time it's supposed to happen, but has been delayed by DST.