24 hours and counting…

I cannot let this one go…


Two Lines

…is apparently all it takes to keep me distracted and pondering for a day or more – perhaps the rest of my life…

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

Courtesy a Documentary

…on the Allegheny Observatory. 🙂

Well, um, yeah – how else do you think any message reaches me?

I looked up the full poem – which, according to Wikisource, is in public domain, as it was published in 1923 and the author died at least 100 years ago..

And so, I am going to copy/paste it in – instead of linking, only – 🙂

(But here’s the link, too, if you wish…


The Old Astronomer

by Sarah Williams

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, – I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, – since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, – that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,–
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars, –
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.



Status Report from Bally Bin

The plan of blogging each Sunday, has not yet happened … sigh….

A few more things moved from “To-Do” to “Completed” lists… Yay!

New ones added to list – but more along lines of, “If I live long enough, would like to know more about….” type items. 🙂

Self-Care routines taking up plenty of time each day, as I waited rather late to remember to eat properly, sleep enough, etc., the last few months, and as usual – the mounting issues snowballed until my entire being said, “ENOUGH! DO Something, ANYTHING!  Right Now!”

Okey-Dokey, then…Oops!  Did too much self-care – think I need to take a nap, and let all my energy go towards heal…hmm?  zzzzz……   🙂

But tonight, I managed to work my way through a day’s worth of posts done by my bloggy buddies – a lot of Likey-Likes were done, some comments, but overall – so pleased when I reached the feed notice of “1d ago” – and could say, “FINALLY!  I Made it through a Day of ….WAIT!  NO!  Don’t Announce “New Post!”  What?!?  3 New Posts?”  Sigh, again…


I’ll never catch up, but tonight feels like small victory, nonetheless – at least from my ‘lil better today, than yesterday’ viewpoint  🙂


Plumber I finally settled upon to hire (it was tough – ya know, my Dad was a durned fine plumber, so I’m rather picky…) arrived today – just about got the job completely done, to remove 50-60? year galvanized steel runs here and there, get drains on proper level (I do think the plumbing was done more carelessly than the electrical wiring in the 40’s was done – oh, wait, I haven’t fully told you this winter/spring/summer’s electrical rewiring job, have I?)

Tonight, I have water to the bathroom, not the kitchen, but whadda I care?  Been doing my dishes in dishpans in the bathtub for months now – 🙂

(Which is one of many reasons my diet has been primarily raw veggies, beef jerky, cheese and crackers for so long – less dishes/pans to wash while kneeling by the river….I mean…bathtub….)  🙂

Won’t cook for myself, but doncha know, when Oakley was showing signs of Matron Status – didn’t I just bust out the 6 & 8 quart crockpots to start doing a never ending simmering deep-bone broth routine for base of home-made dog food – and the subsequent research, double-checking of info, dish/pan/crock washing, etc….

Figured out how-to both feed her well (no green beans), and pull some out of the broth, to prepare for my “like spice/veggies/seasonings in mine that will kill you” (I’m not a fan of green beans, either, every meal) and we are both recovering from the cliff of “Oops!  Ya haven’t been eating right, right?” we were both teetering on – due to not paying attention (me) and advancing age (her).


Cool nights are followed by warm days – and still waiting for hard frost, so I can do splitting, separating, transplanting, new plantings for spring bounty once we are rather assured they won’t get false start and take off, just in  time to get hit by the first blizzard of the year –

Deep watered last Sunday – will probably do another on Thursday, if forecast holds – just so I don’t risk ruining equipment or plants in the ground, when I attempt winter watering and forget to start early enough in day OR unhook hose from hydrant – 🙂

Hopefully, this weekend will be THE ONE!

(Been saying that for a good 3 weeks, but air doesn’t feel/or smell right, just yet – 🙂  Not that I can trust myself, you know – figure Mother Nature will give me a kick in the seat of the pants to let me know – I put my request in for such help, in August – I have faith…)

Iris to split, so they all have plenty of room next year – Rhubarb, same, gifted sedum & low growing, deep rooted grass seed to plant in vicinity of fruit tree areas – garlic bulbs (3 varieties) to plant here and there among the wild roses – sigh – – I’m tired now, just thinking about all that has to be done, Saturday a.m. – 🙂

New Part-Time Job

Returned to Library part-time, this go-round as a full, official Librarian (yup, that’s what my name lanyard says…so it must be true, right?)

Learning curve on so many things has been steep – cuz we are a small branch, small staffed and the boss is wonderful and has put together a team full of folks with diverse skills, experience, education, talents – so between us all, we usually have it covered – but, sigh, I drew tech support operations – and….ugh!

We all know I work to make free, low/no-cost options and/or existing software  jump through hoops to streamline daily operations – BUT – hardware?   Networks?  Troubleshooting?  Windows empire and never-ending updates? –

Are you sure ya hired the right gal?!

But, I’m upbeat, overall,  because we are all expected to come up with programming ideas, and, somehow, the Gardening group and Writers Group were offered as ideas for my attention, ideas… 🙂

Which means I’m full bore into putting together templates, research, resources, for monthly newsletters, flyers, talking to patrons to find out what they hope for from the monthly meet-up – etc., and doing my usual thing,

  • “Oh, do you know (so and so)?  I just bet they could help you with that!” or
  • “Are you familiar with this book?  I think some of the ideas in it might answer your need..”  or,
  • “Start off with no cost/low cost, if you’re exploring and see how it goes.  You can always throw money at it later – and if you find out, not your thing?  Well, at least you’re just out your dreaming time – ain’t ya glad ya got that out of your system, affordably?”

So, dear bloggy buddies, especially you gardeners and writers, self-publishers, connectors – you may start seeing some email follows, or brand new blogs that are a private/not published yet – starting to follow you – just a heads up – 🙂

Because, I like them, in person, and would love for them to discover you 🙂

Plus, I like showing my diverse local crowd, what a diverse group can be found here – 🙂


Although today/week was a ‘boots hit the ground! then start running…” feel to it –

You have eased my soul tonight – I wish you a Happy Monday and wonderful week ahead.

The art of shopping, part one

Creativity, artistic ability and marketing at one of the very best, me thinks – – Do Your Thing – It will work, or you’ll tweak – Fantabulous! 🙂

Anna Cull ~ Art & Music

I mentioned in my last post that I’ve been revamping some of the images in my Etsy shop, so I thought I’d show you a few of my favourites. These were all created with digital trickery : ) and each picture is a combination of three different photographs: the original painting + my black travel easel + the photo that inspired the painting (in the background & slightly out of focus to give a kind of ‘depth of field’ effect)…

Sidetracked, 12 x 12 inches ‘Sidetracked’ (12 x 12 inches), the railway tracks and golden sand near Koekohe Beach in Otago, NZ

'Boatsheds' (10 x 30 inches), the Banks Peninsula coastline and boat sheds along Duvauchelle Bay near Akaroa, NZ ‘Boatsheds’ (10 x 30 inches), the Banks Peninsula coastline and boat sheds along Duvauchelle Bay near Akaroa, NZ

'Thursday, Avon River' (30 x 20 inches), ducks swimming on the Avon River in Christchurch, NZ ‘Thursday, Avon River’ (30 x 20 inches), ducks swimming on the Avon River in Christchurch, NZ

'Riding the Falls' (16 x 12 inches), a Huka Falls jet boat on the Waikato River, NZ ‘Riding the Falls’ (16 x 12 inches), a Huka Falls jet boat on the Waikato River, NZ

The other idea I’ve…

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My Doggie doesn’t like Green Beans

So, after a melt-down over the attempt to be an informed voter and the loss of a friend and so many other lil Life Moments I either signed up a long time ago for, or brought upon myself these past weeks –

…I thought perhaps, I might travel away on the lighter side life – or at least felt lighter, until I really set down to write about it –

Oakley, the Wonder Dog –

… doesn’t care for Green Beans – I did realize, late in the supper game, tonight, maybe I should have chopped the thin, softened/pre-cooked beans (to aide her type of digestion), up into shorter, lengths, just in case I missed something in the how-to-ing section of Green Beans information.

I turned the left-in-bowl items into small, bite-sized pieces, added some more deep  bone broth with meat tidbits/etc., for her to try to eat – with a few stray blueberries/raspberries mixed in (ya know I can’t fully weed out everything in the crockpot – so she got too many anti-oxidants today – I’m sure it will work out – – )

All while she most likely thought, “Give it a rest lady – I’m in the Golden Years of my life and by gummy, I KNOW what I want/like…why the green, beans?  Ain’t I eating the celery?  How much green does a body need, really?”

With the extra broth, she managed to work loose and snag all the blueberries/raspberries, as well as the tidbits of meat, but wouldn’t ya know, there sat the green beans – on second attempt –

I’m willing to let it go –

I tried not to make my kiddos eat what they didn’t like, I just studied the missed-out-nutrients by each food snub, and tried to find a way to deliver it another way – more palatable and liked – enter sprouted wheat baked goods, because the youngest is, a bakery afficiando – 🙂

(Psst…Ex-hubby and sons – I spent nearly 2 years feeding us organ meats you stoutly promised a riot/rebellion if I decided such things should be thought of as additions to monthly menu –

Yes, I felt strongly enough about what I had learned and what I observed in you and me, that  I simply did an end-run and hoped a large enough portion of ‘good-for’ you nutrients would survive the slow-deep bone broth making process – without alerting your tongue or tastebuds, or mine, to such blasphemy – 🙂  I can’t wait to join with the Universal knowledge at the end of this life, to really know, “How much good did it do and did they suspect my duplicity, when I said, “Yup, I don’t like fried liver & onions or pate(?), either…?”)

Back to Veggies….

I’m not really sure why I hacked the green beans into smaller pieces, and re-offered with some additional trimmings – I mean, c’mon, this is the dog that can weed out shredded portions of stuff she likes, from those she doesn’t and leave the pile of “no thank you’s’ in one side of an other wise, sparkling, licked clean food dish – I submit for evidence a bowl of food wiped clean of carrot shreds, with left behind pile of zucchini squash shreds –

Green might be my fave, but apparently, not hers….

She has also managed to snag half a pizza off the counter, because child-unit didn’t wolf it down before she did – and I was rather harassed and distracted and forgot not to tempt her….

(store bought, frozen version, pizza –  hurriedly cooked without thoughtful contemplation and prayer for the bounty to add to the nourishment of our bodies, nor with plea to bless the stressed hands that prepared it via ripping off the plastic, paper instructions and cardboard bottom and shoving it into a non-preheated toaster oven,  during a day from Hades,  and the meal I figured, would probably kill her over the night, but didn’t… how much myth and how much fact and how long before I can tell the difference, does it really take? )

Meanwhile, Back at the This Recent Moment In History- Ranch…

After licking the bowl clean, of the second smaller portion, sans the pile of green beans left behind, a hard look was leveled at me and my stubbornness, followed by her trotting out to the yard to give me time/space in which to contemplate my sinful (wrong-thinking) life choices –


In my defense, the second bowl was offered with, “Hey!  I’m just trying in case the long thin lengths don’t work for you – if you don’t like it, fine, we can find other sources – just trying, okay?”

And she, in her way, indicated,

“My next to-do is learning how to use your smart phone, so I can call the authorities and report your lunacy – you need help – re-feeding me green beans AND discussing it with me as you engage in such nonsense – what were you thinking?!?”

All I can Say is….

Thank goodness the supplier I buy back-up reserves for winter doesn’t have dehydrated green beans for sale, (is there even such a thing? Or is everyone fairly worn out over them by the end of the season?)

For I did recently place a small order to supplement the (finally!) well stocked pantry – first fall I haven’t had a heart attack over fall pantry stocking, in case we see a hard winter, and no supply trucks can make it in, (seriously!  That has happened, many times/many places over the history of our country!)  and another goal set in 2011, met, this fall – 

I Confess – green beans aren’t my fave, either, unless picked fresh from garden/farmer’s market, drenched in balsamic vinegar, sprinkled with roasted minced garlic, some slivered almonds and  a sprinkling of pink salt,  some fresh minced onion, if on hand, wrapped up in tin foil and caramelized on the grill …while I manage to overcook the steaks, because I never remember to measure how thick they are –

This take it or leave it thinking about Green Beans was born during a bumper crop year of green beans in my childhood – I got so tired of the (child’s version of…) never ending picking, snapping, preservation process and meal-time fresh veggie options, I’m certain that year deeply affected me and my take on the matter –

Word on the street is, doggies shouldn’t eat such things as garlic, onion – haven’t researched the nuts angle, just yet – but figure she won’t eat them – she hasn’t tried to eat me, right?

And it is a shame, over the whole garlic/onion thingee – supposedly, they are really good for middle-aged women heart health and immune system bolstering and I can grow both, here – if I ever get the cottage annual veggie garden in place –

I did contemplate researching how big of a risk it would be to try – just in case, she doesn’t manage to pile the garlic/onions/slivers of almonds all the way to the edge, while ingesting a better offering of palatable green bean – 🙂  Certain I  need to learn more, wait awhile before taking that adventure on –

I might mourn the destination of the journey –

So, next up on list to try, to get those nutrients/protein needs filled….

I may attempt soaked, cooked or sprouted garbanzo beans (as soon as I discover which style may work well for her species’ digestion) and perhaps, a form of doggie hummus – she likes coconut oil, so why not mash the sprouted beans and mix with coconut oil?  (Note to myself – research that idea – well, before you kill your best friend….)

Sprouts pack a lot of nutrients – they are easier to digest (at least for humans) and, I have watched her eat young blades of grass – not same family, but is that not, just a young sprout appearing in the world, that, left to it’s own devices, will become one of the ‘dreaded, NEVER serve grains” for doggies?

And I, recently discovered my boycotting of trying hummus, cuz it was a ‘trending’ food, promising all kinds of bennies – high on feeds lists, low on article submissions that showed anything other than sales copy – well – I finally tried it this summer and I like it – and garbanzo beans will be attempted here, next year, for I’m told, they might like growing here without me fussing day and night over them –

You see what a hard a life of increasing abundance, is (yes, I’m ashamed of myself…) – watching, observing and then researching to make sure what you think you are observing is REALLY what is going on – after all, lightening was mis-understood for years, along with its’ brother, thunder –

I, in me own lifetime, have been warned I would be struck down by lightening for offending the Powers that be AND that Thunder was merely a ‘Tator wagon in the sky, rolling over an old wood plank bridge – ”

Sigh –

I’ve researched for years – the topic of raw/traditional feeding your 4-legged family members is becoming increasingly trendy, so there are so many more online sources available, now, to weed through and discern what is safe to try –

It’s become rather like researching voting options….

And so, we truck on here, at Bally Bin – with the daily discussion of the Universal ruin of everything right on down to daily roommate conversations and disagreements about what might work –

And yes, I’m starting to think I do always choose to do things the hard way -just thinking about the possibility, mind you – haven’t had a lot of time for pensive pondering the past few years – and this kind of stuff takes time, does it not?

Current working theory as to why this is a possibility: Apparently, doing things the hard way fulfills an inner need left vacant by my disdain and avoidance of any extreme adventures/sports –

Say, like, climbing the sheer, ice frosted cliffs of some lauded mountain with nothing but some rope and an ice pick –  or running 26 miles, all at once, when no one’s life depends upon me ‘getting the message delivered’, just to prove I could do it, if ever I am called upon to do so –

In the end,

Perhaps, I should go back into silent retreat status  – After all, there are only so many ways you can make fun of your own stuff before you start to wonder if perhaps, you ought to just let that stuff go and ponder it awhile longer – 🙂

Thanks for listening… 🙂

Indie Success –10 things that really matter

This topic has come up, BIG-Time on my local radar – through friends, co-workers, colleagues as I walk in the world of my local library – re-visit topics with local artisans, writer’s, those who feel held back by this or that – Thank you, Sue, for, I can now focus on other ‘to-do’s’ with a simple re-blog or email link share, “Take Heart – Here ya go – What Sue said…” – 🙂

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

From the vaults – June 2015:

Hans Christian Andersen by Anne Grahame Johnstone

Hans Christian Andersen by Anne Grahame Johnstone

There are a lot of articles and reports out there giving various and often conflicting figures about the Indie book market. All seem to agree, however, that the percentage of Indie writers and publishers is huge and growing. You only have to read a few Indie books to realise there is some seriously good stuff out there and marvel at the ingenuity and diversity of the imaginations from which they were born.

Yet there is still a stigma attached to independently published work. There are those, it is true, who see it only as a way to make a fast buck and churn out little more than rubbish. These are not writers in my opinion and it is not of their books I speak, they are little more than opportunists; marketeers who, seeing a potentially lucrative product…

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