December 6, 2017:


It's COLD here. Cold and windy. But the Sun has been out for the past 2 days so it's bright, and that helps me to bear the cold and the short days. Only 15 more days to Winter Solstice, and then each day, a few more minutes of daylight will magically begin to be added, and even though the cold and snow will continue, the "worst" will be over because I know we are over the hump and headed toward the Spring Equinox.

Meanwhile, I am busy decorating the tree. I dug out an old collage of photos from the former Maison Newton (above). Gosh, that was a beautiful fireplace. My current gel fuel fireplace is great, but no match for that large and lush gas fireplace in my former home. In my case, downsizing meant not only much less square footage and a single story (which IS nice), but no fireplace until I purchased my gel fuel fireplace. I love it, but there was only one wall I could put it on, and this current living room is much smaller than my former living room, so I sized the fireplace accordingly. (It was also much less expensive and did not need to be installed by professionals).

Yesterday I womaned up and muscled, huffed, puffed, cussed some, breathed heavily and heaved mightily to get my Christmas tree up the basement stairs and dragged into the living room, and then into position in front of the picture window overlooking the front of the house. Whew! Quite the work-out. But I wasn't ready this year to switch to a "single woman of a certain age" (4 foot tall) tree. Maybe next year...NAH!


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Spray Painting Owls!

Whilst snapping photographs about the house this morning and corresponding with my new-found sister-of-the-heart, Debbie-Dabble, I ventured into the garage to throw some stuff into the recycling cart and lo and behold, it was absolute WARM! So about an hour ago I laid down some layers of newspaper and pulled out those brown owls (from some posts ago). The only spray paint I have on hand is some ancient gloss white and some recently-purchased hammered "oiled bronze". I didn't want to paint the owls hammered bronze so the white spray paint won by default. 

Owl votive holders, photo taken in February, 2012. They were a gift from one of my sisters in 2001 or 2002. There are openings in the back where a votive or a candle can be inserted. I have used them on the deck at night during the summer.

I guess they aren't all that ugly for outside but I would prefer them to be in a much lighter color for use as decorative objects inside. I really like the shape and style of the smaller owl, and would like to put her into my bedroom as a votive holder.

Owls are "in" right now - right on trend, so to speak.  Well, whatever.  I've long appreciated owls not because they are "cool" but because of what they actually represent.  Owls are associated with the ancient Greek Goddess Athena, but they have appeared in cave drawings done by early humans as early as 20,000 or so years ago!

From the earliest times those old cave drawings of owls have been associated with the Mother Goddess who knows no particular nationality, creed or race.  She is not only the Goddess of bounty and plenty, and birth, but also a Goddess of death. Owls are carrion birds - that is - they eat dead things, including the flesh of dead people back in the old old days. As much as that may gross us out today, that was a natural way to dispose of the dead back then. Many cultures gave up their dead people to "exposure" in this way, including North American Indians eons later.

Actually, this ancient practice makes much biological and ecological sense.  Today, in the average American burial, we pump a deceased body full of chemicals, and "lay them to rest" inside a ridiculously expensive padded metal tube ("coffin") inside a concrete in-ground vault where the corpus is then left to moulder away.  Why not go back to the Earth as we were intended to, in the way the Bible speaks of:  Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust?  It's quick and painless.  What the hell would we care anyway, we're dead!  At that point we feel nothing, know nothing.  Why should I become the equivalent of a mummy to satisfy the guilty feelings of my family?  Yechy!

Well, I gave myself an excellent work-out shaking that old can of gloss white spray paint here, there, and everywhere, darlings, including just about where the sun don't shine, and gave that can (and my bod) a good, hard steady shaky-shaky-shaky for 10 minutes or so; and then constantly shake-shake-shake once I actually started spraying the objects! Poor owls are down on the cold concrete (that is covered in newspapers) and I'm way the hell up in the air. I figured I should have elevated them in some way (need to check out what is the best way to do that...) but was too lazy to do that beforehand and now, ach -- since the painting has already begun!  So, after some light layers they're drying out right now. Will see what they look like. I don't want to glomb the paint on and have bumps and drippy runs, eek! May have some of the underlying brown showing through, which may actually work out okay.

About those owls, these owls are meant to act as votive candle holders, so I haven't tried to spray paint their insides through the nooks and crannies except incidentally depending upon how much paint "leaks" into the innards through the various openings as I spray away. So, all in all, I expect to end up with a very interesting pair of owls. We'll see...

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