Just a Note

Jamamakitty emailed me some pictures she took of the tea party. I posted them in the Tea Party album with the other pictures.

Visit

This has been a fun weekend for me. Jamamakitty, one of my online friends from ICHC came to visit. She drove down from Seattle on Friday, stayed at the motel, and will leave tomorrow morning. It was so much fun to meet someone I had been “talking” to online for several months!

We both agree that ICHC is addictive. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, the comments section under the pictures on ICHC has evolved over the past few months. We talk in LOLspeak, which is a permutation of english. Mostly, it is achieved by phonetically spelling words. It also includes intentional typos, a little bit of text message spellings and lots of creativity. With all the dialects and accents of people from all over the world, it can sometimes be a bit of a challenge to decipher what people are saying. The comments range from the basic ‘I love this picture’ to conversations about what we are doing in real life (IRL) to wild fantasies. There are many wonderful things about the fantasy aspect. Anything is possible and we often have wild adventures. We can offer each other drinks or food, and the drinks have no alcohol and the food has no calories. We sing and dance, and everyone is a fabulous singer and a beautiful dancer ( I really like being able to sing without getting dirty looks from people). It is like being at the most delightful party. Some people have several identities — not exactly split personalities. but lots of fun for them and us.

Anyway, it was great to meet one of my Cheezfrenz in person. Each night Richard and I had to work, so she got to see how much fun we have here. We checked people in, and kept an eye on the partyers. One of the seasonal campers imbibed a little too much and for reasons unknown to any rational person decided to pour a jug of peanut oil on his campfire. We saw the flames shooting up and thought a camper was on fire! We rode the golfcart up and saw it was a giant campfire so we told Rick and let him deal with it. And we had a bunch of young gals having a bachelorette party at one of the campsites. They all had plenty to drink and had to be told to quiet down. And to get out of the lake after dark when they were out in a canoe with no lights.

Saturday was overcast and warm so Jamama and I went to a couple of nearby towns looking at antiques and crafts and other goodies. And while I fixed dinner, she made us matching commemorative bracelets. Oooooo. Pretty. Shiny.

Sunday was bright and sunny all day and we had tea. We called it our Oh Hai Desert Tea. Jamama had brought a nifty glass teapot with tea ‘blossoms’ that you put in the pot. When you add the hot water the blossom opens up and steeps, making a delightful tea. We wore our gardening gloves and hats and sat in the bright afternoon sunshine eating our tea. We had cucumber sandwiches, radish sandwiches, lemon tea cookies, blueberry bundt cake, Pepperidge Farms cookies, and zucchini bread. Pictures of us and our delightful spread are at tea party.

While she was here, of course, she met Rick & Julie and their daughter Arianna. She also got to see our cute little Bun-Bun and lots of other critters including a momma deer. The momma kept her baby well hidden. We did see it scoot across the landscape and out of sight, but we didn’t get a real good view of it. I added more pictures of the deer to the misc album.

I hope I get to meet more of my internet friends as we travel.

mj

Bedlump

This is another bedtime storey for you frum Ms Puddy-Tat.  Cween mj

Wunst upon deh tymez dere wuz a big floofee kitteh. Teh big floofee kitteh’z name wuz Angel-Pye. Angel-Pye lubbed to hiding under deh cuvverz.
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Wun morning wen deh momma mading deh bed, her wuz not seeing deh bedlump. She wuz thinking uv deh taxez.  Ennyway, she just tukked all deh cuvvers in tite adn piled deh pilloes up hie adn trapped deh Angel-Pye insiding uv deh cuvverz.
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Pour Angel-Pye. Her misted herz brekfust. She heerd deh can uv gushifudz opun. Adn she wuz heering deh momma kall her wen deh gushifudz wuz opund. But she wuz beeing trapped in deh bed adn cudn’t getting owt.
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Den ebbery1 lefting 4 deh day, awl teh kidletz wenting to skool, adn teh momma adn daddee wenting 2 werk. Deh Angel-Pye wuz awl aloan.
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Wen deh momma came home she wundered: Y did Angel-Pye not eeting enny gushifudz awl day long? So she kalled and kalled 4 deh Angel-Pye.  Angel-Pye heeringed her and sed MEEEEOOOOOW az loud az she cud.
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Momma heeringed her adn foundinged her in deh bed. She laffed adn laffed az she helped teh pour bedlump finding herz way out uv deh cuvverz. Den she kerried herz 2 deh fud dish. Angel-Pye purred adn purred awl deh way. Den herz ating awl deh gushifudz and likkinged herz fais.
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Teh Endingz.

Bedtime Storey

This story was told to me by Ms. Puddy-Tat. I have typed it up just as she told it to me. — Cween mj

Onest upon a tyme, dere was a Liddle Kitty-Katkins who luvd to play. He playd all day long. He playd chase-deh-tael. He playd bite-deh-catnip-mausie. He playd unwind-deh-yarn-ball.

When nitetime came, Mommy-Cat sed, “Time for bedee-bye, Liddle Kitty-Katkins.” But Liddle Kitty-Katkins didn’t want to going to bed. So Mommy-Cat told him if he wud getting into bed she wud reeding him a storee. Liddle-Kitty-Katkins gotsted into deh bed and Mommy-Cat reded him a storee.

After deh storee reeding, Liddle Kitty-Katkins sed, “But Iz not sleepy! I can has nodder storey?”

Himz Mommy-Cat sed to him, “Come wiss me and we will sitting by the fyre and having de hot kokoa.” So dey sat by the fyre and Liddle Kitty-Katkins drankded his hot kokoa and watchted the fyre flikkering. And Mommy-Cat sanged himz sum kitty lullubeyez.

Soon Liddle Kitty-Katkins coudn’ted keepingz his liddle eyezez opun any longerer. His mommy tuckted him up in hiz blankee and he slepted all night long.

Sweet dreemz, Little Kitty-Katkins.

Pangur Ban

This is written by a 9th C Irish Monk in St. Gallen in Switzerland.

PANGUR BAN

I and Pangur Ban my cat
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night . . .

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye,
Full & fierce & sharp & sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night,
Turning darkness into light.