Meet My Bunny

First work day of unemployment (or at least from my full time job) and how do I spend it? Picking up my angora bunny.

Meet Mr Mocha S Bunny. He is a satin angora that I got from Chickasaw Farm in Chase, in the northern corner of the county. As you can see he is a lovely bunny--I guess the color is called fawn. Ithink he looks like a Siamese cat with long ears and long wool. As you can see below, the oldest crop of this year's barn kitties felt that they were the welcoming committee and were checking out the new neighbor. Curosity may not kill these kitties but if they don't watch out, it could loose them a toe or two.

I decided to bed Mr Mocha down and let his rest tonight. I will need to be able to start handling him soon to comb him out. I already discovered I may have a problem with a 24 inch X 24 inch cage but only about 20 inch arms.

I love the neighborhood where I got Mr Mocha. I took advantage of the trip to stop at the cemetery that holds 3 generations of grandparents, beginning with Great Grandpa, who I knew, and going back to Great Grandma's parents and Grandparents. There were a couple new stones for 2 of them since the list time I was there so I wanted to be able to get some pictures of them as well see if my Great Grandpa Armenus had a flag on his grave. When I first discovered the family plot, there was none, even though he was a veteran of the Civil War. I always felt a special spot for him as he is the first ancestor I discovered on my own. (Much of my genealogy has been verifying what was know on my fathers side and already researched by my aunt and cousin.) The graves were especially tricky to find, even now because the stones are all flat and becoming overgrown by sod around the edges. And the family stone faces the north, while the vast majority there face north or south. After some searching, while Mr Mocha sat in his carrier in the shady car, I managed to finally find them. This time the flag was there, although the grass overgrown there. I may have to make a return trip one of these days to snip grass and I would like to plant a perenniel or two around there. But it is quite dry, so not sure if it would be worth the hassel if I can't get there to water them.

Anyway, Mr Mocha is safe in his cage and so far, the kitties still have all their toes.

Progress on Church Addition

Where only a few weeks ago our new mission center/parish hall looked like the first picture with buckets of paint, scaffolds and plastic covered walls; a few weeks ago we were finally able to move our service there.

This picture was taken a couple weeks ago, but what an improvement. And last week, the plastic was gone from the windows and the walls were freshly painted. Here is the same corner of the rooom. This picture was taken just a couple weeks ago.

Even last week the change was impressive and looks great.

I brought along the Cinnamon Wave Wrap to get a concensus of how much longer to make it. The skinny people there felt about another 6 inches would be fine. I may go a few more, since I have decided no fringe is necessary. Everyone seems to like it so hopefully it will bring in some money. Not sure how we will sell it--as a silent auction, or raffle or how.

This and That--Catching Up

Since I had not been able to get pictures to post recently--My own dumb fault I have since discovered. I want to catch up on a few little items and add the pictures now that I am over my "duh" moment.


Here is the silk cap I was spinning. I finished those last few drafts and set out to ply it. What a disaster. I used my plying tool but then had a mess. I think because of the sticky tendency of the silk, it was hard to pull it out to ply. I managed to spin up a couple yards on my Joy. But that was all. That was last weekend and I was practically in tears. It had such a lovely sheen, that I really wanted to be able to use it for something. Finally last night, while watching Singing In the Rain, I set my plying tool in the stand on the table, thus freeing up both hands. I eased and teased the yarn out. Thankfully, silk is a very strong fiber and it never broke, despite some rough handling and some very thin areas. Now I am trying to decide if I want to perhaps put it on the ball winder to make a center pull ball and try to ply it that way. Keep in mind I have never had much luck in avoiding knots that way either. I have a ball of single ply silk now and am going to meditate on it for awhile.


What else, ahhh yes. I had haying pictures to share. At least pre-baling. Here is Hubby. He did get all his hay cut, right on schedule. Not as many bales as he had hoped, but the neighbor who baled it had tightened up his settings so they were more solid. We still have more than enough, and hopefully enough to sell next spring. You can see how high our hay was in this example behind the barn.


We got it all baled before the rain came mid week. These good tight bales should be in good shape. Monday I had to help Hubby bring in the bales from the field that is just past the picture above where he is cutting the hay. I had to back the big pickup into the shallow ditch while he pushed 2 bales on with the spear. Then he speared another and brought it back by the barn. Those bales are heavy and are very difficult to push off. A year or two ago he discovered how to slide them off easily. He backs up at a good speed and then slams on the brakes. They then tumble right off. He was having way too much fun loading them. I even did one. Unfortunately after a few trips, the brake line broke so no more fun and he had to spear them and bring them one by one on the tractor.


All that rain the previous few weeks brought out some flowers in addition to exploding the growth in the hay.

Just from the side of the barn we have clover, daisys and some stray trefoil from the hayfield.

Sure wish we had that sheep to help keep down the grass. But Monday I plan to go get my bunnie--the Satin angora. I can hardly wait. Farm dog and barn cat don't seem to be very impressed though do they?

One Job Done

Busy week at work, --the former job--despite the fact that I had no computer access at all. All week was weird stuff. Shredding old reports that had confidential info as I emptied my desk. then making copies of new stuff. All in all, quite boring and nary a chance to knit like I though I would have. Yesterday I only had to come in for the exit interview.
Exit interviews are a silly concept. We all could have been there at once, for all the difference it made. The only individual info was the amount of severance pay we were getting. And we all could really figure it out ourselves. But we all had to come in separately and wait our turn. At least we didn't have to stay all day. I only had my 20 minutes and was gone. I managed to get in a full day at the library.
Fun stuff there. Sorting through musty newspapers may sound boring but I had a lot of fun, reading old ads, and gossipy items. Including a 1922 article about a woman who vomited up a 4 inch lizard. I almost wet myself laughing with Sandy over that one.

Haying Time-part 2

Well, with a minimum of breakage, Hubby has got about half the hay down. You know how those things go, when you are in a hurry. He had to replace a pin, and unjam something. So he was still working on the west fields when I got home from work. But because he was in a hurry, he and my fierce watch dog already had the brats grilled when I got home. YEA! As soon as supper was done he was out in the fields. I filled water tanks, and then went back inside while he finished the west fields. His plans are to finish cutting the east field, known as the Swamp, today.
Dang, I finally got to the library and ready to post pictures, but its not working,. not sure if the fault is library connection, or blogger. Oh well. I will try again later