Thursday, June 1, 2017

POTP Please

Making this short.
Wills has developed a spot on his chest about a nickel size, that at this time is believed to be Vitiligo where he has lost all  pigment in his skin.  This can be very mild to severe even involving his internal organs.   A skin scraping test is necessary along with a series of blood tests.  We have an appointment with a specialist on June 14th.  So I am asking for POTP.  Wills is my only family.



Thursday, May 18, 2017


I got a quandary. 
Lee and I went to Lowe's and Lee bought a bird house looks like a wheely house.  It was on the top shelf ~ last one left ~ they got the rolling steps to get it down ~ they shook it. 
We put it in our cart, got a few other things we needed.  Went an checked out.  Stopped at Graeter's Ice Cream. 
Got five miles down the road heard chirping.
Well the bird house has babies.  They sold me an occupied house.  Went back to Lowe's they refused to put it back!  I told them to just keep our money put the bird house back ~ NO LUCK.  Said they do their best to keep birds out of store.   
Three babies! 
Yep I, Sweet William The Scot, have three wards.
Dam Lee tricked me again I thought she said reward and I came running for a treat instead she told me I had wards to watch the babies.  DARN!
Shut your mouths I just fed you all.
We have named them Little, Spikey and Flappy.
I think Spikey would be a great mate for Kismet. Why look at his hair.  It takes talent to make it stand up like that.  Kismet could be a cougar and date a younger guy I date an older woman, Bella.
Kismet I got my eye on you.  Just you wait I'm coming for you!  I can fertilize those eggs.
They are Black-capped chickadee and the bird rescue society here in Nati told us to let nature take its course which meant to let them die but they said if we wanted to try to keep them alive feed them soaked cat food and boiled eggs with the shell ground for calcium.  Right now Nati is going through a Cicada year hundreds of the darn things.  They say to squish the white new ones and feed them those also. 
I've got my eyes on you!
So wish us luck we are on day three and they are doing great eat, poop, sleep and repeat.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Stowe Home

Well it was suppose to be open for tours.  A couple from Alabama, two ladies from Dayton, Ohio and Lee and I were waiting for the Docent but she never came.
In 1832, 21-year old Harriet Beecher,  moved with her family from Litchfield, Connecticut to Ohio. 
Nati City was then an area active in the abolitionist movement.  It was also one of the fastest-growing cities in the nation at the time.
See me, Sweet William The Scot, sitting on the porch where Harriet Beecher Stowe walked.
It was in Cincinnati that Harriet Beecher began her writing career.
She published her book The Mayflower while living in Nati.
It was also while living in Cincinnati that Stowe traveled to Maysville, Kentucky in 1833 and witnessed a slave auction.
The distress Beecher felt was one of several experiences that inspired her book Uncle Tom's Cabin years later.
Maysville, Kentucky is hometown to Nick Clooney, George Clooney's father. 
(Lee worked in downtown Cincinnati for years and would see and talk to Nick Clooney who is an American journalist, anchorman, and television host).
Harriet lived here for various periods of time from 1833 until her marriage to professor Calvin Ellis Stowe in 1836. Her first two children, twins Eliza and Harriet, were born in the house in 1836.
Harriet's brother, Henry Beecher, also resided in the Cincinnati Beecher House.  Rev. Henry Beecher was an early leader in the women's suffrage movement and popular Protestant minister.
 The 5,000 square foot house was completed in 1833 and was constructed specifically to house the president of the Lane Seminary.
The house was provided by the seminary to the Beechers. Harriet and most of her brothers and sisters (11 Beecher children lived to adulthood) lived with their father in this house.
The Beecher Family in moving to Nati City along the way traveled through other eastern cities to raise money for the seminary. 
Lane Theological Seminary was considered the forward outpost of the Presbyterian Church in the western territories of the United States.
Harriet's father was the first President of the Seminary in 1832.
The last remnants of the Cincinnati campus were destroyed in 1956. So other than the Historical Marker sitting on the site there is no evidence of it ever having been here.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

See my large red peony well it stinks BAD!!!!
Lee has to grow the only peony that STINKS!

P. lactiflora cultivar, introduced from Japan, 1893; Japanese form, red, late midseason, approx. 40 - 43" (100 - 110 cm) tall, very floriferous, unpleasant fragrance
Variety was introduced to the U.S.A. by the Japanese exhibit at the Chicago World's Fair in 1893.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Brown Balls

I, Sweet William The Scot, saw them.  Lee came home with big brown balls for me.
Not one brown ball
Two brown balls.
What the heck Lee buried my brown balls in this big pot and bag of potting soil she came home with.
How am I ever going to reach them.
I want the brown balls.

Lee keeps saying brown BULBS but I hear BALLS.
Lee's Great Grandmother grew the plant in her yard.
Do you know what it is??
Lookie what we saw in our travels.  Lee says maybe that is for us.  Pack a few things that we cherish and hit the open road and let the taxes eat up the house then the city would foreclose and any extra money they got at auction they could mail us or not.  But our home is paid for.  So maybe we should take out a home improvement loan and walk away from that also.  Two people on the street have.  Lee has never walked away from anything her whole life.  But her frustration level is boiling!

A person bought the "I Love You More House".
And she came to our door, which our friend Janet answered, and did an interrogation loudly of us (other neighbors heard).  Accused Lee of sending them information regarding zoning then stated "there were ways around the law"Now don't you love that.  We were totally out of the loop.  Well the loop is running a commercial business on property zoned residential.

  Well Lee's hair stylist is getting her a sign to hang by our doorbell which reads
"If You Cannot Be a Rainbow
F*** Off"
It is a shame that the F word is the only word some of society understand.
That would have gone lovely with the Love The Neighbor Sign that we had in the front yard that was stolen.
I, Sweet William The Scot, think Puddles' neighbors moved here.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true
And your a friend of mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot
When Lee said she had rode her grandmother's horse over at the Indiana State Park where the BAR was we got called out for not showing Lee and told it was probably a lie.  Well here Lee is on her first pony ~ we have been going through a lot of pictures since doing our Ancestry work.  Lee is four in this picture yep hit the saddle early.

Since Lee's mother had Schizophrenia and always blamed Lee in her fits it is hard for Lee when she is accused of doing things she has not done and now she takes a very defensive attitude.  An even more defensive attitude since being assaulted in December.
See Ya!  Got to dig up some balls.

Monday, April 24, 2017

John Parker House

On our mini vacation last Fall we also visited the Parker House a National Historic Landmark, home of African-American abolitionist, John Parker.
He was the son of a black woman and white plantation owner in Virginia born in 1827.
He was sold to a doctor and was taught illegally to read.
His last owner allowed him to purchase his freedom in 1845 by earning extra money at a foundry.
A former slave who became a successful patented inventor and businessman.
He made Ripley, Ohio his home.
Ripley was a thriving abolitionist town, with over 300 members in the Ripley Anti-Slavery Society.
From his Front Street home he is credited with assisting hundreds of slaves to make their way north to freedom.
The borderlands along the Ohio River was waged around a few houses at the top of the river bank on Front Street.  The occupants of these houses were called the Midnight Marauders, very secretive and silent in their ways, but trustworthy and friendly to fugitive slaves.
His foundry sat where this park is today, next to his house.    
He has two patents for agricultural inventions, the earliest granted an African-American..
He married Miranda Boulden of Cincinnati, my Nati City.
Parker frequently crossed the Ohio River directly across from his home to bring fugitive slaves into Ohio, keeping the Underground Railroad filled with passengers.
During the Civil War, he was a major recruiter for the 27th Ohio Volunteer Infantry (Colored) Regiment. 
Parker was well-known for his activities, and there was a $1,000 price on his head across the river in Kentucky.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

Psss ~ In doing Lee's Ancestry research we found her 2nd great-grandfather, Aaron Stratton, was part of the 59th Ohio Infantry in the Union Army during the Civil War.  It was organized at Ripley, Ohio, September 12, 1861.  He was at the Battle of Shiloh.

Got to get to the Beach Party at Dory's Backyard!
Like a hula, hula hoop, hula, hula hoop, oh
Round and round your loving winds me up!
Do the Hula

Friday, April 14, 2017

Easter Greetings 2017

Happity Hoppity Easter Friends!

I thought I would show you what it takes for my Lee to make my postcard every year.
First Lee makes the paper.  Well that is sort of a misnomer.  You take scrap paper that we like the color of and shred it and put it into the blender with water to form a loose paste.  Then you pour it onto a screen and press with another screen. 
Sometimes we add flower seeds to our paper.
When it dries you very gently pull it off the screen.
We find vintage postcards at tag sales that Lee likes to somewhat imitate together to form our one card.

We spray an additive on before Lee starts to sketch so the color is less likely to run.
We use calligraphy pens with different color inks and watercolor paints.  Pens for detail and brushes for background.
You have to work around the picture and let it dry often so the colors don't bleed and it takes awhile.
When finished we spray again.  Then we have the postcard printed.
From a plain piece to a painted postcard.
Last year, 2016, now look!
Our creeping phlox that we planted on our newly built stone wall last year looks beautiful for Easter.
Our other stone wall has blue myrtle flowers blooming and ivy.
 Lee says no pee pee here. 
This year Lee is trying white roses and white hydrangea and red tulips for our table setting with blue dyed eggs.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Spring Is Popping Up Something New

Well two weeks ago I, Sweet William The Scot, had temperatures in the 60 degrees and all the wonderful flower buds started to open.  Then last week the temperature fell into teens and all the flowers were frosted and turned ugly brown like the magnolia tree above.  No beautiful magnolias, forsythia, white blossom trees all are brown and the daffodils are mush this year.
But instead of flowers popping out we have these signs popping up all over my community.
They say LOVE your neighbor.  No matter where you are from, we are glad you are our neighbor.
Your Black, Brown, Immigrant,
Disabled, Religously Different, LGBTQ, Fully Human Neighbor.
They are blooming like flowers.
Maybe because Lee got assaulted in December by a man who was against women's right to vote and women working, but we are feeling these signs more.
Maybe it is because of the hatred that has reared its ugly head with our last political election.
Ugly groups have risen and efforts are being made to speak out against them small like the signs and large like the Women's March on Washington and in other cities like my Nati City, a Sanctuary City.
We had a Ku Klux Klan sign left on our car.  Lee shredded the dam thing.
Last week us in America got to hear what cuts might be made in our government budget.
A lot of those cuts are aimed at the poor, weak and elderly.

We have a sign blooming in our yard!

And to be honest we don't LOVE all our neighbors but we tolerate (allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference
For Lee it is the woman who always yelled "Love You More" to her now ex husband or the woman who still has the Sarah Palin sign in her yard.  But hey whatever floats their boat.
Yep and for me it is that darn cat next door he gets on my nerves. 

But we are not having tweet storms in the night against anyone (if we have something to say we have the facts to back us up) nor kicking the crap out of them like what was done to Lee.  My Lee is having a hard time adjusting to all this hatred but I am helping her.
"See ya!"

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and aback again
Your heart is true and your a friend of mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

EF1 ~ Tornado

The weather siren sits on the school not more than four blocks from me.  But did the siren go off ~ no the darn thing was silent. 
Lee says she does not believe people when they say the weather is not changing.  While she was growing up she only remembers one tornado but since we have been blogging we have had three tornados. 
Yep in the wee hours on Wednesday the 1st Lee and I, Sweet William The Scot, was having a nice snooze when we were awoken by the front of our house rattling and being pelted by hail.
We did not hear a freight train sound but rather what sounded like someone wadding up bubble paper into a ball but louder like a thousand times decimals drowned in sound.
What we heard was trees cracking like match sticks.

First they said it was straight line winds that had hit going by at 82 miles an hour.
I walk this corner.
Then the weather authorities took a look at the radar and they saw what was circular winds had just sat down on my community.  Then puff it was gone.
Why we never had time to make it to our basement.
There is a house behind and under those tall cedars!
We got in the car as soon as it was getting light to assess the damage.  An this is why our electricity was off for a day. There were a whole row of electric poles that looked like this one.  At least it was a warm day.
It is strange how one side of the street can be a total disaster and the other side just a little mess. 
We had debris to clean up but our house held together and we suffered no major damage.

The weather authorities said the winds got to over a 100 miles an hour and that we had sustained a EF1 tornado.  An EF 1 has winds of 86-110 mph.
I'm going to sleep with one eye open and one ear up from now on.

Or maybe I will just have one more green beer then I won't care.

Thanks for being a friend
Traveling down the road and back again
Your heart is true and your a friend of mine
Signing Off
Sweet William The Scot