Monthly Archives: June 2012

Chicken Story

I get a lot of google hits from people searching out information about chickens.  I really should post more about my Girls.

So here we go: Funny Chicken Video #1, Ellie on a mission!

Ellie is a Welsummer hen, and the absolute sweetest animal I’ve ever owned.  She is pure love, and loves to snuggle on my lap and be petted and hugged.  Also in the video is Sookie (cat) and Jacks (dog).  Yes, they all three get along just fine.

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New Idea

I’m realizing I was thinking too small for the first stop on my Grand Vacation.  Instead of a few days in New York on my way over, what about a few days in Paris?   The airfare seems to work out to the same price!

Let me just say first that I’m not one of those girls who swoon over Paris.  I’ve never been all that attracted or interested in Paris, actually.  It would never be my destination of choice…but as a stop-over for a couple of days?  That would be perfect, since there are just a few things I would like to see in Paris.

Here is my list:

The Eiffel Tower.  Well, of course, doesn’t everyone?  But if I’m strapped for time, I’d settle for a walk-by, rather than a full-on, take the elevator to the top kind of visit.

Notre Dame.  I’m a sucker for huge, grand, gothic buildings…especially if they have gargoyles.  I adore gargoyles.

The Paris Opera House.  I’m even MORE of a sucker for grand theater buildings.

And this is the actual theater that inspired The Phantom of the Opera. Look, there’s even a lake under the theater!

The Catacombs.  I think ossuaries are the most fascinating things.  I’ve always wanted to visit one.

Bones are so beautiful.

And, since this list has been in reverse order of how much I’d like to see these attractions, here is my number one reason for wanting to spend a couple of days in Paris: Versailles.

And this, mostly because Marie Antoinette is one of my favorite people.  I want to see her Versailles…especially the Petit Trianon, and her fantasy village.  If I were a queen, this is exactly the sort of retreat I’d build for myself.

I want to spent an entire day here, just wandering.

So right now, that’s the plan.  Paris, Egypt, Jordan, and London.  I’m so excited I could explode, but I’m glad it’s still years away.  Planning and dreaming about a trip is one of the most enjoyable parts.

Until I can go to Egypt…

…I can  at least spend a few days in Morocco.  Well, at least a few nights in a Moroccan-themed hotel, in LA.  For my Feb shopping/Gallifrey One trip to LA next year, I found the most fab hotel.  Isn’t this just gorgeous?

 

http://www.figueroahotel.com/pages/about.html

Gorgeous Egypt Video

http://vimeo.com/5268649

Is there anywhere on earth with the same magical beauty as Egypt?  I don’t why this country pulls on me so strongly, but it does.

Egypt 2015

Maybe I’ll swim with dolphins!

And this?  This will DEFINITELY be me.

Memory after Death

Neil Gaiman recently answered a question on how he’d like to be remembered.

Funny, because I’ve considered this same question…and come to a similar conclusion.  I don’t care if anyone remembers me or not.  Once I’m gone from this world, I’ll be moving on to bigger and better things…and what anyone does with my ‘stuff’ or my ‘name’ doesn’t bother me at all.  That includes my body as well.  The last thing I’d want is some big memorial thing, with a costly coffin and grave.  That’s not me, that just…hair clippings and dust.  Just dig a hole somewhere and dump my body in.  And don’t bother going back to ‘visit’ me…I’m not there!  Actually, as long as I die after my mother (who is freaked out by this idea!) I’d love to donate my body to The Body Farm.  Might as well do some good with it, and I’ve long been fascinated by the work they do there.

But I actually didn’t intend to get into that.  What I’d like to happen after I die, is not to be remembered for hundreds of years, but to be completely forgotten.  And then, for some item I’ve created to be found, and some girl like myself to spend a few minutes enjoying that thing, and to wonder who I was, and why I made it.

Like with this piece of embroidery:

The only thing we know about this is that it was made by a child of 8 -11 years old.  (Wow!) We don’t know her name.  But how awesome it is to imagine her making it.  Why?  Was it intended to be a gift? For who?  And on what occasion?

Or this:

Or this:

I love the mystery more than the memory.