I just spent the last few days putting together a mess of cards to sell at the Ho`ike and Hawaiian Festival. Carving the blocks, mixing the inks, breyering, inking, pressing, rolling and...viola! I've got six designs now, Kalo (taro) Huikala (the fishhook), `Uli`uli, Ukulele, Ipuheke and Pahu (the drum). Soon, they can be found on PasifikBridge.com but for now, I mean after I post them, you can buy them at antonogurl.etsy.com. Mahalo!
You may have heard me refer to him as greasy, much to Jereme's dismay. But he feels slick to me. Not fuzzy and soft at all. Upon petting your hand becomes coated with a combination of dirt and what could be Crisco. He's an odd fellow, preferring lettuce to chicken or tuna. He never cared for treats until Jereme found he likes greenies.
With the new house and a fancy come-n-go cat door, he has taken to being quiet agreeable, even sweet at times. Running from under bushes and across lawns to greet us or send us off with well wishes for the day. We often catch him out in the yard, enthralled with butterflies and bugs, contemplating sunbeams.
Today however, we awoke to find him lying about with a swollen puss-y abscess on his face. It seems he may have bitten in the face by another cat. There are a few strays in the area and with our yard filled with trees, which means birds and squirrels, Moltar is not alone. Off to the vet this morning to hear he needs immediate surgery and will have tubes to drain swollen abscess and a lampshade to wear for the next few days.
Poor fella.
The fushia and white peonies have now gone and replacing them are orange, orange! lilies. The Japanese Snowbell is fading away, but the roses in yellows and pinks are everywhere. I don't even like roses. But they've come in so fat and healthy, the size of grapefruits and not what I imagine old ladies to dote over at all. I suppose I'll keep them.
The chard and spinach which I thought surely would crisp, wither and die with the heatspell, all made it thanks to heavy watering and specially placed umbrellas. Not sure what exactly it was (all three?) but today it seemed they'd all grown half a foot. Yay! Mr Owen Fluoride will be most happy to know his snacks are safe.
I spent the evening dancing hula at Esther Short Park with my hula sisters and readying for the upcoming Hapa show at the Oregon Zoo. In spite of the cigarette butts, vomit, and odd assortment of local punks and crazies dancing at the park brings, it was a lovely evening. Home to find Mr.C waiting with an ice cold Manhattan and dinner. Wow, what a treat!