Under Penalty


I’m sure whoever ripped this off the dog bed and left it on the living room floor fully intended to be “the consumer” but was interrupted by a squirrel or something equally catastrophic. Odds are, one of these two little angels is the guilty party.

Today my house seems like a grandmother’s house. I mean that in good ways. The air is redolent with the scents of baking and of collard greens and zipper cream peas simmering on the stove. Outside, the sun shines gently on the morning glories climbing the fence. There’s a new flower on the gerber daisy, and the impatiens, delighted by the milder weather, have begun to bloom again. I just need some little ones to play dress-up with the dogs and a bit of sewing to do, and I might as well be 135.

Speaking of sewing, Project Runway has finished its regular season and only has the Fashion Week competition left. This means I should be working on a final collection, and I am…

Clueless.

Wishing for inspiration.

Not soliciting inspiration. I can’t create to other people’s specifications in doll fashion any more than in writing or painting. It has to be something that catches my fancy from within.

So I’m waiting…and wishing…

Waiting…waiting…

I was out shopping with Tim on Saturday (you can read about that and other things related to this post on his blog here), and I impulsively spent money I don’t have on furniture I hadn’t planned to buy. But it was ANTIQUE. And a good deal! And I even bargained, which is something I don’t do. I bought a reupholstered chair and love seat that the seller estimates are about a hundred years old–that’s even older than my house (eightyish) and ME (ageless). But I bought them just before Ja-vi Custom-made and Antique Furniture closed for the day, and they aren’t open on Sunday or Monday, so I had to wait until today for them! In Aries Instant Gratification Days, that’s two hundred years.

So Tom said he’d go into work late this morning; then my sister-wife Kathy arrived with her truck at nine, and off they went. Except the shop didn’t open until ELEVEN. If only I could read their web site, I would have known I had to wait another twenty Aries years.

But finally the furniture is here. After Kathy and Tom left, I arranged everything about a dozen ways, because even though the new pieces have their own kind of largeness, they’re smaller than what I took out and better suited to my living room. Finally, I was satisfied, and made a couple of dog-related decisions.


1. I would put my mother’s blanket chest under the window behind the love seat so the dogs can jump on the chest and watch Rex TV (the street) without being on the new furniture and potentially scratching the wood with their toenails.
2. I would put easily-washed quilts on the furniture so that when the dogs jump on it–and they will, blanket chest notwithstanding–I have a shot at keeping dog hair and stink off of it.

I had reckoned without Margot’s burrowing instincts. I went into the living room earlier to show Tim the arrangement, and the quilt on the love seat was already in a big pile. I smoothed it back in place and took a photo of Guinness there.

And here’s Margot in the nest she made on the chair.

Looking forward to Tim’s dogs building forts out of the quilts later today.

A very green Thursday

After six years of use including countless dog naps and even serving as a dog playground–I’m looking at you, Pixie and Sugar–the quilt on our bed is in need of a bit of mending. It’s one of those projects I won’t get around to quickly enough to keep the threadbare places from proving irresistible to at least a couple of Compound canines who are into the, shall we say, fiber arts. So while Tim and I were out and about on Thursday, he spied a REALLY good deal on a quilt and shams that I liked, and presto!

Guinness and Margot think it’ll be okay once it gets some dog stink on it.

And a certain Miss Penny already bit it, so it’s officially part of The Compound now.

Tim was also helpful in directing Tom to exactly the rain barrel we wanted. It was at Whole Foods and was no more costly than the ones that weren’t quite right at Home Depot. Made by Epoch Solutions, it’s been repurposed and reconditioned from a container once used for olives. It has all the features we were looking for and is larger than even I’d hoped at 55 gallons. We’ve already begun putting our gray water in it, and it’s poised to begin collecting rain water from our roof when it rains again. And it WILL RAIN AGAIN. Dammit.

Cool, clear water

Tim brought his dogs over earlier, and Pixie got worked up when she looked out the front door. A squirrel was lying, legs splayed, on the front porch, which is stone and usually a little cooler than everywhere else. I also keep a bucket of water there for the dogs to get a quick drink when they’re running around outside. Margot and Penny, in particular, like this, as do Lynne’s dogs when they’re visiting. Apparently since Houston now has a mandatory watering ban, Mr. Squirrel can’t find his usual sources and wanted a drink from the bucket, which is fine by me. One of the reasons I like watering the yard is that it makes the birds and squirrels happy.

This year in particular, we have spent a lot of money on our yard: getting professionals to remove and prune trees; covering areas of the yard with landscaping options other than water-greedy grass or plantings; keeping more plants and flowers in pots because I can better control and limit the amount of water they need. There was no way of knowing when we had new sod put in that this kind of crazy heat and drought would hit. We have had a lot of success with the sod in some parts of the yard, and I’m hoping those sections are well enough established to survive with the two waterings a week we’re allowed. If not, eventually maybe the entire Compound grounds will use creative alternatives to grass.

I’m well aware that there are parts of the world where drought is leading to hunger and disease. I know I’m fortunate to live in this country. When I articulate my frustration over the state of things, it isn’t just because of the money I’ve spent that will probably all burn up. It isn’t because I selfishly want a lush yard. It’s because I know that for all of us, flowering and healthy lawns and beds can help maintain nature’s delicate balance, from insects to rodents to lizards. Even when our moisture brings mosquitoes, which I loathe, I recognize that mosquitoes are a food source for frogs and bats, which have their place in the system, too. I’m not just bitching; I’m concerned about the bigger picture.

Some of the things suggested by the city to conserve water during the ban include taking shorter showers (and showers, in general, use less water than baths; we are all shower people at The Compound); not leaving the water running while brushing teeth (I don’t); doing only full loads of laundry and dishes (we already do that with laundry, and we don’t have a dishwasher, so we always use a lot less water in the kitchen than dishwashers require); and watering only between the hours of eight p.m. and ten a.m. on our permitted days. Suggestions that don’t apply to us are not washing personal vehicles, not washing down sidewalks, driveways, or other hard-surfaced areas, and not refilling outdoor swimming pools, spas, or whirlpools.

At The Compound, we are looking for even more long-term solutions to manage water wisely. As I said, we have less ground surface now that needs water. In addition, something Tim has long wanted to do is buy a rain barrel to collect rain for helping water the yard. Of course, we’re not getting rain now, but we will again, so it’s a good idea. There’s also another advantage to getting a rain barrel now. We’ve just implemented a new gray-water practice, putting containers in our bathtubs to catch spray from our showers. This water can then be used to water some of our flowerbeds and potted plants in the evenings when more water will be absorbed than will evaporate. Until the watering ban is lifted, that water and a lot of my dishwater could be saved in the rain barrel. Since our soaps and shampoos are environmentally friendly, this gray water will be a good source for our plants even when the heat wave breaks and the rains return. Finally, another good use for a rain barrel is if city water is ever off (as it has been sometimes after a hurricane), gray water can be used to flush toilets.

Smart water use is something we can practice all the time at The Compound, and I’m sharing this information in case it might help anyone else.