Mutants in the Fridge (228 words)
By Ronda Eden
Slimy bits of watermelon and all this yukky goo
Something green and furry, something all gone black
Some chips all dried and shriveled and what looks like a Big Mac!
No one likes to clean the fridge they’d rather let it be
They’re scared to take the lids off things
They’re scared of what they’ll see
The meat’s gone green and slimy and it’s really on the nose
The cheese has grown an overcoat and all the spuds have toes!
The veggies are quite clever, they take care of themselves
They turn themselves to liquid and move to other shelves
And if they’re left there long enough, they head toward the door
Then when you open up the fridge, they ooze onto the floor
Each day they’re growing bigger and changing shape and color
Some are getting brighter and some are getting duller
One day they might turn into, huge gigantic toads
And just keep getting bigger until the fridge explodes!
Whoa!
Then what a job will that be, to clean up that big mess
We’ll have to think of something
We’ll have to move I guess
Just thinking of this makes me tried
And makes me hungry too
But there mutants in the fridge and I don’t know what to do.
New character drawings for Peggy Lou the Emu. Note Peggy Lou's head is larger to add more 'cute appeal' she no longer carries a book and pencil and I've given her sneakers that are too big for her. I have also changed my colored pencil and ink technique.
My good friend Marjorie sent me this little Poem of truths.We both wish we wrote it.
Click on image to enlarge.This is how I describe my new web page on the Northernfront( see www.northernfront.net or links to the right) The things on the stove top are what I'm on about right now and the canisters on the shelf are what I've been doing for the past couple of decades. I had to put some things on the shelf to make room on the stove but that doesn't mean I can't reach up and grab one of those canisters from time to time. Maybe next year I'll be cookin' up something new.
G'day! I've just signed up for a page on a very nice virtual art gallery know as the Northern Front; brain child of prominent Laramie artist Terry Reid.Actually Terry describes it as follows......" www.northernfront.net Gallery of the Northern Front: Contemporary Art of the West/ a digital portfolio and resume service for professional artists." The page will help people figure out exactly what I'm up to in my cocoon studio here on the ranch. It will help me also to figure out what I'm up to which is quite a feat in itself. Right now it is a work in progress and my challenge is to create a description of the page in as 'concise' a manner as possible. First of all I have to come up with 'tags'. So please bear with me while I brainstorm.
It was getting dark and i was hurrying to bring horses in. I'd halted up a couple of lovely young horses to bring into there motel rooms in the port-a-stall. A couple of days ago they walked away from me so i took a bucket to them with the tiniest amount of grain in it. One of them really thought it was Xmas and dove in to ravage the bottom of the bucket. As i pull his head up it came up faster, a lot faster than i had anticipated and BOOM ... get the picture? Not the horse's fault just careless little ole me. So now I'm deaf in one ear and blind in one eye. I'm sure none of this is permanent, just some kind of wake up call.
Three weeks Down Under with the temperature hovering in between a lovely 75 to 100 F.Got to spend a lot of time with my sister and my dad which was the purpose of the visit to start with.Sister Julie and I stayed at her lovely cottage in Moonta before losing our way all over the southern Flinders Ranges looking for my horses. No, the horses are not and have never been lost, they are being looked after like kings at one of the South Australia's best bed and brekky accommodations, Bundaleer Homestead(previously blogged). It was us who were lost. Surprise, surprise! We just couldn't seem to follow anyones's, including our own directions.When we finally found the place where they were we still couldn't actually find them. They were there somewhere hiding on 250 acres of gum studded, rolling hills and bushland. After disturbing numerous mobs of roos enjoying their mid day naps in the shade of giant eucalpt trees we found 'the boys' grazing away merrily. By that time what had found us however was the 100 plus degree heat and swarms of pesky, sticky little flies.Ah Australia I had forgotten some of her finer points!
See here sister Julie in her little red sportsy job at Pt Hughes on the Yorke Pennicula not far from where Greg Norman is greating an extravegant playground for himself.We were pretending to be movie stars.Darrrrlings!
Went home to Aus for my Dad's 87th birthday and here is the bonza birthday boy blowing out an obviously well abreviated number of candles.Note the badge. A token compliments of my nephew who acquired it after more than a few beers at a Melbourne cup race day celebration.Dad doesn't get around as well as he used to but his mind, like his wit is sharp as a tack.
Our first fiftymiler! It was a great ride. Linda Fischer and her crew did a nice job as usual. Although co-hersed into doing the longer ride by Gary Brown, and not exactly my idea, it was a great way to end the season for me and the boy.Can't say we came in bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but we made it and in doing so have 'broken the ice' for doing actual 'endurance' rides. I wish we had better pictures of Flambeau's trailer buddy Ginger the mule. You can just see her behind a weary Flambeau in the top picture. With her Partner Amy on board she completed a 15 mile 'Rookie' ride with ease. Look out for those big beautiful ears on the 25 mile trails next year!
G'day, long time no blog! This is actually a letter to my sister Kaye who wants to know what's going on at the ranch.She writes to me diligently and I'm always too busy or tired to return the favour.But here it is early in the morning and i have a little time.
See here the new addition to the house and Mernie in the midst of it all. It will be great to be able to get inside out of the harsh weather and shed at least three layers of clothing and five layers of hay and manure before actually entering our living space.This has been on the list for quite a while and is finally taking form.(See in front our margaritta mixer now being use for concrete!)
The ranch is almost full to the brim with equines and we are on the hop from dawn to dusk. There are 59 horses and one mule to date and we are expecting a couple more horses for the morton barn in October.A lot of work and a hell of a lot of poop!Just as well we love it. We worked out that if we hired someone we wouldn't be making any money so Mernie has quit his job as of Sept 25th and is coming to work for me! This should be interesting! Actually I jest. Its really hard to get good help and there's no better than Mern.
Mern's Mum has been with us for the passed two weeks. She lives in California so the altitude and weather is a little hard on her. She is 81 and her memory is sliding but she is a real dear and gets around incredible well for her age. She suffers from the usual aches and pains but doesn't always remember that she does so there's some advantage to memory loss.Its been nice having all our clothes folded up nicely and the kitchen tidied up all the time.She loves to wander around the ranch looking at the horses and talking to all the boarders out here.She loves to chat to everyone just like my Dad. Pity those two can't get together.
My horse Flambeau is going great. Our next ride will be a 25 or 50mile in Denver on the 8th of Oct.I'm not sure whether I will get the time off to go but i hope so coz it will be the last one before the snow blows.I'm also riding a couple of horses for other people so i don't know how much training i will get in.Right now I'm riding him about three times per week which is much less than i was.Of course he does at least ten miles a lot of the time so he's still pretty fit.
Well that's about all I have time to write. I need to go get Mern off to work then feed horses and clean stalls.Cheers for now. Ronda.
