Curiouser and Curiouser

The Real Queens of Romania

“To the Looking-glass world it was Alice that said, I’ve a scepter in hand, I’ve   a crown on my head; Let the Looking-glass creatures, whatever they be Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”

Yes, it’s been a queen’s week for me. I participated in the show at Maryhill Art Museum and showed for the first time my watercolor/collages of the Queens of Maryhill. They were a big hit and I think “Royalty for Everyone” will now be my motto. All of us want to be Queens or Kings in our heart and rightly so. The weather out on the eastern gorge was beautiful and cool. We passed lots and lots of wineries on the drive out. The whole of highway 14 after the Dalles exit seems to be grapes, grapes and more grapes. The art at the show was high quality and all in all it was an excellent weekend. There was an astronomy booth filled with the guys from the Observatory in Goldendale. (If you know nothing about this you must Google it and you’re in for a big surprise). There was also a Three-D art booth that of course I loved. I bought two cards, one Three-D card of Multnomah Falls that I will send to my friend in Liverpool, Maureen. She’s in love with Multnomah Falls as am I. The other three-D card was one of a painting of Van Gogh’s made into a viewer so it looks like it pops right out at you!  This will go to my friend Bill who needs a little laughter right now.    

This is dangerous

 “Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran;Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea–And welcome Queen Alice with thirty times three!”

This Queen Alice (aka me) spent Wednesday trying to wrangle three squirrelly black cats to the vet on her own. First the problem was finding the kitties that seem to hide when their carriers come anywhere near them. They find impossible places and seem to disappear into thin air as easy as the Cheshire Cat. I finally got the two little ones into one carrier. Since they are both about 10 pounds a piece I had to strain to get them into the back seat of the car. Then I tried to find Arlo. Arlo, being very smart and awfully sneaky, ran past me, up the stairs to the bedroom and flew under the King size bed, stopping and lying down right in the exact center spot so I couldn’t reach him. Of course Arlo knows about my fake knees (long story) and the fact that I cannot crawl under the bed to reach him so he just grinned at me as I tried to figure a way to chase him out. I went downstairs and left him there. I got the treats. I shook the treats. I could see his head pop out at the top of the stairs. I went after him. He ran into the closet and I dived (YES I dived) and grabbed him, finally putting him into his carrier and getting in the car. They whined and cried all the way as we drove to Bingen. My kitties hate not being at home. We get to the vet. Holly and Berry run out of their carrier and proceed to jump up on to everything in the exam room, knocking down soap and solutions and exploring everything. They finally open all of the cupboards and decide to shut themselves up in one deep space  under the exam table. Then there was Arlo. I had to shake him upside down out of his carrier and then he went straight to the corner of the room, under a little ledge and flattened himself out like a pancake. He figured if he made himself very small and flat no one would notice him. He would be invisible.  When Dr. Craig Vance (our hero) came in he and the nurses laughed at the two girls hidden away in the cupboard, by now playing with anything they could get their hands on. Arlo, I swear, looked like a small piece of lint by that time.  And so it goes.

 ‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak— Pray, how did you manage to do it?’

I found out my diabetes is worse and now I’m trying to take meds for it. The meds make me sick and I feel like my body is turning against me. So…I’m trying to change my old lunch-mouth habits and going on a low carb diet and learning to take my blood sugar. For a long time I was in denial, but now I can’t ignore it any more. My blood sugar is a mystery to me but I have classes at good old Kaiser next month that should help change all that. I swear when I die they’re going to chisel that Kaiser number on my grave. Anyway, I crave all sweets, cookies, gallons of real Coke, potatoes, fries, and all that good stuff. Never to be enjoyed again. Splenda is my new friend and I don’t like her so much.

 No new news on the Anita Wolf situation. I have an interview with a close personal friend of hers during the second week of September. Maybe I’ll find out more good stuff then. She is not allowed visitors or correspondence at the Goldendale Jail. Hornets have surpassed murder as the subject of discussion here in Timber Valley for the time being. But Cody and I will be back on the job soon.

 “In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die.” –Lewis Carroll

Saint of the School Bus Drivers

 Happy back to school for some of you! Be kind to your bus drivers. It’s Tavish, my grandson’s first attempt at public school. I wish him to be the best! He’s of course the most gifted and creative.  I’ll be doing the Kings Mountain Fair in California over Labor Day.  All of you pray that I’ll meet Neil Young in a bar in the Redwoods.  I’ll be drinking water of course.

4 thoughts on “Curiouser and Curiouser

  1. Veronica St. James

    To Queen Alice, the Most Splendid (or should that be Splenda?) Queen of the Universe,
    You are the Real Thing, complete with troubles and joys, triumphs and challenges. So loved by all of us. Keep on keepin on. We love you and believe in you as our surpreme ruler of all women and artists!

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  2. Sue Martin

    Your new paintings are wonderful, Your Majesty! I trust the kitties passed their physical exams? Just got home tonight from Atlanta; I think (not sure) Paco missed me and is happy to have me home.

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