Kiwi Tales

The SIX eyed monster

The day started out much the same except for two things. I have the Yank home 24/7 as The Times chose to save her from a death worse than misery itself by cutting the ties. First let me go back a step in time. As part as their pathetic attempt to keep slum landlord Sam Zells greedy aquisition of The Time afloat, the Chicago thugs...opps.did I say that? Ok...thumbscrewers came in and changed the healthcare package, part of their costcutting effort. Ho Hum. NOW...what does that mean?  I can hear you say. It MEANT that the WORKERS of the once prestigeous LA Times now have  a healthcare plan akin to a third world country. BUT...it cost the workers the same. Just more co pay and crappier people to deal with. NOW...I am writing this a little late but whats new lol. Its changed once again and we now currently have NO healthcare but that's not the story. My blurb is about eyes and the pariphenalia that must adorn them as we age.

The Yank and The Kiwi have been going to 20/20 vision for about 6 or so year. We love the Doc and we love Jennifer the ever so patient meticulous optometrist a gal could wish for. We loved our yearly visits. We trust them both with our eyeballs. When the healthcare package went to the dogs we decided to stay with Dr Everett as she knows our eyes inside out. She marvels at my tortured veins and is ever so grateful we haven't pulled apart any of her machines looking for interesting adornments to play with. Theres a real trust between us, something that is sorely lacking with most other medical professionals in our lives currently.

We had to go elsewhere to get our perscription filled and there the horror began, we couldn't take our Jennifer with us. A list in hand we started at the closest joint. ICK and the Jennifer wannabee was horrid. Nothing worthy of adorning our eyes and the wee suitcase holding the specs for the peasant class looked like something from the backstreets ofsome eastern bloc reject pile. Did I mention the PLAN Sam Zell had given the LA Times staff was a peasant plan? That's irrelevant now but I had to mention it for the story's sake.

Ok...onward and upward. OFF to Sams Club and Walmart... DOUBLE ICK...there was some HOSPITAL eye place somewhere in there but I threw a paddy and didn't want to even have anything to do with it. I missed my Jennifer! Hours and fign hours later we ended up at another joint, it looked promising, more selection, laughter and a gal that did her best to be our NEW Jennifer. The dreaded suitcase came out. Its a peasant thing. The suitcase and the peasant plan are one and the same, joined at the hinge. We both found glasses on the wall and decided on those. Hours had passed, we both felt a sense of loss . Its  a good thing though. Its very much a case of "tis better to have loved and to have hold then never loved at all." NOT to freak Jennifer out at all lol but we have her in our life and She comes to our "Art In The Yard " Do's and sometime we will all go for Thai together at our fave Thai joint. The Yank and The Kiwi appreciate the professional friendly treatment 20/20 vision has bestowed on them over the years and even though The Kiwi must now wear two different pairs of glasses for different tasks no personal grudge is held.

 

The Fly Whisperer aka The Kiwi

Just got in from rounding up some flies and herding them towards fly heaven. I don't know about you, but The Kiwi hates flies, especially when she is preparing food. Probably because the American flies reminds her of the Australian flies, badly behaved and totally irreverent. The Yank gets majorly demented over ants but that is another story. But with flies, she sure is a sight to behold as she flings herself around the kitchen puffing herself up to look ten times bigger. Its enough to scare the wings off the dirty wee blighters and make them drop the food out of their mouth whilst flying in fright. A gal can't even leave the backdoor open without the little buggers using the place like a drive thru. Now where was I?
OH... wherever I went, there I was [and so were the flies] To cut a long story short and save you all from the cliches. I've been a badddddd Kiwi blog mistress. So beat me!

Months have passed, seasons have changed, we have a new Prez, what else, hmmmmmm. We both have some new grey hairs and I am also pleased to say we have just had yet another "Art in The Yard" flingette. This time I really concentrated on our table display setting it up the night before under the covered patio.  I was remiss last time and totally neglected our space table as I wandered around like mother hen making sure all the participants were ok with their allotted areas, cooked breakfast for 25 and took care of any special needs. The Yank was busy with her tasks and before you knew it BAM... the gates were opened. Sooooooo... in a nutshell, we kicked butt with our area this time, lots of nooks and crannies with new creations made using a lot of YanKiwi product. From hand stamped earrings, bracelets and pendants; to cards, tags and stained glass sun-catchers made by the both of us. The Yank had worked hard and long at kicking the garden up a notch even threatening the grass to grow, or else! The birdlife was out in force, fountains were flowing. 100's of attendees/friends/buyers enjoyed a fine afternoon in our garden and a fun time, food and wine was shared. We even had a chair masseuse this time and she was kept busy.
    Currently, I am so excited I can barely contain myself as I have a new project underway. The Kiwi is inspired. Its been a while and I'm enjoying the flow whilst looking forward to the next show in November. The Yank and The Kiwi will be working on some garden art to include hypertufa pots, troughs and other gorgeous organic growths that we can think of when playing with said mixture. Watch this space for pics... In the interim I am off, back to the shade of the lower patio to work on my current itches. The Yank is uploading a pic to our SALE page at the virtual convention our ghosts are presently attending at The Rubberstampchat site. Check it out, it runs till Monday eve. I am not going to make any more loose promises to be frequent with my bloggett. I am going to work at the least to be better as the Yank threatened to send me to the fly farm where I will have no choice but to constantly run around in circles, fly swat in hand instead of the dremel. I am pretty sure that can be seen as the equivalent as limbo for some of you.

Tootles for now.

The Kiwi

OH...p.s. The Yank wanted me to mention that the reason we have flies is the WEATHER and the fact that I leave the door open with no screen. Its NOT because I leave crumbs on the bench. I repeat. It is NOT because I leave crumbs on the bench... that would be countertop for the American readers.