Bless me Internets, it has been sixteen days since my last confession...
I am blaming: 1.) the heat 2.) Typepad being wonky 3.) extreme laziness
First let me start out with this -
That would be a wee tiny humming bird with a wing that just ain't right. I found it on the sidewalk in front of my work, set it in some bushes, came back after work and it was still there and still alive but weak. So I fed it some sugar water through a coffee stirrer and brought it home.
I constructed a wee cage out of window screening and a cardboard box. I have been feeding it as often as it will take it and set up a feeder on the side of the box.
It is none too pleased but the wing is looking better (not at quite a scary angle anymore). I have left a message for a local hummingbird bander so hopefully she will take it or give me some advice on what to do. My co-worker's advice was to break its neck or step on its head. Um, no. She said I was a wuss. But maybe the bander will tell me something similar.
I don't know, I just couldn't not try. If it is going to die anyway, I have to try.
I have successfully rehabbed a dove with an injured wing, but I haven't quite figured out how to splint a hummingbird wing. And even if I can get it flying, it maybe too late for it to fly south for the winter. Hummingbirds are pretty complex for such tiny things.
Also, they are so, so wee and light to hold in your hand, like a ball of dandelion fluff. And their tongues are a mile long and thinner than a blade of grass.
It has been a busy time at work, I have been staring at excel spreadsheets for an eon and want to tear my eyes out. Thankfully, I should be done by the end of the week.
Also, Timmy leaves on his tour at the end of the week. I am really anxious about it. Timmy off in the world and me alone in the house. I would like to think I will get some extraordinary acts of crafting done, but most likely I will just build up extraordinary amounts of dishes in the sink.
I will actually be leaving for Washington DC before he gets back so we really won't see each other for over two weeks. That kinda sucks, cause, you know, I love him and junk.
Last weekend we went to a tiny burg a couple hours east of here so Timmy could play a gig. Let me tell you those hardcore kids love Timmy. Which is weird because Timmy's music is pretty far from hardcore music-wise, but they buy all his CDs and whoop excitedly, so you can't argue with that.
I am currently working on Timmy's merch case for the tour. It is an old beat up briefcase he has had forever and I ripped out the guts, put in dividers, lined it and put on some felt "wings" to hold buttons and patches. I am also making Angry Panda dolls (which Timmy wants to sell for $5 and I am like "hell no, asshole! I worked hard on these and could sell them for $15 at least!" And he is all "well, it is only important that they sell - $7." Me, "$10!" Him, "$7." Me, "$8, at the very least!" Him,"I don't know that is pretty close to $10." Me, charlie brown style, "arrrrrgh!") and patches. I will be very busy between now and friday, because while I have started all these things, I haven't finished a one and I got all distracted by a teensy bird last night and didn't work on them at all.
So, just a warning, if might be a while before I post again... please forgive!
We have been pretty busy at Ye Olde Whitty Homesteade. Seven of Timmy's friends are coming in from all corners of the globe (or at least all corners of St. Louis and Chicago) to rock in our basement for three days straight.
I was really mean and made Timmy clean the house in preparation while I created a little burrow of fabric and thread and needles up in the craft room to hide in. I am afraid of people in our house. I can only be so clever and wonderful for so long.
This morning while wandering around in my ratty bathrobe, I ran into Timmy's friend Tim.
Luckily, I played it cool, I was all ' I'm not naked under this robe at all. Nope. Not me. Let's pretend this never happened. No nudity in this house! No sir!'
The rocking has yet to begin. The rest of the crew comes in this afternoon and the rocking will start. And it will be fine. Right?
I am kinda concerned about my sleeping. As I can be not so much my charming self when I don't get my 8 winks. I am imagine me going into a rampage because someone didn't use a coaster. And for some reason I have been obsessing for the last week that Timmy's friends will realize what a raging bitch I truly am and whisper about how much they pity Timmy... but that is probably just crazy whitty talking there. Heh. heh heh.
In other news: booties. I made them. They are imperfect. And also, I realized that I made brown and blue booties for a girl baby. Is that okay? They are more like brown and teal. I may have to remake them in pink. They are super easy and very satisfying because they are so damn cute.
I am stumped on Kate's Easter dress. I don't know how to fix it. I will keep plodding along I guess.
I made two skirts! Damn straight! I am awesome! Really awesome... or so I keep telling myself.
Sigh. People in my house... back to the craft burrow!