Do It Myself Blog – Glenda Watson Hyatt

Sixteen years ago today, my aunt placed a tiny 5-6 week old (exact birth date unknown) brown tabby kitten on my lap. There she stayed. I wasn’t sure she could walk the first couple of days. Faith and I have been inseparable ever since.

She was still such a young kitty that she tried, repeatedly, nursing from my neck. She still does on occasion. (Do cats have bad dreams and need comforting?) There’s nothing like being awakened by a kitty claw in the jugular vein and being smothered in kitty kisses.

Faith is equally content curled up behind my knees. (Not my most photogenic side…oh well…)

While working at my desk, Faith often in her cathouse, right beside me…when she isn’t sprawled out on the desk.

M-m-m good!

How could I ever say no to this adorable face?

She is constantly washing herself…

Constantly…

And the photo shoot is over…

Happy sweet 16, Faith! Thank you for being a good kitty.

For the last few years i have recorded my site stats on Saturdays; the one time each week when I checked my stats and wrote them down. Why I chose Saturday i do not know. But, turning on my computer to complete that task, I typically ended up doing other things on there and ended up frittering away more of my Saturday than I had intended.

I do not recall an extended period of time since elementary school (before homework began) when I had my weekends totally off, guilt free. This past weekend I chose to change that; I chose to reclaim my weekends.

Saturday I checked out our annual Party for the Planet at Central City (mere blocks away) for the sole purpose of scoring a tree seedling. I received one last year; one that sat neglected in a container of water (that often went dry) on the kitchen counter for months. I killed the seedling because I was “too busy” to plant the thing. How anti-planet is that? Oh, the guilt.

Saturday I scored another Shore Pine seedling. Sunday I planted it: a symbol of new growth, new opportunity, new life.

In the process I had a “damn cp” moment and broke off the tip. A bonsai’d pine?

With the seedling planted, I then turned my attention to our badly neglected deck (with assistance from my trusty Chief Feline Officer Faith)…

The first step was to sweep, which took me nearly four hours – my back vehemently protested the next day. The complete makeover will take a few weeks, depending upon how body parts hold up. I will post more pictures once its done.

While moving one planter filled with weeds, I discovered we had a new neighbour. How cool is this…

Choosing to reclaim my weekends…another benefit of the 4-Hour Workday project.

Are your weekends truly yours? If not, what would enable you to reclaim them, or, at least a portion? Share in the comments below.

Once upon a time there were three adorable Golden Bunnies, happy and carefree. Sadly, one day a big monster came and devoured every tasty, chocolate-y morsel of two of the bunnies. All that remained was their two collars with gold bells…

You are the last remaining Golden Bunny. What do you do? Do you concede to the same doomed fate? Do you learn from the past tragedy and focus on being a survivor? Or do you discover a third option?

Share in the comments below.

On beautiful days Darrell and I grab our respective cameras and head out somewhere we can easily get to. These photo wheels have become an outside activity we are able to enjoy together.

I frequently share a day’s best photos in a post, like the Easter bouquet a few days ago.

What I don’t share are the umpteen shots that don’t make the cut because of my shaky cerebral palsy and my not-quite-perfected camera mount. That is, not until now…perhaps there is beauty hidden somewhere in the outtakes…

Then I get the one I was aiming for…or almost, which only means I still have something to keep shooting for and isn’t that what photography is all about…

Once Darrell and I get home and have had time to go through our own photos, we show each other our successes (and failures).

I love this one Darrell took me trying to look through my camera with it mounted to my scooter and tilted upwards. It explains why I have so many outtakes.

What makes me grateful is that, because of the technology, I now have photography as a hobby. I would have never had the freedom to take so many outtakes for those few decent ones had I needed to pay for film processing.