When Lisa Dreamt of Bees

Lisa Snellings has her Bug Out sale up over HERE. Here is a link to her Blog about it...

It's kind of exciting for me, as I just sent her all of the Bee Bits that she used. Like a couple of days ago. Earlier this year Sharon the Birdchick sent her hundreds of dead workers, who died, despite our loving attendance on them. (I also had to once send Lisa dead flies, which was NOT so fun.) Sharon and I have learned SO much about ourselves, and if it's not too corny, the world, and life and magic, tending these bees. It's like art in itself. And now Lisa has taken them, and made them into another bit of magic art. Full circle.

I was really tempted to go and bid this one, but then I thought "HEY! You would be buying your own honey, Dorkus!"

But you should. This is the only honey from our first year of Beekeeping that is going up for auction anywhere, and a portion of the proceeds are going to the CBLDF. And it is REALLY good honey, if I do say so myself. Straight from the Kitty Hive. And the first piece has the ACTUAL dead Queen Kitty the 2nd that I tended so faithfully, but in vain, she arrived too early, and that, as we all know, can be fatal.



The thing I like best about Lisa's work, is, like all great artists, (Or writers, or musicians) how she keeps evolving and changing. I love seeing what's in her mind. I love the things she dreams about. And like all great artists, writers and musicians when she dreams, she can take you there. And dreaming in her world is good.

And when Lisa dreams of Bees, it is beautiful.

For those of you wondering about Sundays Gig, nip over to Paul and Lorraine, I am just updating the info...

Love and Lisa and Bees,
Lorraine

How to REALLY Embaress Yourself...

The true Adventure of yesterday did not make itself known until this morning, when I tried to get out of bed and all I could feel was evil, stabbing, screaming pain in my knee!!!

I'll go back a bit. I didn't mention it yesterday, because, I didn't think it was either interesting or important, but while walking my Cat, I managed, gracefully, to fall down the steep hill in my front yard. Twisting my knee most horridly. At the time, I thought "MAN! That sure hurt!!!" and thought the same thru the evening, but since it was me, the laptop and Law and Order SUV on the couch, there wasn't much pain going on, except when I moved, and I thought, "well twisted your knee walking your cat, silly girl, it will be better in the morning"

Or not.

By the time I got to work, I was crying it hurt so badly.

Merry Housekeeper and I looked at it. She said she thought it was swollen, and I said "NO! I am just FAT!" And she said, "Well, only in the one knee then"

She had a point.

This being a small town, I was able to call my doctor, Dr Dan, and nip (as it were) right on in. (for me to go to the doctor, it has to be BAD.) It seems I tore something, tho the swelling has go down before we will know the extent. It could be just a muscle. Or ligaments. Or cartilage.

They suggested crutches, Advil, and heat.

I suggested a bed in the ICU with morphine drip. We compromised with Advil with codeine, and it still hurts just as much, but now I don't care.

Altho it is extremely embarrassing, there is some humour in being wheeled around the hospital and having people say "LORRAINE! How did you do this???" (small town, remember?) and replying "I fell down a hill while walking my Cat"

No one was able to keep a straight face.

Myself included.

Love and Pain,
Lorraine

Adventures? You decide.....

I had a think today about what in the world I could write about tonight that could possibly equal yesterday's adventure, and was not at all sure I could come up with anything. I mean, yesterday was truly an adventure of some magnitude.

But then, isn't every day?

Let's try a few things....

Woke up. Tea. Not much there.

Merry Housekeeper came over to help me paint my porch (ok, to be truthful, it ought to read paint my porch with absolutely no help from his painting challenged girl) and I discovered that not only had she done that, but also the railings of the deck outside, based on the fact that I told her a year ago I wanted it white, and had never got around to telling her I changed my mind.

Cool thing tho, I was right the first time, it looks great! (which had I had the painting of it, it would not have.) Interesting, but not an adventure.

Did some assistanting. Goes like this: No, no, no he can't, well maybe, Is it on a tropical island and do I get to go, no, soon promise, and NO!

Hardly worth a blog.

Planted some plants. If they grow, we shall no doubt later rejoice. If not, we can mourn together.

Music? Well, Paul and I are excited about this live cd thing, and have decided to learn some new songs, which we will share with each other for the first time as we record Live on Stage. This will be blog worthy in a couple of weeks, I have no doubt.

Took Dog for a couple of walks. Did NOT go near the evil bees. I had to Fed-ex Boss his Tux for BEA. One sends it in a suitcase, oddly enough, as that is what they are meant for. When I brought it down, poor Cabal began to whimper, and would NOT leave my side. To him, it means Someone is going away. I cheered him up riding my bike around, throwing toys, and some agility things. Wonderful fun, but I am certainly not going to take up your valuable time writing an entire paragraph which could be entitled "What I did With the Dog Today" I mean, really...

Read another couple of chapters of Sense and Sensibility. Love the prose, but good Gods, don't these people ever DO anything???

The Cat Wheel has arrived and Mim is the Cat Wheel Demon. She has learned when she runs too fast and spins around to the top, to jump off, rather than go crashing down, as she did at first. When I get video, THIS will be fun.

Aha. I have it. Adventure City.

I had heard that Bengals will walk on leashes. Seeing as how I have nothing going on right now, and so very much spare time, I thought, why not get a couple diamond studded collers and harnesses, and take the little fiends for a walk!

(File under "Seemed like a Good Idea at the time")

Actually, it wasn't so bad, Madame Mim had a blast, running all over, chasing nothing, and exploring everything. I enlisted the help of my ever patient neighbours, and Makela took Mim and I had the, "well it MIGHT be cool, but I am not committing myself" Venus.

For a small town we drew some really nice crowds. I may yet get famous. If only as The Crazy Lady who Takes Her Cats For Walks. And my camera battery charger will be here tomorrow! Pictures to come!!!! Promise! (I learned tonight you cannot take a photo of your cat on the cat wheel with your laptop. Nope.)

I think we will do this nightly. It is good to have a social life.

And adventures.

Love and Leashes,
Lorraine

The Day The Hives Hated Us!

The new Queen Olga came today. And she needed to get installed in her new hive, in her Queen Carrier, so the old Bees could get her scent and eat out the sugar and welcome her into her new home. So began a rather harrowing three hours.

We didn't know if the old Queen was dead, or gone or simply stopped laying eggs. If she was still alive, we would have to find her, and kill her.

At the beginning of this process, we were very sad about this. Not at all sure we could do it. By the end of the day tho, I was saying things like "If I find her, I will crush that no good non egg laying skanky Queen in my bare hands."

Sharon will do the full report over at her Blog, so you can get the details there. First, we had to go to the Mimko hive, which was doing very well, and take a frame of Brood, to give the Olga hive some new baby bees, until the new Queen could hatch her own.

Mimko hated this, as the hive thought, quite correctly, that we were stealing their brood, and they moved into Protect mode. For the first time since the first panicked day, I did not enjoy the Bee thing.

Little did we know...(Cue Music..)



At the Olga Hive, we had to take it apart and go thru 30 frames, all covered in bees on both sides. (it is worth noting that Eddi Izzard is playing here tonight. We could sure tell HIM something about being Covered in Bees!) and see if we could find the old Queen, with her big Queen Butt.

Olga bees have always been a little aggressive, but let me tell you, they HATED this. Sometimes, a bee or two will Bonk you, which is when they fly into you at full speed, like a tap on the shoulder to let you know "HEY! STUPID! This is like, a BEE HIVE! Beat It!" You smoke them with your mighty smoker and they back off.

Most times.

Sometimes a bee will sting you on your gloves. This releases something that tells the other bees "Trouble, my Comrades, come sting with me and die protecting the hive"

It is truly a somewhat stressful feeling, I can now tell you, to look down and see yourself covered in bees, all stinging you. And feel the constant Bonking at your head, like hail.

Remember, they can't get IN the bee suit. Nope. No way. This is what will keep you sane. Can't get in. Would NEVER happen.....(more music, scarier now...)

Unless, of course, you discover, looking down at your chest, which is covered in bees, you have forgotten to zip up your bee suit around the neck. (something I promise, you will never do twice.

I said something, calmly I am sure like SHARON MY SUIT IS UNZIPPED!!!!!!!!!! And she answered, just as calmly WALK AWAY WALK AWAY I WILL SMOKE YOU I WILL SMOKE YOU!!!!!!!

Fortunately the bees had not yet discovered this fact, and no one was IN the suit yet. But you can up the stress level a few notches. We began using the phrase,"I need a Bee Moment" which meant one of us was in danger of freaking, and we would walk away, get most of the bees off, and breathe, before going back in.

Mostly, Cabal is smart enough not to get close, and the bees have always left him alone. Until today. He started to get stung, and began snapping at the bees flying around him, and batting at them (he totally flailed) He also had bees stuck in his fur.

I got him bee free and calmer, and told him to stay away. (short version) but he was convinced I was going into danger and he needed to save me by moving in and attacking the bees. (up stress level) I convinced him that he had best stay in the car for the rest of the time. Here he is getting his revenge on the Bee Toy I bought him.



We finally got everything wrapped up, again, refer to Sharon for the full report. We went back to the car, feeling like we had been in a war, leaving our bee suits on, in case the ever aggressive Olga bees were still lingering.

As it turned out one was. IN Sharon's Bee Suit.

She started yelling BEE MOMENT BEE MOMENT and leapt from the moving car. I stopped the car and leapt for her. I pulled the zipper of the suit down, and saw the bee, and tried to grab for it, but Sharon did the fight or flight maneuver, and started running away across the field, I grabbed her suit from the back and pulled it from her, followed by her shirt.

There we were, in the dandelion covered field, full of bees. The stuff of high comedy.

When we got back in the car, darned if, oh yes, there was a bee flying around between us. Cut to screaming, batting, flailing....

Here is my final word on Bees today...



Love and Not so much Bees,
Lorraine