Archive | April, 2013

Flowers

19 Apr

Spring has been really late in New England this year. But it is coming. Trees are starting to bloom all around the neighborhood. In my own little garden, the star magnolia and azalea (in pots) are coming to life, and that means everything else will soon follow.

After all the bombs and lockdowns and craziness of this awful week, it’s nice to just look at some flowers and admire Nature.

Star magnolia

Star magnolia

Back garden

Back garden

Azalea

Azalea

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Leopard paper back up

15 Apr

The leopard wallpaper I used in this bathroom is discontinued (I discovered this a few years ago when I wanted to paper the ceiling with the same), so I only have a few precious scraps of it. Luckily, it’s a totally random match (and it’s dark in there) so you can basically throw up an uneven piece anywhere and no one is the wiser. So here is the completed wallpaper patching:

Wallpaper fixed.

Wallpaper fixed.

Art back up.

Art back up.

Not bad if I do say so myself. And you may also notice that I skim coated and sanded the ceiling. Now a wise person would have painted and primed the ceiling prior to putting the artwork back, but it was all sitting on my washing machine and I needed to do some laundry, (plus I don’t have any more of the gold paint), so I figured I’d put up the paper and re-hang the artwork first, then I’ll be very very careful (ha ha ha) when I prime and paint.

In other news, I did a little re-org with some of the art in there and moved this print to the kitchen on what had been an unforgivably bare wall:

Woodcut from Assisi.

Woodcut from Assisi.

 

Whenever I go to Assisi, I pick up one or two of these remarkable woodcuts from an artist there. I think it looks nicer here than in the powder room.

Here are two others by the same artist also in the ktichen:

Two other Assisis views

Two other Assisis views

Closer shot

Closer shot

 

They are all views of Assisi or scenes from Saint Francis’ life. They’re beautiful and intricate. I have them all around the house and like to give them as gifts, too.

So that’s the news here.

Always look on the bright side of life. Da dum, da dum, da dum da dum da dum.

13 Apr

Monty Python’s little ditty “Always look on the bright side of life” was playing in my head as I just put up this nifty sheetrock corner tape stuff that I found at the Home Depot today. Who knew? Probably professional contractors who install sheetrock for a living. But I love to learn new things and was dead chuffed to learn about this stuff. So I slapped some up there (“carefully” cutting it to the correct size for each length of wall and adhering it with joint compound) and put a thin skim coat over the whole bare piece of  ‘rock (that’s trade lingo, you know, I’m cool). I’ll sand it tomorrow morning before church and see if I can get away with it as is or if it needs another coat.

In case you missed the moral of the tail, the bright side of the unfinished work is that I got to learn about sheetrock corner tape. Don’t grumble, give a whistle. 🙂

Corners filled in and one coat of compound

Corners filled in and one coat of compound

Magic sheetrock corner tape. $1.49

Magic sheetrock corner tape. $1.49

The trouble with contractors

13 Apr

I don’t know what it is with contractors. At the end of the job, they always seem to slack off and do poorer work. Do they know that you’re really fed up with them disrupting your routine and making a mess and you just want them to leave? Do they know you’ll just pay them and go and not make them do things the right way? Are they just sick of the job and stop caring? Who knows. Does this happen with other people or is it just me? I find that just about everyone I hire to do something around the house starts off doing quality work and then slacks off towards the end.

So it went with these guys, who did a really crappy and not satisfactory job of closing up the ceiling in the ground floor (leopard) bathroom. No sanding, not enough plastering (joint compounding), big gaps between the ceiling and wall, and they bought the cheapest and flimsiest toilet seat in the world to replace the one that was broken by falling debris. Sigh. Luckily, what they didn’t do is within my skillset, but I really wasn’t planning on spending the weekend plastering and sanding. Whatever, they’re gone, I can finish it, and THEN I can clean, but it’s disappointing. 

Non-finished ceiling.

Non-finished ceiling.

Non sanded joints.

Non sanded joints.

A light, yay!, Non-removed ceiling and non-anti-mold painted wall, boo.

A light, yay!, Non-removed ceiling and non-anti-mold painted wall, boo.

Whole lotta debris.

Whole lotta debris.

Where ceiling doesn't meet wall.

Where ceiling doesn’t meet wall.

Cats.

12 Apr

A Medievalist friend and I recently both watched the very charming animated film The Secret of Kells (you can watch it free — but with commercials — on Hulu in that link). I thought it was cute and well-animated, but she had a much richer viewing of it due to all her medievally knowledge. So she sent along this info, which is pretty charming, about Pangur Ban, the cat in the film (or fil-im if we’re hearing it in Irish):

Apologia: The Fullness of Christian Truth


“Where the Bishop is, there let the multitude of believers be;
even as where Jesus is, there is the Catholic Church” Ignatius of Antioch, 1st c. A.D


 

Pangur Ban


Before getting to the tale of Pangur Ban, let me relate to you a description of cats given by Bartolomaeus Anglicus (Bartholomew the Englishman), a 13th c. Franciscan monk and encyclopedist who wrote the 19-volume De Proprietatibus Rerum (On the Properties of Things), an exhaustive work on theology, medicine, the natural sciences, and geography, some time before A.D. 1260. He wrote that cats are

… a beast of uncertain hair and color. For some cat is white, some red, and some black, some calico and speckled in the feet and in the ears… And hath a great mouth and saw teeth and sharp and long tongue and pliant, thin, and subtle. And lappeth therewith when he drinketh… And he is a full lecherous in youth, swift, pliant and merry, and leapeth and rusheth on everything that is before him and is led by a straw, and playeth therewith; and is a right heavy beast in age and full sleepy, and lieth slyly in wait for mice and is aware where they be more by smell than by sight, and hunteth and rusheth on them in privy places. And when he taketh a mouse, he playeth therewith, and eateth him after the play. And is as it were wild, and goeth about in time of generation. Among cats in time of love is hard fighting for wives, and one scratcheth and rendeth the other grieviously with biting and with claws. And he maketh a ruthful noise and ghastful, when one proffereth to fight with one another, and unneth is hurt when he is thrown from a high place. And is a cruel beast when he is wild and runneth in woods and hunteth the small wild beasts… And falleth on his own feet when he falleth out of high place… And when he hath a fair skin, he is as it were proud thereof, and goeth fast about. And when his skin is burnt, then he bideth at home. And is oft for his fair skin taken of the skinner, and slain and flayed.

“Among cats in time of love is hard fighting for wives,” “And when he hath a fair skin, he is as it were proud thereof, and goeth fast about” — brilliant! And while we’re on the general topic of the cat in the medieval world, heed this sage advice from the so-called “Distaff Gospels,” a compendium of late 15th c. French “old wives tales” recounted as conversations between women sitting around together on long Winter nights. On the second night, the women say:

When you see a cat sitting in the sun in a window, licking her behind and not rubbing her ear with her leg, be sure that it will rain that very day…

..Lady Mehault Caillotte got up and said that it is true; indeed her washing is still in the laundry vat, and she dares not wash it because her cat does not stop licking her behind.

What an unfortunate mish-mash of personal pronouns! But what a great excuse for not doing the laundry: “Dear, I couldn’t possibly do the laundry today; I saw Tiddles licking her butt!” And there is more cat-wisdom to be learned; on the fifth night, the women say:

A woman who does not want to lose a good cat, if she has one, must rub the four legs with butter for three nights, and the cat will never leave the house.

“Good cat”? Ha! Rotten to the core, the lot of them — but we love them anyway!

Would you like to see a 15th century manuscript that got walked on by a medieval cat — who left his inky pawprints all over it? Click the picture on the left to enlarge. Click the picture to the right to see a manuscript written in Deventer, Netherlands in 1420 — and which has a large empty spot where a cat had peed on the page, forcing the scribe to write around it. He left a curse on the kitty, and all cats, which reads:

“Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum ostum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem uni cattie venire possunt.” (Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night. Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others too. And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.)
  

But let’s end this digression and move on to the absolutely delightful poem, Pangur Ban. It was written in the 8th or 9th century, on a 4-page manuscript (see picture at the bottom of the page) by an anonymous Irish Benedictine monk who lived in the extant St. Paul’s Monastery on Reichenau Island in Lake Constance (Bodensee), where Germany meets with Carinthia, Austria. Imagine the monk at night in his candlelit cell, delving into Sacred Scripture’s eternal Truths, together and happy with his kitty, who went about his own business. Little did he know that 1,200 years later, others would fall in love with Pangur Ban, too.


Pangur Ban

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.

Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

And here it is in the original language for you scholars out there:


Pangur Ban

Messe ocus Pangur Bán,
cechtar nathar fria saindan:
bíth a menmasam fri seilgg,
mu memna céin im saincheirdd.

Caraimse fos (ferr cach clu)
oc mu lebran, leir ingnu;
ni foirmtech frimm Pangur Bán:
caraid cesin a maccdán.

O ru biam (scél cen scís)
innar tegdais, ar n-oendís,
taithiunn, dichrichide clius,
ni fris tarddam ar n-áthius.

Gnáth, huaraib, ar gressaib gal
glenaid luch inna línsam;
os mé, du-fuit im lín chéin
dliged ndoraid cu ndronchéill.

Fuachaidsem fri frega fál
a rosc, a nglése comlán;
fuachimm chein fri fegi fis
mu rosc reil, cesu imdis.

Faelidsem cu ndene dul
hi nglen luch inna gerchrub;
hi tucu cheist ndoraid ndil
os me chene am faelid.

Cia beimmi a-min nach ré
ni derban cách a chele:
maith la cechtar nár a dán;
subaigthius a óenurán.

He fesin as choimsid dáu
in muid du-ngni cach oenláu;
du thabairt doraid du glé
for mu mud cein am messe.

The Reichenau Primer which contains the poem


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More views of the Waterworld! 2013! project.

7 Apr

I guess I couldn’t face taking pictures of everything all at once. Here are some more photos of the damage and the repairs. All this plastic piping is new, replacing old cast iron stuff.

In other news, I managed to change the fill valve on the top floor toilet, so that’s not running anymore. However, the ground floor toilet is not flushing, so i can’t use that one (and the 3rd floor is disconnected), so I now have to go up to the fourth floor (or ask one of my neighbors) any time I want to use the loo…. Hopefully, that’s just for one more day as the guys are back tomorrow to start the wall/floor/ceiling repairs (and fix the freakin’ toilet).

More new pipes.

More new pipes.

New pipes.

New pipes.

Nasty ass dirt floor and sewer stuff.

Nasty ass dirt floor and sewer stuff.

Another in the broken pipe series. So gritty, so real.

Another in the broken pipe series. So gritty, so real.

View of water damage and new electrical at head of basement stairs.

View of water damage and new electrical at head of basement stairs.

Pipes and bubbles

5 Apr

Here is the condition that the old pipes were in:

Some of the old pipes.

Some of the old pipes.

You see the need for change.

Here are some rather intriguing bubbles on the wall outside the butler’s pantry where the major water damage happened:

Water bubbles on wallpaper (painted over last year) behind butler's pantry.

Water bubbles on wallpaper (painted over last year) behind butler’s pantry.

Am hoping these dry out over the next few days. They’re coming back on Monday to do the wall and ceiling repair. The thing I hate the most about home improvement projects is when the weekend comes and no work happens, so I clean the house, then Monday comes and it’s filthy all over again. Sigh.