Friday, February 18, 2011

Rosy Update and a Rerun

It was quite warm here for the last few days, up into the 40's, but the weather has taken a turn for colder and windy overnight.  We have brilliant sunshine this morning and tremendous wind gusts pummeling the house.  And mud everywhere, which will hopefully freeze or dry up a little so everyone quits bringing it into the house.

I hung my laundry out on the line on Monday and it actually dried in less than two hours.  I was amazed, considering it was dangling over 3' deep snowbanks.  I should have shoveled out the wash-lines, but I'm lazy and my boots are tall.  I have stained glass on the brain right now.

Things around here are all centering on the Rosebush lamp lately.  I'm about 3/4's the first half with a little more background added than the last picture I posted:

The background has some streaking and mottles, it just doesn't show up too well in photos.
I am done with the flowers (will the colors of the blooms be balanced enough as they go around the shade?  I can mix and match with the next repeat, hopefully)  and leaves for the second repeat but am still having problems with deciding on the background glass.  The background is just as important (and sometimes more so) than the foreground; it's supposed to enhance and offset the blooms and foliage.  Remember I said stained glass scares me sometimes?  This would be one of the times.  There's been a quite a bit of second-guessing going on (I'm the one with the problem--just can't commit) and heated discussions and recutting and so forth and so on.

So while Carl, Joel and I endlessly debate the final outcome of this lamp, here's a rerun from February of 2010. I thought I'd post this one again because nothing funny has been happening around here lately.  At the time this entry was written, I was obsessing over the Poinsettia lamp---see, nothing changes much around here.

February 2010

After Mom left this afternoon, I went back to foiling the poinsettia.  Around 5PM I noticed it was still light out and since the dogs and I had not taken our 'morning constitutional' walkies, I told Carl I was going out to get some exercise before sunset.

I took both Pudding and Teddy dogs with me and we set out walking west until we got to the snowmobile trail on the other side of my mother's house.  The last few days I've been  walking down the trail with the dogs off-leash because they love to run free and it's a delight to see them tear off like two puppies instead of the ten year old dogs they are.  (Remember, that's 70 in people years)  I always keep an eye out for snowmobilers and the dogs come running back to me so I can scoop them up when one approaches.  The trail was deserted tonight, though.

One thing I didn't reckon on was the fact that it had been rather warm today and the trail had deteriorated quite a bit with open field ( aka mud) everywhere.  The snow that was still there was crunchy underfoot.  Teddy gave up walking after the first 1 1/2 mile due to the snow hurting his paws, so I picked him up and carried him the next half mile.  Pudding was having a good time running in circles, but I did reapply her leash when we got within a quarter mile of the highway.  I called Joel and asked him to pick us up where the trail crosses the road and he obliged.

The last 50 feet to the highway was almost impassable on foot due to the mud (so squishy) and also due to the fact that I wear sandals to walk in, yes, even in winter.  Sandals with holes in them, to be more specific, the truly nerdy kind with the Swiss Cheese holes in them.  I know, I live in Wisconsin, but these shoes are SO light and comfy and as long as I stay out of deep snow, they work great (except in mud over my ankles).

I managed to get to Joel's car and sat with both rather wet doggies on my lap.  Carl instructed Joel to go to the grocery store for milk, so off we went.  Since I was rather disheveled, I asked Joel if he'd mind going in to the store without me and I'd stay with Teddy and Pudding in the parking lot.

Joel left us and I was thinking it was a shame we weren't parked in sight of the street as the dogs and I love to watch the traffic and people come and go, but I knew he wouldn't be gone long.  Joel cracked the driver's window an inch because the dogs love to sniff out the window.

A few people came out of the store and got into their cars and left and the dogs (and ok, me, too)  watched with great interest. There were two cars parked facing Joel's car in the parking lot and a few trucks.  After a few minutes, Teddy and I noticed a thirty-something man leaving the store at a smart pace with a bag of groceries in one arm and his car keys in the other.  Reaching a car parked two stalls away from us, he got in, set his groceries on the front seat next to him and appeared to put the keys in the ignition. 

Suddenly, with a ghastly roar just like in a horror movie, a very large black dog lunged out of the back seat and his jaws shut within mere fractions of an inch of the man's head.

I have NEVER seen a man get out of a car faster than he did.  It was truly gold medal Olympic-worthy speed.  He vaulted out of the car, slammed the door shut, fell down and was back up and running before both of his feet were on the ground.  He disappeared from our view for a time (my dogs were just as fascinated as I was with this show) and then cautiously returned holding one shoulder and pacing back and forth.  I was afraid he was having a heart attack.  I asked him through the crack in the window if he needed help, but he didn't hear me.  He kept pacing and looking at the car and shaking his head.

I was stumped at this point.  There were a few possibilities that came to mind right away...maybe he forgot he brought the dog along and his dog scared him (or hated him?) or maybe someone (a vengeful ex-wife) was stalking him and using the dog as ammo or to send a message (sort of like waking up with a horse's head in bed with you mafia-style); or maybe there was a crazed animal rights activist roaming the parking lot randomly dispensing stray dogs into any unlocked car in the hope they'd find a good home.

I was trying to figure out a way to ask the victim which of the above fit his predicament, but didn't want to frighten him with two more unfriendly, albeit, tiny dogs.  I figured he'd had enough canine interaction for one night.   Joel came out of the store and got into his car at just this moment, and had to move Teddy over so he could sit down.  I told him to ask the guy if he needed help.

"Sir, are you alright?" Joel asked.

Our distraught acquaintance said, "Oh, man, my car is parked right there". ( Two car spaces away sat the exact same make, model and color of car.)

He nervously continued, "I got into this car by mistake.  I went to start the car and that dog scared the S..T out of me!!!  I got outta there as fast as I could, but now my keys and my groceries are in there.  I'll have to wait until the owner comes out, I guess."

I told him I'd seen what happened and he had a shaky laugh about it, but was still clearly agitated.  I was glad he didn't need an EMT and told him so and we bid him a good night.  (Of course, I talked Joel into moving a bit in the parking lot so we could see the 'rest of the story'.) 

Ten minutes passed and many shoppers came and went and our poor hero was still standing awkwardly outside the wrong car waiting in vain for the owner to appear.  Finally, he got into his own car to warm up until a lady came out of the store with her purchases and stopped just short of the passenger side of the car with the big black dog.

The poor guy approached her from her driver's side and apologetically told her what happened.

She said she was wondering how the groceries got into her car.

We couldn't hear the entire conversation due to traffic noise and being 'staked out' too far away, but we did hear her laugh and say, "Oh, ok, here, I'll get your stuff."

When she opened her car door to give him his groceries, he came a little closer to reach for his packages and her dog flew into a rage once again, causing him to take several hasty steps back. 

He must have apologized again, because she said, "That's alright.  I got into the wrong car once, too."

He said, "But was there a dog?!"

(Just when I think sitting in the grocery store parking lot is boring!)


Darla said...

Your lamp shade is coming along quite nicely. That's one helluva funny story!!

Tufa Girl said...

I had a dog like that once, Molly. A meeting got called in Austin (8 hour drive at the time) and the boss forgot to tell me. Since I was driving across barren wasteland Texas in the middle of the night I took Molly with me. Got to Austin, found a parking space under a tree, took the top off my jeep and tied Molly securely inside (with a bowl of water). As I was getting ready to walk to my meeting, a state trooper approached me and said I could not keep my dog in the vehicle. I told him my boss was flying in within the hour but I had to get to the meeting that I had driven all night to reach. I do not carry a gun, I have Molly. So when he tells me he is going to call the dog catcher I tell him to at least let me know where I can go to retrieve her since I had to leave. It was tough.

I get to the meeting, then come break I had not heard from my boss so I go out to the jeep to check on Molly.

My boss is watching the trooper watch my jeep. You see as people would walk by the jeep (still in the shade) Molly would jump up from the floor barking and scare the wits out of those passing by. The trooper found it quite amusing, although he told me he was just helping out and watching my jeep so that no harm would come to my dog.

Alison said...

Great story, Karen! I'm still chuckling. I like to people-watch too, it's fascinating.

Hocking Hills Gardener said...

That poor guy. That would scare the dickens out of you.LOL! I bought an artificial Christmas tree at Sears on year and it was raining cats and dogs when I came out to the car with it in a huge box. I keep trying to get my key into the stupid trunk lock and it wouldn't fit. I looked down at the license plate and seen then it was not my car but one just like it. I was so embarrassed. LOL! I had to look around and see if the owner had noticed me then. LOL! Your Rose lamp shade is looking so beautiful. Have a wonderful weekend Karen.

Missy said...

Great story. I've tried to get into the wrong car as well, but luckily no big dogs involved. Poor guy!
BTW - the lamp is looking great. Can't wait to see the finished product with the light behind the glass.

Gatsbys Gardens said...

Another great story Karen! I wouldn't dare approach that car again either. The Lamp is a beauty.


Zoey said...

That poor guy! He is lucky he didn't have a heart attack.

Your lamp is looking fantastic. What a lot of work! said...

I had a feeling reading along that the guy got in the wrong car. I had a dog that would so guard my car that he would not let my husband in the car unless I got in first. My husband found this out when I asked him to take packages out to the car so we could keep shopping. He returned with all the packages in tow and a rather terrifying story.

Your tale of the guy was really funny, but I am sure not to him.

Rosemary said...

Your lamp will be gorgeous looking forward to seeing it done.

Sandy said...

Parking lots have such wonderful stories if we just pay attention to those around funny story!
Waiting to see that lamp shade complete.. send info to my e'mail address of your prices or do you have a web address?
Thanks for your visit today and for your kind comments.. I have friends with empty garages and they will not let me use them.. such wasted space in my Oh to have a "Work Shop" of my very own!
happy week

Shirley said...

Funny story. I really feel for the guy. We watched my mother-in-law do the same thing. She was on vacation with us, we stopped at a gas station and she got out to use the facilities. We had to move the van to make way for other customers who wanted to gas up and wouldn't you know it. Another van, identical to ours pulls up, she comes out of the station and proceeds to get in the wrong van. Poor lady, we had such a good laugh at her expense. She's a good sport and laughed it off too. I'm glad this guy wasn't hurt.

Karen, I have an award for you. Click here to accept your One Lovely Blog Award.

Cass @ That Old House said...

Karen, usually when I come to visit your blog, I'm blown away by beauty. Well, this time I was --the rose lamp -- but this time I was also snorting with laughter. OH MAN that poor guy!

How funny -- I, too, would have had to wait to see the outcome of the story.

And forgive me for being so late in thanking you for your kind words earlier this month, when my Dad passed away. I truly appreciated the support and comfort from fellow bloggers -- thank you.
Best wishes, Cass

Karen said...

I've been having some computer problems, so I'm way behind with my routine. I so enjoyed reading all the comments here about other people's mishaps getting into the wrong cars. It's happened to me too, but in my case it was more like Lona's experience, I was trying to get the key to work in the lock but it wasn't my car. Ooops.

Tufa Girl, Molly sounded like she was much better than any weapon for protection! GWGT, your husband was afraid of your own dog, so it was a possibility for my hapless hero, too.

Shirley, thank you for the award, gosh, I'm flattered. Having some computer issues lately, I'll see if I can get this figured out. Your poor mother-in-law, what a shock that must have been to get into the wrong vehicle! At least she has a sense of humor.

Cass, no need to apologize; I'm glad you got a chuckle out of the parking lot story. I'm hoping every day is a little easier for you.

Thank you to everyone for the kind comments on the Rosebush lamp. It's after 1:30AM and I'm just heading for bed, this lamp has me hooked and I'm down to the last dozen or so pieces. Now to choose a border color...

lifeshighway said...

THIS IS THE BEST STORY EVER - I would have so waited in the parking lot to see the drama unfold.

You and I are cut from the same cloth, only you are talented and make pretty stained glass and I am a yard art critic... but other than that!

Pam's English Garden said...

Dear Karen, I was on the edge of my seat as this story unfolded ... you told it so well! Your lamp is looking great. P x

Sandy said...

I'm so loving how your lampshade is coming along... I remember when 40' was a heat wave when I lived in Illinois,, here it's a cold Hopefully Spring is just around the corner for you and you can get back outside and work in the yard...Thanks so much for your visit to my blog today and your sweet comments..
It's a beautiful day out here, I worked in the garden and transplanted my little seedlings.. lets hope the critters don't dig them up..
take care

Corner Gardener Sue said...

Your lamp shade looks beautiful to me. I can't help you with your dilemma, because I can't visualize things well.

I got a laugh over your story, from the mud to the guy going into the wrong car. I have a red van, and frequently go to the wrong one in the parking lot. The other day, I couldn't remember where I parked, so I clicked the emergency button on my keyring to make the car honk so I could find it.

Gatsbys Gardens said...

Just checkin in, no pressure to blog,are you ok?