Bet that title made you stop and read today’s entry! For the past two weeks, West Walnut Manor has been living under the threat of an excessive heat warning. What warning? For the past week the mercury has been ranging between 95 and 100. If that isn’t high enough for you, the weather wizards have to adjust that figure and add a heat index which lets you know that even though the thermometer might read 95 … the heat really feels like it is 115. Come on you sadist b…..ds — can’t you just let us sweat and swelter at 95?
Actually, I really shouldn’t complain, because at exactly 4:35 p.m. on the past two afternoons we have received horrendous thunder, lightening, torrential rain storms. And today’s came with a bonus addition of one-inch hail. Yesterday, I had gone to the corner Walgreen and Mickey D’s to pick up a tube of toothpaste and a carry out Crispy Chicken Bacon Clubhouse Sandwich meal for my dinner. (No, the toothpaste wasn’t part of the dinner.) And just as I walked out of the door, the skies opened up with a Noah-like downpour. But I was prepared, because I had brought my pop-open umbrella along with me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make the pop-open thingy pop open the umbrella.
Just then two questionable young ladies ran out of the restaurant and began shouting, “Mister, mister, would you let us walk to the bus stop under your umbrella?”
I replied, “I’m sorry, as you can see, I’m having trouble opening the umbrella.”
“Here, let me open it,” said the greasier one of the two as she pulled in out of my hands.
I pulled the umbrella back out of her hands and said, “I’m not going to the bus stop!”
And as I walked off into the downpour in the other direction I added, “Besides, this umbrella will only cover one person.”
As the rain soaked through my clothes, they shouted, “You just have no respect for ladies!”
“And who considered you ladies,” I muttered to myself as the rain continued to fall and fill my mouth.
Surprisingly, I made it home without my dinner getting totally rain-soaked. Which was something I couldn’t say about myself, I was soaked through to my underwear. And the temperature had dropped from 95 to 72. I had to strip, towel down and put on dry clothes before I could eat.
Today was a repeat of yesterday, and thankfully I had not left the house. The added hail would have pelted me and left dents.
After today’s storm I walked out to see if there had been any hail damage. There was no damage to the house, but I had to cover my ears to protect the from the screeching of what sounded like a gazillion cicadas. It inspired me to find my origami folding paper.
Cicely and Silas Cicada making whoopee … and a hell of a lot of noise!
OMG! IT WAS A LOST WEEKEND! Well, I had to have some excuse for missing an entire weekend of CREATIVITY! So I cranked up the origami butterfly production to capture all the days I missed.
SATURDAY – DAY 26 — THE SISTER MERRY BUTTERFLY
Hopefully, I’ll be able to give you the written update on the past weekend a little later today.
The only problem with foil folding paper is that the reflection of light makes it difficult for photograph. Also, you can’t make any fold corrections.
[Note: I just realized that there are 31 Days in July.]
This could be my catch up on three missed Days Of Creativity, but I prefer to think of it as …
VARIATIONS ON A BUTTERFLY THEME
In other words, I decided to fold three different Butterflies all based on the same butterfly folding pattern, but using different thicknesses, types and colors of folding paper.
I used the double- weight paper with a star pattern on one side and white on the other for my first variation. Thick paper is stiffer and harder to fold.
MONDAY – DAY 21 – THE SUNSET BUTTERFLYI used a glossy coated paper with a different shade of red on each side. The glossy paper is a little harder to fold and photograph due to light reflection. But it did produce a butterfly closest to the original pattern.
So, which variation do you like best.
My Pretty In Pink Butterfly
It also inspired me to get out of the house and enjoy the day which I will tell you about in my next post.
THE WHITE TIGER STRIPED BUTTERFLY
That right, I’m offering a fantasy butterfly of my imagination. OK, I had a sheet of folding paper at the bottom of my paper box that was covered with zebra stripes, and I decided to either use it or throw it away. So waste not, want not!
So I spent a good part of the day at the veterinary hospital with my faithful friend, Mlle. Renee. No problem, just a follow-up visit for last week’s ear infection. And she passed with flying color. (Renee is golden brown from head to toe with the exception of the white tip of her tail and her spotted right front boot of white with tan freckles. We had a long wait because the office was crowded. All the staff spoils her with pats, and naturally she works the crowd. The infection is all cleared up, and the swelling of her ear caused by the broken blood vessel is almost all back to normal.The vet did discover that the point on one of her rear teeth was broken off and advised extraction before the nerve becomes exposed. (They could put a cap on it for about a thousand bucks, but he advised extraction.) And my wallet agreed!
And that was my Thursday! And the weather is still amazingly cool for July!
MY LAUGH OF THE DAY!
While I was waiting for the vet, a woman with three little boys came in and the oldest climbed onto the dog scale and shouted, “Mom, I weigh 50 dog pounds!”
THE BUSTER BROWN BUTTERFLY
Today’s butterfly was inspired by childhood memories. When I was a kid my mother and father would walk down Saint Louis Avenue to 14th Street. Back in the post war 40’s 14th Street was a bustling shopping area in North Saint Louis. The hadn’t invented shopping centers back then. So, if you were shopping, you either went downtown where the department stores were or you went to 14th Street or Grand Avenue on the Near North Side. They also had shopping areas on the south side of the city … but to shop there required a long streetcar ride. So 14th Street was closest for us. And the shoes of choice for any kid who listen to the radio and Smiling Ed McConnell, Midnight the Cat, Groggy Gremlin and Squeaky the Mouse were Buster Brown shoes.
Who could forget the famous Buster Brown tag line … THAT’S MY DOG TIGE. HE LIVES IN A SHOE. I’M BUSTER BROWN, LOOK FOR ME IN THERE, TOO! Little did I realize that when I got my first job in advertising, it would be working for a shoe company owned by Brown Shoe Company … the company that made Buster Brown.Shoes. Thankfully, I never had any desire to name Mlle. Renee TIGE! But I did name today’s origami butterfly after Buster Brown. There is a sad tale about Tige though, he was an American Bull Terrier with a toothy grin.
In the late 20th century the Bull Terrier became known as a PIT BULL, a dog trained to fight other dogs viciously. And mother’s became excited about the kids being frightened by poor Tige. So the ad mavens had poor Tige redrawn into a happy faced lap dog…And my childhood dog and shoe idol was gone forever. Maybe I should have named my butterfly TIGE. Butterflies don’t have teeth.
Today has been totally strange day. First we broke a 123 year old weather record for the lowest high temperature for July 15. Our high for the day was a very pleasant 76 degrees which was one degree lower than the previous lowest high recorded in 1891. I’m not complaining, because last week we were sweltering and sweating. Only one problem I had to go grocery shopping and my MetroBus goes through Forest Park and apparently everybody decided to take a trip to the zoo which caused a massive traffic jam in the park and delaying my travel time by about 25 minutes. I’m not saying we have stupid drivers in the Wicket City, but everyone was so desperate to find a parking spot they paid no attention to the YELLOW stripes painted along the curbs, or the NO PARKING SIGNS, or the FIREPLUGS along the streets. There wasn’t an empty parking space on any of the streets through the park. And did I feel upset when I saw the Park Rangers slapping PARKING TICKETS on any of the cars illegally park. HELL NO! Stupidity pays a lot of the city’s bills.And as soon as one of the returns to the car and drives off … some other fool will fill the spot.
Anyway, I’m late in posting my daily origami butterfly. Basically because I couldn’t get an internet connection for the past three hours. Probably, another foolish driver hit just another utility pole and brought down the cable again. That’s the problem with living in a city that’s been around for 250 years. It will be years before they get around to burying the utility wires.
SO, HERE’S THE 30 DAYS OF CREATIVITY ORIGAMI BUTTERFLY FOR TUESDAY, JULY 15:
THE LUCK OF THE IRISH BUTTERFLY
And since it is already a half hour into July 16, that’s all I have to write.