Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
Daaaw.
That all-weather carpet is perfect for sharpening claws.
And the serious look to go with them.
I have got to put up the pics of my tiny fuzzy monster.
She was looking broken the other day.
Even smirked at me when I asked her how she could sit like that and not have busted bones.
They just do that to taunt us.
It’s daylight in So Nev and I’ve been to Wally World to get the ink so I can print stamps. I looked for a small “lucky bamboo,” but all they had were the herky ones that cost $20. WAY out of my budget.
My son sent me a gift card so that helped...I ran out of clothes detergent. Now I have more. YAY!
Yesterday, I got a little gold “good luck” kitty with a waving arm to “wave in” the luck, so we shall see how lucky it is! I figured I’ve lived 71 years so far, but since I’m on the Home Stretch, I figured my Guardian Angels need all the help they can get!
The sun. It burns!
It’s daylight here too, with a bit of rain. I’m waiting for the coffee to percolate up to my brain so that I can do something other than stare and blink.
I was up at 6:00. It was daylight here, with no rain. Jake was sitting on the back step looking annoyed, and Tom the Mocker was sitting on the fence barking at him.
I went out to the Scout camp and got Tom, Elen, and Sally, then took Tom to church and brought Elen and Sally home. DP has just left to get Tom, Pat, and James; the latter two will be arriving with the Boy Scouts. Then I’ll have to run them through the wash and take them to church.
You’re seeing things again.
I had to buy coffee, too. I seem to be drinking a lot of it, lately. How odd is that? I went literally years without drinking any, and now I want a cup several times a day. It puts me to sleep...
I was up at 0515, but I was awake long before that. The reasons are not worth mentioning, but with luck, I will sleep well tonight.
The mocking birds here are not as vocal as in other places. Once in a while, I’ll hear a sound like a back-up alarm on a utility truck, but when I look to see what it’s doing, there is nothing there. Just a bird on a branch.
BWahahahaha!
Papua New Guinea claims another soul.
Tom does a pretty good impression of a hawk call when he wants other birds to get away from the feeder.
Coffee is good for you. That's the latest news.
Just make sure you have enough to not run out. Then you would feel bad.
And so it goes...
I used to be good at some bird calls when I was a kid. It was important to impress my classmates with something. I was always shy and withdrawn, so competing in anything was difficult.
Then we learned how to dance in the winter, when the snow was too deep for us to go outside for recess. And then, when I got older, I excelled in sports. Which explains my arthritic joints, now.
Then I went back to dancing as an adult. Now I just sit out the dances because I have no dance partner. Go figger. I sure never thought I would live half of my life alone. If I had, I could have prepared for it better.
No, you couldn't.
I have a poem that captures the moment. It's completely wrong for the season though. Give it a read:
Last Fall
The days are short, the wind has grown,
My community has now all flown.
I stare at emptiness all around,
And brownish carpeting on the ground.
When I was young, so long ago,
The days seemed endless, ever so.
I was so green. I’ve learned a lot.
So many shared my lofty spot.
We danced and twirled the time away,
Forgetful of the length of day,
With unseen music through the bright,
And whispers in the silent night.
Alone, I watch the neighborhood,
A stark and silent stretch of wood,
Tears sometimes dim the golden days,
Until the scene is filled with haze.
And only memory serves to fill,
The lonely times upon this hill.
They all have gone now, I remain,
A sad perspective is my gain.
They’ve departed, this way and that,
A graceful tip of an invisible hat,
And scattered to the winds they were,
Until only I am left to stir,
I twist to shed the Winter’s blast,
As I enjoy my being last,
And in the bleak and dismal scene,
I long for days when things were green.
One morning, I awake to find,
The world transformed while I was blind.
In darkness, change had come within the night,
The brown became a world of white!
In joy at last I chanced the breeze,
And danced among the stark black trees.
On stiffened fingertips, I race,
Across the snow without a trace.
All through the day I dance and twirl,
‘Til dizzy with the endless whirl,
I fetch up in a tent of green,
And on a sturdy trunk I lean.
The needle-leaves fresh fragrance sends,
With frozen tears the branch then bends.
I look at stars through crystal lens,
I settle down, and dream of friends.
NicknamedBob . . . . . October 19, 2006
James says his patrol leader set a table on fire.
I foresee a bright future for that patrol leader.
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