Posted on 07/12/2016 8:03:24 AM PDT by BenLurkin
That would be a blast-ended skrewt.
How are you, Bob? A year ago this time, I didn’t know I was going to be spending the night in the truck outside the county mental health facility, instead of watching “The Lost Battalion” and drinking a little too much. Things are looking up!
Years go by like a handful of sand from someone’s broken hourglass.
I was reviewing some of my poems. One of my favorites, (Last Fall), which I reflect upon from time to time, was written ten years ago.
Where does the time go? And how much more reified does my saying have to become — I once thought that I would live forever, but that was an eternity ago — to become immortalized like the rest of me?
I think clouded leopards are the beauty queens (and kings) of the big cat world. They are animal eye candy to me.
For some reason, I thought I was going to go to bed and sleep well, the entire night. At 1915, the phone signaled a text. I thought it was He Who Shall Not Be Named, and wasn’t going to answer it. Then I thought, “It could be one of the kids,” so I answered.
It was Greg, saying he thought Carlos, the maintenance man, had stolen a pair of $500 headphones. He filed a police report, then put a copy of it in the night slot at the office.
About 90 minutes later, just as I was drifting into that REM stage of sleep, the phone tweeted again. It was Greg. He had gotten in touch with Thomas, the “HASIII” and told him of the problem.
In the meantime, he was telling his girlfriend about it and she said, “Oh! I took those when you were sick!”
So Greg had to go back to the police and withdraw the report, and make sure Thomas knew. You’d think, after 20 years, she would know him well enough to tell him that kind of thing. *sheesh*
That kitteh looks like it just woke up and is not happy about the event.
Kinda like me. I’d go to Walmart if I could. But there isn’t enough in the coffers. And I just do not want to gain any weight by eating the carbs I have on hand!
Jake got on me this morning and didn’t want to move. No children or young adults are up yet. Frank has his First Confession this morning, if he’s well. I think he will be: seemed okay last night.
My big cat pattern book includes a snow leopard, Kathleen’s favorite, but the colors aren’t very interesting. I did the black panther years ago.
Clouded Leopard
Morning,
Kittie has that “Back away now” look on his/her face.
Him.
Good morning! Various things planned for the morning here, and in the afternoon we’re all (or most, Pat is griping) going to an air show.
Frank??? Old enough for First Confession??? I remember when he was a clingy little rug rat! Wow. Time flies.
A certain person wants to visit and I have to excuse to leave home, like Walmart, car wash or thrift store. Unnngh...
Enjoy the Airshow !
Plenty of roles of Film.
I usually manage to fill two 1G Flash cards.
Don’t forget your ear plugs. The Raptor is rather loud.
Now he’s a clingy big rug rat.
If I send you a few dollars, will you go out?
DP will take pictures. It’s a historic air show, at a small-city airport, so there won’t be any major jets.
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Yes, ma’am. I will. To Walmart.
Sent. Go.
That looks fun! I would take lots of pics if I were going!
I sent a text to my son yesterday, thanking him for his service, and this morning he tells me thanks, but it was a period in his life he wasn’t proud of and didn’t feel deserving of thanks.
I told him he was trying to grow up at the time, and learned a few lessons the hard way, but that I knew, and God knew that he was serving his country. His response was less than stellar:
Son: I know all that mom. I’m just telling you how I feel.
Mom: And I’m telling you how I feel, but you can erase it because you think I’m telling you what to do.
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He just called to try and smooth things over. He was never this way before he married this “woman.” She has changed him and I don’t think he even realizes it.
GAH!
I think his response was okay. You can each have your own views.
Yes. But he seems to have gotten into the habit of thinking when I tell him how I feel, it means I’m telling him that he has to conform to my way of thinking. We were very close for 48 years...now there seems to be a gulf between us.
I hope I get time to talk to him alone. Otherwise, he will continue to think I’m trying to attack his ideas. And that stinks.
Maybe if you emphasize, “You don’t have to agree, but ...” before you share your thoughts.
People can remember the same events, but build them into narratives with very different interpretations.
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