Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
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Back when solar energy was more tasteful.
I still eat solar energy. Except, nowadays, it’s called “Organic Gardening.”
I like natural ingredients.
It’s difficult for me to subsist on entirely supernatural ingredients.
Well certainly. When ingesting nightshade fruit it must be done in the proper manner...
Wonder why no one snatches the eggplant and eats it that way.. ;-)
And speaking of nightshades, on the way back from Wallyworld I espied in a cow pasture not more than 2 km from our drive an extensive growth of this particular nightshade in full bloom...
Wonder if bovines find it tasty?
And has 'ol Jimson Weed been back Nully?
I have a bag of those little nightshade fruits in the refrigerator. Bugs are eating the vines. I haven’t spotted any hornworms, but their presences is implied.
I wish I would see them, because Dragonbaby loves some gooshy hornworms.
Morning!
Good morning, Darks! Have some coffee!
If I had gotten up at 0300 and been on the computer when you posted about hornworms, I wonder if I would have been as affected?
I might still have been mostly asleep. *sigh*
Good morning. It’s raining here, but maybe it will stop before we have to go out, about 9:45, to take Pat to work on some boy’s Eagle Scout project.
I love that chimera kitteh. Odd how the division is almost perfect.
And I wonder if that blue eye indicates deafness on that side?
In other news, I really don’t want to be up. I’m still hung over from yesterday, and it seems to never end. We were at Metro for almost two hours, but because of my problems, I sat outside in the truck, in the heat, drinking iced tea.
I was asked to change a form, but when it was finished, I was asked to change it back. If I’m going to be so friggin’ involved in all this stuff, I ought to be married. *sheesh*
With luck, I will have it all collated and have the photos downloaded from the camera today. Maybe. And then I can breathe easy.
Wait, no I can’t. I still have my own stuff here to take care of! DANG! HE’P ME! I want to run away from home.
Yes, that’s quite a kitteh.
I’m getting worried about you. You need to take better care of yourself. Don’t make me ship Bill out there to show you how to rest yourself!
Speaking of which, my anxieties texted and said they’re on their way home.
While I was scanning photos that Lablady loaned me for the purpose, I ran across one of my mother’s last birthday (her 73rd.) I don’t know how my daughter ended up with it, but it isn’t going back to her because she isn’t in the picture.
Hockeybughow is, and the photo will go to him. My brother, his wife, all but two of their children and all their kids at the time. This was in 1981. I had to really think to match a kid with a name! LOL!
I just realized my mother lied about her age! She told everyone she was 71 when she was really 73! LOL! What a crafty old lady!
I had relatives who never let anyone know how old they were.
I keep thinking if I can just get past this insurance stuff and get Busdaddy back to normal, I should be OK. I will need to wash clothes this weekend but I don’t want to be gone overnight.
And I’m getting testy.
Bill coming out to show me how to rest would be an exercise in futility. He would be so agitated he might actually go home and look for work to help him forget the experience. ;o]
LOL!
I’m going to try not to be testy.
I knew when her birthdate was, as well as my dad’s. It was something the family all KNEW...birthdays of parents and grandparents and most of the kids, spouses and grandchildren.
It may have something to do with genealogy.
Speaking of which, I need to contact the “museum-archives” in the town my dad was born in and see if I can get copies of his school papers and transcripts. How much fun would that be? Bear in mind, he was born in 1890!
My grandfather was born in 1900.
I think my problem is that I haven’t been able to curl up with a good movie and a glass of wine for over a week now, and I need the combination of both.
And there are still things that need to be sorted through and put away or given away. I want my living room back!
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