July 3, 2011
Next year, I will have the tripod.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Random Post: One
In my Success and Failure post I mentioned coming up with a Master Plan on how and when I can/should sit down and do this blogging thing.
Well, I can't find it. The Plan I mean. It's on scrap of paper somewhere in this room and I can't seem to find it right now...
So! I've come up with (another) Great Idea. Random Posts.
Since Ican't don't ever am too busy to just don't seem to post things in a timely fashion I thought Random Posts would be a good way to throw out there things that I want that aren't necessarily New & Fresh Off the Press.
And the beauty of it is, is that ifI'm slacking I don't keep up (i.e. (nearly) Wordless Wednesday)?
Oh Well!
It's random, it's unplanned!
Ha! I've created a loophole for myself. A plan to have no plan?
Genius.
There was a story on the news tonight about a recycling truck that lost part of its load driving down the expressway and a piece of steel flying off and hitting three cars.
As they were interviewing one of the people whose car was hit by the debris it brought back memories of this:
May 2008:
There I was bopping along in the fast lane, in my mom's Yaris, with Mr. Wonderful in the passenger seat. We were driving to Montreal for my cousins wedding and as we're heading north on the 401 just inside of Toronto I saw it.
A two foot long piece of metal bouncing off the road and toward my face.
There was a car (close) behind me and one beside me so I couldn't pull any fancy driving moves out of my... ear, so I just squeezed my eyes shut, silently prayed to whoever was listening and sqawked when it made impact.
Other than a million flecks of glass inside (it didn't fully penetrate the glass) and everyone gaping at us and pointing as we drove past them for the next 300 miles it all ended well. No one was injured and the insurance paid to have the windshield replaced the next morning in Montreal!
I won't go into the wretched details about calling the Toronto Police to report the accident. Just know that you'll have to go to an "Accident Reporting Center."
Some ninety million miles off the expressway and back the way you came. Bah.
Well, I can't find it. The Plan I mean. It's on scrap of paper somewhere in this room and I can't seem to find it right now...
So! I've come up with (another) Great Idea. Random Posts.
Since I
And the beauty of it is, is that if
Oh Well!
It's random, it's unplanned!
Ha! I've created a loophole for myself. A plan to have no plan?
Genius.
There was a story on the news tonight about a recycling truck that lost part of its load driving down the expressway and a piece of steel flying off and hitting three cars.
As they were interviewing one of the people whose car was hit by the debris it brought back memories of this:
May 2008:
There I was bopping along in the fast lane, in my mom's Yaris, with Mr. Wonderful in the passenger seat. We were driving to Montreal for my cousins wedding and as we're heading north on the 401 just inside of Toronto I saw it.
A two foot long piece of metal bouncing off the road and toward my face.
There was a car (close) behind me and one beside me so I couldn't pull any fancy driving moves out of my... ear, so I just squeezed my eyes shut, silently prayed to whoever was listening and sqawked when it made impact.
Other than a million flecks of glass inside (it didn't fully penetrate the glass) and everyone gaping at us and pointing as we drove past them for the next 300 miles it all ended well. No one was injured and the insurance paid to have the windshield replaced the next morning in Montreal!
I won't go into the wretched details about calling the Toronto Police to report the accident. Just know that you'll have to go to an "Accident Reporting Center."
Some ninety million miles off the expressway and back the way you came. Bah.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Clean Teeth
For the past few months I've been finding this:
And this:
Then there was this on Sunday:
Finally there is this today:
It's the squirrels. It has to be the squirrels.
What, pray tell, are those blasted things up to!?
Well, after visiting squirrels.org (amazingly enough there is such a thing) I read this:
Squirrels chew on tree branches to sharpen and clean their teeth. That's why you may see many small branches on the ground around large trees. They will also chew on power lines for the same reason, this has caused many major power outages throughout the country.
My squirrels must have the cleanest, sharpest teeth in the neighborhood.
That's enough to make a surrogate squirrel mom proud.
Now, they had better cut it out.
And not even think of chewing on my power lines.
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| The back yard |
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| A pile of swept up leaves on the back deck |
Then there was this on Sunday:
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| More. Stinking. Leaves/branches. |
Finally there is this today:
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| A view from the Knitting Room |
It's the squirrels. It has to be the squirrels.
What, pray tell, are those blasted things up to!?
Well, after visiting squirrels.org (amazingly enough there is such a thing) I read this:
Squirrels chew on tree branches to sharpen and clean their teeth. That's why you may see many small branches on the ground around large trees. They will also chew on power lines for the same reason, this has caused many major power outages throughout the country.
My squirrels must have the cleanest, sharpest teeth in the neighborhood.
That's enough to make a surrogate squirrel mom proud.
Now, they had better cut it out.
And not even think of chewing on my power lines.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Success and Failure
Success:
I've started jotting down blog ideas instead of writing them in my head.
Failure:
I've done nothing with them but stare at them.
Success:
I've devised a plan for how & when I can/should blog.
Failure:
I haven't implemented it. Yet.
Success:
I survived Monday.
With all of my hair.
Failure:
I dropped the F bomb at work.
I found my first brilliantly shining white hair at my temple.
Success:
No one heard the F bomb. I don't think.
Failure:
There is no down side here.
Success:
Failure:
I've started jotting down blog ideas instead of writing them in my head.
Failure:
I've done nothing with them but stare at them.
Success:
I've devised a plan for how & when I can/should blog.
Failure:
I haven't implemented it. Yet.
Success:
I survived Monday.
With all of my hair.
Failure:
I dropped the F bomb at work.
I found my first brilliantly shining white hair at my temple.
Success:
No one heard the F bomb. I don't think.
Failure:
There is no down side here.
Success:
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| My drown pea plant -- I'll at least get one Sugar Snap Pea |
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| I accidentally drown my Begonia -- it never recovered. |
Friday, July 8, 2011
That Damn Cat
There is a feral cat, pretty little thing, that for the past month has been hanging outside in my back yard.
In the Dwarf Blue Spruce at the corner of our deck.
Lurking beneath the trees that line the back fence.
Crouched under the towering Hollyhock leaves.
It has successfully eaten two birds that I am aware of and chased them and squirrels away.
We just now have a sprayer for our hose outback -- the little bastard is going to get a soaking if I ever see him again.
AND I ordered some Organic Cat Scat, aka smelly stuff they don't like, earlier this week to scatter 'round the deck and trees.
The Blue Jays come once a day, in the afternoon, when I throw a hand full of peanuts out and they're extra skittish.
There is one squirrel who, literally, has the balls to come up on the deck occassionally and grab a peanut and run.
They haven't visited the feeders or anything...
I am sad.
Very, very sad.
However, the squirrels left me a little present after digging up the baby carrots, they buried a peanut and it has started growing.
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In the Dwarf Blue Spruce at the corner of our deck.
Lurking beneath the trees that line the back fence.
Crouched under the towering Hollyhock leaves.
It has successfully eaten two birds that I am aware of and chased them and squirrels away.
We just now have a sprayer for our hose outback -- the little bastard is going to get a soaking if I ever see him again.
AND I ordered some Organic Cat Scat, aka smelly stuff they don't like, earlier this week to scatter 'round the deck and trees.
The Blue Jays come once a day, in the afternoon, when I throw a hand full of peanuts out and they're extra skittish.
There is one squirrel who, literally, has the balls to come up on the deck occassionally and grab a peanut and run.
They haven't visited the feeders or anything...
I am sad.
Very, very sad.
However, the squirrels left me a little present after digging up the baby carrots, they buried a peanut and it has started growing.
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| After their daily watering |
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