Wednesday, August 29, 2018

August 29th

Last night before I went to sleep,
I reflected on the significance of today's date.
August 29th 2005.
Katrina.
A day that will certainly live in infamy.......  πŸŒ€

 
She made landfall the morning of the 29th as a
 category 3.
She had only just weakened to that.
The front right quadrant of the hurricane
smashed into Gulfport.
This is the area that sustains the strongest winds.
Our area got the tidal surges.
The levee systems that were supposed to protect
New Orleans and the surrounding areas were breached.
There were over fifty breaches in the levees!
After all, we live in a bowl below sea level.
But the flooding was the major cause of death and destruction,
on a scale that was unprecedented.
It took weeks to drain the bowl.
During all this, there were few who could be hailed as
heroes, but I need to mention a few.
My husband.
He stayed and saved our property, and some of the
neighboring properties from costly damage.
They had all evacuated
and only he and our dog stayed.
He was like Robinson Crusoe, stranded with no creature comforts.
 It was inevitable that some damage occurred,
but his quick thinking saved us from
the worst Katrina could have delivered.
The Coast Guard.
They began preparations 3 days before landfall.
They did land, water and air rescues untiringly.
I know that it is their job, but they
did it to their own peril at times.
They are truly the brave unsung heroes during that time.
My wonderful nephew is part of that number and
I'm so very proud of him!
And
The Cajun Navy
These plucky people took on the rescues of neighbors
in their own boats, before
anyone else could rally rescue efforts.
All this because of the abysmal failure of
local, state and federal government to
respond to the catastrophic events.
 
 
I speak of this as a kind of detached onlooker.
I was.
I spent 22 days at the hospital.
We had almost no communication with family and friends
outside the hospital.
I didn't know if my family was safe or not.
It wasn't quite the grueling conditions that some hospital workers
experienced but, it was stressful nonetheless.
My mettle was well and truly tested.
Our small band of nurses and doctors
completed some herculean tasks.
We managed to care for many patients,
and eventually evacuate some, but
sadly lost a couple.
We saw certain people shine and certain people
completely fall apart.
We had our own meltdowns due to stress as well,
but
with the compassion of our friends,
pulled it together,
slapped on a cheerful face and carried on.
All in all, it was an experience that I
would never want to live through again......
but I'm glad that I did
with those people that would always have my back.
They are not only coworkers but life long friends.
There's a line in the movie Steel Magnolias that says,
"That which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"
So true,
So true.
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Everyone who knows me
knows that I'm an avid reader.
Seems that its my second nature to have a book near.
I read for pleasure
and to keep my mind sharp.
With that said....
Most of my books come from Barnes and Noble's
online Nook account,
but I love to go to the "brick and mortar" store too.
There are hundreds to choose from, but
most of my "reads" are from the free books category.
I download them and if I get bored,
I simply delete the book.
No pain,
No gain
and best of all,
no cost.
But, I still love the feel and smell of a book.
Especially an old book!
That's why I love bookstores!
 I'd like to share some of my favorite ones.
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If you are ever walking in the Quarter,
enter this small bookstore.
The first thing you notice is the smell.
Old books!
I have only bought a book from here once,
but I become mesmerized at looking around.
I love this place!
 
Powell's Books,
an entire city block of books!
Its in Portland Oregon.
I credit my son with finding this awesome place.
I only spent a few hours perusing a fraction of their books,
but
I think I had an out of body experience!
This is truly the best bookseller in my limited opinion.
 
San Francisco has City Lights.
This bookstore is unique in that, it
kind of specializes in progressive politics.
Lets just say that it is a hippie icon as much as
the Height Ashbury area is.
It was founded in 1956 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
the Beat Poet and Peter Martin as an homage to
Charlie Chaplin's City Lights.
They published banned books!
They got arrested.
Seems ridiculous, but even today the
government and some groups try to dictate
what should or shouldn't be published and read.
Yay free speech prevailed!
 
Munro Books
On Government Street in downtown
Victoria BC
Another bookstore that I credit my son for finding.
As you can tell, this place is posh.
Their books can be pricy but the ambience is great.
The store was an old bank and they reflect the grandeur of that.
The thing that struck me upon entering,
was that everyone spoke in whispers.
It was like a library.
What a great place to spend a couple of hours!
 
Then there's the Jefferson Parish library.
What an amazing place!
All free.
Tons of books and even a coffee shop.
Quiet little reading/study rooms too.
And, remember to hush.
 
The take home message here is....
"The more that you read,
the more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
the more places you'll go."
Dr. Seuss
 
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Its thundering and my sweet girl is scared.
Any loud noises make her shake in fear.
She can't get up on the furniture anymore, so
when she came to me with that pleading look,
I boosted her up on the couch to lay next to me while I was reading
and she immediately calmed down.
She is our Golden Girl.
At almost 13, she's past her prime, but she is
the greatest dog I've ever had the privilege of knowing.
She's diabetic and has arthritic pain problems,
she's also almost blind,
but she sees with her heart.
And,
I can't think of anything more rewarding
than making the last years of a dogs'
life best they can be.
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The chicken girls have been doing their chicken thing.
They comb the yard looking for edibles
as soon as they exit the coop.
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I cut up a watermelon the other day and put the cold rind
on the ground for them to nibble on.
A nice treat on a hot day.
They love it.
πŸ‰
They'll eat it till all that's left is a small bit of the green skin.
An acquaintance that raises backyard chickens gives her flock
most of her table scraps, meat as well.
We don't do that, only compostable items.♻
But, the difference is, she eats her flock.
Nope!
Our girls are pets who happen to
give us their eggs.
I always apologize when I take an egg from under
one of them because
they think its their children.
🐣
Our broody hens have stopped brooding, thank goodness.
Their feathers are slowly growing back.
 
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This is the problem I've been having...
I can sing the lyrics to oldies,
remember enough trivia to "win" Jeopardy from my couch,
assist the grandkids with homework
but.....
I can't remember why I just walked into the bedroom!
I guess my train of thought
keeps leaving the station
without me.
😊
 
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A haiku for today......
 
My chickens are fat
They love to eat anything
So they remain fat.
(don't judge, it fits the
5, 7, 5 syllable format)
 
And.....
Don't fart in an Apple Store,
There's no Windows
 
And.....
Poop jokes aren't my favorites but
they are a
solid number 2!
 
 
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Wednesday, August 22, 2018

August 22nd

Its been almost a month since I've posted anything.
There wasn't much going on.
Its been too hot.
Not compatible with life, kinda hot!


This is partially the reason why.
Its waaaay too hot!
Too hot to do anything.
When the weather app on my phone says, the temp is 94 degrees,
and the "feels like" area says, 112 degrees,
then you avoid all activities in this oppressive heat!
August gets a bad rap in the deep south.
It's hot as hell and it's usually the beginning of Gulf coast hurricanes.
Thankfully, so far this year, we've dodged the proverbial bullet.
I fervently hope our luck holds out.
 
 
and....
I might spontaneously combust!
I like cool weather.
I don't even mind cold weather.
I simply hate it when it's this hot and muggy.
Feels like the seventh circle of Hell!
 
 
 
Then......
We've been subjected to almost daily deluges.
Not the, "Summer rain that taps at my window",
kinda rain.
The, "Hey, Noah! You got a few extra seats on that big ass boat?",
kinda rain.
Last night, I was lying in bed reading when
a loud clap of thunder scared the dog and I.
She habitually shakes and tries to glue herself to her humans
during a thunder storm.
It wasn't a sprinkle, it continued heavily for a while.
Yes, the rain cools us off.
Yes, the plants need the rain.
Yes, I love it when it rains,
but....
I just want the summer to be GONE!
I want that "Goldilocks" weather,
You know,
"Just Right!"
Bring on Fall!
 
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Our small farm has withered and mostly died in the heat.
The herbs are still holding out,
but a few of them are withering too,
We water them faithfully, but the relentless heat
beats them down.
During the late summer, they get "leggy",
kind of overgrown,
so, I cut them back.
My "cut back" is  really my herb harvest.
I've made mint tea quite a bit and air
dried the basil, oregano, rosemary, sage
and thyme for my herbal blends.
The lettuce, tomatoes, mirlitons, bell peppers
and squash haven't made it,
too much heat and rain.
They succumbed, gave up the ghost, died.
We composted their remains.
R.I.P.
my little veggies, we shall miss you!
As soon as it gets a bit cooler, we'll start the fall crop.
 
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 The hens are fairing better in the heat than I expected.
There are several cooler spots around the yard, in the shade,
 where they sit and cluck with their sisters.
The rain has brought out more bugs than normal,
so they become our "bug zappers".
Another thing I hate about this time of year - bugs!
The hens take refuge during a heavy rain, then
venture out to collect the bug spoils once the rain
becomes a drizzle or completely stops.
Everything on the wing or in the grass is fair game,
and to them, it really is like a game.
First come, first served as they say.
They bump each other out of the way to get those prized morsels,
or steal it from someone else's tightly clamped beak,
rending the unfortunate bug into several juicy pieces.
They recently had a race to see which girl would get a
dragonfly.
(I was secretly hoping the dragonfly would get away)
The witless bug was low flying,
daring fate.
Flitting from one blade of grass to another,
as if he were not on the menu.
Then the eagle eyes of Lucy spotted him.
She didn't break out into a run, she stalked him.
Who knew chickens stalk their prey?
Then the other girls caught wind of the action going down.
The race was on!
Lucy led by a beak, with Hazel nosing in.
Then Sandy, in the back, passed Ethel,
and was closing in on the lead.
But, just then, Lucy realizing she was about to
lose the race, leaped up with a herculean effort and
opened beak to snare her prize,
and
 the dragonfly flitted up into the tree.
Oh, what a race!
But......
Lucy didn't take defeat lightly.
She clucked for several seconds at the victorious dragonfly.
I guess she was saying,
I'll get you next time!
Sleep lightly my friend!
A small wonder here is, since we've had the girls,
I haven't seen a cockroach.
These girls have replaced Orkin!
 
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I found a simple recipe on Pinterest recently.
Tried it.
It came out wonderfully.
Here are the ingredients:
1 cup of mozzarella cheese
1/4 cup of parmesan reggiano cheese
(I buy already shredded cheese in a bag)
1 egg
A dash of garlic.
(I used grated garlic in a jar)
Mix together,
Spray a foil lined cookie sheet with Pam
then...
Spread out in a circle, like a pizza.
Bake for 15 minutes in a 350 degree oven.
Let cool for a few minutes and cut with a pizza cutter.
I served it with vermicelli and meatballs.
Everybody loved it!
(I ate mine with my salad.
Its gluten free!)
Yay!
 
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parting the yellow sea?
 
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Remember.....
Time passes so quickly.
Don't wait to use the good china and crystal,
Go on that trip to the places you've always wanted to see,
Read those books you've been meaning to read,
Hug your loved ones,
Eat that yummy chocolate,
Take a chance,
Time is precious.
It'll be gone before we know it.
After all,
Nobody gets outta this life alive!
 
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The Velveteen Rabbit:
"Generally, by the time you are Real,
most of your hair has been loved off,
and your eyes drop out
and you get loose in your joints
and very shabby.
But these things don't matter at all,
because once you are Real,
you can't be ugly,
except to people who don't understand."
By Margery Williams
 
(one of my favorite children books)
 
 
Hugs!
 

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

July 31st

Today is the last day of July.
153 days till 2018 is no more.
Has it flown?
Definitely, it certainly has.
There's a line in the song "Do You Know The Way To San JosΓ©",
it says ".... Weeks turn into years. How quick they pass."
Sums it up for me.
After all, "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"
To kids it drags, unless it is summer time.
Then they complain that the time went way too fast!
To us older folks, it always seems to go lightening fast all the time.
Although, time as a concept is something hard to describe.
Especially if it refers to sometime in the distant past.
But, would I like to time travel?
You bet!
I'd go back to times in my life where the real possibility of changing an outcome could work.
I'd go back and try to convince my Dad to take better care of himself,
so I could've known him longer.
I read a recent book by Stephen King, it was a time travel book,
about changing the outcome of the Kennedy assassination.
It's called 11-22-63.
I highly recommend reading it.
But, as we know, time can't be altered,
and
 
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As a retired person, there are times that I yearn for that old camaraderie
of the teamwork with the other nurses on my unit.
It was, at best, a wonderful place with exceptionally talented nurses,
and, at worst, a drudge to place one foot in front of the other.
Sadly, the drudgery finally won out.
The newer computer driven charting took us away from the bedside.
The unrealistic expectations by some patients and family members.
Like, wanting service that's on par with a 7 star resort,
when the others are either in pain, hungry, sleep deprived or confused.
But, all in all, my years as a hospital nurse were, by far the most rewarding.
There's a saying, "Once a nurse, always a nurse".
That is so true.
No matter where you go or what you do, you'll never get out of nursing.
Its like the Mafia. You know too much!
This is unfortunately so true.
My stories of male stroke patients who can
no longer aim into the urinal
and consequently soak my shoes,
as I assist them to stand to pee,
Disimpacting a constipated patient,
Unclogging a feeding tube, only to wear the formula
complete with stomach contents the rest of the shift,
and the cleaning up of emesis after a patient chokes
on a pill, are legion.
I could go on and on........
All the while discussing the above patient issues
while snarfing down a less than 15 minute lunch.....
I found out quickly, that my work stories didn't
translate to acceptable family chatter at the dinner table.
Oh, well...
As they say,
Those days are over
But, I can reminisce about the funny and good times.
 
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2 of our hens are still broody.
They've taken to pulling out their breast feathers
to "feather the nest".
This is Hen Solo, AKA Henny.
Poor baby. She thinks her eggs are really babies.
We remove them as soon as possible and
remove her from the coop often,
but as of yet, we haven't been able to break her of it.

This is Ethel.
Same problem, no change yet.
I've read that they sometimes copy cat
the other broody hens.
Hope this doesn't spread to the other girls.
 
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My grandson and I saw this recipe on Pinterest.
It's called a 3-2-1 mug cake.
The directions are simple.
A box mix of Angel Food cake
(it has dried egg whites in it that help it to rise)
and a box of any other cake flavor you like.


Then 1minute in the microwave,
and voilΓ !
A perfect mug cake.
My grandson can make this himself.
Neat!
 
and this......
When God was creating the world,
He crafted the dog.
God said "I've saved you for last".
"You will be a selfless companion to mankind"
"That is why I have named you from My name",
and with that
He touched the dog on its head.
The newly named animal wagged its tail.
God said,
"I am pleased"

Monday, July 23, 2018

July 23rd



Its full blown summer in Louisiana.
That means, its HOT!
Africa hot.
Walking on the sun, hot.
Melted tar stuck to shoes, hot.
But...
There's the ubiquitous late afternoon rain shower that cools us down,
somewhat.
When I was a kid, the summers didn't feel this bad.
All we had was an attic fan and an oscillating fan to move the air.
(I remember when I realized that fan wasn't called "isolating")
Granted, we kept the windows opened, but the screens remained tightly closed.
After all, Louisiana has its fair share of vampire bugs and some of them have wings!
But.....
The first chance we got, we were out of the door to play in the oppressive heat.
All kids were outside. The only time we went in was when Mama called,
or you were sick, or in my case, reading.
It was still hot, but I don't remember that stopping us.
Now, I don't venture out without my sunglasses and my car AC on full blast!
It is just too darn hot!

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The garden has been kinda droopy as of late.
The only real produce has been the tomatoes.
Even the onions are giving up the ghost.
Oh, and the eggs.
The hens are still churning out eggs on a daily basis.
Poor babies.
They take refuge from the sun on the patio.
Next month we'll plant the late summer crop.
That should lead into fall with a steady stream of veggies.

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Hazel.
She's not pleased that she didn't get enough apple pieces.

Hazel, Sandy and Pepper hanging out in the Herbs

Nugget trying to tell me something.
She's clucking away and eyeballing me.
The girls have been nicer to me lately.
Partly because I come out with tasty morsels
and
partly because they are just dang curious.
 
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CHICKEN SCHOOL 101
 
Thought I'd begin with a picture of chicken anatomy.
 
Eggs:
This picture helps to know where those eggs come from.
Our girls are considered "heavier breeds",
meaning that they are usually bigger than
a white Leghorn breed.
The average weight of a free range hen is 4 to 8lbs.
The Leghorn's lay white eggs.
The usual ones that the groceries sell.
Our girls lay colored eggs.
Sometimes colored eggs can have spots on the shell.
In the wild, the spots aid in camouflage,
but for domesticated hens this trait is simply
a holdover from when they were wild.
It is similar to the melanin spots on humans.
Inside the egg there can also be tiny blood spots
near the yolk.
These spots are harmless and can be scrambled with the egg.
It is simply a result of a small rupture in a blood
vessel in the reproductive tract.
It happens before the calcium hardens in the shell.
 
Flight:
Chickens can't get totally airborne.
They usually only get a few feet and have to make
an ugly landing.
The reason?
Their wings are too small and their bodies are too heavy.
They do maintain the hollow bones of winged fowl, but
they can't get any uplift.
That's our fault.
We bred them as food.
We are more concerned with the meat and eggs than
the fact that Pepper can't fly into the wild blue yonder.
I, for one, am thankful for that.
I wouldn't want to be chasing my flock in
the neighbors yards!
 
Intelligence:
The Scientific American published an article about
chicken/fowl intelligence.
It was shown that they have a similar intelligence to
a 4 year old child.
This was done by several universities.
It was based upon several principles.
Object permanence, problem solving and situational awareness,
were a few.
 
Chickens as food:
There are approximately 9 billion chickens raised
in the U.S. for consumption.
That's male and female.
The figure for Worldwide consumption is around
50 billion!
Those numbers are staggering.
Industrially, chicken slaughter is down to a science.
These slaughter houses average 140 birds per minute.
It is done on an automated line
that "humanely" slits the chickens
throat after it has been electrically stunned.
They then bleed out and the butchering begins.
That's if all goes as planned.
There is always a catch.
As I've said,
 chickens are smart.
They routinely try to escape the slaughter.
That means there are always the ones missed by the stunner and some of the blades.
This is a scenario I'd prefer to not go into.
There is something called HMSA.
The Humane Methods of Slaughter Act.
It ages back to 1958.
It was enacted for cows, pigs, horses, sheep and mules.
But.....
Fowl were never on the list, even though they are
significantly slaughtered for food more frequently.
Why is this?
At the time the Act was voted on,
most fowl was on farms for personal use or sold to butchers.
The USDA has regulations in place for fowl and other food animals
that is supposed to surpass the HMSA.
According to the horrific videos I viewed,
they need to do better.
 
The conundrum is,
I like chicken.
I like eggs.
No, I would NEVER use my hens as food.
So, do I as an informed individual,
choose to stop eating chicken now that I know
these facts.
Probably not.
My head remains entrenched in the sand.
I stand as a chicken hypocrite.
Although, I will write to the USDA asking
about their humane slaughter of food animals.
That's my plan....
At least for now.....
 
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Talk about feeling insignificant,
listen to
Dust in the Wind
by Kansas.
 
And remember,
be nice!

Thursday, July 12, 2018

July 12th

Today, believe it or not, is
"National Eat Your Jello Day!"
Had no idea?
Me neither.
But
I did a little research.....
Powdered gelatin, was trademarked in New York back in 1897.
In Victorian times the upper classes were enamored with jelly molds
and meats in aspic. Pretty much, the only class with the time and
capability to refrigerate a fancy gelatin mold was the rich.
Gelatin was sold in sheets and had to be purified because of the "inert" ingredients.
Yuck!
You see, gelatin is a protein produced from collagen extracted
from boiled bones, connective tissues and other animal products.
Its actually been around since the 15th century.
Think - Hogs Head Cheese.
Back to Jello......
So, this guy Peter Cooper, obtained his patent for powdered gelatin.
By trade, he was an industrialist but, he was not actually looking for
a gelatin substitute, it was simply a happy accident.
Then, in 1897, a cough syrup manufacturer trade marked a fruit
flavored gelatin dessert that his wife named, Jell-o.
He eventually sold his dessert to Genesee Pure Foods.
Then, in a genius advertising blitz, they distributed free cookbooks.
The rest is baby boomer childhood history!
No household was complete without packages of J - E - L - L - O!
(you sang that, right?)
Me too.
My favorite flavor, you ask?
Any but lime.
I'm not a lime connoisseur.
Maybe sliced or in a margarita,
but no,
Don't like jello flavored lime.
My Mom used to float fruit cocktail inside Jello.
We loved that.
So, in honor of, National Eat Your Jello Day,
I'm opting for a Jello cup with mandarin oranges.
Win, win.
A.I don't have to make it and
B. I'm celebrating!
Yay!
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Speaking of Baby Boomer childhood....
This was what my first Barbie and Ken looked like.
Sadly,
1)I don't have them anymore
2)I dyed my Barbie's hair black with shoe polish
in some sort of half assed, creative,Vidal Sassoon type, attempt and
consequently dyed her entire HEAD purplish black!
Hey, I just realized, I made the first Monster High doll!
 I coulda been a millionaire!
I coulda been a contender!
3) My Ken had unfortunately developed premature male pattern baldness.
Don't know why.
The peach fuzz, buzz cut was ubiquitous on the Ken doll.
Why,I didn't take a Marks-A-Lot to his head I'll never know.
His fuzzy "hair" could have been a weird blackish blue too.
I would have been ahead of the '80's Goth looks.
But, in a thoughtless attempt to make my sister's Ken bald too,
(classic misery loves company, I guess)
I scraped his head on the cement of our front porch.
She caught me,
my Mom punished me,
and I felt all around, bad.
10 year old remorse only sticks to you as long
as your 8 year old sister can remember the incident.
P.S. Its for the rest of her LIFE!
πŸ˜†
4)Those bathing suits were the only manufactured clothes
the dolls owned, everything else was
homemade lovingly by my Mom,
even a wedding dress.
 
 
I wasn't much for baby dolls,
or any doll really,
but I loved this one.
Her name was Patti Play Pal
She also is long gone.
She was relegated to the attic
and during Katrina,
she was part of the detritus
we had to throw out.
 
My bike!
A Schwinn Tornado!
God! I thought I was invincible on this simple piece
of bicycle artistry.
Wind in my hair, accidentally consuming several bugs.....
No frills, just pure freedom in a kids mind.
 
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Chickens.
Gotta love 'em
Ever since I've been back from California,
they seem to be ignoring me.
Odd behavior.
 Before I left,
they'd always run up to me as soon as I went out the door.
I figured it was simply that they were
mad that I was gone for a bit.
I was no longer a member of their flock.
The hen mafia considered me dead to them.
So, in the tried and true method of the mafia,
I tried a little bribery.
I made them a offer they couldn't refuse.
(no, I didn't go to the mattresses,
and no chicken head was in my bed)
They love watermelon rind.
I cut most of the watermelon off the rind and
walked outside with it a bowl.
I started whistling for them and
lo and behold,
they came running
At least tonight, I won't sleep with the fishes.
A pariah no more,
I now go out and they
welcome me as before.
I'm the Godmother!
(little witches!)
 
munching on dried grubs

waiting to be petted

Ethel patiently waiting her turn
for a pat.
 
 
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Now for some (probably bad) chicken jokes/puns
 
1)Did you hear that the chicken farmer died under
mysterious circumstances?
The police suspect fowl play!
 
2)Have you heard about the chicken thief
who ran afowl of the law?
 
I'll only do 2 because I really can't tell jokes.
I'm very bad at it.
In fact, I'm so bad that
I think I inspired a song.....
"I started a joke which started the whole world
crying...."
Yeah, that bad,
thanks for nothing, Barry Gibb!
 
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And
in the immortal words of my Mother,
"Everything happens for a reason"
 
πŸ’‹
 
oh, and remember,
tomorrow's
Friday the 13th!
 
 




Wednesday, July 4, 2018

July 4th

Happy 4th of July!
Happy 242nd birthday America!
Barbeques,
Fireworks,
Day off from work.....
Yes, to all of those,
but there's more, there's
Patriotism.
I stand
with my hand over my heart during the
rendition of the Star Spangled Banner.
I sing,
usually off key, but I sing,
and I'm proud to say I know every word.
I get choked up.
Yep, unabashedly,
I'm a patriot.
Having seen Ft McHenry and looked out over
the harbor in Baltimore,
that those brave men defended from the British,
and saw where that lonely, famous flag flew in 1814,
choked me up.
Then, having seen that actual flag in the Smithsonian,
replete with cannon holes,
and pieces missing from
souvenir hunters after the War of 1812,
being taken care of in this century,
choked me up.
This song sums it up pretty well.
And yes,
it chokes me up too.
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I also want to see my country.
I love to see different places in the US.
It's a bucket list of mine to see all 50 states before I die.
So far,
I've made it to 33.
But,
I've got 17 yet to go.
That's the reason for vacations!
Yay!
Some of my favorite places are national parks.
The forests, waterfalls, mountains and waterways
are my absolute favorites.
Iconic structures and historic areas are favorites also.
 
Having just returned from the San Francisco area,
I saw some things again,
as well as some new and beautiful things
that my son shared with me.
We waded in cold tide pools in Carmel
with anemones and starfish.
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Looked out to sea, where whales spout and breach in the distance,
and low clouds hung on the horizon.
 

The beautiful beach at Pacific Grove.
 
 
Lake Tahoe with the sun sparkling off its crystal clear water.

A favorite quiet picnic spot on Lake Tahoe's shore
called Secline Beach.

A gnarled redwood root makes a beautiful
frame for a waterfall pool
in the mountains above Lake Tahoe.
At one point we were at almost 10,000ft!
 

Old growth redwoods in a neighborhood
playground in picturesque Mill Valley,
complete with a cool mountain stream.
No need to fight the crowds of Muir Woods,
this area is equally amazing!
Then in historic Sutter's Mill where the
whole state got its start with the discovery of gold.
Virginia City, and the Comstock Lode of
silver and gold
Carson City, Nevada's capitol
and
Reno,
with its understated glitz
and beautiful Riverdale area.
 
But, the main reason for this visit was
to spend time with my oldest son.
A few bittersweet moments shared, knowing I have
to leave him.
Sometimes its hard to let go.
But,
the shared moments of seeing new and exciting things
makes up for the distance.
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 The hens were ambivalent about my home coming.
When I got home, the dog was happy, as always,
so I naΓ―vely thought the girls would come running too.
Nope.
Just Lucy came.
Curious Lucy.
Oh, well.
Now I've taken a backseat to the CEO.
I've even started calling them
Daddy's Girls.
 
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Remember, life is short,
so in the immortal words of
the Isle Brothers
"Its your thing, do what you wanna do......."
and
as always