Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A very strange year, as far as wildlife is concerned.

This fall I  heard only one skein of geese, and that was below tree level,  possibly my neighbor's freeloading geese going to visit their friends the other freeloading geese about five miles away.
No other migrations.

No ravens this year to speak of, and no migrations.

The tree swallows were sparse and disappeared in early august.

The crows are usually the rowdiest bunch (they remind me of my dad's family,  shouting and tossing rolls at one another at the dinner table) during migration,  probably wondering who hid the car keys and 'you're not taking THAT on the bus, are you INSANE" and all the checking to see if they left the water running and  trying  all the doors... none this year. Very few actual crows around at all except for the one that kept startling the daylights out of me on the porch when he yelled at me for trespassing....

No robin arrivals in the spring, which is usually heralded by a huge number of robins one morning in april,  all over the fields.  I dont think I saw a robin all summer. A friend who spends time in Florida said they had tons of them, more than he's ever seen.  And no spring peepers at all, which is what we all wait for every year.
There were, however,  a huge number of smaller birds, clouds of them, especially this fall, juncoes and sparrows and wrens.  And of course the turkeys. who, it seems, are always with us now.

No mosquitoes.

Once the early feeding frenzy was over, no ticks.  Lots and lots of yellow jackets and white tailed hornets, with ground nests and filling every crevice they could find in the wood pile (which may account for so many frogs in there, too)--in a dry year you learn to look before you lift.  Or better yet, jiggle it and move away.

We did have woodcocks return, and a whippoorwill in the distance.  Owls in the field and I think a mating/nesting pair of red shouldered hawks living  nearby.

Lack of rain was noticeable, that may have forced the  birds to wetter areas.  What was also noticeable was the total lack of interest the weather people had in mentioning a drought that ran from April to September, with almost no rain at all.  Even the trees were wilting.

More frogs than we normally see, sheltering under the wood piles, so I made a few little frog houses with pans of water, and rocks, and covering.  They seemed to appreciate the effort,  I had one filled and in place and the minute I moved away I heard splashing.  =)

And surprisingly we are now in the flight path of a great blue heron, something I ve  only seen once (and at a distance) before, in forty years. We're just too dry for them, so I suspect they are traveling from one swampy area to another.

A wet fall, all rain, no snow, right up until yesterday.  Maybe things will settle out next year.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Neal Acito

 anyone who visits this stuff, put a 'like' in the box.  I think he's earned it.  Nothing fancy, just a good clear voice and you can sing along.  smiles


Red River Valley

Goodnight Irene

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Lived through another one. Ho Ho (6WS)

Six kids under the age of three,  two trees,  16 adults of varying ages,  one dog.  And if a partridge had appeared in the living room no one would have been even mildly surprised.  "Somebody wanna get the Pear Tree out? The Partridge just flew in..."

The magic words are,  Someone else's  house, dinner, responsibility.   Yes indeed.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Solstice --Now, we wait

Got the lawn chair out
and the umberella
swept the porch
the iced tea is sitting in the fridge

I'm ready

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Friday, December 18, 2015

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Poem for Thursday 13


I only know that you have been here
by the swirl of dust motes rising
on a shaft of sunlight.  There is
a hollow place within the air
that but a moment earlier held
flesh and bone and breath.
I put my hand into that place
like a hand into a wound.
I smell the scent you always wore.

And in the distance
an unlatched door,
banging in the wind.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Let your fingers do the walking...(6WS)

Found as page headings in the Yellow Pages


Carpet-Caskets--for those of us who demand a comfy place to rest



Medical Mission

Golf-Hair  (you know what happens when you take off that golf cap...)

Pest-Pet  (one man's pet is another man's pest)


Swimming-Tax (really?  I didn't  know  that...)


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Fable from an old poetry prompt (6WS)

(Approach a poem (or short story) as if you were writing a fable. Keep a third-person point of view. Address the anthropomorphic qualities of the objects you introduce. Invite an animal or creature into the poem. Allow an invisible force to alter time and space.)


Once upon a time in a small dark cottage deep in the forest there lived, quietly but well a wooden settee with a plaid cushion, and her friend, the deal table, well scrubbed and softened by age. They were most suited to each other and lacked for nothing, needing only each other for companionship.

One rainy day the door opened and a small very wet weasel came in, asking for shelter; taking pity on his plight they let him sleep by the fire until he was dry, and were so charmed with his wit and cleverness they invited him to live with them.

After that, time seemed to slow; days lingered at sunset far far longer than either of them ever remembered, and the sun rose much earlier as well.

They thought it might be because the three of them were so content with each other, and never considered that it might be the weasel who, in addition to being a good companion, was also intelligent, and magical.

He thought they'd like the changes. 

Friday, December 4, 2015

18 days

and the days
will start
getting longer.

Oh treats.

Oh joy and feasting.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Good Night, Irene! (have you no sense of dignity)

1. Starry Starry Night
2. In The Still of the Night
3. Goodnight Irene
4. The Night Has a Thousand Eyes
5. Twilight Time
6. One Night With You
7. Hard Day's Night
8. Nighttime is the Right Time
9. O Holy Night
10. Night of the Iguana
11. Strangers in The Night
12. Tender is the Night
13. Night and Day

Thursday Thirteen

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Oh give thanks 13 ways --Happy Thanksgiving!--

1. for air
2. for a heart beat
3. for memory
4. for the surety of a sunrise and a sunset
5. for the cats I know and the cats I remember
6  for the deer in the field
7. the turkeys in the middle of the driveway
8. and now and then an eagle
9. for poetry
10. for rain
11. for music
12. for books
13. for you

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, November 21, 2015

to everything that moves or breathes (6WS)

it becomes a meditation
that thrum you feel
when you live
where high water flows

meditation of earth
the gifts we take
the gifts we give back
what we keep for ourselves
it's all good

every point on the compass
connected, mind and fiber,
to everything that moves or breathes
salt from the sea
spit from the rain
part of the monkey the whale
the now and the lost
what touches us once touches us forever

to lie on this hill
look up at the stars
feel the earth move
not under us but with us
like riding a turtle
into the darkness
when we die we go back
to ground
return as rain, as snow,
as part of a wind
bending wheat in a Russian field
stylized trees in a Chinese landscape
or sunflowers in the rain

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Charlie dreams of summer

The only back history a cat has is his own.  As does any animal, actually.  We are, with perhaps the exception of whales and dolphins, the only species that remembers what happened before we were born by word of mouth,  reading,  poems, family histories.  
You can, if you're careful and patient,  figure out why that dog you just got from the shelter is so afraid of pianos,  or resents men wearing hats, or why that lovely cat will quietly disappear when strangers show up wearing boots.  

I wonder what he remembers beyond the bad stuff.  

ohhhh around and around and around...

gosh this is fun,  got the yahoo problem back, and finally removed, now I have to remove the pushy chrome download that wants me to get Chrome for all my other apps.  ::sob:: I dont HAVE other apps.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

heads up

I noticed today that there seems to be a new kind of spammer around,  I've had two people (each with five names) commenting on my latest post:  clicking on their blogsite shows that they have very similar blog lists,  clicking on their profile photo and looking for the image online at Google shows photos that have nothing to do with their blog names.
aha, she said. aha.

I just noticed Ron. Lavalette has one of those, as well.
I think of them as the "Five Namers"--nothing flashy, but the names and the photos dont go together, and the three or four word comments seem oddly placed.

anyone here getting comments from Five Namers, check out the profile image in Google images, see what you get.

I deleted both of mine but there are probably more to come.  Traffic is lovely, but not this kind. (She said, loading salt pellets in her over-under)

Some things don't know it's November (6WS)

Thursday, November 5, 2015

What's next, turkeys nesting on the porch?

This has magically appeared a foot from our front step, It measures about 14"x 12" and yes its a woodchuck hole, perhaps newly created or maybe an old one that they abandoned--there is a smaller exit/entrance down in the dirt itself--I put this plant pot in to let the owner know we found it--even though it really does look unused. Poor choice of locations, I'd say.

And for the past few weeks we've been noticing extreme cat food disappearances overnight. Now, Charlie is a big cat, but not fat and he never struck me as a big eater anyway.  Lately I've heard, especially late at night,  rustly sounds in the walls that were too loud for mice and kept thinking, oh, lord, I hope its not a rat.  Today I had left the outside door open to let the nice weather in--and when I came downstairs at one point there was a very chubby chipmunk on my kitchen counter, cleaning up crumbs from the cutting board.  

We talked about that, and he finally took off out the open door, hesitating on the porch for a few seconds as if to say, well,  are you sure--  

Oh, yes. I'm sure. 

I said to my husband, it does feel as if we're losing the battle, maybe we should move out now before they take over completely...

Ten + Three (Thursday 13)

1. The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessner

2. David Gray ("Snow in Vegas")

3.The Decembrists ("Carolina Low")

4. Pearl Jam "Better Man"

5, Mark Knopfler/Emmy Lou Harris

6. Ray Lamontagne

7. Tracy Chapman ("Baby Can I Hold You")

8. Waylon Jennings/Jessie Colter ("Storms Never Last")

9. Animator vs. Animation

10. "Baby It's Cold Outside"

11. Van Morrison ("Shenandoah")

12. David Gray ("This Year's Love")

13. Simon and Garfunkel ("El Condor Pasa")

Thursday Thirteen

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

A Tale of Two Browsers

Last night I opened up the computer and found Yahoo search staring at me, instead of my regular Google Chrome.  yikes.  It wouldnt go away.  It ate Chrome, it ate I.E.   we did everything, and it kept coming back like a lost puppy.

Late last night I thought I had it fixed, I ran virus checks and scans and Spybot, and all seemed well.  right.

Aside from the fact that I had munged my Chrome (and by default Blogger) password,  and had to start over with a new one, it looked okay.  By 2 AM I was sure.

This morning I opened Blogger, and while I could write posts I couldn't post them. "loading...." it said. "loading..."   sobbing...Then Yahoo appeared again, and ate IE, took it right off the computer.

Ran virus checks again, nothing.  In the back of my mind I kept thinking, didn't I just download Java  and isn't that the one that really really wants you to make Yahoo your browser page...and I was out of the room during the download.  oh dear.  

So we decided that nice new (well sort of) backup from a month ago might be just the thing to use. Wheels whirred,  buttons were pushed,  I paced,  the mister did the button pushing.  He let me turn it on when it was done, and yay me it was back; a bit more October than I needed, and some things had to be updated including, Java.  This time I sat through the process and watched and sure enough there was the already checked off yahoo home page offer.  Not in this life or the next.

I'm older now, by about ten years, lol.  It does seem that the anxiety level this sort of thing engenders is way out of proportion to what's actually there.  We've become so attached to this medium of computers and phones and passwords that if one of them goes all funny, so do we.   All better now, until the next earth shaking crisis.

I guess the bottom line is, always hang around when you're downloading a program, and read those checkboxes, to see what you're REALLY getting.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Thursday, October 29, 2015

I stole this from Ron (the idea not the list)

1.  Don't give me that look
2. Tell me another,  this one's got bells on
3. Don't play with your food
4. Make me an offer
5. Tell me a story
6. Call me later
7. No, you can't use that
8. I can't hear you
9. Hurry, we'll be late
10. Let me see what you've written
11. You don't have to shout
12. A fine mess you've gotten us into
13. It's for  you

Thursday Thirteen

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Well it has been awhile

It's been maybe 30 years since I baked a pie, partly because if I make pie, I eat pie.  And I eat it steadily until it's gone.

This year we had an incredible number of apples, all of them perfect or close to it,  and now that the season is nearly over and the deer/turkeys/everyone else has had their turn at it,  I realized,  if I don't do this now, I may not be around for the next Final Gift.  Last one was beyond memory.

Yes, the crust is lumpy (but good), the apples inside are small yellow ones (unnamed, I have NO idea what they might have been originally) about the size of swollen golf balls, and like a less tart MacIntosh.

Yes, yes, I know it looks like shepherd's pie, but that really is a crust and it really is good...

I'll get over this, eventually.   =)

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Follow-up to the Mouse Drama

Talked to a very nice saleman at Tractor Supply today, about havaheart traps for really small critters.  (this is, by the way, not the season to visit this store  if you have a low tolerance for poison baits, traps, hunting gear and deer bait stations) and we discussed various methods of mouse removal. He's a fan of electric shock.  I'm a big fan of catch and release, let them work their own way home.

He suggested  a tall pail with a bait lure and a little walkway to get them up and over the top. As he said, they can't leap high enough to get back out.  In thinking it over, I realized that they can't, but my cat can.  Good idea, poor ending. However-- I have a faux composition garden pot that is big enough and tall enough to trap a mouse or two,  and if the top were closed off, and upended, there is a drain hole in the bottom they could enter, and be trapped that way.    Paws could enter, but not entire cats.

Stay tuned.  It might just work.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Angry Mice

I had noticed that Charlie's food dish was being emptied a lot faster lately,  and idly considered the idea of mice... then three or four days ago I happened to open a kitchen drawer and found it filled with cat food kibble.

I mean stuffed.

Sooooo I cleaned out the drawer and put most of the kibble back in the cat's dish,  dumped the rest.  scoured the drawer.  plugged up  the space at the back where I suspected they were getting in.  Next day I opened another drawer and found that they had been busy.  Mouse droppings everywhere,  no food, just vandalism.  Every drawer in the kitchen, even places they had never been, had been visited. 
Angry mice, yep.  Mess with our food supply, lady, and you're in Trouble.
Sigh.  I sent my husband to the store for good old reliable DCon, and he came home with something in green gel cubes that was so toxic you were told to wear gloves, keep kids, pets, and hands away from the causes internal bleeding in mice (which seems a particularly vicious way to die) and also in humans and pets if you get it in your system.  Someone told me it was the equivalent of Warfarin.   If I put this stuff down,  the mouse gets some, one of the cats kills the mouse and eats some or all of it, and then dies too.  Really really nice.

I started thinking about food chains here.  If the mouse eats the poison,  and goes outside, whats to stop a snake or owl from grabbing him as live prey?  The snake dies, or the owl dies, and whatever finishes off the  owl or snake passes along the poison in their system too.

He took the DCon back.  Havaheart traps are kinder and definitely safer.  I'm all for catch and release, yeah, its a bit more work for me, (and for the mouse),  but if i can rescue snakes, birds, hornets, spiders and whatever else blunders in,  surely I can do the same for a mouse. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Primes of my life (fudging the challenge just a tad)

3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 37, 41, 43, 47    are the first 13 primes

like Pi,  the list is endless and apparently random

only number strings that end in 1, 3, 7 and 9 are possibilities

unlike Pi, new primes are still being discovered but even with super computers it still takes years to churn through all the numbers in between  is a good source that won't make you cross your eyes to understand

inside the lists are endless patterns, but nothing that you can write a formula for to predict the next one

Thursday Thirteen

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

oh happy happy hallowe'en, joy joy

There is an ad that just sprang up on the radio station I listen to while Im in the kitchen,  and this particular ad is geared toward Hallowe'en.   It's from a place that grows raw vegetables and then freezes and markets them that way as healthy snacks.

Their ad suggested that instead of giving out harmful candy and stuff this Hallowe'en we should all pass out little packets of fresh frozen raw vegetables to the kiddies,  carrots, celery,  parsnips,  beets...

Saturday, October 17, 2015

dry leaves sound like the rain (6WS)

the wind is shaking the leaves loose
everything is in motion

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Even as we speak

he's in there typing up the instructions for me on how to run his Bobcat.  Not only turn it on, but how to turn it off, too, which is not as easy as you might think.   It involves hydraulic hoses, four buttons to just power the thing up, and if anyone makes a sharp remark about "gosh that sounds like my ex..."

Good man. I think he's more worried about the BobCat than he is me at this point.

I just had a flash into the future which is as Terry Pratchett so aptly puts it, "not necessarily a light at the end of the tunnel but a flamethrower" where this very old lady has had to call 911 because she ran out of fuel while she was plowing, skidded into a snowbank, and is now trapped because the door is against a wall of snow...

Thursday, October 1, 2015

to be grateful 13 times

1.  that at 70 I'm in as good condition as I am
2. we had rain yesterday, more tomorrow
3. I'm ahead of the garden, for once
4. that deer come to the apple trees to feed
5. that turkeys march across our driveway as if they owned it
6. maybe the drought is over
7. I'm no shorter than I was last year
8. whatever memory I still have is still spot on, it just takes longer to get to it
9. most of our wood is in
10.  the cats are getting along (sort of)
11. we haven't lost the power lately
12. yay it's october
13. in about 13 weeks more or less the days start getting longer =)

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Across the lake, the loon calls (6WS)


1. across the lake, the loon calls
2. leaves rustle with a papery sound
3. morning fires are becoming evening fires
4. an extra blanket for the bed
5. warm in the sun, cool in the shade
6. look up,  the geese are leaving

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem for An Early Autumn Morning (6WS)


I have forgotten the names of stones
and clouds, the better to admire color and form
without the burden of name
to tell me what I should be seeing.

The classifications for various sedges
and creeping vines have finally eluded me;
taxonomy can never describe the way
a particular grass tickles your skin
when you walk barelegged through a field,
or the delicate arching of seed heads
heavy and ripe along the side of a shady path.

Nor am I now able to recall 
the fifty words for snow
or sixteen words for water;
knowing the subtle differences between ivies
is less important than it was,
and while I hunt for the name
of that strange red bird
it has grown weary of posing,
and flown back to the nameless tree
in the unnamed wood, and mocks me
with its call, for the rest of the day

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bottoms Up (Thursday 13)

1 Beer for My Horses

2 Whiskey and Wimmin

3 One More for the Road

4 Days of Wine andRoses

5 Whiskey Rye Whiskey

6 Bottle of Wine

7 Little Brown Jug

8 The Parting Glass

9 Whiskey in the Jar

10 There is a Tavern in the Town

11 Drunken Sailor

12 Elderberry Wine

13 Scotch and Soda

Thursday Thirteen

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Funny and scary at the same time

Just clicked on Google and oh golly there's a graphic on the homepage, of birthday cakes...I had a really strange feeling about that, and held the cursor over it and a little popup said "happy birthday Judy"

No, you don't have it.

I can't tell you how unsettling that is, it's like looking out your remote cabin window and seeing a stranger peering in the window at you.  

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Thinking Out Loud (2) On 6WS

Rain, finally.  We have had no appreciable rain since March.  It sprinkled a few times, we had one thunderstorm in August,  one last week (which took out two of our kitchen light bulbs),  and even the big maples in the yard were beginning to wilt.  Rain yesterday, a good solid soaker.   We need a week of this,  and then another week, just to catch up.

Last week I noticed that frogs (not toads) were living in the woodpiles,  because it's cool and damp. So I put out a huge heavy waiter's tray beside the woodpile, filled it with water, put a few sticks around it for verisimilitude, an old footstool on top for shade, and a bunch of hay and weedy things. Ten minutes, and I heard splashing.  lol.

In the late evening, when it's nearly dark, I can once again hear whippoorwills, and early early in the morning.  Far from here, maybe down near the stream at the end of the road.  But definite and distinct.  To a forest dweller, whippoorwills are the equivalent of  loons to a lake dweller.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Thinking Out Loud (1)

Gave in about two weeks ago and bought one of those pill reminder trays with the day of the week on each one.  Hate to admit it, but it works, in two ways.  I always know what day it is,  and always know if Ive taken my pills.  
None of them are life and death meds, but life is a bit easier with them than without.

Had to have new tires on the car,  all the rubber between the treads was cracked.  The garage guy said tires now are so full of recycled materials its a wonder they last as long as they do.  Six years is about average.  So recycling things into other things is noble, and I do it automatically, but when you  reuse stuff you are also factoring in impurities that shorten the life of the new product.  It's a trade, I guess.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The literary clue (most of them silly) Thursday 13

1.  The wife goes missing. The husband calls the police, and the first thing they do is ask what was she wearing.  Either he rattles off exactly what she wore ('grey slacks, wool, with a yellow silk blouse and grey wool sweater")   or they go upstairs where he flings open the fully loaded closet and says, "aha, her light green silk blouse is missing, and her dark brown cotton slacks.  I dont see her blue walking shoes anywhere, that's odd, she hated them, NEVER wore them..."

If the cops asked my husband what I was wearing I doubt if he could even remember I was clothed.  "I think she had bluejeans on, and one of those hooded thingies, maybe yellow, but it's warm, I really don't know"...

2.  The mysterious match book--definitely a clue.  The Blue Chicken Bar and Grill.

3.  A lipstick stain on a wine glass.  "That's odd, it's not her color at all. She must have had company".

4.  Advertising ashtray--track down the logo to the TaiWan Sushi Bar in Japan (never mind that the story takes place in Cleveland) and you have your killer

5.  Searching the house for clues.  (this one has me in stitches)  It assumes maids, spotless rooms, an attic so barren it only takes two hours to search, and checking every single damn book.  yep.

6. Dusting for fingerprints.  In a house that has seen innumerable parties,  sleep  over guests,  and endless visits by relatives bringing friends, and the detective will find the odd fingerprint among the welter of finger prints (assuming the maids didnt get there first and buff them away)

7.  Mysterious phone calls (in), strange unwarranted moods, behaviors, etc. well he's been terribly moody these past few weeks...

8.  The mystery pen with an advertising logo from, say, a chain of motels or an airline (but he HATED flying...)

9.  Red Herrings (1)--some writers will throw you a gentle curve, some will buffet you with red herring clues that veer off in all directions and after awhile you don't even try.

10. The hidden movie (dvd, , photographs, etc)

11.  The Mysterious Letter

12.  Unexplained jewelry in the jewelry box (hey, what's this?  I never saw this before...I wonder where she got this, it looks expensive

13.  The glance between two people that only the terribly astute and perceptive detective can interpret

Thursday Thirteen

Sunday, September 6, 2015

and a moose in the woods

Moose Walking

(where the chipmunk is I have no idea. I will assume he got out through the window until my nose tells me differently.  yeuwww)

Saturday, September 5, 2015

A Chipmunk in the Dining Room (6WS)

I have a chipmunk in the dining room. Yesterday afternoon I went in there for something and  heard a terrified shriek from under the small bookcase between the windows. Oh dear, I thought. We have a guest.
So I left the window up, a chipmunk sized but not cat-sized opening,  and closed the door on my way out.  He shrieked once more and was still.

This morning I went in to see how things were going and he screamed at me again.  The cat came hurrying over, surely intent on comforting his new best friend, but I put him outside the room and closed the door.  Cat food, I thought.  Little chipmunk-sized kibble.  And water. Can't have him dehydrating on me.  The kibble leads to the chair placed artfully and invitingly in front of the table that leads to the outside.

This is his last chance to figure it out. By tomorrow morning if he's still here I'm letting the cat in.  There is a limit, and I so do not want to be sharing quarters with an overfed chipmunk and all his friends...

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Reprise of Morris Lessner and the FlyingBooks

I posted this once some time ago and it got taken down for some reason, but it has surfaced again and seems only fitting that I should try again. It's a lovely careful charming animation.  Enjoy.

september (Thursday 13)

13 things about September which may or may not fascinate you

1. my birthday month

2. its another of those indeterminate months--like May--that can't make up its mind

3. September begins on the same day of the week as December every year, because there are 91 days separating September and December, which is a multiple of seven (the number of days in the week).

4.No other month ends on the same day of the week as September in any year.

5.Take a Loved One to the Doctor Day
followed closely by :

6.National Chicken Month
7. National Rice Month
8. National Wild Rice Month 
9,National Potato Month

(which solves the problem of what to have for supper, eh)

10.  it's one of our busier months (not counting all the others): chimneys need cleaning, I'm stacking wood on two sides of the house short wood here on the porch-- longer wood there in the shed -- the grass will be getting its final haircut of the summer soon

11. potatoes need digging and my pitiful onions are more like fetal onions than I really had planned on. Note to self:  maybe lime, next year.

12.  time to deconstruct the garden before it gets too cold to do it. can I send anyone some lovely jonquil bulbs?

13. O joy, the tourists have gone.  At least until the leaves change color.  The beaches are now ours again, and the hiking trails.

Thursday Thirteen

Sunday, August 30, 2015

From the new camera

from last night, a very suspicious 8 point buck has just discovered a strange critter in his woods

Whether its a large deer or a small cat, the body language apparently is remarkably similar. 

August twins

How they survive the winter is beyond me, they may get special attention from the rest of the herd, as to warmth and protection,  and they're still light enough on their feet to not sink in the way a heavier adult would, on crusted snow.    Pretty things, though, arent they. I couldnt get a shot of the two together,  sadly.  They are bigger than they look;  they've lost that Bambi cute part, and are now more like adolescent kids with a grown spurt.  =)

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Head Shakers (Thursday13)

1. Clothesline is now being packaged and sold
in kit form, with a few clothespins, a small
length of clothesline, and (swallowing bravely)
instructions. I believe it also touts the benefits
of hanging your clothes out in the fresh air
but says nothing about 'restrictions in some areas
may apply".

2. In our now defunct old style hardware store they
were selling lamp oil in various 'weights', some in
designer packages with pretty colors and scents
to mask but not really hide the scent of kerosene...
I watched as a very nicely dressed lady debated
the benefits of each, and then chose the micro-
processed variety which clearly stated that it should
not be used in ceramic lamps, as it could bleed
through the pottery.  "It's safer", she said, firmly,
"than kerosene.  Less flammable."

3. City street detours that must have been  designed by
werewolves and malcontents--I was in one of these
 Moebius strip detours a few weeks ago,  and realized
the Detour sign was at the far end of a one way street
and the street itself was closed to traffic...

4. Two older people were in the dairy section of
the supermarket, debating the wisdom of buying yogurt
that was on the last "sell by' day.  "We'll never be
able to eat all that yogurt by tomorrow" the wife said,
the husband agreed, and they put it back on the shelf.

5. People in other,  more geographically organized states
who give bizarre directions to lost drivers: 'well you go
north for ten blocks and thenturn east at the first light
after that, and then south. You can't miss it."   Watch me.
First question, 'which way is north?"

6. You ask directions to a particular highway/street/etc. and
the clerk says, "see where that red truck is turning up there?
You turn there and you'll be all set."  yep.

7. On back roads with not a lot of wiggle room, you expect
the road crews to start (and most of them do) around 8 or 9
in the morning, after the school buses and commuters
have had their turn.  Now and then an over eager roadcrew
already has their gear firmly planted in the center of the
road by 7 AM, and its obvious they have been there since
dawn.  Why?

8. If you buy a loaf of fresh bread in the supermarket
and eat only half the loaf on that day, do you finish off
the loaf the next day, or do you toss it and buy another?
Isn't it now day-old bread?

9. One-a-Day multivitamins now come in Men's and Women's
bottles, the women's vitamins in pink and the men's in a
manly blue.  I thought there might be a difference in what's
in 'em, but the labels are identical.

10. People who think nothing about driving past parked cars
on a crowded city street,  but a car parked well off the highway,
clearly unoccupied,  causes people to shy like nervous horses,
pulling way out to drive around the vehicle, often  scaring
the bejebus out of oncoming traffic...

11. I can never decide if  "Road Work 1 Mile" means one mile ahead
or one miles' worth of it.

12. "Closed to through traffic" seems plain enough,  but don't you
wonder how many people pretend they're really just going down the
street, because this is where I LIVE, mister... and sneak out the
other end.

13. You are hopelessly lost. You aren't even sure what town you're in
at this stage, so  you stop at a convenience store.  "What town am I in?"
you ask, opening your map so you can backtrack....  There's a pause.
The girl behind the counter says,  "I don't know." She calls over to another
clerk and says, "What town are we in?" and neither of them has the
faintest idea.

Thursday Thirteen

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Look what I found in Google Images

If you type in your blog's name, (along with maybe an image such as "ducks" or some other photo or image you have on the blog),  into google Images  I think youll see every image or graphic you've ever posted on that site (along with a few strays from other similar venues)

I tried this with Field and Fen cooking, and wow what a lot of food, lol.  Annnnd with "forest trees" and there were all my forest photos.

Liz, do NOT try this with just the name "boud' in the subject line. Trust me.

Full credit is given, but its still a bit of a jolt to see them elsewhere than where you expect them to be. The mind races...

Saturday, August 22, 2015

The disappearing wood in New Hampshire (6WS)

Not what you might think, however.

One of the most appalling things I can think of to happen to a tree (I think some part of me is part Druid...) is the way they harvest them today, and demolish trees into wood chips, from whole trees to finished product in a very short time.  The trees are sucked out of the ground by huge huge machines,  roots and all, and chipped into, er, chips.  This is where your pellet stoves come in.

We have two power companies in NH, one is the one we use, New Hampshire Electric Coop. Nice folks. really into recycling, reducing costs, waste, and such.  The other company is Public Service. They announced last fall or last winter that they were converting their coal fired plants to wood pellets, in an effort to conserve our non renewable resources.  Sounds pretty good doesn't it.

All them trees, yessah. Chip, chip, chip.

Now.  People have been told for years that burning wood is almost a mortal sin, as it adds pollutants to the air. (apparently oil and gas don't, isn't that good to know) and we could be shut down at anytime by the EPA, there is even a LAW against owning or using a non-approved woodstove.  And along comes Public Service to do the very thing we are told we shouldn't be doing and isn't it SWELL?

The drawback to this dance is that most of the loggers are now heading to PSNH with their truck loads, since apparently the money is much better and no one has to spend their days bucking this stuff up,  splitting it, dealing with customers, trucks, splinters, mashed fingers, and weather.  So they take their logs to a wood chipping facility instead and then race back home for more.  It hurts the people who sell wood to home owners and it hurts the homeowners like us who depend totally on wood for fuel.  By the first of July we were scrambling to find enough individuals who have a  cord here and a cord there, to spare.

We have also been told (and it does almost make sense) that selling seasoned wood is cheaper than selling green, simply because it can be stockpiled  and sold year-round, and they can charge more for seasoned.  You takes what you can get, I guess.

But what bothers me is all the wood that will be cut down, now, "in the name of' Public Service of New Hampshire".  Once that's gone (and the amount of wood chips per hour that get used for this sort of thing is appalling) what will they use?  I don't quite know how the system works on a large scale, but I do know that anyone who uses wood chips or pellets in their pellet stove has to rely on electricity to run it.  And if PSNH is using electricity to run their giant Pellet Stove in the Sky, well...

Friday, August 21, 2015

porcupines from the wildlife camera

Now we're havin' FUN--the baby must have told his family, and they decided to see what was going on...he's on the right in both of these.  Got 27 pictures last night on the game camera, everyone of them with at least two porcupines in it, chowing down...

If you've never seen what a wildlife camera does, it operates with infrared light, which accounts for the "bug eyed monster" syndrome in these.  It also allows easier spotting of dark animals, you just look for the little white dot

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Book titles

"Paws"   the real story of what happens Out There in the dark

"Lord of the Rungs"  Ladder dancers. Illustrated. 

"Stranger in a Strange Band"

"Lord of the Fries"  never touch my fryolater

"Withering Heights"  One woman's struggle with Osteoporosis 

"Thirty Nine Stops"    A bus driver's life  "as told to..."

"Lady Chatterley's Loser"

"A Rivet Runs Through It"  Shipbuilding , the Basics

"20,000 Legumes Under the Sea"  Hydroponics at Work For You

"The Tide Machine" one setting, one detergent 

"The Quiche and the Dead"-- The Cook's Confession

"A Brief History of Lime" --there's  just so much one can say about lime...

"Oliver Twit"

Thursday Thirteen

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Baby Porcupine and Pear Branch--(still life with fruit)

We have an old pear tree in the yard, and due to this year's bumper crop of fruit one or two branches just peeled off the tree.  Last night this little guy, no bigger than a  softball,  showed up for his own private feast.   When they eat fruit, they spit out the icky skin, and rotate the piece of fruit in their paws the way we do corn on the cob.  And they eat all of it. Not just bits.  In the bottom picture he  has finally found the branch, and a pear nearly the size of his head.  Happy porcupine. 

Monday, August 17, 2015

What are you reading these days

Started up reading after I quit the RailNation game, and haven't let down yet. Plowed my way through Lee Child (who seems to be a successor to Robert Parker) , several of John Grisham's huge and extremely gory novels (guttural screams in the night seem to be a favorite of his)  and Neil Gaiman first novel, "Neverwhere" which is the most satisfying of his books that I've read so far, since
it trusts the reader to understand where he is, if not where the book is heading, and the ending works. I found his other books sort of left you hanging three feet off the ground at the end, with nowhere soft to land.  This is the first I've ventured to take on in a long time.

And never one for much biography,  I finally finished John Matteson's "Eden's Outcasts", which is basically the life stories of Louisa May Alcott and her father Bronson.  Not a book to sail through on a slow Sunday afternoon, and it took me over three weeks to finally sit down and finish it.  Funny, and sad, and extremely well put together, two complicated people in a complicated family.   If you like biography this is the one to dig into.

I find when I revisit books (especially the series books like LOTR and the Discworld series) they are slightly different each time I read them.  LOTR I first read when it first came to this country in the 1960s.  I've read it several times since, and this last time, after a hiatus of maybe 20 years, picked it up last summer, read all four books in the trilogy, without stopping.   The books haven't changed, but I have, so what I bring to them and what I take from them are quite different now.

Same for the DiscWorld series. I read that as an ongoing project for the better part of the year, and each time I find new things to wonder at, and be amused or moved by.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


English muffin
French toast
Dutch courage
Irish stew
Chinese Pie
Scotch Whiskey
English Ivy
Welsh Rabbit
Tasmanian Devil
Hungarian Goulash
Brazil nut
California raisin
Canadian bacon

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Winter Poem for A Summer Saturday (6WS)


Having fallen off the edge
of winter I have become
the unraveled rim of a basket,
the moonstone missing
from a favored ring.
The earth fills up with snow,
edge to edge, level as a knife
across a cup of flour,
featureless as death.

There is no here, no there,
no past beyond my own construction.
Hindsight is a greedy crow
and every time it flaps its wings
I remember what I've missed
Small pieces sliding into place
make sense at last, connected
like dried leaves trapped
in a thawing stream
as silent as the possibility
of what comes next

Thursday, August 6, 2015

s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g a bit for this one


red-headed woodpecker

yellow goldfinch

scarlet tanager

black capped chickadee

white dove

grey goose

purple finch

lemon meringue pie

pink flamingo

black and white warbler

indigo bunting

ruby throated hummingbird

Thursday Thirteen

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Right time, right place, no regrets (6WS)

My mother was a city woman, and the city held no terrors for her:  (this was also the 1950s, a very different animal)  when we moved there the year I was 9, I was stunned to realize that I was given almost complete physical freedom without the annoying mummy-daddy thing going on.

In the country,  where I started out, I was kept on a really tight lead:  my folks bought into the idea of lecherous truckers with candy and cute little girls at risk--it was drummed into me that you never never talked to strangers.   If I went anywhere, it was in the company of an adult.

The transition for a soon to be 9 year old girl was incredible. I must admit, I spent half my time lost in a school that had 1000 kids (four times as many kids as the pop. of the town I came from) or trying to find the Principal's office, or  learning city rules vs. country rules, but still...

In the city I acquired two bands of girlfriends, and I became a marauding, wide ranging kid, all over the streets, I had shortcuts to the library, the church, the school...god help people's lawns, lol--on Saturday I would disappear after breakfast and not surface until nearly supper time, just in time for Roy Rogers.  Never once did my mother quiz me (and a good thing too) about my day, she seemed blithely unconcerned.  Not speak to strangers?  my GFs and I spent all one summer making and selling potholders, door to door, 2 for a quarter.  We cleaned up.  If we'd had baby sisters or brothers we'd have peddled them too.

That was where I learned to ride a bike, and that, surprisingly, was limited to our parking lot (we lived in an apartment) and never on the street.

When we returned to NH the clamp came down again, but now I could ride the bike anywhere I wanted, even to school, 8 miles away.  Go figure.

I never had another bike and by the time I was 15 or 16 it was just too much effort to haul me and the bike up our steep hills so I became a walker. But the difference in attitude was stunning.

Those two years in the city were, as a kid, two of the happiest and scariest  years of my growing up. I wept when we moved back here...=)  sometimes I wonder what might have happened if we had stayed:  obviously there's no way of knowing,  or even guessing, but I would not be the me I am now. That much is clear.  What is also clear,  I have no regrets.  Right time, right place.  No regrets

Thursday, July 30, 2015

13 good things I remember as a kid [Thursday Thirteen]

1. Going to the beach and building sand castles
2. The Christmas I got the windup train and the track
3. Living for two years in a city environment
4. My first and only bike when I was 9
5. spending two weeks with my best friend and her folks at their summer camp in Maine
6. going to the library
7. endless cardgames with my mother on snowy winter days (no school today, yay)
8. learning to play cribbage
9. the Red Sox on the radio with Curt Gowdy announcing
10. Our first television (big old cabinet Dumont)
11. Reading and collecting "the Bobbsey Twins" series
12. My first job at 17
13.learning to write cursive

Thursday Thirteen

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Book Talk redux

One of the dubious glories of being a voracious reader is discovering books that you read years ago (or maybe, these days,  year) as old dimly remembered events; usually half way through 600 pages, when you begin to feel familiar with the plot line, and the character;  too far along to let it go,  not far enough along to remember how it ends.

 Luckily when I buy most books I buy them used,  from a thrift shop or used book store or a church sale, so the outlay is generally less than 50 cents a book, sometimes 3 for a quarter.   I'm not shy about rereading a book. If I liked it the first time, chances are I still do, although some are one-time reads, good enough in their own right but not something to be repeated anytime soon.

But now, with the proliferation of 'blockbuster'  novels with similar theme names ("The Bourne Ultimatum", "The Bourne Identity", etc)  and six or seven hundred page reads,  by the time I've reached the end of one I am so overwhelmed with plot lines and red herrings and possiblities that the brain just  quits.  It's like being on a fast moving train.  You can no longer appreciate the scenery, there's just too much to take in.

One of the other dubious glories of being a older voracious reader is, like meeting old classmates after 45 or 50years,  you spend half your time trying to figure out where you've seen them before, and the rest catching up on people neither of you can recall clearly or perfectly.

In my last swoop through the thrift shop a few weeks back I managed to find at least a dozen very large novels by Kellerman, Michael Crichton,  Robert Ludlum.  John Grisham.  It turns out that I actually had bought some  of the books earlier in the summer and ten pages in realized they were books  I had reread a few years back. sigh.  The only one in the current  pack that I can deal with is Grisham. The others are either too bloody or too complex or too plot heavy and they will go to book heaven come winter.

Thursday, July 23, 2015



1.  it's snowing
2.  the river is about to flood
3.  it's too hot to do more
4.  you're stuck in traffic and the A/C quit
5.  your best friend just called with good news
6.  your ex called to invite you to the wedding
7.  an old boyfriend took the time to look you up
8.  you just learned that it's not always about you
9.  you just got downsized out of a job and you dont care
10. you went to your 35th class reunion and no one knew you
11. the light is better over there
12. I said so
13. your 40 yr old daughter called from Arkansas, she's coming back home to live with you

Monday, July 20, 2015

Dreaming the book

I've mentioned before that now and then I will have a dream that is solid reportage,  starting with me reading (in the dream state) a newspaper article, which then turns to hearing a narration and then to a careful segue into being the article itself.

Lately, coming down off of that game intensive year of no reading at all beyond cereal boxes and soup can labels,  I've been reading a stack of 600 page monster novels from people like Michael Crichton, Lee Child, John Grisham--one every other day, cover to cover.  and now I've found that when I dream I dream as a narrator/writer of very similar novels, long winded, plain speech, in that very similar voice...

I keep thinking, if it were only possible to  type and dream at the same time, by now Id have at least the better part of a lawyer driven-deep south-highly complicated novel of murder and mess, written out and ready to be proofed.  I wake up drenched in sweat, and exhausted.

Maybe it would work with poetry. Hrm..

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Don't try this at home

This computer (Win 7) has a nice System Restore function, gives me a new restore point every day, for the days when Bone and Headed meet on the keyboard.

There is also  a nifty little tool called "Snip".  You can take the part of any image on the screen and plunk it in a photo managing setting.  a face, a bit of text,  anything.  
I've never been much of a fan of it,  but today I was messing around on the desktop with it and
suddenly I hit the wrong button and my entire screen image was upside down.

trying to read a computer screen upside down is hard enough, trying to work the cursor from a mirror-upside-down position  is an excercise in insanity.  I rebooted, back into the same upside down image and then opened a program to see if it just affected the wall paper. was all over everything.  

oh. my. god.

My whole computer.

I KNOW where the sys. restore function is, but trying to find it while reading upside down and the cursor seems to want to hide in the wrong corner, and then locating the right line...luckily I only lost a few hours of the day, and I have whipped the Snip tool soundly and put it to bed without its supper.  

Saturday, July 18, 2015

6 things that made a difference (6WS)

1. Learning to read (mother said, anything on the bookshelves. if you can reach it, you can read it)
2. Living for two years in the city (oy, the freedom)
3. A neighbor brought me my first kitten when I was twelve.  I told Mother, it could have been worse.     It could have been a pony.
4. Marrying the right guy
5. Seeing this house for the first time
6. Learning to drive (oy, the freedom)

[make your own list, public or private. It's funny, the things that really mattered, really changed you from who you were into who you are. ]

Thursday, July 9, 2015


1. Harry Langdon
2. Ben Turpin
3. Harold Lloyd
4. Charlie Chaplin
5. Marie Dressler
6. Francis X. Bushman
7. Lillian Gish
8. Rudolph Valentino
9. Greta Garbo
10. Clara Bow
11. Norma Talmadge
12. Lionel Barrymore
13. Lon Chaney

Thursday Thirteen

Thursday, July 2, 2015

I just saw him...

through the front door
over the back porch
out the window
beneath the window sill
up the chimney
around the corner
inside the cellar
under the stairs
behind the curtains
in back of the bureau
beyond the fence
up in the attic
out on the roof

Thursday 13

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Oh, please

It is nearly the 4th of July, and it is 57 degrees out and rainy.  I have a spirited fire in the kitchen stove.   The plants, of course love it,  and the two inches of rain we're getting tells me we might just have a good summer,  just not when

addendum:  it is now 47 degrees, and I am seriously considering a fire in the dining room stove.  The cat has been out once, looked at me as if  I were insane, and came back in, wind whipped and soggy.   =)

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Not a Trick of the Light (6WS)

In the winter, Charlie is a medium long haired grey/white/black leggings cat
In the summer, he is a medium short haired dark brown/medium brown. black leggings cat
I have  no idea why, except that he may have an 'overcoat' of white/grey that replaces the brown.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

In Brief

1. Dylan
2. Shakespeare
3. Cher
4. Marilyn
5. Garbo
6. Kennedy
7. Einstein
8. Gable
9. Lennon
10  Lincoln
11. Capote
12. Liberace
13. Streisand

New Thursday 13

Saturday, June 20, 2015

The Dark of the Moon Blues (6WS)

Spring Tides

when the light goes out up there
for a day or two, 
I feel the tug of nothing
like trying to sing in a vacuum
and no sounds come out

no song satisfies 
unless it's in a minor key
with that heavy beat behind it
like a steady blow
between the shoulder blades

and I begin to slosh in and out
like the spring tide,
retreating further and further from shore
exposing rocks and broken shells
that won't be seen again
for another year

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Color Spectrum Test

color spectrum test

aha I found it  

color is in the eye of the beholder

Blue Green

more lucky 13s at: Thursday 13

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Recovered from the old "6 sentences" site, now defunct

Oh, Let Me Count the Ways

After 30 years of longing and self-imposed madness, still gifted with a sixth sense about her, Jack took to counting pickup trucks; no idea why that particular item, except they were handy, numerous, and ubiquitous.  The goal was ten thousand even, but with an added handicap of no red or white ones, and no extended cabs.  When he added the last truck on I-81, he stopped for coffee in the next town as a kind of 'seal the deal' event, wondering with rock-solid certainty not "if" but "when"  'it' would happen.

As he was getting up to leave the door jangled open and three stout blowsy middle-aged women walked in,  brushing by as he shrugged awkwardly into his jacket.   One of the voices reached him, resonating for a very long moment before he threw down the tip with a clatter, getting just a glimpse of her as he passed their table--nahh,  he thought,  it couldn't be.  Back in the car again, he looked around the parking lot.  "One", he said, "two, three, four..."

Saturday, June 13, 2015

about the nature of game addiction (6WS)

I have an addictive personality--I am also highly competitive. This is a dynamite and dangerous combination when it comes to games in which you pit yourself against opponents, obstacles, or both. When the opponents are not computer generated, there is also a sense of community that springs up among people on one 'side' vs. the other 'side'.

You may maintain your "I"ness, your persona, but it gets subverted into a kind of group mode in order to succeed in quests, adventures, or goals that are group oriented.  The "I" is there, but it's now  involved in making decisions that affect the entire group, and the more independent you are, it is both harder and easier at the same time to devote your energies to that group and that goal.

I have just finished a year long stint with a game called RailNation.  There were four separate games played,  each lasting 12 weeks, with a slight space between each one.  It was played out on a map of the United States, and you settled (with your association) in one city and 'owned' it.  It is,  frankly, maddeningly, one of the best, hardest, and most interesting games I have ever played, one of the most addictive, and it required attention on a daily/hourly basis. Unlike many games, WoW most notably,  it continued on whether you were logged on or not.  That meant you were more or less forced to show up fairly regularly in order to be productive and useful to your Association.

I loved it, and hated it by the end of the last round, which ended last week.

 I'm gone.  The new game started today,  I went over and saw that I could log in,  and I fled. Seriously.  Took down the shortcut and the references to it.

Then I went out and mowed the lawn.

Thursday, June 11, 2015


                  One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
             Two Happy People...
                 Three Men in a Boat
                                 Four Door Sedan
                 Five Finger Exercise
           Seven Days in May
                               Eight is Enough
                Nine Men's Morris
                    Ten Little Fingers Ten Little Toes
           Ocean's Eleven
                    Twelve O'clock and All's Well
                              THURSDAY THIRTEEN

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

sleeping beauty

I've always had trouble falling asleep.

For as long as I can remember, it's been a tussle to 'get there' no matter how tired, how dark, how late, the brain just kept on humming.  I lay a lot of the blame to being put to bed way too early as a kid, and in the summer being in bed while it was still light out.
Being a night person by nature, I hadnt shut down yet enough and spent probably an hour or more trying to get into sleep mode.

I used to count, sometimes into the tens of thousands, to bore myself to sleep.  As an adult I just waited it out.

Even after I got married, even after we came up here to live,  it was always a struggle to drift off, especially being married to a man who fell asleep almost instantly. That is SO annoying.

Then something magical happened, and Im still not sure what it was, but it worked.  One day I was rearranging the bedroom, and happened to place the bed on the west wall, covering an old bedroom fireplace that we didnt use and had sealed off.  That night I got into bed and the next thing I knew it was morning.

Whoa, I thought. That was amazing. Next night, same thing.  Every night.  No more toss-and-turn, no more waiting for the brain to stop stravaging through my entire life history,  I would lie down, toss and turn once, and wake up the next morning.

It may be part of the Feng Shui thing the Chinese use, where furniture placement is supposed to help or hinder your mood and temperament.  I've lived in many places, some of them with the bed facing east, but never facing a window that way. Always a wall.  It's been over 20 years since I moved that bed and only rarely do I have trouble sleeping, maybe once a year.

To anyone who has trouble sleeping, or falling asleep, this is a miracle every night.  However, Ill never be able to move the bed again  =)

Saturday, June 6, 2015

A Poem for Six Word Saturday (6WS)

          (by J. Sprat)

Last week we fixed the door.
Today you broke the floor.
Every time you take a bath
I fear for every lath
and every beam and timber.
I am no longer young or limber
and it’s really getting harder
to avoid your mammoth ardor--

I think we need to talk.
You can no longer safely walk
without causing mass destruction
to the sturdiest construction
from the kitchen to the basement.
This will be the fifth replacement
of the stairs.  When you cannot make it
through a door without a jimmy
then I can no longer take it.
I’ve seen you in your shimmy.
I’d love you more, turtledove,
if there were just a little less of you to love.

                                       (published, Melic Review, long ago)

Monday, May 25, 2015

Animators beware

                                    what happens when the gremlins take over
                              (you  can also run this full screen, it shows up better)