Thursday, November 30, 2017
1. trying to get from here to there
2. in the middle of nowhere
3. between a rock and a hard place
4. over the hill
5. under the weather
6. traveling light
7. taking the long way home
8. living life in the slow lane
9. caught in the middle
10. out to lunch
11. at the bottom of the barrel
12. beyond all reason
13. on the right page in the wrong book
Posted by mittens at 1:00 AM
Thursday, November 23, 2017
1. all thumbs
2. at sixes and sevens
3. two left feet
4. in a blue funk
5. tied up in knots
6. under the weather
8. one foot in the grave
9. in over my head
10. too much information...
12. how much?
New Thursday 13
Posted by mittens at 6:00 AM
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
I found the camera
I found that if you hit the wrong button
you are suddenly staring at yourself
and if you don't know what you're doing
you even get to take a video of yourself
trying to find the buttons to TURN IT OFF
nothing sharpens your phone knowledge
faster and more completely than hunting
for the 'reverse camera' mode while keeping
the camera firmly fixed on the ceiling...
Then I discovered that while I was away
(in a manner of speaking) the Mr. had
been downloading about nine thousand
YouTube videos of people like Sarah McLachlan,
Sinead O'Connor and Sting...
Looks to be an interesting day, lol
Posted by mittens at 9:14 AM
Monday, November 20, 2017
because I thought
it less than a dream
but truer than I dared to hope
because I thought of all
there was and all there never would be
conjoined with hope and loss
until I would not
separate the two
and because I thought you real
I lost the chance I never knew I had
to make you real once more
Posted by mittens at 7:14 PM
Friday, November 17, 2017
For a week or so we had been visited daily by two to six hen turkeys, who have discovered the grass- gone-to-seed in front of the porch. Not long ago Charlie noticed them too. One morning I was watching them march past the porch, but this time they were clucking nervously, and not stopping.
Just then my husband came in and said, "um, Charlie's in the shed doorway, watching the turkeys..." and then we noticed him walking slowly down the driveway about five feet behind the turkeys. Not stalking them, not making grrrr noises. Just walking. I said, "I think he's shooing them away..." and after several more paces, he sat down, and waited. The turkeys, glancing over their shoulders, continued down the driveway. Then he turned and came up onto the porch.
The line had been drawn, lol.
It reminded me of the way mounted officers keep crowds from getting out of hand: they carefully move the horses slightly closer, and since few people want to risk losing a foot or having a huge horse butt in their face, they back up a bit. Nudge, nudge, nudge.
The turkeys, by the way, no longer march down the driveway past the porch.
Posted by mittens at 7:58 PM
Friday, November 10, 2017
If you use the lightbox you can see that those black bits are birds: starlings, in fact. Two days ago I went out on the porch and heard that squeaky rusty windchime sound they make when they're migrating/feeding. The sound, while not deafening, was loud enough to get my attention. I walked down into the field and could see them inside the woods, moving west to east, the back group flying over the crowd to become the front feeders. It's a marvelous way to keep the flock moving foward and no one starves.
Some of them landed on the field just outside the woods, and when they took off it was like the shock wave sound you get when a bomb goes off elsewhere. Yesterday we had three new batches, this time flying above the trees as well as inside them, and the sound when they all landed and then took off truly had a reverb. Im guessing this group was maybe a thousand or so, the later groups might have been three times that. this is the first time in maybe twenty years that we've seen them.
Posted by mittens at 8:15 AM
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Why we put up with all the nonsense with the cold and the snow and mice, roof rakes and leaks and wndows that now and then blow in, in a REALLY good blizzard...
driveway early summer
Cuffy and his catnip dreams
view out the front window
poppy and beauty bush
mother turkey and her babies
no one says you can't
woodpile in October
barred owl looking over his shoulder
wood in September
Turkey Vulture (really)
young buck in November
Posted by mittens at 6:22 PM
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Friday, November 3, 2017
Power's back, the tree crews have been moved (I suspect) onto tree clearing in other parts of the state--and this morning we got a phone call from the electric company. Oh dear, I thought.
she seemed sooo happy to find me at home, and then told me there was a 'slight problem' with our bill this month, because of the storm. The automatic meters apparently had been damaged by the storm, and our bill was a "little bit higher than it was supposed to be." Pause. "Quite a bit higher." Pause.
"Actually it's "$162...thousand". I started laughing at that...
She said it would probably be arriving today or tomoroow, and we did NOT have to pay it ("oh good") and a corrected bill would be in the mail by next week.
I did the math on that, and it figures out to exactly 180 years of phone service at our current bill average.
Posted by mittens at 10:55 AM