Waning Crescent

As our side of the moon
fades  into the dark sky
I often wonder
what the people
on the other side see

Half Moon

savages once made up stories
about the sungods eating the moon
and crafting a new one
to take its place
i guess when you dont know the answer
you make up one to fit
whether its about a half moon
or a half memory that won't go away

Today we had company and lived (6WS)

They brought the dog, they brought the baby (who is now walking),  we had lunch,  we went for a walk,  we discussed deep throaty matters, and they went home.
I"m exhausted.   Either we have to do this more often, or never again.  =)

Tomorrow, it will have been fun. Right now it's just over.

Three Quarter Moon

I f you knew just where to stand
between the sun and the moon
at the right horizon
on  top of a  very tall mountain
you could make shadow puppets
against the biggest blank wall
in the universe

waning gibbous 2

one slice at a time
it slowly turns its back
and moons us

Waning Gibbous

no full moon tonight
last night was quite enough
for everyone

Go, turkeys, go

about two weeks ago,  nineteen baby turkeys, two mothers.  They join forces sometimes to protect their young,  and in the past it has been a very successful venture.  if you look carefully you can see that one brood is slightly larger than the other, perhaps by a day or two.

this was the day they learned how to Cross a Road safely

They have also invaded my garden, wiping out an entire generation of slugs and icky beetles in one pass,  19 little Hoovers,  bless 'em.

some weeks are a blank wall... (6WS)

Well, sort of...
   

Small things are sometimes the best

Finally found a temp. conversion chart that does not require a degree in math or the ability to remember 6 difficult things about fractions.  Plug in the number,  and you have the temperature in many many forms.  Possibly more than you ever wanted.

http://www.temperatureconversion.us/


>>>>it's also in the interactive list ovah theyah >>>>

and  welcome to Melissa and Mary,  ty for joining

Low whiney sounds

After spending  several days with reading glasses and tweezers trying to manipulate a memory chip that could hide under a broken cornflake,  I am convinced that miniaturization really  has a bottom line; and for me, this may be it.
"Just because we can"  is no longer an acceptable excuse when you realize dropping one of these things on a pile rug means the next entity  to find it could the the vacuum or, god forbid, the dog.

Yes, yes, these chips  can hold the entire Library of Congress and all the music ever recorded and barely make a presence on the chip,  but if the dog sees it as a yummy new edible,  it really wont matter, will it.

(deep despairing sigh)

Change is good yes it is (6WS)

Kicking and screaming I have been dragged into the century of Google Chrome.  It has not been pretty.  Some things work, some things elude me,  some things I would like to take a three pound hammer to.
As with all things Google,  it likes to direct traffic whether the traffic wants to go there or not.  I woke  up this morning to find half the icons on my desktop had been changed to Google icons.  Mine,  it gurgles,  all mine.  

By nature I dislike change.  Adopteds have that problem (considering the traumatic goings on at the beginning, all out of their control) for their entire lives,  to one extreme or the other.  Some of us dislike leaving (home,  friends,  changing schools), some dislike being left behind, no matter how innocent the intent.   So when change is forced on us by outside sources it becomes doubly difficult to handle.  Lotta whining and moaning.

A little voice keeps saying, "It shouldn't be this hard' and another little voice just sniggers.

well this has been an adventure

I'm getting a tad weary of google chrome, and golly it's only been with us for fifteen minutes...however it looks like I may live.   This has not been fun.   Working in Google has always been like walking a narrow tightrope over quicksand,  and this was no exception.

this may be my last post on this blog since i am unable to use the post box and i am getting a runaround from Google about it

however this seems to be working at the moment if I overflow the title box. 
Stay tuned this just got interesting.

I dont even care what it is

                                                                 but i want one

Sometimes It Just Sneaks Up Quietly (6WS)

This morning I realized it wasn't Friday the 5th,  but omg Saturday the 6th,  and  then I remembered why that sounded so familiar.  Ahhh. it's our 45th anniversary.  Rarely do I remember the date, since I have always been a bit vague on 'was it the 6th or the  8th" and get really funny looks from the mister when I ask. 

But eventually one of us remembers,  which is nice,  and then he says 'im sorry I forgot" and I say, "it's okay, I did too" and it really is okay.  In a way, at least for us, it isn't the event itself that looms, its the fact that we're still here to appreciate it. 

45 years.  wow. Me too. 

Lord of the Woodpile

This is my damn woodpile, you get that?  I found it,  I claimed it,  I OWN it.  Anyone got a problem with that?    GOOD.