some words are just fun to say Thursday13

obfuscation

penultimate

concupiscence

multitudinous

logarithm

obligatory

minatory

ramification

perspicacity

conundrum

early warning system

saskatchewan

amanuensis

Thursday13

Scary things, computers

The only thing scarier than the blue screen of death is the announcement that you  are not who you say you are, deadbeat, and if you don't cough up that password you will be taken out and shot.  Which at that hour of the night is almost a wished-for event.

Chrome kept asking me to sign in to YouTube,  and I kept staring at that and thinking, don't I have to sign OUT first?   Took me an hour to realize that yes, I did have a YouTube password, and I had actually written it down.  No, no, they said.  We can't accept that. You need to sign in.

This morning I tried again.  Slowly. Read all the words. Went to the room they told me to go to, where someone cyberly chuckled and said, heh. heh.  This happens.  It's our fault, but you have to fix it from your end.

One page at a time, tiptoeing through all the clicks and allows and "yes please" and "not a chance" questions.   They sent me, finally, a confirmation number, and then I signed in one last time.

And there was my beloved History, my YouTube stuff, my familiars.  yay. 

Bits and Pieces

Strangest mushrooms  I've ever seen. and they keep dying off and regrowing

Been trying to get this shot all summer, I love the look of this, all those leaves cascading over one another...

My new kitchen counter (window frame to come) with two lovely wide shallow drawers, and the perfect  place for bread making   Underneath the counter is the woodbox area I've always wanted,  handy to the stove, out of the way of everything.  I even have it on rollers, so I can pull it out without doing serious damage to the rug or me...

Charlie the guard cat.  He seems to have chosen his role as Guard, he will sit on the front step or the back step for hours,  sweeping the field like a fuzzy little beacon, baack and forth...

And this, if you look closely, is a perfectly formed apple that has been placed on the chinese chestnut branch, ever-so-carefully,  waiting for whomever placed it there.  We checked the next day and it was gone.  The apple tree this came from is about 50 yards away. 

Well damn now Im hungry T13

Aunt Lizzie's Nice Cake

shortcake

pancake

coffeecake

chocolate cake

three layer coconut cake with butter cream frosting

cupcake

johnny cake

applesauce cake

angel cake

devil food's cake

mayonnaise cake

lemon cake




T13

Mayonnaise cake, recipe.  It really just looks like a regular chocolate cake

https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/chocolate-mayonnaise-cake/

acrobat squirrel

Happy happy squirrel.  He managed to work his way up the pear tree and after nearly braining himself on a branch, reached this: 

Notice the size of the pears relative to the size of the squirrel...his effort paid off, and he hurried home with one firmly clenched in his teeth.

Snippets

I am so weary of the Kardashians:  who ARE they and WHY do they even matter?  Does anyone even care about feuds and babies and those clothes and all that makeup?

He scares me.  He says "go" one day and the next day says "I never said any such thing. It's a lie".  And more and more I'm hearing about Impeachment, about the 25th amendment, about people truly frightened about all of this.  He's the classic narcissist.

Grapes of Wrath

I was planning on a major grape harvest this year, since the stuff I picked last fall turned out so well as jelly.  All summer I've been admiring the bounty, waiting for them to ripen.  Right.

Tonight I went out to murmur words of encouragement at them, and found most of them (and there were a LOT) gone. Not fallen to the ground, just--gone.

I know grapes are one of nature's foods, and a lot of critters eat them.  But the biggest eater I can think of is my favorite rodent, The Pear Eating Squirrel.  That little grey (insert expletive of your choice) squirrel has been systematically stripping My Grapes, and I am left with several sad bunches of green ones. 

Sobbing.

Not sure what to do, short of teaching my cat to hunt squirrels--and judging from the lack of interest on his face, I don't think that's gonna happen.