Saturday, November 21, 2020
well
it would seem that either I, or Blogger, has decided to clean up my work space.
My followers link is gone, every single thing on the page is gone, except what i posted
today.
i tried rebooting I tried using the system restore. Nothing.
I cannot format properly, and even when i do it leaves out words that needed
to be there.
I'm done, Blogger.
You win.
I'll leave this up as it is, and if anyone knows what happened, let me know.
It would be nice to see the sidebars again, though.
It's a kind of reality check. The funny thing is, this is how I got from one
end of blogger to the other. Without those links, i've nowhere to go. Anyone wants
to email me, feel free. Please.
unspoken
she thinks of the times spent
in quiet easy conversation
two people relaxing on a step
or leaning, the way country people do,
against the side of a pickup,
staring down at nothing
as they discuss everything
sometimes they were so easy
together people mistook them
for more than they were to each other
they were each other's cheering section
on the good days
and on the bad as well
she thinks of the way it felt
when they hugged hello
and then goodbye
some things need
no explanation or reason
or boundaries
and what it is
is just enough on both sides
my stone wall will never become
but never out loud
in quiet easy conversation
two people relaxing on a step
or leaning, the way country people do,
against the side of a pickup,
staring down at nothing
as they discuss everything
sometimes they were so easy
together people mistook them
for more than they were to each other
they were each other's cheering section
on the good days
and on the bad as well
she thinks of the way it felt
when they hugged hello
and then goodbye
some things need
no explanation or reason
or boundaries
and what it is
is just enough on both sides
my stone wall will never become
but never out loud
Friday, November 20, 2020
Oh, the joy, the thrill of discovery the excitement...
We discovered a porcupine
in the shed last night
and have spent all day closing up exits
and entrances, in the hopes that he was out
and away. Not to be.
I have no objection to porcupines, having had a summer fling with one years ago, but this one went into hiding and by sealing all the entraces and exits that meant that he could be accidentally trapped in, and not out.
sure enough I went out to get some wood not long ago and he was in my husband's half of the shed, pacing back and forth. Unhappy little fella. Luckily I had some apples in the house and cut one into several porcupine sized bites, and placed them artfully so that the trail leads to the door, and hopefully, out.
Now, we wait. If we're lucky, he'll be gone.
if not, he will have called all his neighbors for the apple festival.
I have no objection to porcupines, having had a summer fling with one years ago, but this one went into hiding and by sealing all the entraces and exits that meant that he could be accidentally trapped in, and not out.
sure enough I went out to get some wood not long ago and he was in my husband's half of the shed, pacing back and forth. Unhappy little fella. Luckily I had some apples in the house and cut one into several porcupine sized bites, and placed them artfully so that the trail leads to the door, and hopefully, out.
Now, we wait. If we're lucky, he'll be gone.
if not, he will have called all his neighbors for the apple festival.
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Go, Joe (Rambling out loud)
Oh, and while I'm still able to form full sentences, you may have noticed: we
has a new President.
Trouble is, the way things are running (running as in oozing) in Washington these days, we may have the novelty of one President nailed or glued to the Oval Office chair, and the other President being sworn in at the same time.
The Chinese have a curse: "may you live in interesting times". I don't think I can take much more of this 'interesting times' stuff, it seems that we have earned a recess from it.
Boring sounds pretty good at this point. Government is for the politicians to deal with. The rest of us have lives and jobs and families, and politics should be something that we watch on the news, or talk about at a party.
It shouldn't be 24/7. it's nice to know we had the sense to vote the way we did, and that it still matters who actually gets elected. These next two months are going to be entirely too long for my taste,and probably everyone else's too.
In a way, it's like being partnered with a totally abusive, dysfunctional mate: you get used to it, and it becomes your normal. You forget what normal to most people is. Frankly? A bit of boredom from the White House would be welcome, at this point. i'm hoping Mr. Trump behaves the way he should.
A girl can dream, can't she...
Trouble is, the way things are running (running as in oozing) in Washington these days, we may have the novelty of one President nailed or glued to the Oval Office chair, and the other President being sworn in at the same time.
The Chinese have a curse: "may you live in interesting times". I don't think I can take much more of this 'interesting times' stuff, it seems that we have earned a recess from it.
Boring sounds pretty good at this point. Government is for the politicians to deal with. The rest of us have lives and jobs and families, and politics should be something that we watch on the news, or talk about at a party.
It shouldn't be 24/7. it's nice to know we had the sense to vote the way we did, and that it still matters who actually gets elected. These next two months are going to be entirely too long for my taste,and probably everyone else's too.
In a way, it's like being partnered with a totally abusive, dysfunctional mate: you get used to it, and it becomes your normal. You forget what normal to most people is. Frankly? A bit of boredom from the White House would be welcome, at this point. i'm hoping Mr. Trump behaves the way he should.
A girl can dream, can't she...
Revenge of the bovine kind
Revenge can be sweet
When my husband's cousin sold the family farm (down below us) to a (insert sound of disgust of your choice) developer, the nice man across the road from them had a terribly picturesque horse farm. He raised them, he had mules, and the ubiquitous Canada Geese. Someone decided that it would be SUCH a good idea to have six homes on the other side, and Im sure one of the selling points was how 'rustic" it was, look, you even get to look at horses and mules and donkeys...just like a Currier and Ives painting. And as it's a development, no unsightly clotheslines, trimmed lawns, 'ambience' no big bushy shrubs, on and on and on.
Then the nice man sold off his horses, and mules, (nothing you can do with Canada Geese except wear a hat) and retired. Now, it gets interesting.
The new owners are running a cattle farm. They have large barky dogs and small yappy ones. The dogs bark at everything that moos, and the heifers moo at the dogs. They built an impressively long cattle barn, and every so often the cattle (not cows) are herded into trucks and taken to market. It's that kind of farm. They make an hellacious racket over it.
One of the other selling points was how peaceful it is up here.
And I sit up here, listening to the hysterical dogs and the annoyed beef animals, and the rumbly ChemLawn trucks and garbage pickup vans down there, and smile, and smile...oh, did I mention, when the wind is from the south, they really have to keep those windows closed.
When my husband's cousin sold the family farm (down below us) to a (insert sound of disgust of your choice) developer, the nice man across the road from them had a terribly picturesque horse farm. He raised them, he had mules, and the ubiquitous Canada Geese. Someone decided that it would be SUCH a good idea to have six homes on the other side, and Im sure one of the selling points was how 'rustic" it was, look, you even get to look at horses and mules and donkeys...just like a Currier and Ives painting. And as it's a development, no unsightly clotheslines, trimmed lawns, 'ambience' no big bushy shrubs, on and on and on.
Then the nice man sold off his horses, and mules, (nothing you can do with Canada Geese except wear a hat) and retired. Now, it gets interesting.
The new owners are running a cattle farm. They have large barky dogs and small yappy ones. The dogs bark at everything that moos, and the heifers moo at the dogs. They built an impressively long cattle barn, and every so often the cattle (not cows) are herded into trucks and taken to market. It's that kind of farm. They make an hellacious racket over it.
One of the other selling points was how peaceful it is up here.
And I sit up here, listening to the hysterical dogs and the annoyed beef animals, and the rumbly ChemLawn trucks and garbage pickup vans down there, and smile, and smile...oh, did I mention, when the wind is from the south, they really have to keep those windows closed.
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