My 8 year old grandson put together a Rube Goldberg contraption that actually worked. Sometimes I feel like my life was designed by Rube Goldberg. Wheeeee……..
it’s just too easy to loose/lose my day into the internet
It’s the old 11:11 again.
we watch a bare-branched bush by the fence, filled with birds — three Cardinal pairs, a Titmouse, a Flicker, a Junco, and a Sparrow — all having their fill of feed until a bully Blue Jay descends
Even though I am not much interested in male companionship at this point in my life, every Monday night I drool over Rick Castle (Nathan Fillion). Whoever created that character knows what women respond to. And they cast the perfect word made flesh for that role.
The violence of the Right-eous rhetoric has born fruit with the shooting of Representative GiffordS. WORDS MATTER AMERICA!!!
It does no good to “want” anything. Better to hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and be willing to deal with anything in between. I hope it won’t snow so that I can drive to Albany NY on Sunday to spend an overnight with my friends. If it snows too much, I’ll play with a few of the many craft projects I have going.
They finished taking down the 100+ year old oak today. Most of it was dead, its brittle limbs threatening roofs and wires and hoop-shooting. If it had grown in the middle of the woods, it would still be standing there, biding its time. But our houses grew around it, and so it was only a matter of time.
Dentist today, haircut tomorrow, doctor on Thursday. I wonder if, like a car, it gets to the point at which it’s just not cost effective to keep fixing it up.