Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
My brain suggested I google my own blog, and lo and behold, check this out:
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Exciting news, gang: all the snow has melted off the Honda and we’ve manoeuvered it into prime position.
It’s still too muddy to use this car. But we don’t have the use of the truck for a few days, as it’s getting some upgrades and deferred maintenance taken care of. Remember that bit that fell off the other day? That was the thing that protects the gas tank from accidental puncture. We’re having that fixed, and, ever hopeful even in the face of a forecast of snow, we’re having the snow tires swapped out for normal tires. Plus we’re having some deferred maintenance taken care of, including, um, something that has to do with the airbag actually being, you know, an airbag. This will all cost a pretty penny, but the way we figure it, we’re buying a (not) new-to-us used truck – one that gets great mileage, is already inspected and registered to us, that runs great, and that even already has a bunch of our crap in the back of it. You betcha!
I’ve been pretty quiet here lately. Have you missed me?
I’ve been offline partly because I’m fed up with “just kidding” snowfalls. On Saturday, knowing it was going to snow on Sunday, I went for a long run – 11.2 miles – and managed to neglect to bring water with me. I didn’t notice this as a problem (since it was cool, in the 40’s) until I was nearly home, and it was then that I remembered that the instructions for the yummilicious electrolyte chews I eat…
Then on Sunday, we got the expected snow – three or so inches. Noooooo! I was super-glad I’d already gotten the long run out of the way! We both immediately went into a carb frenzy. TAKE THAT, NATURE.
That’s cinnamon bread on the left – yes, in a variety of artistic shapes. You can’t blame the guy – he was working with a mismatched assortment of dishes and loaf pans. I can assure you that the results were tasty.
Then Monday, then Tuesday, and now Wednesday. And I have left you in the dark This Whole Time. So sorry! I’ve just been in an internal place, and not inspired by Nature, either. Well, there was the robin – at twilight, so all my shots turned out weird and grainy, but here’s the handsome fellow, on the cable line into the house.
I’ve been reading a truly fascinating book, which – despite the Amazon-thieved photo, I purchased at an actual brick-and-mortar store.
It’s all about the different layers of auras, what their function is, etc. And – bear with me, those of you already rolling your eyes – it’s surprisingly non-woo-woo. I’m actually OK with woo-woo, in the privacy of my own home, or in the company of some folks (you know who you are!) I think energy medicine is the way of the future, or one of the ways, at any rate. It just plain makes sense to me. I don’t happen to be – at least at this point in my development – one of those people who can physically see auras and work with them. I have taught people how to find their chakras though. That’s fun. At any rate, this type of thing fits in well with Reiki, so I’m open to learning and developing my capacities. Reading this has been a start.
And hey, I like her name. (No relation.)
Whoops, time to go whomp on the Egyptians. No no, not a reference to the recent revolution – it’s time for choir rehearsal, and Handel’s “Israel in Egypt”. You remember. The one where God smote all the firstborn, unleashed fire, hailstones, rivers of blood, and lice, and then chucked some dude on a horse into the sea, etc. etc. etc. Rather like the Tom Lehrer tune, but a bit less tongue in cheek.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Ahhh, a sunny day. I have an 11-mile run scheduled for tomorrow, so today, Best Beloved and I hopped into the truck to scout out the local roads. Just how muddy are they? Will they suck my running shoes right off my feet? Are the shoulders on the paved roads sufficiently clear of snow that I have a place to go when the pickups go flying by?
About four miles from the house we came across an old Toyota sedan mired in mud halfway up the left-side tires. We pulled over to help, but didn’t get far before one of those fast-flying pickups approached and its driver – actually an angel in disguise – managed to tow the kid out. When we started up the Escape to continue our journey, the undercarriage made the most obnoxious grinding noise. Huh. We made it home fine, and Best Beloved performed outpatient surgery. (That’s when the car stays in the driveway.)
Friday, March 18, 2011
I hate puns, but this came to me like a flash, like a vision, the answer to a question I hadn’t asked:
If I were a sandwich, what kind of sandwich would I be?
This concludes the random portion of this post. Let’s look at what nature had to say for herself today.
Witchhazel. We’ve seen this before. I’m going to keep a watch on this and post pictures as it opens up. I like how it looks like it’s been dipped in gold dust – it’s one of the few colorful items on display these days.
It was warm today – just an overshirt needed, no jacket. BRING IT! Warm means melt…and melt means mud. Here’s a rivulet coming down from the hill above our house – it goes through a culvert under the shared driveway. It’s got a waterfall, but I don’t think you can see it – I didn’t feel like wading into the snow to get closer.
Next up: the brook, upstream. Water’s pretty high. That’s muddy snow on either side.
And now for the downstream. The lower left corner is where the brook jumped the banks recently. Needless to say, the heart rock collection I’d assembled on a tree stump is long gone. That’s OK. There are always heart rocks to be found.
Just for kicks, here’s the downstream, and the upstream view, August 8, 2010:
Back to the present moment…here’s the field, where the stream had its passionate fling with freedom recently…
Ah, mud season… this is why the recently-revealed Honda will have to wait a few more weeks before I can take it out for a spin. It’s a wee lass, not up to the challenge.
And here we have the eastern contributor to our pond – a little freshet that runs adjacent to the road and under a fat culvert by the mailboxes. That’s a Beaver Prevention Device in the entrance to the culvert. Damn, it’s wet out there.
The redwing blackbirds are here – the males. They’ve actually been here for a while. I first heard them the first day we got back from South Carolina, and I have no way of knowing how long they’d been around. There is a whole flock of them down at the south end of the pond, clustered around some … spruce trees, I think. Maybe pine. I should know that! I was unable to get any close-ups, or even medium-ups, of these guys. They didn’t like me standing by the side of the road with my camera, and lifted up, circled around, and landed in the top of the spruce tree here. You can see a handful of them in the picture below. The whole time, chucking, whirring, clicking, revving up their little personal buzz saw voices – a song to warm my impatient, cranky heart. I just want spring to BE HERE already – it takes forever around here to get going.
Speaking of impatient critters,
This is what feeding time around here looks like. Usually I feed the beasts, but Kevin did the honors this evening and I enjoyed trying to capture the mayhem. That’s Maggie, resting her paws on the drawer handles. Naughty child.