The palm tree's secret.
Pine cone concealed in the fronds!
Now how'd that get there?
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
the three amigos
I visited fTM Erin to meet baby #3 today. Caleb Henry was born mid-November and this was the first time since then that schedules synced up for me to spend the afternoon at Casa de Chaos.
Yes, a freak snow storm that was only 10 miles wide hovered right over where i was driving, reducing visibility to 15 ft and nearly killing us all, but that didn't stop me.
Well, it almost stopped me. I pulled over, called Erin and told her it was too dangerous for me to drive (words i haven't uttered in 30 years), but she texted me a radar picture showing that the storm was directly over me (yeah; no kidding) and that if i pushed on for about 2 miles i'd be out of it.
No lie, 15 minutes later there was no trace of snow and i had on my sunglasses.
It was a fun afternoon of romping, eating, rocking, petting and chatting as there were 3 little boys, 2 dogs, 2 cats and an Erin to play with; plus quite a lot of time on Pinterest looking at powder rooms with pedestal sinks.
My camera battery was dead, dead, dead so i've borrowed a picture from Erin for today's haiku:
Yes, a freak snow storm that was only 10 miles wide hovered right over where i was driving, reducing visibility to 15 ft and nearly killing us all, but that didn't stop me.
Well, it almost stopped me. I pulled over, called Erin and told her it was too dangerous for me to drive (words i haven't uttered in 30 years), but she texted me a radar picture showing that the storm was directly over me (yeah; no kidding) and that if i pushed on for about 2 miles i'd be out of it.
No lie, 15 minutes later there was no trace of snow and i had on my sunglasses.
It was a fun afternoon of romping, eating, rocking, petting and chatting as there were 3 little boys, 2 dogs, 2 cats and an Erin to play with; plus quite a lot of time on Pinterest looking at powder rooms with pedestal sinks.
My camera battery was dead, dead, dead so i've borrowed a picture from Erin for today's haiku:
A trio of boys:
Collin, Caleb, Cameron.
When does Mommy sleep?
Sunday, February 23, 2014
true story from the farm
Chicken followed me,
under foot, to and fro. STOP
You're freaking me out!
under foot, to and fro. STOP
You're freaking me out!
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| he kept tripping me; i almost broke my leg |
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Happy Birthday to my Rickki Rea
Over the holidays my bff and i spent quality time at one of our happy places - the Hobby Lobby.
Giggling up and down the aisles i spotted a sign so perfect for her - tall and heartfelt - that it had to be captured:
Giggling up and down the aisles i spotted a sign so perfect for her - tall and heartfelt - that it had to be captured:
Tall, blonde, green-eyed twin.
85 days my elder.
Best Friend Forever.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
anniversary
Twenty years ago today i walked into the Disney Store at Columbia Mall to waste some time before my interview at The World of Science and spent the whole time talking to a cast member named Doug. We really hit it off and thus started one of my oddest friendships (which if you look around at my friends, that is saying something).
Crazy antics, wild rumors, two marriage proposals, a piano and several truly amazing trips later we were both somewhat amazed that the perkiness of me and the curmudgeonliness of him had somehow found a way to not only peacefully coexist, but compliment each other. To celebrate the longevity of our unlikely friendship we'd been talking about going to New Zealand.
Unfortunately, ten weeks ago my Douglas went to sleep and did not wake up.
I don't have anything else to say about it right now, but wanted to publicly acknowledge the important role he played in my life for twenty years.
Almost twenty that is.
Silly and fussy.
Basically a misanthrope.
Loved him regardless.
Crazy antics, wild rumors, two marriage proposals, a piano and several truly amazing trips later we were both somewhat amazed that the perkiness of me and the curmudgeonliness of him had somehow found a way to not only peacefully coexist, but compliment each other. To celebrate the longevity of our unlikely friendship we'd been talking about going to New Zealand.
Unfortunately, ten weeks ago my Douglas went to sleep and did not wake up.
I don't have anything else to say about it right now, but wanted to publicly acknowledge the important role he played in my life for twenty years.
Almost twenty that is.
Silly and fussy.
Basically a misanthrope.
Loved him regardless.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
sitting in the Indianapolis airport
To fly from Baltimore, MD to Ft Myers, FL it makes plenty of sense to change planes in Indiana, right?
In the long run it probably is better because now i am not flying down the coast into the ice storm.
My flight was overbooked, so i volunteered to give up my seat in exchange for a flight voucher.
There is free wi-fi so i am IM-ing with Rea, writing this post and playing Candy Crush.
It's all good, baby!
Except for one tiny, little thing: the only open table was in the middle of the concourse next to the people movers and there is an automatic warning that plays every FOUR SECONDS (yes, i counted).
I can mostly block it out, but it is definitely right there under all the rest of my thoughts.
In the long run it probably is better because now i am not flying down the coast into the ice storm.
My flight was overbooked, so i volunteered to give up my seat in exchange for a flight voucher.
There is free wi-fi so i am IM-ing with Rea, writing this post and playing Candy Crush.
It's all good, baby!
Except for one tiny, little thing: the only open table was in the middle of the concourse next to the people movers and there is an automatic warning that plays every FOUR SECONDS (yes, i counted).
I can mostly block it out, but it is definitely right there under all the rest of my thoughts.
The moving walkway
is coming to an end. {STOP}
Please watch your step. {aaaaaauuugggggghhhhhhh}
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
i like traveling by rail
Planes may be faster,
but trains have comfort covered.
Hello Scooby-Doo.
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| huge personal space, wi-fi and electrical outlets at every seat especially nice for an 8 hour trip to Boston |
Monday, February 10, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
not as dead as advertised
Waiting on the mat,
reaching to knock on my door,
little dead brown bat.
Why is a bat out of its home in the dead of winter?
Alone?
How did it get into the house?
Why does it look like it was crawling toward my door?
What killed it?
What am i gonna do with a bat body?
Is this going to make me late for work?
I fetched a paper towel to be its wee funeral shroud and long handles tongs to pick it up since i didn't know if there were diseases involved. Of course, Mr Bat had a death grip on the mat fibers with his claws so i had to kinda pry each hand off which caused him to flip on his back and start moving.
NOT DEAD, PEOPLE, NOT DEAD
And that quickly it went from a clean-up to a rescue operation.
Find a small box, punch holes, line with paper towels, scoop Mr. Bat into the box, give him a little massage to warm him and get the blood moving and then shred more paper towels over top to hold in the heat.
At the emergency vets i got the number of an injured wildlife shelter and headed off to work with my bat in a box. (i told the vet tech, I found an injured bat. to which she said Is it alive? Honestly lady? I am at the vet's, holding a box with holes in it, do you think it is alive?)
I was able to nurse him through most of the day, but his condition was too severe. At least i know he expired in comfort instead of in the hallway.
PSA: taking an injured bat in a box to work in NOT a good way to find out your boss is terrified of all flying animals
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
i wonder...
Driving on the Mass Pike i was amused by their sign.
It makes me happy when states do something interesting instead of just going with a boring white rectangle; every place is a good place for some creativity (except doing your taxes...).
Then it occurred to me, Do you think the Puritans would approve of six lanes of asphalt cutting through the forests and metal boxes on wheels whizzing along at 70 mph?
It makes me happy when states do something interesting instead of just going with a boring white rectangle; every place is a good place for some creativity (except doing your taxes...).
Then it occurred to me, Do you think the Puritans would approve of six lanes of asphalt cutting through the forests and metal boxes on wheels whizzing along at 70 mph?
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