Tracked.
Hunted.
Killed.
Gutted.
Mounted.
Forgotten.
Extraordinary
Extraordinary.
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Extra Ordinary.
More ordinary than most.
Me.
Reading in Silence
She reads in silence.
Her lips don’t make a sound. However, occasionally they may move as her eyes leap across the page. Scanning. Looking for meaning in the words on the paper.
Understanding slowly creeping in as she reads further. These are after all, instructions. Yes, I said instructions. The lowest form of literature. Tricksters. Words whose only intent is to confuse and misdirect your thoughts under the guise of providing illumination and understanding. Vile words.
No words ever grew up with the dream of becoming instructions. Poetry, yes. Fiction, yes. Instructions, no.
forgive me Father for I have sinned
It has been 5 days since my last post…
plane parts
About a week ago Kristina, my sister-in-law, and I went to the zoo in Columbus, OH. While there, we discovered this happy gal sunning in her favorite spot. You can tell that she doesn't have a care in the world. She reminds me of any of our own house cats. In the afternoon, you can find them in various sunny spots throughout the house.
Betty prefers the back of an over stuffed chair that's strategically located under a skylight. Cooper prefers the bay window in the den. Jackie, the odd man of the group, will sleep wherever he was standing when he decided he was tired. Sabi has staked out a window in one of the bedrooms and Oona likes the window in the laundry room. Riley is not allowed in the house, but likes the bench by the front door.
Me? I'm like a vampire. I like sleeping on the couch or my own bed. Neither one gets any sunshine and I am just fine with that.
Grab yourself some sunshine (or not) and have a great day.
a place for me and a place for you
Everyone has their place in this world. There is a place for me and there is a place for you. The good news is that we all have a say in where our place is located. You can choose deep in the weeds, on the edge of society, or smack dab in the middle.
It's your choice. Choose a place that's perfect for you.
politics
Why is it that, even the forrest seems to have a political agenda? Enough already. The election isn't until next fall and I've had enough of politics.
Have a great day.
how to take perfect selfies in three easy steps
I often get asked the question; how do I take a great selfie? Not a selfie taker, I had to consult with two wonderful ladies from the farm. Their advice can be summed up in the three simple steps that follow.
Step One: Make a funny face.
Step Two: Snap picture.
Step Three: Laugh.
Give it a try and let me know how your selfies turned out.
truth be told
Each year, I spray, mow down, and dig up dandelions in a never ending attempt to eradicate them from our yard. I do this primarily for the sake of our neighbors. I know they don't appreciate when the seeds fly into their yard and take hold in their new home.
In truth, I don't mind them at all. I like the little yellow flowers and seeing the seeds take to the sky, drifting on the wind. Every time I head into the yard to work on them, I feel like I am giving into the Man. Conforming. But, that's just me.
Have a great day.
Woollies
The cold has already begun. Last weekend, we had sleet. The sudden onset chill has me wishing that I had the hide of a sheep. This much I know: having wool on my head would be better than my big bald spot. Oh how I dream of having a bad hair day.
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