Tonight, I have a million and one thought running through my head. So many in fact, I’m having trouble narrowing down what to write about. I swear, sometimes I think I am ADHD. There are times when I get totally distracted. Things that have gone whoosing through my little brain tonight…
• How many people live off the grid? Where are they?
• South Carolina is the most violent state in the U.S.
• The time I spend in Seven Mile Creek today, and hauling rocks out of that creek.
• Hot weather makes me feel good. Right down to my toes.
• Thunderstorms and lightning strikes can be intimidating.
• My first memory is from when I was three. And then I don’t really remember much for the next couple of years of my life. Youth Amnesia. It exists.
• The truth about the center of the Tootsie Pop.
• It doesn’t seem fair that Pluto got kicked out of our galaxy.
Okay, I do have to talk about that one for a minute. Pluto. What the heck? Pluto was my favorite planet, and NOW, the scientists said it is not really a planet. It is now considered a “Dwarf Planet”… So out of the Galaxy it goes. Bull-puckets, I say.
I mean, we don’t kick Dwarf People out of society, because they are too small. In fact, I think it is “politically” correct to call them “Little People.”
So why can’t we just call Pluto a Little Planet, and love it like we always did? It still goes round and round the big sun, just like the rest of us.
And the Attention Disorder continues to shine through. So. Tonight, maybe just a couple of photos, and a few comments on them. Before I get swept away and right a piece as long as War and Peace.
This shot is of Ollie. She follows me everywhere, but she is deathly afraid of storms. Tonight as the lightning was crashing around, I had to go out to the coop, to put the chickens up for the night. She stayed right with me, an eye to the sky. And when we got back to the garage, you could see the fear on her face.
And this is Mothman. He reminded me of The Mothman Prophecies. West Virginia, 1967. I have been to The Mothman Museum in Point Pleasant. Not by plan, but by detour. Whether it is true or not… either way…. Moths can be creepy.
SO. There it is for the night. My disconnected rush of random thoughts… on a Saturday Night. Did I mention the Big S’more Rescue in California. Okay, enough.