We have a swimming pool. The swimming pool has a cleaning-do-widgey that meanders its way around the bottom and sides of the pool. It does it all day, and all night, until we make it quit. All that aside, we also have two dogs. One of the dogs is named Maxine. Miss Max believes the pool-cleaning-robot is her arch-nemesis, her adversary, foe, and biggest enemy in life. This rivalry takes up a large part of Max’s day. Yet, she never slays the beast.
Did you see the size of that thing?
Altercation
We rock, here in Camden, Ohio.
Here in Camden, we have some cave paintings of our own, I’ll tell you. I noticed this one while out walking the dogs near the pond this evening. I am saying it is 17,001 years old, and represents the first known instance of an Irish Setter.
The better known Lascaux is the setting of a complex of caves in southwestern France famous for its Paleolithic cave paintings. The original caves are located near the village of Montignac, in the Dordogne département. They contain some of the best-known Upper Paleolithic art. These paintings are estimated to be 17,000 years old. They primarily consist of realistic images of large animals, most of which are known from fossil evidence to have lived in the area at the time. (OURS, here in Camden, are at least 17,001 years old, as I mentioned earlier.) Rock on.
Keith, and Timmy
There was this pod, you see, walking down the street. The pod wasn’t really watching where he was going. He had his mind on other things, like where was he going to get the money send the little pods off to college, and such. So pod, let’s call him Keith, was shuffling down the street, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, falls a leaf. Let’s call the leaf, uhhhhhmmmmm, Timmy. So Timmy falls out of nowhere, like he’d been hanging in mid air from a tree or something, right on top of Keith!
Needless to say there was a HUGE collision. Keith went crashing into Timmy, and the two tumbled and tumbled, round and round, until finally they came to rest on a quiet dirt path. Stunned, and stammering, Keith says to Timmy: “You wanna’ know something?” “Sure,” says Timmy….. (to be continued).
I never used to. But now and again, I will take one.
Watch and learn (from this beautiful video)…
This semester, I took Fine Art Photography. My favorite class of the Spring Session. We had to pick a genre and stick to it throughout the entire class. My chosen area was Landscape, which I enjoyed exploring. One of the categories was Abstraction (also Still Life, Form, Portrait, etc). I had absolutely no interest in “Abstract”…. none.
But, after seeing and learning and varied exposure to this genre, I became very fond of it. So, I may shoot it from time to time. Tonight was one of those time-to-times.
East of Zippel Bay, Minnesota
I’m feeling a little lightheaded and I bit bedazzled… I’ve been waiting and waiting. And finally it is that time of the month. I’ve realized that pads have come a long way since I was growing up.
My iPad came today. Period.
Aunt Ruby never told me it would be this good.
Another one of those, I know, I know. But here it is.
On May 16th, 1804, Elizabeth Palmer Peabody, was born. Who’s she? Well, I am glad you asked. She was an American educator and opened the first kindergarten in the United States. Kindergarten things: I am not quite sure if she is the one that came up with the idea to roll out beach towels, and take naps on them. Or if it was her idea to have the nap fairy walk around and wake everyone up. Bunny ears to tie shoe laces…singing songs for the heck of it….. or even having a designated cookie prince / princess to dole out the treats mid-afternoon.
I think all of these things should be integrated into corporate America.
Here’s to you Ms. Palmer Peabody.
5/16/1804 – 1/3/1894
Merry-Go-Round, another good idea.
Every time I write something here, it is called a “post”…
Birds “post” all the time, in their own way. Some might say these two things are comparable.
To post, or not to post.
It is like an alter-ego, or an evil twin, or the voices in my head, take over me on occasion. Every time I drive by a field of cows, and I’ll tell you, there are a LOT of fields of cows around these parts, I roll down my window and yell “Got Milk?”
(Like THOSE cows have never heard THAT before…..)
But then I laugh, and laugh. Oh, I’ve cracked me up….again. I think there is something terribly wrong with me.
Yes we do.
Well, I came down with a case of the willies yesterday. The darn, achey, headache, sore throat, snotty, nasty, crappy, coogie, flu. Of all times. Final Project Week for school. Four final projects due.
There’s a lesson in there somewhere.
But, I was thinking about all the little battles going on inside me right now. AND, I am supposing, this is what the antibodies are seeing right now, on their way to the various places in my body.
