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.

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.

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.

Just what is a cobweb, really?

I looked it up in the dictionary, and Webster’s defined it as: a spider’s web, esp. when old and covered with dust.

Now there’s a visual for you. A spider’s web (as if that wasn’t bad enough), but one that is then covered with dust, and old. Is the spider equally as old and dusty? And again, another visual for you.
I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.

In all his days, Floyd McDougall had never witnessed such an event. Hell, he’d been Mayor of the Town for 28 years. But on this Tuesday afternoon, without warning or notice, it happened.

He an Esther had just stopped for an icecream at Body’s Diner. Outside the window, a great light filled the sky. The ground shook. The wind stopped blowing, the birds stopped singing, and just between you and me, Lettie Middlebay wet her bloomers.

Gently. The sky opened up, and down came the flowers. Floating, drifting, landing quietly all over Town.

Lettie stumbled back. “Good Lordy.” She said. “It looks like spring is finally here.”

Recent news has come to us, from the Far West. And to that, Miss Frances would like to post this evening….concerning the bulletin from http://sparksvision.blogspot.com/

You know, it takes a village.

So I’m teaching these little ruffians how to play pool. We went over Black Jack last week. On Thursday, we’ll start learning darts. Some things will just come in handy down the road. This, I can tell you, from experience.

Well, you see, I like birds. I really enjoy watching them, feeding them, identifying them. While growing up, I had no idea about birds. I thought they were all pretty much the same. We called Cardinals, red birds. We called Blue Jays, blue birds. Those were really the only ones I remember differentiating. All of the others were just lumped into one big bird-ish category. I started paying attention when I met Mary. She taught me about watching birds. Now I know a lot.

Some people get all freaked out about birds. At some point in their lives, I think they’ve either been pecked by a chicken, chased by a goose, or have seen the movie by Alfred Hitchcock. We were eating breakfast out the other morning, and a restaurant manager was working near the front of the building. A bird sort of flew in her near vicinity. She screamed. She yelped. She started waiving her arms around, running to and fro, and “Shoo, shoo, shoo”-ing. She was pretty frantic, really. I snorted orange juice out my nose. Probably because I like birds, and they don’t affect me that way. They mostly make me want to smile…. and dance.

Rockin’ Robin. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. And if that Mockingbird don’ sing….

When I grow up, I want to be like the Grimke Sisters, I think. (I took these photos of their portraits while walking the slave cabins at Boone Hall Plantation, in Mount Pleasant, SC)

Sarah Grimké (1792-1873) and Angelina Grimké Weld (1805-1879), known as the Grimké sisters, were 19th-century American Quakers, educators and writers who were early advocates of abolitionism and women’s rights.

They were born in Charleston, South Carolina, USA. Sarah Moore Grimke was born on November 26, 1792 and Angelina Emily Grimke was born on November 26, 1805. Throughout their lives, they traveled throughout the North, lecturing about their first hand experiences with slavery on their family’s plantation. Among the first women to act publicly in social reform movements, they received abuse and ridicule for their abolitionist activity. They both realized that women would have to create a safe space in the public arena to be effective reformers. They became early activists in the women’s rights movement.