I know dandelions are weeds, but it has a certain beauty ... as well as an ant shouting, "To infinity and beyond" before using it to fly to find other bugs.
Maumee River
Maumee River Greenway
Maumee River Greenway
duck on mound, Maumee River
ducks near Lake Side Golf Course
woodchuck hoping I couldn't see it
long-dead raccoon
turtle sunning itself
small creek
shelf fungi
shelf fungi
deer print in mud
While the cut may look small, it feels painful enough to be a bother.
bridge web
Yep, every church needs a chair on the roof.
"Gas prices too high", "Fort Wayne, Indiana"
I got a call from my sister ... "how do you spell". Earlier, I was asked how do you pronounce, "Barabbas". I guess I am functional after all. All this time I knew I was useless, perhaps I am like a stamp dispenser. I don't get used often, but still, I somewhat serve a purpose.
The missing word was not in the dictionary, so it was nothing that could be "found".
I cannot believe one of these was on my car seat. How often did I sit on that? I also found on in the toe of one of my shoes. I finally figured out how I was getting so much bullcrap! I get it now! I will have to look on my pants to see if there is one there as well.
I met up with a friend earlier and had a great little walk through downtown, then Sweeney Park. We got a chance to talk, though I was quieter and duller than normal. Sad to type, I was walking without the feeling of a soul -- zombie able to do much, but not feel. I really wasn't good company, but she was happy to be near and around me anyway.
The cutest thing we saw on the walk were goslings. One was alone with a mom, trying desperately to catch her wiggling the butt as quickly as possible. The other was a small family all clustered around the, presumably mommy and daddy. They were fuzzy and watching it gave you the warm fuzzies.
It was a nice walk with her; I only wish I had been there.
Well I was out of sorts last night, walked for a bit and in a park separated by about a quarter block were two chairs facing different directions. I was wondering why they were there. I first thought, 1st chair and 2nd chair, an odd orchestra, but there just the two. A woman walked by me with a terror on a leash. That 4 pounds of canine wanted to slay me then and there. She tried to coax her defender from ripping me toe to calf. I think we both got to laugh over the adventure.
I'm having a problem and I show it to a point that someone asked me, "what's wrong". I can't talk about it. I can't fix it like a bloody wound so simply with a band aid. I sometimes forget of the fragrance and smooth flavor of stomach acid, bile, and mucus lining. While the flavor is sickening, the smell is a bit like vitamins A & D mixed while the texture is chunky with mixed viscosity.
To compliment this meal of racked nerves and bad flavors my stomach plays a great little concert with lots of percussion. There feels to be pyrotechnics that I can't see, but feel. Um ... yeah! I'm not yet puking, but foresee it.
My whole system is a bit funky with nerves twitching and my adrenal glands in fairly high gear. "Fight or flight" panicked state shock and a preference for simplicity that I can't find. Never mind Nirvana, I can't find a comfy seat. My muscles all want to march in different directions.
My head hurts and I'd rather be blank for a while, but I am not.
I parked at a meter today and within 2 minutes of walking from my car -- dun, dun, dun --- a meter reader. She walked through, undoubtedly disappointed that she couldn't decorate my car with, "pay this" ticket. I didn't buck the system or get away with anything, but happy that I didn't get hosed for a minor offense.
I was walking the mall, reasons unimportant, and I was heading to the escalators to the patio. A young mother with three, I would guess triplets, trying to get them onto the steps. It was, perhaps, their first foray into moving stairs. Well, I saw, much to the young woman's challenge, while two were on the steps, one little girl was on the top, scared to walk on the moving steps. I walked up to see the mother walking up to be between the girls going down and the little one on top.
I tried to help, I took the little girl's hand and we moved onto the steps toward Mommy. She was unafraid when she saw we were making progress. I only wanted her to take a couple of steps, to make sure she didn't fall. At the end of the "ride", one girl crawled off the bottom ... oops.
The other girl at the bottom had fallen on her butt and her skirt was splayed out (dragged partially by the waves of steps. None were crying, but they seemed, at first, unsure. The mother thanked me and laughed at the situation. As I walked away the girls called out, "let's do it again".
Apart from the many drivers today, while I was downtown, there was scarcely a person. Did Armageddon begin and I sadly am one of the fray that either has to battle the Earthly evil to be redeemed -- taken to heaven or be dragged into hell for all of my sins and never see God? For those drawn to heaven instantly, have fun!
So, Bush pointed out that terrorists can't be reasoned with, can't be bargained with ... like terminators.
Listen. And understand. That terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.
The 600 series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy, but these are new. They look human - sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.
a picture of my mindThis circular thing has very small pictures on the ends of the wheel. You were supposed to look through a boxy binoculars aiming at a light source which gave you simulated stereo vision of a picture -- generally a scene from a movie or short film. Who knows how old this one is.
On todays trip I ventured into other areas, this wasn't so scary, but other areas were unkind. The wind was strong so I couldn't smell very well and I was wondering if there were people lurking in the shadows. There was a small spot of trees that might have held some interesting artifacts, but there was too much danger. I might have been mugged for the first time or worse. I opted out.
Later, in a shorter trip, I ventured through a small bit of woods and was called to then called out by a small home-range falcon. (S)he couldn't have been still protecting the young. I don't know why I was such a "threat".
I just don't need or want to sleep anymore ...
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
oops, your vest is showing.
I think if you look carefully here you will see, maybe, a place where this officer's vest doesn't quite cover him, leaving a weak spot.
No word jibes well with Clinton -- not goodness, honesty and not "hope". While I will be voting for McCain, I like that Obama offers something that Clinton cannot... "hope".
I was on the road today and at a stop light there were seven cop cars. They were on the shoulder and I first thought they had pulled over some arch-nemesis to society, but ... there was no other car. There were only officers. A car headed in the opposite direction while I waited at the light and illegally did a U-turn to join the others.
Uh, perhaps not so coincidentally, there was a Higher Grounds Coffee shop on the corner with PLENTY of parking in the lot. Why don't we call more officers to the scene? Wasn't there traffic to direct or robbery to prevent?
A four year-old girl and a three and a half year-old boy walk a fox terrier. Little legs working -- dog looking like a tank moving along with a giddy couple of kids happy that they are in control, or so they think. The dog could easily outdistance them.
I like art, but I flubbed up on the artist. I should have remembered that Von Gogh did Starry Night, but Ich vergessen.
Thank you Kit for correcting me. I ischz
