Upside Ann

Weeks ago - weeks! - I congratulated myself on only getting punctured on one side of my thumb from the bite of a small, unhappy dog who was maybe tired of folks complaining about the amount of periodontal disease in his mouth. The other side was shielded by my nail.  Woohoo! Since that time, the puncture healed as did the slice I made into the meat of that thumb whilst cutting a lime in half (to make that Cuban pork, mind you).  The nail side bruise just keeps getting bigger and uglier.  I don't understand why the "dead" blood in that tissue doesn't get cleaned up.  I could research that - but I could also be washing laundry or scanning photos or fixing lunch or sweeping the deck or reading my book (I have 5 waiting in the wings) or....

 I always liked this catchy tune... but OMG - the video.  WOW. "All I'm saying.... it takes a lot to love you" I'm sure he was thinking of me.  

When they were kids Barry Dodds had told him that when he'd knocked his grada's body over at the wake, it was like being buied under a dozen frozen turkeys.  Mind you, he had also told Paul that groping a woman's breast felt like squeezing a roast chicken.  Come to think of it, that kid had a werd obsession with poultry. Quick paced. Economical. Cinematic. Very, very funny.   Paul has "one of those faces", the kind of face that everybody recognizes as someone they know/knew.  He's doing his best to scam his deceased Aunt so her estate will continue to give him a very meager allowance.  He cannnot have a job.  He cannot be in trouble with the law.  He has to do 6 hours a week in volunteer work.  Mess up and all the money that remains goes to a home for wayward donkeys.  I have not actually ruined anything for you here.  This is funny, yes, but it is just a tiny bit of backstory.  You WILL still enjoy the book - and we can all ho...

Without a doubt, my mother is rolling in her grave looking at the way her yard is walking stepwise away from stability, from civilization, from uniform greenness.  What can I say? I don't like pesticides and my heart gladdens at the sight of dandelions - whether in cheerful yellow bloom or wistfull, wishfull, ephemera.  Today- Spring on Harrison - looks at the chaos I've wrought.  Smile.

 I'm thinking if I set myself up with a plan for each day - save maybe Saturday and Sunday when I'm less likely to have time to myself - I'll be more successful with sticking with this project.  So, Wednesday Zoop - which might refer to child or a recipe.  The inspiration for this: Eric Carle's book "Today is Monday". Zupe: Christmas open house in history museum 2026.  While you might not recognize the whiskery face, the medical glove hands should be a dead giveaway.  

 As my travels this year have been confined to tutoring appointments, speech therapy, and a botched up bird buy, I shall begin this series going backward in my photo roll until I hit something fun...which takes us all the back to October. Stillwater Prairie Reserve.  I needed a fall print to hang on the wall.  This is what I chose.  I like the texture of the bridge floor and the dramatic vanishing point.  The leaves invite you to walk across.  And what a blue sky!  Wish you were here.