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Looking out my office window, I just looked down on a red-tailed hawk gliding by. Better looking then the vultures I see almost daily.
Ciao
1 1/2 acres grass
3 1/2 acres trees
7 mammoth oaks
a bazillion leaves
50 bazillion acorns
a squirrel convention
1 rake
1 fine set of blisters
another set of blisters
leaves raked
priceless
Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday me.
I took off work to celebrate. Got gloomy almost immediately as a crisis at work took the morning and the weather was downright ugly. But as I sat there fighting through the issues, I gazed outside. Even if Mother Nature was pouting, she sure was putting on a show. The fall leaves were in full change. The sky was an angry scudding backdrop while all colors flew by the windows. Acorns pelted off the roof and squirrels were holding on for dear life.
I grabbed my camera and made for the outdoors. I couldn’t capture all the colors that were around me. My hair was flying into the picture. But I didn’t care. The wind was exhilarating. The sky was beautiful. The sun was popping in and out of the cloud cover causing the reds and greens to glow.
Then it dawned on me. I was damn lucky to live where I do. I have a beautiful home on 5 gorgeous wooded acres. The sheer joy of being alive overwhelmed me.
Happy Birthday me.
It’s raining again. Pouring to be exact. It’s funny how fast the weather changes around here. Every day I come home to blinking clocks, blinking lights, and my wireless has yet again, reset itself.While searching through a pile of recipes, I came across a collection of my SO’s grandmother’s recipes. Stuffed in a little dingy yellow 3″x5″ card box, was a vast assortment of hand written recipes. I’ve started posting them over on another blog. The jello fascination, the vanilla instant pudding craze, and the down-right strange ‘canned corned beef’ recipes are fascinating in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way.I hate when I misplace something. I become very obsessive. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 days opening up every box, bag, and desk drawer in hopes of finding my house pics. I know I put them on cds. But I’ll be darned if I could find them. I’ve searched the same places over and over again. I once heard the definition of insanity, was doing something over and over again but expecting the results to change. Somehow if I continued to look in the same drawer, room, box, etc, it would magically appear there. Maybe next time or the next….
I searched the garage, knowing that the only things left are the things you need once and are afraid you might need again.
(Damn its raining harder…)
I searched the basement. Fought off a few spiders. Even resurrected an old PC. No such luck. Self-doubt crept in and I was beginning to feel crazy, like I was just kidding myself. I searched the kitchen. Like I would keep computer stuff in amongst the pots and pans. I pulled down boxes in closets. Even looked in the broom closet. I decided no more searching.
As I was eating dinner, I noticed a stack of boxes that I just knew didn’t contain anything but guitar pins, baseball stuff, and socks. But wouldn’t you know it, there they were. Four cds packed with my house pictures. I felt like crying.
(Damn, I might be floating out of here soon)
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 