Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Brush With Fame
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Birdy Year
Monday, December 29, 2008
Project Bird Feeder Watch Update
Irony - Minnesota Style
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Dice Tradition
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Under The Banner Of Heaven
Friday, December 26, 2008
Utterly Creepy
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I'm A Baking Fool
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
A Christmas Memory
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Two Books
I read 2 quick and easy books this week. The first book was "Body Surfing" by Anita Shreve. I have read several of the Shreve books and I liked this one too. Shreve writes in a manner similar to the progress of a rowboat. Her paragraphs are apart and distinct from each other. There seems to be extra space between each paragraphs. The writing in each paragraph thrusts the story forward like a rower propels a boat. Then the reader glides along in their own head for a short time before another paragraph comes pushing along. I find myself being very relaxed when I read her writing. This story is about a woman who is tutoring for the summer and how her presence innocently upsets and turns around the lives of everyone in the family. It's a good book. I always like stories about people and relationships. After all, aren't our relationships the most important thing in our lives?
My next story was a classic by a most manly writer, Ernest Hemingway. He writes about relationships too but these people are carrying guns and shooting wild animals in Africa about a hundred years ago. His stories contain dialogue but what is said is less important than what is not said. His descriptions of the savanna, the trees, and the riverbanks brought me right back on my trip to the Masai Mara park - across the Mara river from the Serengeti. Where I stayed in a van or a fenced lodge, never once stepping into the nature preserves, Hemingway stayed in tents and jeeps and walked in the wilderness. I can't imagine the danger and the excitement. Sometimes, when walking around my neighborhood, I get a little freaked out coming upon a group of white-tailed deer. If Bambi can scare me, I can't imagine walking in the African savanna. Hemingway of course, carried a manly gun but even that wouldn't be enough for me. He describes shooting a African buffalo and the bullets striking the horns and glancing off leaving little chips of horn to fly in the air. According to Hemingway, when you shoot a buffalo, you should aim up the nose because the horns protect the brain pan better than a helmet protects the armed forces. I do not enjoy shooting wildlife but I did enjoy this collection of short stories.
Monday, December 22, 2008
I Guess The Birds Don't Want To Be Counted
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Call Me A Pagan
Saturday, December 20, 2008
She Feels Closer Now
Friday, December 19, 2008
This Song Has Been Running Through My Head For 2 Days Now
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Draining
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Biscotte
Monday, December 15, 2008
Trying New Things
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Project Feeder Watch Update
Made Time For Music
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A Day With My Mates
Friday, December 12, 2008
Big Full Moon Tonight
Dean Kaimen
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Winter Benefit
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
To The Lighthouse
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Annual Bee Hive Cake
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tough Week For Me As A Media Consumer
I wonder if, in the end, William Shatner will be most beloved for Denny Crane or Captain James T. Kirk? Personally? I am torn.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Bright Shiny Morning
Saturday, December 6, 2008
First Chili Of The Season
Friday, December 5, 2008
Swift
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wah Wah
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Conversation
She: Not to make an assumption,
Me (not out loud): But I bet you will. Much like people who say, "I don't mean to be rude" and then are rude. Or people who say, "Not to be argumentative" and then are argumentative.
She: Because I don't make assumptions about people, but you are a senior?
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): Listen girlie, I'm more than a decade away from being a senior, thank you very much.
She: Because you can save money on a card if you are a senior. You get a discount.
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): So, not only do you think I'm a senior, you think I'm a vain senior who is too proud to take the discount! Someday wrinkles will happen to you too.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Migwe's Singing
Monday, December 1, 2008
Woot! Woot!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
What The Snow Reveals
Saturday, November 29, 2008
We Put Up The Tree Today
Friday, November 28, 2008
Why We Are Grateful - A Collaborative Effort
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Cranberry Chutney
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Postsecret Exhibit at the Minneapolis Library
The other thing we saw on Nicollet mall yesterday was the Postsecret Exhibit at the new Minneapolis Public Library. I love the Postsecret.blogspot.com website. I check it every Monday to see the new secrets. Some of the postcards are remarkable for their art. Some card are haunting. Some I can identify with. Some are funny. Many are sad. Was it worth walking 5 blocks down Nicollet Mall? No, not with my gimpish gait. Viewing the website will be enough for me. I believe Frank, the Postsecret webmaster, does an incredible community service to many, many people.
Lake Phalen
Today I had a pleasant walk around Lake Phalen. Some of my walk was on a tarred path and some of it was on the road.
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My class was on television. I am pretty good at hiding from the cameras! http://kstp.com/news/anoka-county-residents-citizens-academy-poli...
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A yellow rail, one of THE MOST ELUSIVE birds around, sound like a manual typewriter. And if you're too young to know what a manual ty...
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Jacqueline Windspear is the author of her memoir This Time Next Year We Will Be Laughing. She starts out with her parent's stories. H...