Saying yes...

Back to the 21st Century...

This is actually the song that's been stuck in my head for most of the week...

And a small aside that has nothing to do with music: If you're going to be out of town on a Friday night, and you leave your alarm clock at home... do not leave it set to go off at 5AM. Even the dogs thought it was too early...

 

 

Update: Side effects of an alarm clock going off somewhere in the house at 5AM on a Saturday morning have been erased by Mr. Thundra. Many thanks.

Crazy Dreams: I blame the potstickers edition

Dream 1 consisted of a scary speedra crawling around in the piles of laundry I had just sorted, but I noticed, although it moved like a speedra, it had googly eyes and was purple. It looked as it it were made out of some kind of shiny plastic. Nonetheless, it creeped me out. I did not want to spend the whole day doing laundry, knowing it was waiting, so I started flinging clothes left and right. Mr. Speedra eventually came out where I promptly stomped him. He was filled with iridescent purple goo... and some kind of robotics and electronics. I kicked him over and saw, "Spyder" printed on his underside... Perhaps he was spying on me to make sure my laundry was properly sorted...

Dream 2 consisted of a cameo by Snag. Poor Snag needed an eye transplant, but since they're not common yet, he opted for the eye from a roadkill deer (maybe a stag...). It was successful and Snag could see again, however, that eye always always looked as if you were viewing it in the dark... it had that eerie glow, no matter the level of light.

Summer Blogging in One Post!

Garden. Garden. Flower. Butterfly. Fucking rain! Dog. Dog. Dog. Lake. Grizzled. Garden. Lamblet. Lamblet. Lamblet. Driver's Ed. AHHHHHHH! Lamblet. Hot! Too chilly! Wet! Where's the rain?!?! FUN!!! Woo-HOO!! Grrrr! WTF?? Still can't access any of ZRM's many blogs... 3B's! What contest?! Garden. Garden. Painting. Painting. Grrrr. Life is good. WTF??? Dick joke. Dick joke. Thought-provoking post. Dick joke. Garden. Animules. Painting! Grrrr... painting!!@!1 FRUSTRATION! In the zone. Fireflies!! Ah, summer smell. Butterflies! Orbs!!! Orbflies!! Thundra. Von. LOL! Garden. Dogs. Frustration. Satisfaction. Good. Bad. Love everyone. Hate everyone. Weeds. WEEDS! BG!! Lake. Reading. Thinking. Anniversary. Snag. Birthday. Cicadas. School? Already?

Dreams

 
I had one of those dreams the other night... one of those dreams that had everyone and anyone in it... I was sitting on the deck up in Wisconsin looking out at the lake when I noticed what seemed to be Grizzled, a lamblet... and I think MenD... on the swim raft.

I turned to tell the person next to me and was surprised to find out it was Snag... who was talking to Von.

There seemed to be beer involved.

Next thing I knew... a zombie was walking through the door. No, not just a zombie... an entire zombie family...

The dream gets a little fuzzy after that, but I woke up smiling... knowing it had been a good dream... and that I had laughed... A LOT!

Tentatively tossing dates around...

Any bloggers in the near or not so near area in the mood for a WI lake house weekend sometime in August? Leave a comment or drop me an email. I know, I know, it's only early April... Well, you know what? It's going to be December before you know it!

Sorry Thundra

I have no photos from the weekend. Well, I actually have two... a crappy one on my cellphone and one on Grizzled's BlackBerry that he has yet to send me, otherwise, all photo options were missed due to the fact that I packed the camera, but left the memory card in the computer.

It was not that pretty anyhow... lots of faded colors, waiting for a booster shot from the gods. The ice was completely gone though so we did have some nice waterbird ake-shun. Lots of herons, cranes, mergansers, gulls, geese, etc, etc, etc. The lamblets found a lovely 8 ft stretch of heron tracks that were following the shoreline, but were about 5 feet off shore. That would have made a nice photo, but alas, no photo.

There was a fun image that popped out of the gnarl of trees as light was just starting to creep into the day... an image that looked like a giant, sad, blue bunny, but was really made up of tree trunks, branches, the lake, the trees on the other side of the lake... it was funny and completely hidden during the bright light of day, but in the wee hours, the bunny was there. I did a quick sketch of it so I could compare the same spot later in the day. There was no way you'd see if it you hadn't seen it in the early AM.

There were some errant snowdrops blooming in the crack right next to the basement door... bulbs that had no doubt been dug up and randomly redistributed when foundation work was being done. Those were pretty and their location was funky. Those would have made a nice photo, but I didn't get one of them either.

There were lots of horses on the way up... cute, fuzzy horses... horses that looked like they had been left in the dryer too long with no fabric softener... horses that were obviously still in their winter apparel. I could have taken a photo of them... had I not forgotten the memory card...

But... I do have two photos, or will have two photos, once Grizzled sends me one. One is on my cell phone... it's of the lamblets and Grizzled in the canoe, but it's not a good photo. I could have used my cell phone camera a little more had I remembered the charger...

The other photo was of a sign at a diner we pass... it had its sandwich of the month proudly emblazoned on its outdoor sign. It was 3B's worthy. I'll post it if Grizzled remembers to send it to me.

In the meantime, in order to satisfy some lake photo hunger... I'll post a lovely photo the Eldest Lamblet took last summer. It was sunset and there was the craziest cloud pattern in a portion of the sky. It looked like frolicking dolphins or a Greek wave pattern... fortunately she not only had a camera, but she also remembered its memory card.

Why is Monday here already?

If I recall, there was recently the promise of a weekend and weekends used to hold the promise of rest, the promise of relaxation, a break from the old grind. At what point did weekends become more frantic than the weeks?

We had an okay, yet odd weekend. I can't quite put my finger on it, but things felt just a few degrees off of normal. Saturday was a gorgeous day. It was warm, in the 80's. The youngest lamblet had a tee ball game, but it was over by noon. Planting was done, playing was done. It was a beautiful day, but I don't think I would call it relaxing.

Yesterday was just odd. It was not in the 80's, but was a good 30-35 degrees cooler and raining off and on. Both lamblets were supposed to be in their annual dance recital, but my youngest lamblet woke up with the pukes which continued well into the afternoon and then morphed into a fever. Grizzled took Lamblet the Elder to the recital since I had had the benefit of seeing the dress rehearsal.

We also got to see Ponce shed her skin yesterday. I know she's done it before. She's too big to not have, but we've only seen her picking at her looooong toes, the rest of the skin, already gone. Anoles eat their sloughed off skin. Mmm-hmmm. They do. Apparently it's full of nutrients. I'm glad we don't have to eat ours.

Anyhow, my oldest lamblet alerted me to the fact that is was happening. She saw as the entire skin was loosening. It comes off in ruffly white poofs. For awhile, Ponce looked like Carol Channing in some big chiffon number. Then it looked like she was wearing an Elizabethan collar which she promptly ate. She looked quite happy with herself and you could that if she could talk she would have said, "I taste FAB-ulous!"

The day ended on a rather bizarre note. One of our next door neighbors recently had her second knee replaced. She lost her balance on the driveway and fell straight backwards. We can see their driveway clearly from any number of windows, but somehow missed this. We didn't realize what was going on until the emergency vehicles showed up. They strapped her to a board and off she and her husband went to the hospital. They've both been to the hospital a lot in the past couple of years. They must be sick of it.

I noticed that there was a sizable circle of blood on their driveway. I didn't think anyone needed to come back home to a dried pool of blood on the driveway so I went over and hosed it off. The neighbors returned much later last night so I'm trusting everything is okay... more or less. I'm guessing when they get up this morning they will also wonder why it's Monday already and why their weekend was anything but restful.