I want to go swimming in the brook
like we used to, getting lost in time
until we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes,
only getting out when our lips turned blue.
Wrapped shivering in towels
we’d try to get warm on a rock in the sun,
talking and giggling and imagining.
The no-see-ums or the mosquitoes or the horseflies
finally chasing us home to find
only an hour or two gone
out of the longest short season: summer.
Eevee-cat and the Bugs
The porch light draws the bugs to our back door
She knows they will find the holes in the screen
and lies in wait, splayed out on the cool floor.
She plays, then chokes them down: extra protein.
A Slippery Slope
Peculiar. Eccentric. Strange. Quirky. Odd.
Sad. Bizarre. Outrageous. Anal. Oddball.
Aberrant. Outlandish. Whimsical. Freak.
Awkward. Screw loose. Ditzy. Wacko. Gonzo.
Weird. Cuckcoo for CoCo Puffs. Meshuga.
Touched. Loopy. Crazed. Lost your marbles. Loony.
Nutso. Bonkers. Nutty. Out of your mind.
Basket case. Cracked up. Stark raving mad. Cray.
Nuts. Bananas. Off your rocker. Batty.
Certifiable. Unhinged. Cracked. Dotty.
Mad as a hatter. Batshit. Looney Tunes.
Screwy. Loco. Sick in the head. Crackers.
Crazy. Nuts. Mad. Mental. Schizo. Psycho.
Lunatic. Disturbed. Deranged. Demented.
OCD. Manic. Moody. Depressed
Of unsound mind. Insane. Mentally ill.
Body hair can be funny, particularly when it’s sheepish.
Mutton chops! These make me wish it was fashionable for ladies to sport facial hair, but that’s a trend that I don’t think will ever catch on.
By Terry Border, one in a series (yes, there are more).
One for the ladies and anyone who relishes a good head of hair:
Ah, to have your own source of wool … although technically we could knit our hair; I follow weird weekends and he’s spun & knit human hair, calling it whair. You should follow him – he’s always on an adventure!
I combed the internet and could not find the artist who created this brilliant image. This is a long shot, but if you’re reading this and you know, please comment with the info! I hate not knowing and not giving credit where credit is due!
The Trees Have Their Own Songs
Now that you’ve learned the songs of 100 birds,
your task is to learn the sounds of 20 trees.
It is especially easy when it rains:
“a splatter of metallic sparks”
or “a low, clean, woody thump”
or “a speed-typist’s clatter.”
This acoustic world is open to everyone,
but most of us never enter it.
Through sound, we come to know the place.
Life is about relationships;
not just networked, it is network.
The self degenerates into the network.
Roots draw nutrients from symbiotic fungi
and communicate with bacteria.
Leaves sniff the air to detect the health of neighbors
while releasing chemicals that summon
Photosynthetic cells harness the power of sunlight.
Seeds are dispersed by far-flying birds.
All words and phrases are from Trees Have Their Own Songs, Ed Yong, The Atlantic Monthly, April 4, 2017
I should say “Old woman knitting” but I’m feeling very age-sensitive myself so I’ll leave it as is. This image was sold on etsy from by shop in Brussels, so I suppose she’s probably an “Old Belgian woman knitting” but of course, we can’t be sure. “Old European woman knitting?” And what is she knitting? Is that a sock? Is this “Old European woman knitting a sock?” I suppose it could be a hat, but I get the impression that knit socks (or stockings!) were in more demand, they are, after all, likely to wear out much faster. This “Old European woman knitting a stocking” seems quite happy as well. Perhaps that’s the wisdom the knitter and photographer want to impart to us: knitting is the secret to happiness! A message I can live with.
What’s On The Menu
Coffee for dinner
A melatonin nightcap
I could be thinner