Tongue Biter!

I have this bad habit of biting my tongue when I concentrate - especially when hiking. 

I keep thinking that it's only a matter of time before it gets bitten off.

Luckily I hike with people that make sure that I talk and laugh a whole lot.   

It's possible that the universe may have a hidden agenda to protect my tongue from my own self....

Well, at least for this weekend...

 

Monsieur Lazhar...

THE TREE AND THE CHRYSALIS

by Bachir Lazhar

There is nothing to say about an unjust death.
Nothing at all.  As we will now show.

From the branch of an olive tree there hung
a tiny chrysalis the color of emerald.
Tomorrow she'd be a pretty butterfly
freed from her cocoon.
The tree was happy to see his chrysalis grown,
but secretly, he wanted her to stay a few more years.
"As long as she remembers me."

He had shielded her from the wind.
He had saved her from ants.
But tomorrow she would leave
to alone face predators and bad weather.

That night, a fire ravaged the forest
and the chrysalis never became a butterfly.
At dawn, the ashes cold, the tree still stood.
But his heart was charred,
scarred by the flames, scarred by grief.

Ever since, when a bird alights on the olive tree,
the tree tells it about the chrysalis
that never woke up.
He imagines her, wings spread,
flitting across a clear blue sky,
drunk on nectar and freedom,
the discreet witness to our love stories.

Unwind...

Yup - it was a good weekend!!

Bugsaroo…

I came home the other night and on my front stoop was a bag full of random cat related items as well as two jugs of kitty litter.  I thought that maybe someone had confused my house with the one a few doors down that works with the rescue groups.

But then I saw that there was a card. 

“Last Will & Testament of Bugsy – I bequeath all my worldly possessions to my fabulous caretakers”.

Cue the waterworks….

RIP Bugsy – you were an awesome cat and I will miss your grey nosed greetings. 

I hope that you and your toy beaver are hanging out with my Louise.

Web - Two Ways...

Even though I have been told by a few artists I have a "good eye", I still feel that sometimes it comes together and sometimes it doesn't!
 

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Wake Up...

I think that it's time to reassemble the 3 am interpretive dance troupe....

Just have to get a piano, canoe and birch branches.

Eh, who am I kidding...there is no way to recreate that magical moment.  It's just a fantastic memory....

Blairsden

After a Sunday full of Downton Abbey (I knew I would get sucked into that show), I found out that another Weird NJ place that I have wanted to visit for at least ten years will be open to the public in the spring!!  

Blairsden!  

http://blog.nj.com/njv_mark_diionno/2013/09/blairsden_mystique_soon_to_be.html


I first saw the building in a cheesy vampire movie that we had rented since it was filmed locally.  Of course I wanted to see it in person but was deterred because they do not issue warnings for trespassing, they just arrest you. 

Yay for the new owner who is restoring it and letting this gorgeous building be the Mansion in May!!

Island of Rhode...

Warm...

Yup, I am very, very lucky...and I do appreciate what I am given.

Hey, Hey, Hey...

The summer's greeting is still going strong! 

"Hey, Hey, Hey"


What rhymes with hug me?

RUGBY!






Still grooving to this version too...

Progression of Names...

One of the main reasons that I enjoy Christopher Moore’s books (besides the zany topics) is that he just takes his story telling to another level.

In “A Dirty Job”, they were trying to track down a girl and one character very surely announced that the girl was a stripper.  

When asked why he was so sure, he replied:

“Yeah, and there's sort of a progression going back to the fifties: 

Bubbles, Boom Boom, and Blaze 

Begat Bambi, Candy, and Jewel

Who begat Sunshine, Brandy, and Cinnamon

Who begat Amber, Brittany, and Brie

Who begat Reagan, Morgan, and Madison.  

Madison is a stripper name."

Yup, a whole other level….

Je Suis un Pirate!

I am learning French – a little bit at a time.  Every morning, I try out as new phrase on my co-worker. (a native speaker)

And since today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day, I went with the statement of the obvious! 

"Je Suis un Pirate!"  

It made for an amusing conversation about this 'international" holiday.

I have a couple of pirate jokes to share during the day but I am not going to have the same undertaking as last year.  Posting a joke every hour on FB for 12 hours became work by the end.  Something fun should not require an alarm!

So, as I head off to start the silliness, I leave you, dear readers, with this….

What be a pirate's least favorite colour? MARRRRRRRROON! 

Happy Wednesday!

"Nothing" Weekend...

I was looking forward to doing nothing this weekend – the first weekend in a while where I did not have a firm commitment of something to do.  Of course, I came down with a cold - it was inevitable - it’s been a whirlwind of fun and running around since March.  

Even though I missed out on a spontaneous fun adventure, it was ok.  I have an axle to replace and it is not a good idea to keep driving on it more than necessary before the part comes in.

Plus, I sat still long enough to mail some gifts, redo my budget (re-fill the emergency fund and funnel extra into the house fund), find a hiking vest and finish a book.  

It was good to do “nothing”!