Keep Left

There are times that I love living here in the hinterlands of Republicanland.

When I came home from errands in town today, I saw a white bunny at the neighbor's house across from the post office. There were chickens on the left in my yard and in the alley, and five other bunnies in the grass in front of my house. Two cats awaited me, in their different lookout locations. Princess was in the car.

People slow down to look at my creatures, my pets, my children by eckstension. I would slow down to see such a sight at someone else's house. Wouldn't you?

The solstice has come, and daylight will be 6 seconds longer today. It was sunny most of this day, although with a haze. I am still not in love with much of anything, and play solitaire a lot, but there is hope.

And people, uneckspected people, read my blogs, and that makes me happy! I am sorry to not comment on anyone's blog lately, even though I read every post, and write answers in my head.

I slog onwards toward mid-January, the July of Winter - the real cold and colder of the sesaon. I think that something will, must, change, but I dread the change. I am not talking about seasons.

Little Brother had invited me to Ohio for Satyrday, and if weather permits, I will go.

The more you spend, the more you save.

I couldn't have said it better myself. Go and read this from Praying to Darwin.

Press any key

Length Of Visible Light: 10h 30m
Length of Day 9h 31m

Tomorrow will be 2s shorter.

I Love Those Balls

Are you a Communist?

Paid in Full

This is a wonderful website! It will keep you entertained for years, possibly.

This little short film means something to me in several different ways. First, I love the black and grey gloom of the mise en scene, and the constant surround of negative people. (Life here in Laconia, with our sour, dour farmer folk.) Secondly, I like the reminders of the real austerity and rationing that went on in great Britain after World War II, long after life here in the US rebounded almost immediately. Thirdly, though, it makes me sad that we Americans are mostly not touched one little bit by the two wars we waging, unless one has someone in the military serving over there.

I despise the orgy of Christmas. Sorry, but I do. Not the idea of the holiday, if that is your thing, but the crass consumerism of it all. It makes me sad.

Recycle

First, Sweetie gave me asthma. Then psoriasis. And now, his Whereinhellisit syndrome. You know, the one where you are looking straight at something, yet cannot see it?

This happens all the time here at Chez Fur. Car keys, wallets, important papers, cars in parking lots, that thing I just had a minute ago, ear plugs, and now, eye glasses. I have been the triumphant Finder of Lost Things for our entire relationship. I mocked him unmercifully.

But now? I have this disease and I can't find anything, either. Oh, I can still find his things, I just can't find my things.

I mean, I know the drill with his lost stuff. It's either in the bathroom, in his last worn pants or coat, on the kitchen table under something, or near that big RV.

So far, still lost is a dress. A whole dress. This morning? A bottle of medicine for the bunnies. Look, seek, look on top of, search, straighten up, look behind, look under, think. And repeat.

I don't have a Finder Goddess of my own, so I'm fucked.

Guess I'll play solitaire.