Well, what do you expect when it’s Sunday, Mother’s Day, Renee’s birthday, the month of May and the mid-west. The only other thing to expect are the storms. And we had them! Friday! Saturday! Sunday! And a little bit this morning!
That’ what the eastern skies look like after the torential rain showers, thunder and lightening moved overhead and out of Missouri and into Illinois Sunday afternoon as I was preparing to eat dinner. (It was tamale pie and very tasty, too!) Mlle. Renee (who was celebrating her seventh birthday didn’t join me for dinner) because as soon as the thunder she hightailed it into my room and the safety of my bed.
That’s what she always does!
A bit soggy, but totally pretty and pink.
If you asked me to describe the weather we’ve been having this week, I could reply in three words …
SOGGY … FOGGY … and BOGGY!
We have been having rain every day since Tuesday … with an accumulation of over FIVE INCHES. And according to the 10:00 late news on Saturday, we’re stuck with this weather through Tuesday. So Renee and I have been spending most of our time indoors.
Yes, Renee has been perfecting her afternoon nap on my bed with her pillow. And a couple of afternoons she even allowed me to share my bed with her for a brief nap, too. I got to use my own pillow.
Today, I really wasn’t in a real nap mood. So I decided to clean thing up on my desk while she napped.
They were supposed to be SUMMER ICE POP flavor. I tried one of each of the three color tics and/or tacs and I have no idea what the flavors were. I doubt if I’ll try again.
It was a gift card I received from someone for some occasion that I can remember. But I must have liked the card because I put it in the little red box. But maybe I put it there because I didn’t redeem it?
You’ll see my seven-year old little brother making like Kilroy behind the front porch.
They moved into the box because there was no longer any steel or iron in the room to which they could cling. Alas, progress and the advance of plastic and aluminum.
STAN The DAEMON
You might think that he’s just an origami raccoon, but that’s just a disguise.
He really is a daemon, who hasn’t visited in a while!
For some reason, this post is starting to sound like another episode of Toy Story.
For some strange reason, I have been obsessed with folding origami cows this week.
Then I started spots on the cowhide … and then I was driven to making a cowpanion for my spotted cow.
You know, it was like the moo the merrier! I was coming up with cow puns that weren’t even punny!
What do you call two cows standing around chewing the cud?
And all because I seldom if ever see a cow! In real life or on TV! I’ve seen camels, zebras, sea lion, monkeys and a gazillion dogs and puppies. Today, I saw a commercial for a deer and rabbit repellant, and I thought the cute little fawn was a baby cow.
Oh, well, maybe the endless rain will end tonight and the sun with come out tomorrow. Then I can go to the zoo where I won’t see any cows.
At least the little petunia patch hanging on the deck railing will continue growing happy.
NOTE: For those of you who have no idea who Joe Btfsplk is … he was a cartoon character created by Al Capp for his daily comic strip called Lil Abner who lived in a bucolic rural town known as Dogpatch. Wherever he went, he was followed by that little thundercloud that brought bad luck for all around him. I guess you probably don’t know who Jubilation T. Cornpone is either.
When we fought the Yankees and annihilation was near,
Who was there to lead the charge, that took us safe to the rear?
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone.
Old “Toot your own horn pone”,
Jubilation T. Cornpone, a man who knew no fear.
When we almost had ’em but the issue still was in doubt,
Who suggested the retreat that turned it into a rout?
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone.
Old “Tattered and Torn Pone”,
Jubilation T. Cornpone, he kept us hidin’ out.
With our ammunition gone and faced with utter defeat,
Who was it that burned the crops and left us with nothin’ to eat?
Why it wuz Jubilation T. Cornpone.
Old “September Morn-pone”,
Jubilation T. Cornpone, the pants blown off his seat.
Gee, where have you people been all my life?
So you think rainy days leave you feel damp and down in the dumps. Poor Mlle Renee is suffering from severe sunlight withdrawal. After two sun-filled days that she spent cavorting out in the backyard, she has spent a Sunday and now a Monday out on the sun porch watching the falling rain. Renee does not like rain. And to make matters worse the temps are dropping and the weather mavens are predicting snow this evening. SHUDDERS!!! What’s a poor dog to do? Other than go in and take a nap on Rob’s bed when the heat is turned on.
Actually, that’s the second time I folded it today. The first time I did as the directions suggested and used gold foil paper. Unfortunately, lighting reflections in the foil make it almost impossible to photograph. So I went back and used plan colored folding paper a second time.Notice that I didn’t show the beetle partaking in its favorite pastime rolling dung balls.
Now, if it will only stop raining long enough for me to go out and bring the trash cart back into the yard.
Well, the temps weren’t frigid, but the sky was totally gloomy with regular showers throughout the day. Colder air will be moving in tonight, followed by thunderstorms on tomorrow. Is there no hope for spring?
I actually took my chances of running between the potential raindrops and took a trip to my local stupid-market.
I figure that if I limit myself to one sneak snack at 70-calories a day, I should empty the bag on the same day that the freshness expires. But that’s only if I don’t have any visitors dropping by before they expire. I mean the donuts, not the visitors.
The goose had to lay, her GOLDEN EGG! And trust me, folding gold foil paper into an three-dimensional egg shape is a real folding challenge. Hopefully, a singing golden harp won’t be on the list as tomorrow’s challenge. If it is, I might be forced to eat two doughnuts.
Well, I was starved for some spring greenery! I have a near golf course green lawn of zoysia grass, but the way the weather is going it probably won’t turn green until August.
Has anyone ever come up with an answer to the question … why does only one sock in a pair get a hole in the heel leaving the other sock in perfectly good condition? I always save the good sock on the perchance that it might some day match a missing sock from another pair. It has never happened and a have a drawer full of mateless socks. There was a time when the lady of the house would darn the darn holed sock. My mother never would darn a hole in a sock. She said walking on the darned spot would cause blisters. The socks do make great cleaning rags that fit right on your hand.
I have no idea what it is. I call it a Gloomy Gus Bird. It was inspired by a flock of soggy birds sitting around their seed dish in the rain today. They were sitting around singing “SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE, NOTHING BUT THE GOOD OLD SUNSHINE!”
I just remembered! It was a Kiwi Bird!