Better late than never – I used to hear that a lot as a kid. I guess I was late a lot. Our whole family was late. I seem to recall being the last family filing in to church on Sunday, and always getting stuck having to sit in the first row. So uncool. I guess it’s not surprising I am writing this blog late, and that I won’t be posting it until late either. I’m hoping it’s still Thursday when I do, but heck – I’m easily distracted.
Here’s the thing. It’s not my fault. It was the first warm Thursday this spring and it didn’t thunderstorm like every single weatherman predicted, so I had to take advantage and ride the Highland Howie ride. I suppose you are wondering A) Why didn’t you write it earlier in the week so you would be prepared like you normally do and B) What the heck is a Highland Howie?
I did start writing it, but it’s not finished. I ran into some writers block and my entire idea that sounded so great when I was out walking the dogs has been hard to nail down on paper. Or…whatever this is. What do you call this anyway? In the old days, you either wrote on actual paper or typed on actual paper. What do you call it when it’s on your computer screen? Sorry – random thoughts. Now you know why I’m behind. Anyway, hopefully I will have it all figured out for next week.
Then again, I might still be running around the neighborhood taking sunset pictures like a moony thirteen year old. Seriously. I have taken like 20 of them since Saturday. The bonus is that an iPhone takes far better pictures than my 110 camera did 20 years ago. HA. Yeah, more like 30 years. If you round down. A lot. Man. Remember those old 110 cameras? And the giant flash thingies you had to buy for them that sat on top like a plastic tower? Oh, and you had to get the film developed and all the pictures were grainy and none of the sunset pictures looked like the one you saw with your eyes but you still kept taking them because your a big sap at heart and you like sunsets. Even at age 50.
You can’t see enough beautiful sunsets. It never gets old, ya know?
You know what does get old? A crappy bra. That get’s old real fast. If your talking to a woman and she’s crabby, it’s probably her bra and not PMS. Who invented these torture devices anyway? Why do we even have to wear them? Who decided it was such a fashion statement? I bet a 50-year-old having a hot flash started the bra burning fad back in the 60’s. I think it might be time to revive that.
Our moat is gone. Dave pumped it out and then the builders brought in about 5 loads of dirt and filled in a bunch of the low spots. And they knocked a good portion of our mud hill down, so we can actually see the entire pond, which is much better for wildlife stalking. We have a couple of geese that keep coming back and even though they are messy, I don’t mind if we just have a couple. It would be cool if they bring babies to the pond. The blue winged teals still stop by and so does the white egret.
I downloaded a bird app from Cornell to start trying to identify the local song birds. So far, I haven’t done much but drive the dogs crazy with it. Entertaining in itself, but I was hoping to track down some of the songs I have heard. The problem is that so many of them sound exactly the same to me. I did realize I have heard bluejays and chickadees for years, and just didn’t know it. And that the owl I heard was probably a great horned owl. But that’s about it. However, it’s still pretty cool, and I do get some revenge on the dogs.
I have more random thoughts but it’s 10 pm and most of you are probably in bed and I still have to upload all my sunset pictures because – oh yes – I am going to share them.
May the sun shine upon your faces and the warmth seep into your bones. Yay, spring! Finally!