The Days Of Wyrd

Which it did last night.  FINALLY. 

Here's a cute little story about a 23 year old hacker.   He said that breaking into computers at telecom companies and major corporations was "so easy a caveman could do it."  Something tells me that Geiko won't be soliciting this guy for a commercial anytime soon.  Pity.

Oh and here's a concept.  The US of A can't manage a budget but for some reason we think we can control the weather.   Globally.  Very frightening stuff.

And OH MY F**KING GOD!  Brain Eating bacteria!   It's like a little tiny ameoba zombie movie gone bad.  I am truly ... grossed out.

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I've seen bigger, warmer looking harvest moons before.  Its a sign, perhaps, of the winter to come.  The first day of fall was quit nippy for us people of the far west.  Rain is on its way, predicted for most of the week.  And by god we need it. 

I've been canning and drying.  Salsa, tomato sauce, pickled jalapeno's, all straight from the garden.  Celery and carrots oh my!  The piano shares it's room with baskets of squash, red potatoes and onions.  And my plumeria is blooming!  Woo hoo!  Its petals are yellow, washing into white and tipped with pink.  AND THE SMELL.  It's competing with the massive hoya flower explosion.  The baby toes and orchids are blooming as well.  It's like spring all over again! 

Only every person I run into has a cold, or the flu.  A clear reminder that winter is just ahead.  Cold.  Dark.  Winter. 

And the spiders.  A thousand garden spiders must live in my garden.  I named every one. 

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Yesterday the cat and I had some long overdue quality time together.  I got up at 6 a.m.

"Meow"

I heard that coming from my bedroom.  In kitty language that meant, "Get your sorry human ass back here and keep me warm.  You don't REALLY want to get up now do you?"  And I didn't.  I had a slight headache and feared that I was catching the first fall grunge from the neighbors and kids.  So kitty and I went back to bed for another hour and kept each other cozy.  Me, waking up occasionally to scratch her ear.  She, waking up occasionally to bury herself deeper into my armpit. 

Eventually Kitty woke me up to feed her, then we both layed on the couch and watched news and scary movies for awhile.  She guarded me while I took a shower, which is very heroic on her part because she absolutely hates the sound of running water.  (Kitty never gets a bath, she gets wiped off with wet washcloths.)

After that kitty helped me clean up my bedroom.  As I came back with another pile of clean laundry to put away, I noticed that Kitty had decided that my pajamas needed a little lotion.  Good thing I put the bottle on the dresser so it was handy for her.  My kitty pajamas, mind you.  Isn't she clever?

After lunch, (I was weeding and she jumped over to munch on a handful of grass I had pulled.  JUST LIKE A COW), we played a fine game of Kitty Bowling.  She, being the target, and me, rolling apples that had fallen out of the tree at her.  She's very good at this game, she catches them every time and often rolls them back at me.

For the rest of the afternoon she slept in the greenhouse, only interrupted by my occasional kisses and pets.  It was a great day for me and Kitty. 

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Yes.  I escaped once again to my-close-to-home hide out, the cabin at Laverne.  It was beautiful and peaceful as always.  I do think the park is prettiest in the spring, after a long, cool, wet winter.  The many varieties of ferns are huger and lusher then, I dare say, prehistoric.

Two days is way short time to go camping but I needed a true real-life disconnect, or perhaps, an immediate family and friend reconnect.  Very.  Badly.  The parents visited one of the days, as did my favorite neighbors.   Favorite neighbors as in Neighbor Girl.  Who made only one mistake.  She brought more food instead of eating any of the mass quantity of existing food.  She did drink some wine with me though, so I forgive her.

We were fortunate, once again, to be granted large piles of wood, so the campfire was a comfortably hazardous event.  We sizzled Kielbasa and steak whilst birdwatching.  We saw some little birds that behaved like woodpeckers.  They were either baby woodpeckers, or some species I have never seen.  Infact, I have never seen little woodpeckers at all.  We saw a heron or crane thing as well.  No deer this time, but plenty of squirrel, and also crawdads, which were being massacred by small fat school boys at an alarming rate.  

The only thing missing was my Pril.  But I did think dirty thoughts about her and also talked behind her back to TAM.  The life of Wyrd is once again complete.

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For tomorrow is company picnic day.  We get to invite a bunch of friends and hang out at the SHOP this year.  I believe beach rides and fishing are among the many scheduled activities.  Not to mention tons of wonderful food, and company.  Heresay tells me the company owner bid on the biggest and best of all farm animals at the Coos County Fair this year.  All proceeds went to the 4-H group.  The best of the bovines were saved for the picnic and the rest was donated to charity. 

So I shall soon be filling my tummy with yummy and hunting seashells on the seashore with neighborgirl. For today, I rest, which means mild piddling and cleaning of the house.  Transplanting some of my house plants and moving some of them off their perch on the porch to the newly swept greenhouse.  Winter is coming.

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I think the word speaks for itself.  Dootee.  That's how much fun I had being a juror this past week.  Oh sure, I could have blown it off one way or another.  Plenty of people did.  But as I like to say, if someday I'm in the Defendant's chair, I hope I get a bunch of jurors who gave a shit enough about somebody else's  life to hang around and give me a fair trial.  Not a bunch of people who were like, waaaaaaa!  get me out of here!  I'm a pussy!

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