My new baby.

Tongue Out Tuesday

Cherry

Or my chickens.

Mood

Heidi - my Mom started reading it aloud to us, but didn’t have time after that first session. I had to learn to read so I could finish it.

Dunning–Kruger r us

My neighbor, Claudette.

I got a smart birdfeeder for Christmas and these little guys are a ray of sunshine during this scary, dark time. Got to get my serotonin hit somewhere, so I spy on birds. This is a brown-headed nuthatch.

We had one who would attack my kids on their way to the bus stop in the morning. Ruckus of thugs sounds right.

Wish I thought of it. Mine spent the night shivering in fear, wrapped around me - and they are two 90 lb Great Pyrenees. It wasn’t a fun night.

He’s really worried about those New Jersey drones aka Chinese spy planes.

I’m a big Dylan fan. Recently I watched the music documentary- Don’t Look Back…maybe subconsciously preparing for the movie. You need to start your love affair watching Dylan before watching someone else play Dylan.

Planned quiche, but then I used all my eggs on pumpkin bread for work tomorrow. So… it was Mac and cheese. I was very sad.

My dogs have enjoyed so many such impromptu meals. I agree that it’s probably fine to eat, but I never do it because of the minimal risk that it’s not safe. Food poisoning is so traumatic. Btw, I have hens, I don’t wash the cuticle off the eggs, and I keep them on the counter. Never had an issue.

The tv series with neurodivergent protagonists are also comedic.

I’m reading “The Maid” by Nita Prose. It’s in this genre of Neurodivergent protagonists….others are “Eleanor Olephant” and “the Curious Incident of the Dog…”. These books seem to treat the differences respectfully…but I have mixed feelings. The whole genre seems to be comedies.

I went to put the chickens to bed (close the door of the hen house) and found an opossum in their house. I had to push her out with a broom. Her little paws trying to find something to hold on to. I felt like a bad ass! Anything for my little ladies.

I deleted the app years ago because of this. I’d talk about something, and then have an ad for it show up in my feed. Too creepy. I can access it in a browser, but I do it seldom. Too much click-bait. Not enough real content from family and friends.

I can’t wait for my pug plates to come out of the kiln. May the kiln gods smile kindly on them and grant them a smooth, even glaze with crisp lines.

Duolingo and Trello (I use it as my things to do list)

Spa day at our house

The south has “meat and three” diners. Fried chicken or meat loaf with fried okra, collard greens, and pineapple casserole. Sweet tea.

In honor of Fibonocci day, which was yesterday, I am posting a photo of a spiral from a lighting workshop I did years ago.

Elon is the perfect name for prostate cancer.

Egret - Near Arabia Mountain, Georgia

Colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra (my mother used to say it)