Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Portal - Credits Song 'Still Alive'
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)
Safe!
It was stormy here last night, one of those nights when it is good to live in a snug house on top of a rise in the terrain. We watched television throughout most of the storms that crossed the whole of Arkansas from Shreveport and Texarkana to Memphis and the Mississippi River.
Things have really changed weatherwise. I remember when I was a youngster in Kansas, when the weather got bad, windy and rainy and then the hail would fall, we would all run for the storm shelter while the weather cell passed over. We didn't have any idea if there would be a tornado, but better safe underground than hurt by a storm. As a child, I didn't mind. Our tornado shelter doubled as the fruit cellar and was full to the brim with wonderful things that my Grandmother and my Aunts had stocked away in fruit jars. There were homemade candles and we had light. We all grabbed our pillows and our blankets to take with us into the cellar, so as a child, sheltering from a storm was almost comfortable, practically fun.
Today the weather watchers have instruments and cameras and doppler radar. The television shows were blanked out and the Little Rock stations went 'local' and followed the bad weather all along its way. On our computer, we could watch the storm travel across the map, live and in vivid color. We were told almost exactly to the moment when the winds were going to start. We were prepared for the high winds and listening for any sirens. Bismarck has tornado sirens that will go off if the conditions are right. We have a lower floor, a basement in our house. The best place to take shelter is equipped with a king size bed and a window air conditioner and ceiling fans to keep us cool. It has a big screen television set and a little refrigerator, a full bath with a walk in shower and NO WINDOWS! What, me worry? We were safe from last night's storms.
But a few places in Arkansas were hard hit. On television we watched a small town named Sunshine as a tornado touched down in a wide swath and moved slowly with it's black cloud (The weather service called it's "junk" cloud...meaning the cloud held all the dirt and branches and trash and parts and pieces the tornado had picked up and was carrying along with it) and everything in its path dissappeared. Storm chasers now take pictures from a distance, but in a storm, you can't say for sure what has happened until it is over and those who can go to check on the circumstances of others. Immediately after the storms passed, ambulances rushed in, so those of us watching the scene could know that someone got hurt!
The weather men said that Arkansas was getting tornado activity that was normally the kind that Oklahoma or Kansas would get because of the tornado's wide path of destruction and the fact that the swirling tornado stayed on the ground for a very long time before rising back up or blowing itself out. At one point, when the weather activity and the tornado touchdowns were passing through Hot Springs Village, I worried about my friend Mirka, who lives in Hot Springs a few miles south...but when I called to talk to her to say it was going to be all right, her cell phone had no signal.
Watching on our television, we could see a highway sign that was familiar to us just outside Hot Springs on Highway 70. It said to a right turn at the next exit would take you to Carpenter Dam. On the television, in front of our eyes, the dark clouds formed a trail that touched down. The traffic moving along the four lane highway didn't stop. The road seemed to be almost as busy as it is on any normal afternoon. The storm was moving fast, and the tail of dark clouds didn't last long, but had it been worse, there would not have been any shelter for the cameramen in the van! The television weatherman was as startled as anyone and started immediately to warn the camera crew to take care and to get out of there!!
At one point, when the storms went through North Little Rock, the US weather advisory personel went off duty so they could seek shelter as the storms blew over their location.
This morning, in my yard there are leaves and limbs everywhere, but all is well. I spoke to Mirka, and she had gone to work. She said she had some branches fall on her roof, but the damage was not bad and that she weathered the storm. I am especially aware that all is well with us when I see on television that Governor Beebe is making the rounds of the small towns that were damaged and speaking to survivors, some of whom lost family and friends and many lost all their belongings when tornadoes touched down. Today once again, Arkansas has areas of concern, conditions right for a super-cell weather circulation to form. The name has changed, but the damage a tornado can do hasn't.
Things have really changed weatherwise. I remember when I was a youngster in Kansas, when the weather got bad, windy and rainy and then the hail would fall, we would all run for the storm shelter while the weather cell passed over. We didn't have any idea if there would be a tornado, but better safe underground than hurt by a storm. As a child, I didn't mind. Our tornado shelter doubled as the fruit cellar and was full to the brim with wonderful things that my Grandmother and my Aunts had stocked away in fruit jars. There were homemade candles and we had light. We all grabbed our pillows and our blankets to take with us into the cellar, so as a child, sheltering from a storm was almost comfortable, practically fun.
Today the weather watchers have instruments and cameras and doppler radar. The television shows were blanked out and the Little Rock stations went 'local' and followed the bad weather all along its way. On our computer, we could watch the storm travel across the map, live and in vivid color. We were told almost exactly to the moment when the winds were going to start. We were prepared for the high winds and listening for any sirens. Bismarck has tornado sirens that will go off if the conditions are right. We have a lower floor, a basement in our house. The best place to take shelter is equipped with a king size bed and a window air conditioner and ceiling fans to keep us cool. It has a big screen television set and a little refrigerator, a full bath with a walk in shower and NO WINDOWS! What, me worry? We were safe from last night's storms.
But a few places in Arkansas were hard hit. On television we watched a small town named Sunshine as a tornado touched down in a wide swath and moved slowly with it's black cloud (The weather service called it's "junk" cloud...meaning the cloud held all the dirt and branches and trash and parts and pieces the tornado had picked up and was carrying along with it) and everything in its path dissappeared. Storm chasers now take pictures from a distance, but in a storm, you can't say for sure what has happened until it is over and those who can go to check on the circumstances of others. Immediately after the storms passed, ambulances rushed in, so those of us watching the scene could know that someone got hurt!
The weather men said that Arkansas was getting tornado activity that was normally the kind that Oklahoma or Kansas would get because of the tornado's wide path of destruction and the fact that the swirling tornado stayed on the ground for a very long time before rising back up or blowing itself out. At one point, when the weather activity and the tornado touchdowns were passing through Hot Springs Village, I worried about my friend Mirka, who lives in Hot Springs a few miles south...but when I called to talk to her to say it was going to be all right, her cell phone had no signal.
Watching on our television, we could see a highway sign that was familiar to us just outside Hot Springs on Highway 70. It said to a right turn at the next exit would take you to Carpenter Dam. On the television, in front of our eyes, the dark clouds formed a trail that touched down. The traffic moving along the four lane highway didn't stop. The road seemed to be almost as busy as it is on any normal afternoon. The storm was moving fast, and the tail of dark clouds didn't last long, but had it been worse, there would not have been any shelter for the cameramen in the van! The television weatherman was as startled as anyone and started immediately to warn the camera crew to take care and to get out of there!!
At one point, when the storms went through North Little Rock, the US weather advisory personel went off duty so they could seek shelter as the storms blew over their location.
This morning, in my yard there are leaves and limbs everywhere, but all is well. I spoke to Mirka, and she had gone to work. She said she had some branches fall on her roof, but the damage was not bad and that she weathered the storm. I am especially aware that all is well with us when I see on television that Governor Beebe is making the rounds of the small towns that were damaged and speaking to survivors, some of whom lost family and friends and many lost all their belongings when tornadoes touched down. Today once again, Arkansas has areas of concern, conditions right for a super-cell weather circulation to form. The name has changed, but the damage a tornado can do hasn't.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Sunday, April 24, 2011
Mollie didn't answer. I suppose it surprised the 3 year old that there was someone's voice on the telephone she had swiped from her Daddy. She listened to Mike (I mean Pops!) for a little while, then she hung up. When Mike called back and talked to Troy, the two of them agreed that Mollie had pushed just the right button to call her Pops, so Troy gave her the phone and that time she did talk! She said "Hi, Pops!" And she said "Happy Easter Pops!"
A nice way to start today. I had sent Easter cards to my great grandchildren and when I looked at my email this morning, my granddaughter let me know that Zoey's card had arrived in good time for the holiday. I talked to my father on the computer microphone and told him Happy Easter. At the church next door, everyone was dressed in their finery--the girls all wore hats, most of them with big floppy brims, and the boys and the men had on suit coats and neckties. It was fun to watch the little ones in their Easter outfits outside this morning hunting easter eggs on the front steps and lawn of the church.
I am sure everyone had a big meal to continue the Easter celebration. It talked to one of my cousins who told me she was fixing a big ham and inviting her husband's parents and brother over to eat dinner with her family. Another cousin told me that her daughter and son-in-law were coming over with a smoked brisket and they'd all have Easter dinner together. Mike and I and Sonny were together. Neither of them are walking much. Mike is still recouperating from his knee surgery in early March and Mike 2 sprained his ankle last week then twisted the same ankle. He decided today that he was going prop it up on pillows, wrap in in an Ace bandage, put ice on it...and, for as long as he can, stay off of it. Since I am the only one walking, I fixed a special dinner to say "Get Well Soon" and "Happy Easter".
The pasta and shrimp dish I fixed must have been good. Both Mike and Mike2 cleaned up their plates and even though I made a lot, there were no leftovers. I fed the dogs, and since it was Easter, I made sure they had yesterdays leftovers mixed in with their dog food. And I gave Kayley the cat the last of the kitty treats left in the bag. No dyed Easter eggs, but it was a happy Easter.
One unusual note, in 2011 both the Gregorian and the Julian calendars have designated April 24 as Easter. Unique this year, the Orthodox faith celebrated the same day as Roman Catholic and Protestant churches.
In countries around the world, the Easter Egg is used to celebrate the holiday.
In Bosnia, a Bosnian Serb woman can be seen seated at a table decorating eggs with melted wax in the southern town of Banja Luka In Germany one couple decorated a tree in their garden with 9,800 stunning Easter Eggs. | |||||||||
In France, high-end decorated chocolate Easter eggs crafted by the French chocolatier family Colas are displayed in Paris' Jicara Chocolat boutique
In the Ukraine, children examine an egg shaped sphere sculpture made from Easter eggs, on the day of its unveiling at Kievo-Pecherskaya Lavra cathedral in Kiev
In the USA, in Florida, a scuba diving Easter Bunny hides eggs in the sand at the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary
In the USA in Colorado, Brandy, dressed in her Easter finery, sporting a set of Easter Bunny Ears and holding an Easter Basket is the perfect representation of our American way of celebrating Easter! Find the eggs, Brandy!Saturday, April 9, 2011
American Vultures
Big black birds nest in the woods behind our house. I don't see them in the winter, but when the weather warms, what first appears to be a tiny black speck in the sky grows larger and larger until I can see its a big black bird. I see them regularly come in for a landing, and disappear in the nearby trees. This spring is no different. The birds are almost solid black, but when the wings are spread out in flight you can see whitish tips. The head of the bird is also whitish. The birds are huge, bigger than any other bird I see around here.
Not knowing what they were, I looked them up online. They call them American vultures, but they are more akin to a hawk than to a vulture or a buzzard. They eat carrion, but are not strictly a carrion bird and will pick up small living prey as well. Watch out squirrels and bunnies!
According to Wikipedia, the birds lay their eggs on the ground. It also says the birds have a keen sense of smell and of sight. That explains a lot about these neighbors of mine.
Not knowing what they were, I looked them up online. They call them American vultures, but they are more akin to a hawk than to a vulture or a buzzard. They eat carrion, but are not strictly a carrion bird and will pick up small living prey as well. Watch out squirrels and bunnies!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tick talk
An interesting day yesterday. I am not sure whether to feel good or bad about it all. On Tuesday, I scratched an itch that turned out to be a tick. I asked Mike to take it off because I could not even see it. It was attached to me just on my waistline on the right side of my back. Even with a mirror I could not see it, let alone remove it. Mike put nail polish remover on it and pulled slow and steady with a tweezer...exactly what the online instructions said to do...and when the tick came off, the head of it remained embedded under my skin. Mike dug at it with a needle, but it was so deep under my skin that he could not remove the tiny splinter that remained. I put ichthymol on it (In Louisiana they called it 'drawing' ointment.) hoping that, like a splinter, the head of the tick would surface so Mike could remove it. That didn't work, all that happened was that the area under the bandaid turned red. Mike called the doctor.
Mike is still walking with crutches and unable to put much weight on his leg since his surgery in early March, but he seemed to want to get out of the house on such a beautiful sunshiny day. He said he felt very good and he drove the car, no problem! Our doctor is in Malvern, some 20 miles from here, the seat of our Hot Springs County. It was not so bad. Our doctor is in with a group, and Mike had talked to his nurse who, because our doctor was busy, set us up with a medical assistant who worked at that group. We had to leave immediately because the appointment was about 45 minutes from when Mike called. There was a bit of a wait to see the doctor, but it was not so bad. The Medical practicioner who took care of me used a set of tiny tweezers and said she had to dig deep, but she managed to get the rest of the tick out...and said that I really would not need to worry, but that just in case I should have a blood test to be sure there was no trace of Lyme Disease. She started me on a weeklong regimen of a tetracycline and said that if Lyme Disease should happen to show up in my blood they would call me and increase the prescription for a 2nd week and that should take care of any problem I might have with any bacterial infection from the tick. The drawing of the blood was not wonderful, but it was not so bad. Mike said that the simplest thing to do with the tetracycline prescription would be to have it phoned in to the Walmart store there in Malvern so we could stop to pick it up on our trip home.
At the Walmart store, when I went to the pharmacy, the prescription had not yet been received. Mike was using one of those electric wheelchair baskets to get around inside the store and it was not so bad. We did some other shopping and I went back to the pharmacy about fifteen minutes later and still no order from the doctor...so I left my phone number for them to call me when it was ready and said I would come back before I left the store if I had not yet heard from them. As soon as I got back to where Mike was looking in electronics for a USB microphone for Mike2, I realized that I gave the pharmacy the wrong phone number and went back to give them the right number for the cell phone I was carrying on me...and the order from the Doctor was there. It was not so bad. The person I talked to said it'd take about 15 minutes to fill it. Mike and I finished our shopping, and the fifteen minutes was up so he headed out to the car in his electric cart and I went back to the pharmacy.
I waited in line behind three people to be in front of the pickup desk in the pharmacy. The lady behind the desk said that the prescription was not ready yet, but the check out lady said that the intake lady had asked to speak to me when I got back there. Back to the end of the line at the intake desk, there were 3 people in front of me and when I finally talked to the lady behind the intake desk, she wanted to see my insurance card. I showed my card and the lady brought my information up to date and informed me that my pills just needed to be counted out and I could pick up my prescription shortly. Back to the end of the line at the pickup desk, there were five people in front of me. And when I got to the front of the line the lady told me that there was not yet any prescription ready for me. I waited. And waited. And waited...for nearly an hour, the entire time complaining loudly that my husband, waiting for me out in the hot car must think I had died...but there didn't seem to be any rush behind the pharmacy counter. As a matter of fact, there were two other people waiting with me complaining loudly as well, one, a man who was worried about his sick wife in the car who needed the prescription so all he could do was wait there and see how long 'a few minutes' was, and a lady who said she had to be at work at four and that she really hoped her prescription would be ready 'in a few minutes' like they'd said. None of us squeeky wheels seemed to hurry them up in the pharmacy though. I stopped thinking that '...it's not so bad'.
I don't have any problems at other Walmart stores in Hot Springs or anywhere else, for that matter, but at the Walmart Store in Malvern I guess there is no competition or any reason for that store to make any attempt to win customers over. It must be the only game in town. That was not the first time I have spent a very long time waiting at the pharmacy counter in that same store. That was not the first time I have been disappointed at the high prices on the merchandise in the aisles. That was not the first time I'd been bewildered at that same store not having the merchandise I needed even though other Walmart stores do. Every time I have gone into the Walmart store in Malvern I have said that I won't be back. Matter of fact, I have lived here for four years and in all that time I think I have gone into the Malvern Walmart all of four times. Maybe after this time I won't ever need to go back there again.
I have started on my tetracycline regimen and am hoping that no other tiny little tick will cause me any more big problems!
Mike is still walking with crutches and unable to put much weight on his leg since his surgery in early March, but he seemed to want to get out of the house on such a beautiful sunshiny day. He said he felt very good and he drove the car, no problem! Our doctor is in Malvern, some 20 miles from here, the seat of our Hot Springs County. It was not so bad. Our doctor is in with a group, and Mike had talked to his nurse who, because our doctor was busy, set us up with a medical assistant who worked at that group. We had to leave immediately because the appointment was about 45 minutes from when Mike called. There was a bit of a wait to see the doctor, but it was not so bad. The Medical practicioner who took care of me used a set of tiny tweezers and said she had to dig deep, but she managed to get the rest of the tick out...and said that I really would not need to worry, but that just in case I should have a blood test to be sure there was no trace of Lyme Disease. She started me on a weeklong regimen of a tetracycline and said that if Lyme Disease should happen to show up in my blood they would call me and increase the prescription for a 2nd week and that should take care of any problem I might have with any bacterial infection from the tick. The drawing of the blood was not wonderful, but it was not so bad. Mike said that the simplest thing to do with the tetracycline prescription would be to have it phoned in to the Walmart store there in Malvern so we could stop to pick it up on our trip home.
An American Dog Tick...Arkansas is a little south of where these are prevalent.
At the Walmart store, when I went to the pharmacy, the prescription had not yet been received. Mike was using one of those electric wheelchair baskets to get around inside the store and it was not so bad. We did some other shopping and I went back to the pharmacy about fifteen minutes later and still no order from the doctor...so I left my phone number for them to call me when it was ready and said I would come back before I left the store if I had not yet heard from them. As soon as I got back to where Mike was looking in electronics for a USB microphone for Mike2, I realized that I gave the pharmacy the wrong phone number and went back to give them the right number for the cell phone I was carrying on me...and the order from the Doctor was there. It was not so bad. The person I talked to said it'd take about 15 minutes to fill it. Mike and I finished our shopping, and the fifteen minutes was up so he headed out to the car in his electric cart and I went back to the pharmacy.
I waited in line behind three people to be in front of the pickup desk in the pharmacy. The lady behind the desk said that the prescription was not ready yet, but the check out lady said that the intake lady had asked to speak to me when I got back there. Back to the end of the line at the intake desk, there were 3 people in front of me and when I finally talked to the lady behind the intake desk, she wanted to see my insurance card. I showed my card and the lady brought my information up to date and informed me that my pills just needed to be counted out and I could pick up my prescription shortly. Back to the end of the line at the pickup desk, there were five people in front of me. And when I got to the front of the line the lady told me that there was not yet any prescription ready for me. I waited. And waited. And waited...for nearly an hour, the entire time complaining loudly that my husband, waiting for me out in the hot car must think I had died...but there didn't seem to be any rush behind the pharmacy counter. As a matter of fact, there were two other people waiting with me complaining loudly as well, one, a man who was worried about his sick wife in the car who needed the prescription so all he could do was wait there and see how long 'a few minutes' was, and a lady who said she had to be at work at four and that she really hoped her prescription would be ready 'in a few minutes' like they'd said. None of us squeeky wheels seemed to hurry them up in the pharmacy though. I stopped thinking that '...it's not so bad'.
I don't have any problems at other Walmart stores in Hot Springs or anywhere else, for that matter, but at the Walmart Store in Malvern I guess there is no competition or any reason for that store to make any attempt to win customers over. It must be the only game in town. That was not the first time I have spent a very long time waiting at the pharmacy counter in that same store. That was not the first time I have been disappointed at the high prices on the merchandise in the aisles. That was not the first time I'd been bewildered at that same store not having the merchandise I needed even though other Walmart stores do. Every time I have gone into the Walmart store in Malvern I have said that I won't be back. Matter of fact, I have lived here for four years and in all that time I think I have gone into the Malvern Walmart all of four times. Maybe after this time I won't ever need to go back there again.
I have started on my tetracycline regimen and am hoping that no other tiny little tick will cause me any more big problems!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday
Tuesday (written November 25, 1997 by Myra Brewer)
Time and life measured, impossibility!
Time, a fourth dimension, unproved mathematically!
Time and life measured, impossibility!
We all go on forever, for as far as the eye can see,
While where we want to be is where we are, and
While where we are is where we want to be.
Pretending we understand our beginning!
Pretending there’ll be no end to it, but
Time and life unmeasured is our reality!
Time and life measured
Time and life unmeasured becomes our diety!
Life unmeasured, equals infinity.
And everything is as everything ought to be.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Wildflowers
Today has been absolutely beautiful, from the weather to the oniony smell of our new mowed lawn. The days have begun getting noticeably longer. Already it is after 7 pm and the sun is only now beginning to set and the horizon turn orange. Mike has continued to heal rapidly and to do a little more every day. He showed off today walking from the bedroom to the top of the livingroom stairs using only his cane. He now takes his own showers without ado using his crutches and standing on one foot balancing himself with his other. Yesterday we drove once again to Hot Springs because we had to take the wagon we bought at Big Lots on Monday back. One of the posts that we were supposed to put a cotter pin through didn't have a hole to put the pin into.
I don't mind shopping. It's that second trip to take back the things you bought that I don't like. I was only in Big Lots for a minute, just long enough for them to put a credit on the card they had debited for the wagon two days before. I'd meant, the next time I was there to get more of those cookies...because they went so fast I know they were really good...but like I said, I was only there long enough to get my money back on the wagon and I was out of there and on the way to Sam's Club to get some groceries...no cookies, but we did buy some rosemary bread! It was so good the amount we bought was not nearly enough for the three of us! I'll have to buy some more of that one of these days!
Today was another good day. This afternoon Mike went down to the garage and tried the tractor to see if it would start. It did. So then he decided to see if he would be uncomfortable sitting in the tractor seat, so he tried that. That worked, so there was nothing else to do but drive off to see if the bumping of using the mower would bother him. It didn't. I think it might have been a little much though because he was back after only a couple of rounds of mowing the front yard before he got off and Mike2 took over the job. Now it smells outside like fresh onion and new mowed lawn and it looks beautiful!
We needed gas for the mower, and I drove into Bismarck for that. There were an amazing number of people lined up in front of Hobo Joe's shaved ice trailer! I went by Fisherman's and picked up hamburgers and brought them home, added cheese and bacon and dill pickles and we had supper. Sometimes it's really nice not to need to cook.
Now, at sunset, it's quiet. The wildflowers have been cut down. Our lawn is now green, not the purples and whites of the little blooms and the tall green spikes of the wild onion grass that were there this morning. It is hard for me to decide which is more beautiful, the spring or the fall, the winter or the summer. Here in Arkansas, I look forward to each season as it comes and each season brings me views of the mountains and the skies and the trees that I don't remember having seen before. The new has not worn off retirement in Arkansas yet...
I don't mind shopping. It's that second trip to take back the things you bought that I don't like. I was only in Big Lots for a minute, just long enough for them to put a credit on the card they had debited for the wagon two days before. I'd meant, the next time I was there to get more of those cookies...because they went so fast I know they were really good...but like I said, I was only there long enough to get my money back on the wagon and I was out of there and on the way to Sam's Club to get some groceries...no cookies, but we did buy some rosemary bread! It was so good the amount we bought was not nearly enough for the three of us! I'll have to buy some more of that one of these days!
Today was another good day. This afternoon Mike went down to the garage and tried the tractor to see if it would start. It did. So then he decided to see if he would be uncomfortable sitting in the tractor seat, so he tried that. That worked, so there was nothing else to do but drive off to see if the bumping of using the mower would bother him. It didn't. I think it might have been a little much though because he was back after only a couple of rounds of mowing the front yard before he got off and Mike2 took over the job. Now it smells outside like fresh onion and new mowed lawn and it looks beautiful!
We needed gas for the mower, and I drove into Bismarck for that. There were an amazing number of people lined up in front of Hobo Joe's shaved ice trailer! I went by Fisherman's and picked up hamburgers and brought them home, added cheese and bacon and dill pickles and we had supper. Sometimes it's really nice not to need to cook.
Now, at sunset, it's quiet. The wildflowers have been cut down. Our lawn is now green, not the purples and whites of the little blooms and the tall green spikes of the wild onion grass that were there this morning. It is hard for me to decide which is more beautiful, the spring or the fall, the winter or the summer. Here in Arkansas, I look forward to each season as it comes and each season brings me views of the mountains and the skies and the trees that I don't remember having seen before. The new has not worn off retirement in Arkansas yet...
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