Quote: "The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The next best time is today"
Q: what do you call a diminutive psychic who has escaped from jail? A: A small medium at large.
Here's a couple of articles from last week's newspapers:
"Use-by date eggstended It may taste like it was cooked this morning, but that egg in your shop-bought sandwich or salad could be up to 26 days old. The eggs are being boiled in bulk in factories and pasteurised to kill bacteria, which means they will last for weeks. Packs of scrambled, poached and even ready-made fried eggs are also being made on production lines and supplied frozen to pubs and restaurants. Eggs sales are booming as they are viewed as healthy and have become a mainstay of popular protein-based diets." The above (and below) have been copied just as they appeared in the paper. The bold italics are my idea. I bet right now all of you are thinking about going back to buying fresh eggs and cooking them at home. Maybe getting a few chooks and having fresh-from-the-hen breakfast eggs? It might mean slowing down the rat race a bit, but that's a good thing. **** "Gender goes down tube. Train announcers on London's Tube have been banned from using phrases such as "ladies and gentlemen" - in case they offend transgender passengers. Instead, staff on bus, Tube and rail networks will be told to use terms such as "good morning everyone". Transport for London says its workers must not assume the gender of commuters. The move follows lobbying by LGBT campaigners, who argue terms such as "sir" and "madam" belong to the past." I agree that "sir" and "madam" are a bit stuffy and should probably be relegated to the past, but "ladies and gentlemen"? I don't see how this can possibly offend anyone. Regular people won't care, and those who are transgendering to the opposite sex can just accept the greeting as whichever sex they are choosing to become. A man transgendering to a woman can just accept the "good morning ladies", and a woman becoming a man can accept the "good morning gentlemen" part of the greeting. What do you think? Are the LGBT lobbyists going overboard on this? Or can you see, as I can, that a man wanting to be a woman, dressing as a woman etc, might be pleased to be recognised as a woman by this simple "good morning ladies and gentlemen" and of course the opposite gender trans applies.
I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site. I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist. Today’s clip is: Kenny Loggins
Welcome back to Sunday Selections. Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules. Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please. If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look. Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.
I was wandering around with my camera, looking for Angel, and this is what I saw:
the white cedar tree is so heavy with berries this year, I'm going to avoid walking under it when they start dropping. It would be like trying to walk on marbles.
this magpie was warbling so prettily, then>>
he took off, desperately trying to escape from the crow that had chased him out of the tree. I watched for quite a while and that crow was not giving up. Every time the magpie tried to rest the crow swooped at him again. It was too fast for me to capture on camera.
I used to see lots of these two-toned geranium leaves, now this bush is the only one.
a pink carpet of fallen camellias, and one pink peg.
a pretty sky, the clouds were constantly changing, there must have been a lot of wind up there.
this gorgeously shaped trunk and branches is rarely as bare as this, even now new leaves are budding.
Not at all related to Lost and Found (aka Tom's Memories) here is my story:
Throughout the long summer evening, as dusk fell and settled into the shadows, Davey and I had sat on the porch marvelling at our good fortune. Our relatives had finally gone home after a ten day visit, during which my sister Marion had told me every single tidbit of slanderous gossip going around the old neighbourhood, while her husband Greg caught up on so much sleep he resembled a bear gone dormant for the winter. "I'm a little jealous," Marion had said. "Your wonderful views, your splendid sunsets, the plentiful supply of sweet water straight from the spring. It all seems a little mystical, like fairies and pixies could be living in the trees. But we can't stay longer. Greg is the only heart surgeon now that Will has retired," so bags had been packed and they'd gone back to the city. Davey and I revelled in the quiet, listening to the melody of the brook as it tumbled over rocks and down mini waterfalls from the misty mountain above and behind us. Suddenly, two shots rang out, close together. Known throughout the mountain area as a cry for help, "Is anyone out there? I'm lost".
Davey got the rifle from the cabinet and fired one answering shot into the air. A few minutes later, two more shot were heard and Davey answered again. "He seems a little closer Trish," and he stood at the edge of the porch peering into the woods. Another two shots, definitely closer now.
Davey answered with one shot and went down to light the beacon in our miniature lighthouse that served as gatepost and mailbox. I went inside and started frying bacon and brewing coffee, whoever was lost would no doubt be hungry. After several more volleys of shots and answers, I heard voices. Davey and an unknown male.
They came into the house and I served bacon and egg sandwiches along with large mugs of coffee, before we asked who he was and where he'd come from. His gratitude was palpable, he thought he'd been wandering for days, but couldn't be sure as a fall had knocked him out for a while. We offered him a bed and agreed to help him find his campsite in the morning.
I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site. I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist. Today’s clip is: Guns 'n' Roses
Sweet Child of Mine
and the lyrics:
not to everyone's taste, but I really like it and the beat keeps the feet walking