Guineas

Zoomer got guinea chicks this summer, and knowing my interest in this project of hers, she's so cleverly and delightfully been tucking into some of her e-mails what she labels each time a "Gratuitous Guinea Shot."  I'm always eager to see where the silly birds are this time and to have a window on their antics.  In the absence of my camera's USB cord — and in my effort to delay as long as possible the feast prep-work on my to-do list today — I decided to share with you Zoomer's silly guineas, which I plucked from her missives to me:





Now this next one I'll label "Gratuitous Garden Shot," and it displays what this amazing woman produced in the fall, after she'd made a cross-country move mid-summer.  We've been in our home 4 years now and still have packed, unexplored boxes in the barns.  Zoomer planted a garden on the new homestead and is reaping the harvest of her labors:


Kinda makes a slow-mover wanna upchuck applaud.  ºÜº  *applause*  You go, Zoomer!

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.  Proverbs 6:6-8

Feathers Inbound

At the kitchen sink yesterday afternoon, movement outside the window caught my eye, so I stopped what I was doing and stared.  Feathers were drifting to the ground.  How did a chicken reach a height as great as the roof?  Wait.  That one was halfway across the yard.  Those aren't feathers.  They're snowflakes!

Scuse the momentary brain bubble that stuck a molting chicken on the roof.  They were the biggest snowflakes I've ever seen in my life: bigger than a 50¢ piece. Remember those?  Son4 and I needed to get into town, so we enjoyed a display of giant, feathery flakes splatting onto the windshield. We've had our first snow of the year, and it was a good one. Ü

Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak; and hear, O earth, the words of my mouth.  My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass: because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.  He is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he.  Deuteronomy 32:1-4

TSA

Adults who are willing to submit to being inspected in a state of nudity or having their bodies groped may, or probably, deserve whatever they get.

Parents who allow these clearly heinous crimes to be committed against their children should be arrested and jailed and fined and re-educated by sane adults, then reunited with their children.

"Let's all agree to not submit to being treated like dumb animals on this __ (insert date)."  Better something than nothing, but I will listen to anyone who can give me a reasonable explanation for allowing these crimes to occur ONE TIME on ANY DAY.

Yes, Virginia, the world has gone mad.

And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.  Mark 9:42

USB FB and UB

USB
Would be the name of the camera cord I misplaced, and blogging just isn't the same for me without photos, so I've been mighty quiet of late.  Desperate, I'm relying today upon graphics.

FB
Would be Harvey's latest field of play.  It seems I walked away from the laptop while the browser was tuned to Facebook (FB), and while I did hear from afar the familiar, doinking keyboard noises and figured Harvey was dancing on it, I didn't know until much later that he'd logged into FB chat.  I don't do chat, myself.  If I didn't have a phone, or I wanted to talk to someone overseas, I'd consider it.  Harvey doesn't have a phone — or a voice — so I suppose he thought he should avail himself of the service.  He's much smarter than I, because it took me forever to figure out how to close the silly thing, and I'll have to ask "Anna" if she chatted with him, because I noticed she was in there.

UB
Would be a friend's abbreviation of Ugly Be-hinder parts that tend to plague women of advancing age.  I thought it was really cute that she'd fashioned a quick-type term for "it."  I thought of her this morning — and it wasn't cute — when I grabbed a size-gasp denim pencil skirt from the closet, showered, then discovered I couldn't get my UB to fit inside.  I slithered back to the closet for one in size-justgoaheadandshootme, donned it with the aid of a pry bar, and waddled out of the bathroom saying, "I don't think I can clean house in this thing.  I seem to be having trouble just walking in it."  When I sat down and felt like I was having an unplanned, emergency appendectomy or something, I hit the closet for a third time, choosing A-line with elastic back!  Ahhh.  And RATS!

I have to go clean house now.  You've seen me close many posts with, "Sometimes it's the little things."  Today, IT'S THE BIG THINGS.

And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; and to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; and to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.  For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.  II Peter 1:5-8

An Entertaining Film for Today

It's a good thing I popped back over here to check on this hastily made post, because I somehow grabbed the code to the wrong film.  Entertaining, I suppose, but not at all what I intended to post.  Here's the film, The Government Can:

Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.  Proverbs 14:34