Weblog 296
October 16, 2011~ 12:00 am
The golden season is officially here! Looking out my front door on Thursday, this is the scene that greeted me as I stepped out to check the mailbox.....
So PRETTY! All the trees along the creek across the road are bathed in light and dappled in fall colors. (And I noticed MOUNTAINS of leaves had fallen from the oaks and maples outside of mum's assisted living buildings... they swirl about and carpet the walkways, looking delightful. (I gathered a few and brought them home because they were so HUGE! I wish when I'd snapped this picture, I'd put my hand beside that big one.
Honest to Pete, the thing was almost twice the length of my little monkey paws. LOL!!! And Holly's house is all decked out in Halloween decorations. On Friday when we visited, the dogs got dressed up, the grandkids put on their costumes as a preview for next Monday evening-- and Holly is such a sweetie, she made a quilted cloth Halloween pin for me to wear!
Cavorting cats! (Wayne liked it so much, she made one for him and slipped over here while I was still sleeping today and left it in a festive bag inside the screendoor. He was TICKLED to pieces. We both wore them when we went out for dinner on Saturday evening. We're in the seasonal mood.... at last. And going away for a long weekend at the end of the month. Gonna soak up all these colors in the mountains.
Not as BRIGHT, but certainly pretty, are the waves of goldenrod all in bloom on the hillside behind the house. I love how that looks, so I had to take a picture to remember it when the hillside turns brown again in winter.
And THERE'S the new car, parked in the carport. And if you look closely, that yellow 'ball' you see in the middle of the picture at the base of the carport wall.......that's Beethoven's grave. (A fella was throwing away a lovely marbelized BOWLING BALL at work, and stuck it in the dumpster. I snatched it out and now it's a decorative grave marker for my dear old, 21 year old cat-buddy. He'd be amused. Probably sniff at the thing, shake his paw and pad off, wondering what in the heck I was thinking. LOL!)
I wanted to share a picture taken at work, sent to me by my boss, who found a squirrel on the ledge outside her office window. He's the same little begger who's been consistently being fed unshelled peanuts by one of the owners. (Paul had been away, so the squirrel tried Joyce's window instead.)
Paul has the only windows that open and have screens in them. He slides the screen up when he sees the squirrel outside sitting up on his haunches, and tosses peanuts to him. It's so cute to watch. He sometimes calls me back to have a look. (He'd taken the funniest picture of this fella up close with his cellphone, and the squirrel's face is very distorted and looks ENORMOUS. If I can find that shot I'll post it here because he looks, for all the world, like a petitioner-- paws held up and drooped down at the wrist like a a hobo who's asking for a handout.) Here his in a closer view.....
(Not only squirrels, but our office is home to a troop of field mice, who love to raid the place during the night. One morning I'd come in a couple weeks ago to find a heap of broken peanut shells in the carpeted hallway behind me. I went back to his office to find the plastic bag of nuts had a hole chewed through the one corner. Yep. The thieve anything they can when no one's around.
On Saturday evening, Wayne and I watched a film called
- a long conversation with Alan Moore, 58 year old artist of gorgeous graphic novels, some of which have been made into movies: 'From Hell', 'The Watchmen' and 'V For Vendetta'. He's a fascinating, talented and very strange man. He speaks with a British working class accent in a voice that's deep and almost monotone, but extremely hypnotic. Moore considers himself a magician or a shaman.... a visonary, certainly; he's a 'self-made' man, and a powerhouse of creative genius.
If you've enjoyed the films mentioned, you certainly should rent it to find out where those visions came from. I guarantee the man's intelligence and metaphysical philosophy will wow you. (Plus, he's a guy with more rings and certainly stranger rings than even I have.
Makes me jealous. LOL!!!
Find me an offbeat, striking character, and I'm in heaven. Always been that way. The world is too stuffed with cardboard cut-out folks. Every now and then you may be lucky enough to find a magnificent weirdo. That's when things get interesting. (I think Mr. Moore would be the first to agree with me.)
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The golden season is officially here! Looking out my front door on Thursday, this is the scene that greeted me as I stepped out to check the mailbox.....
So PRETTY! All the trees along the creek across the road are bathed in light and dappled in fall colors. (And I noticed MOUNTAINS of leaves had fallen from the oaks and maples outside of mum's assisted living buildings... they swirl about and carpet the walkways, looking delightful. (I gathered a few and brought them home because they were so HUGE! I wish when I'd snapped this picture, I'd put my hand beside that big one.
Honest to Pete, the thing was almost twice the length of my little monkey paws. LOL!!! And Holly's house is all decked out in Halloween decorations. On Friday when we visited, the dogs got dressed up, the grandkids put on their costumes as a preview for next Monday evening-- and Holly is such a sweetie, she made a quilted cloth Halloween pin for me to wear!
Cavorting cats! (Wayne liked it so much, she made one for him and slipped over here while I was still sleeping today and left it in a festive bag inside the screendoor. He was TICKLED to pieces. We both wore them when we went out for dinner on Saturday evening. We're in the seasonal mood.... at last. And going away for a long weekend at the end of the month. Gonna soak up all these colors in the mountains.
Not as BRIGHT, but certainly pretty, are the waves of goldenrod all in bloom on the hillside behind the house. I love how that looks, so I had to take a picture to remember it when the hillside turns brown again in winter.
And THERE'S the new car, parked in the carport. And if you look closely, that yellow 'ball' you see in the middle of the picture at the base of the carport wall.......that's Beethoven's grave. (A fella was throwing away a lovely marbelized BOWLING BALL at work, and stuck it in the dumpster. I snatched it out and now it's a decorative grave marker for my dear old, 21 year old cat-buddy. He'd be amused. Probably sniff at the thing, shake his paw and pad off, wondering what in the heck I was thinking. LOL!)
I wanted to share a picture taken at work, sent to me by my boss, who found a squirrel on the ledge outside her office window. He's the same little begger who's been consistently being fed unshelled peanuts by one of the owners. (Paul had been away, so the squirrel tried Joyce's window instead.)
Paul has the only windows that open and have screens in them. He slides the screen up when he sees the squirrel outside sitting up on his haunches, and tosses peanuts to him. It's so cute to watch. He sometimes calls me back to have a look. (He'd taken the funniest picture of this fella up close with his cellphone, and the squirrel's face is very distorted and looks ENORMOUS. If I can find that shot I'll post it here because he looks, for all the world, like a petitioner-- paws held up and drooped down at the wrist like a a hobo who's asking for a handout.) Here his in a closer view.....
(Not only squirrels, but our office is home to a troop of field mice, who love to raid the place during the night. One morning I'd come in a couple weeks ago to find a heap of broken peanut shells in the carpeted hallway behind me. I went back to his office to find the plastic bag of nuts had a hole chewed through the one corner. Yep. The thieve anything they can when no one's around.
On Saturday evening, Wayne and I watched a film called
- a long conversation with Alan Moore, 58 year old artist of gorgeous graphic novels, some of which have been made into movies: 'From Hell', 'The Watchmen' and 'V For Vendetta'. He's a fascinating, talented and very strange man. He speaks with a British working class accent in a voice that's deep and almost monotone, but extremely hypnotic. Moore considers himself a magician or a shaman.... a visonary, certainly; he's a 'self-made' man, and a powerhouse of creative genius.
If you've enjoyed the films mentioned, you certainly should rent it to find out where those visions came from. I guarantee the man's intelligence and metaphysical philosophy will wow you. (Plus, he's a guy with more rings and certainly stranger rings than even I have.
Makes me jealous. LOL!!!
Find me an offbeat, striking character, and I'm in heaven. Always been that way. The world is too stuffed with cardboard cut-out folks. Every now and then you may be lucky enough to find a magnificent weirdo. That's when things get interesting. (I think Mr. Moore would be the first to agree with me.)
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