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May the 4’s be with you
Welcome to the Froggy Bottom Saturday Cafe #3!!
Clean tables and rested waitstaff.
Ahhh, the beach. How beautiful!
I think I can make it through the Catskills winter now. Thank you!
but some of us getting all washed and spiffed for saturday night.
Nowhere — ya just gotta take a bath on saturday whether ya need it or not.
That’s what I thought!
Hot doggie date?
I love this pics of your dogs & the grasses. Love ’em — they cheer me up terrifically!
Your dogs must be the greatest.
I’m glad you like the pictures of the dogs; I know I do but then I’m inclined to think that all my dogs have pretty great and completely photogenic but I know I’m just a tad biased.
The affection on both sides comes through pretty well. Maybe that’s why they’re so cheerful for me — there’s lots of shared joy there.
and changed my sig…now I’m trying to figure out how to shrink the size of the .gif…
Hey, it finally worked… 🙂
Where’s your rant?
Holy Mackerel
And the Night Crew has just started to stir.
Peace
dada!!
Yer gonna give us nighthawks a bad rep with that kinda stuff…Jeezeus…you’ll have’em believing there’s some kinda Bacchanalian bruhaha goin’ on…
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Partaaaay! :{)
Peace
I’ll have the pond know that our dietary eccentricities range well within telescope range of conventional at times.
Today’s lunch was chili was made with a very respectably mild smoked salmon, served over greens and a few corn chips as a taco salad.
And we only had a little seaweed salad on the side.
But we also scored some nice fresh Pacific fish from Oregon, and more of the commercially made very budget priced salmon sausage and chorizo.
Holy savannah, Batman! We have direct sun in the window! Must be time for a doggy walk again.
What an incredibly cool image! Really, fish are amazing.
Seriously, SN,
Basements sound great until you’ve climbed the steps all day putting things away. Then a garage storage area at first floor level sounds great.
Especially if you’re planning a career as a slacker.
I’ve had basements my whole life until I moved down here. They always held a certain fascination for me. The house I grew up in was built around 1900 and the basement had a dark mysterious coal bin that we used to play hide and seek in much to my mother’s delight. And a giant old furnace covered with asbestos insulation that we used to pick off and throw at each other. To the best of my recollection none of us ever ate any no matter how hungry we got so aside from breathing in the dust hopefully we haven’t suffered any ill effects. At least any obvious ones.
And one time when I got mad at my mother I “ran away” and hid under the basement stairs waiting for her to get deathly worried about me and call the police. I waited and waited. I peed my pants and got really really hungry. I could hear them all talking and laughing upstairs and no one seemed to notice my absence. Finally I came up when they sat down to dinner and no one said anything. That’s what it’s like to be one of 8 kids. Maybe katiebird remembers it differently.
I remember it exactly the same way. Except I never had the strength of character to actually pee my pants. I remember spending an afternoon in a tree, thinking that I’d live there forever. Or maybe walk to Iowa to live with Aunt Hazel. In Iowa. From California. As you say, no one noticed.
The house in which I grew up had a great pantry, perfect for hide-n-go seek.
I can’t imagine life without a basement.
I don’t think I ever saw a basement until we came to Kansas. No one had them where I grew up.
Southern states seem not to have basements. I know that my parents in Florida do not have a basement.
This was Northern California.
Basements must be a Mid-west, hide from the tornado thing.
I loved to lie outside on the sidewalk and watch storms — but eventually my mom would come drag me off to the basement with my sisters and make us stand behind the big old boiler.
When I was about 6 I announced that I was going to run away. I got out my little suitcase and filled it with books. I don’t remember where I went, probably up the street to my cousins’ house. But I went home for dinner and no one said anything — until I was a teenager. Since then, my family has made fun of me on a regular basis about it.
Aren’t families great like that? They take the most intimate and/or painful memories and turn them into a joke. Keeps you laughing at yourself.
Yes, that is the truth. I’ve learned never to admit any fallibility around them — even things that seem perfectly obvious to me. For instance. All my life I’ve had weak ankles, and I’m a klutz, so the slightest bit of uneven pavement and BOOM I’m on the ground. Since I’m always pretty embarrassed when I fall down for no real apparent reason, I thought it was obvious. Wrong. One day (as an adult) I’m talking to my two sisters and they are complaining about the television show Ally McBeal — its unrealistic because she’s always falling down. I said, well I always fall down. They looked at me like I was nuts and denied it. We argued about it a little. I then forgot about it. But the next time I was with them and tripped, they suddenly realized I had been truthful. And now its a big joke. If I had only kept my mouth shut …
I understand that. When I mention to my family something that happened when I was depressed, they always say they don’t think I really was depressed. I say: “I gained 100lbs, I never left the house, I cried 23 hours a day!” I think it makes them feel guilty that they didn’t really notice or try to do anything about it.
So now that I feel it creeping up again I won’t tell them about it at all. When I talk to any of my sisters or my mom I tell them everything is fine. Admitting weakness is somehow really hard for me to do with them.
It sounds like they might not be listening anyway.
They’re very nice, but I’ve come to the conclusion that our relationships are all pretty superficial now that we’re adults. It’s sad.
It’s very sad. I’ve been so lucky with my siblings (and parents too) — I can’t imagine not having them as my best friends. There are ups and downs with individuals, but there’s always a lot of communication between us. And everyone always worries about everyone else.
I’m raising my hand to be a substitute sister.
I get to be the older sister who’s a bit bossy and pushy but underneath it all is really an old softy who’s bossy and pushy.
Can I be the youngest? I’ve ALWAYS wanted to be the youngest sister.
Oh God! Me too. Just thinking about it makes me happy.
The youngest always reminds me of being Cindy Brady. Sooooo spoiled and cute! Do I sound bitter? Do I?
I loved being the middle child — no one pays attention to you so you can get away with just about anything.
Uh, I’m guessing you’re NOT the youngest?
And I’m here to tell you, she’s (Andi’s) good! Stick with her long enough and she’ll become your mother-hen!
I’ve discovered that. Now I have to decide if I want her as a sister or a mother hen.
Actually I can do both quite easily; you have no idea the depths of my talents.
I’m not capable of turning the mother hen off.
I’ll be the middle sister who is always striving to get attention and be the clown of the family, but underneath is….well, striving for attention and…
Oh, nevermind.
OK, sigh, YOU can be the youngest. But we all get to pick on you and lock you in the basement and tell you there are monsters in the closet. OK?
You all did that to younger sisters? Right? I mean, we weren’t an aberration and simply sadistic to my baby sister? Right?
Actually the one we picked on was my older sister. My younger sister was off limits as my mother was completely besotted and would believe anything she said.
did you see dabobbo’s response on my questions about Etta?
No. I hadn’t gone back. Thanks for linking to it.
Well you can always talk about it here. And don’t write off your family completely. You might just need to approach it differently.
I know that if I was really in trouble my sisters would be there for me. We are pretty close. But I have to TELL them that things bother me, and that it’s serious. They never seem to guess. Which is, of course, depressing. But really, why should I assume that people can read my mind? Especially when I go to such lengths to hide my problems.
Maybe its because I’m a Pisces and they’re both Capricorns?
That’s more what it’s like with us. If I was homeless, for example, I’d have a place to live. And don’t knock us Capricorns…we’re usually very intuitive and can tell when someone is in trouble.
Would that horizontal sorta white line at water level be the leading edge of the rain storm? We get that effect sometimes as a thunderstorm moves across the prairie.
Nope, there’s almost no such thing out here. Having spend 50 years in the bulk of North America that’s driven by the pulse of alternating warm, wet Gulf air and colder Canadian air, living in Puget Sound is like having a rotary heart installed.
That white is a rain-and-mist line but it doesn’t come with a front or any special amount or change of wind. Continental type thunderstorms are just about unknown here. We probably don’t hear thunder more than 3-4 times a year, and it’s always kind of an “HO” scale [as in model trains] thunder because there’s no real power source behind it.
As a sailor I have a good half-dozen stories about the final 15 seconds as those fierce continental stormfront lines race across the water before pounding whatever boat I was in at the time. In my very first time at the helm, age 15 with my family & some friends crewing, it was over 70 knots (and ours was a trailerable open boat, not some big cruiser yacht). We got through it fine, despite a jammed sail that only finally made it down with seconds to spare. The friends, a dating teacher couple, announced this was their last sailboat ride when we made it back, and promptly got married.
Funniest event was on an inland reservoir sailing a boat borrowed from my construction boss. That was my only stormfront capsize, I badly messed up my timing. As we sat on the upturned hull in the roaring wind & rain, we saw a big crow flying only a few feet away at our head height above the water. Visibility was barely yards.
He glanced at us briefly and if birds could do a double-take, he did. The winds were 40-50 knots which was as fast as he could fly–so he was standing dead still, didn’t know it, and had lost track of his altitude. He was very startled to see the likes of us that “high” and keeping up with him, so he skwawked for all he was worth and peeled away into the storm.
What excellent imagery, Gooserock — both the picture & prose.
Saw the image earlier & meant to compliment you on it.
How lovely to see the color green, too! Thank you.
Thanks for a most interesting reply. Weather phenomena has always fascinated me, but ocean/sailing stories are somewhat “alien” to my experience.
Consulting the weather predictions for the day is a routine survival mechanism for all who are born and raised here, and it doesn’t take the newcomers long to adapt to that sort of thinking either.
We had a few deaths in ND earlier this season due to exposure to the cold. So even though it’s been a mild winter it’s still best to travel with survival gear. Hypothermia is a much more serious concern than most people realize. Hence, the rule, Don’t leave your auto. Those who do are generally found horizontal.
Crows stories; that’d make a whole diary probably. They’re certainly amazing creatures, and often an important factor in the lore of indigenous religions.
I love the way that the sea and sky are framed by both natural and human elements. Except for trails, which basically follow animal trails, I feel that the human elements in my photos are intrusions.
Hello Everybody – I’m back again for a minute. I just went to the house that going to be used for my nephew’s engagement party. I took some pictures of the flowers. I going to turn around and go back because I’m not satisfied with them. But, here is one. The party is being held in an old antebellum home that was built in 1835. It’s the first time I’ve been in it and it’s like walking into history.
And this is our family’s house where when the wedding is held the reception will be there.
I hope the pictures are not too big.
That’s gorgeous. Being in a place like that would almsot be enough to make me behave myself.
And the size of the pictures is perfect.
I love the idea of a wedding at home. It’s beautiful. And the engagement party will be very nice at the antebellum house — Andi’s right. Everyone will be on their best behaviour.
Actually the wedding will be at the church my grandparents help build. The reception will be at the house and if it’s like my niece’s reception a big tent will be next door. My poor sister and brother-in-law are still paying for that wedding.
Just as good. I just like the idea of the celebration being at home.
Thanks Andi. That one picture with the flowers doesn’t do the house justice because it is beautiful.
The second is our family house. It was built around 1852. My brothers & sister own it now and no one lives there. It’s just used for holidays, reunions and special occasions.
As I said earlier I just wish I could take pictures like ya’ll.
I think you’ve done an excellent job so far, FM!
These are great photos — the wedding should be lovely. When there’s a palpable sense of personal history in the setting, it adds much warmth to the festivities.
Thanks – I’ve got to start getting ready for the whole thing, so ya’ll go ahead and pop that keg – it’s Saturday.
See Ya’ll later.
Me, I’d better pop a match & get a fire going. The sun’s down, temperature’s dropping fast (as usual).
I’m actually involved in a funny conversation in Kos’s most recent Open Thread.
I went there to push Ductape’s Eat 4 Today article, What is Diabetic Neuropathy? (Warning – not for sensitive readers) and drifted into this other conversation.
It’s gone on for a little while.
Oh, we bow to your longevity oh low user number. LOL. That’s very funny.
Your user number certainly got their attention. Its like you are an ancient wise woman. And of course you’re wise, but not ancient, except in Kos time.
I hardly ever post anymore, but I’ve been trying to jump into the open threads since my blog opened. I really think our articles are important for everyone with an interest in health issues.
And if you can get in at the top of an open thread at the daily kos, they about a million people will read the comment. It got 10 people over there within seconds.
And if my userID really makes people notice my announcements, that’s even better.
Thanks for going over and participating!
Little Frog?
Oh wise mother frog, please guide me through the great pond of life.
(laughing) Well we’re all froggies aren’t we?
Weren’t you slick? “I thought you just moused over your userid with your cursor”…
I think I still owe Ducky an explanation of why epilepsy medication works for PN…
I swear, I couldn’t find it that last however many times I looked. And I was dying to brag to Susan about my UserID and couldn’t.
I’m guessing though that the way they are over there, they’ll remember me for a while.
It’s funny that I was there when it was so small.
I’m impressed with your number too, kb! I was over there pre-Scoop too (different name), but it took me a little while to register due to my ‘joiner’ allergy 😉
My natural gabbiness made me get over it. Since you couldn’t comment without joining. I’m not sure I’d bother if I was just finding it now. Unless you post in the first 25 or so, it’s useless.
I’m guessing I’d feel the same, really.
I remember being astounded by 60 comments on a Kos thread. It was phenomenal!
Just curious, has anyone here been invited onto Newsvine yet?
I heard with a few weeks to a couple of months it will be out of beta and open to the public. It sounds interesting. Newspapers should be very afraind.
jf
No, what is it?
It’s a sort of roll your own news service. I came across it on Amber MacArthur’s Inside the Net. You can read more about it here .
Thanks, My dad will flip over this! I’ve signed up for the beta, but I didn’t have a referral address, so I don’t know if they’ll accept it.
Help—I can’t log in to Just 4 Today, keep getting incorrect password.
I’ll reset it for you — I don’t know what’s wrong.
email alert!
Thanks, got it and I’m in. Just one of those weird computer glitches I chalk up to those playful computer gnomes.
Yeh, Now it’s affecting me. I can’t get in. And I can’t find Andi & & &
4 decades of walking the earth. How dat happen? 🙂
Thank you muchly! That cake looks delish. Once payday rolls around, I’ll be blowing out some candles for real!
Any big plans for the evening?
We’ll have a quiet eve tonite. I can’t actually celebrate properly until payday – so an actual 40th b-day party will have to wait a couple days.
Congratulations on 40 journeys ’round the sun, James! Happy Birthday.
thanks. 🙂
What everyone else said and just be glad you can’t hear me singing Happy Birthday to you..
I am the king of bad singing. 🙂
This sunset rates a 3 out of 10 compared to what we usually get around here, but I needed to play with camera settings, so here you are:
That’s a stunning image, Man E. You’re obviously a lucky one, if that’s a 3. Thanks for sharing it!
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