ACORNS, WEATHER AND FAD FOOD.

The day before yesterday, I spent a solid two hours blowing acorns off my deck and sidewalks and driveways. Thousands of them. Radio personality, John Tesh, on Intelligence For Your Life, talked about the new fad food making the rounds- acorn meal. He mentioned starving squirrels. I wish he could direct them to my house.
After blowing the acorns I realized they were still there,  thickly clustered around the perimeter of   my driveways, decks and walking areas. Dang!  Dust pan after dust pan load  I dutifully removed and  tossed into tree barren areas. Aha! Problem fixed.
Yesterday we were warned of a huge storm coming in with lots of rain. Ferocious winds blew all day with no sign of rain. Acorns blew down with such force the acorns popped like firecrackers on the hard surfaces. The rains eventually came in a torrent dropping even more of the unwelcome crop of squirrel food. ( I only have two squirrels in my yard.)
I carefully opened the curtains this morning. There were puddles of acorns near the downspouts swirling there with equal numbers of  broken twigs,  dead leaves and in some areas huge dead branches fell in the yard. My decks look like they have acorn chicken pox.
But, on the bright side, it looks like an abstract painting. 

One of these days, soon I hope, I'm going to learn how to put a picture on this blog. My new computer is wonderful but non techies like myself are still on a learning curve. 

BUSY SEASONS GREETINGS.

It's been quite awhile since I've posted on this blog. Everyone has been busy preparing for Christmas; sending cards, mailing packages, singing and listening to Carols and most of all, attending every Christmas Party one can manage.  I love the holidays.
My peculiar condition means, I went to see the play SOME THINGS AFOOT on Friday at the Murphys Creek Theatre with youngest daughter and then set my sights on a "speakeasy", open Mike poetry and readings at The Gallery in Angels Camp. 

Doesn't work that way. I made the play on Friday, but was tooooo tired and exhausted to make it to Open Mike. That's how it goes. One symptom of the medicine I'm taking is profound fatigue.

Christmas kind of tippy-toes up on you and suddenly you realize you're not ready. OMIGOSH. My whole family, all six grandsons, all my kids,  their spouses, a few strays, a couple of brothers hungry for home cooking, an adopted family, a politician, a neighbor or two, a rock hard conservative, some one missing a dog and a bunch of noisy democrats. A recipe for wonders not experienced in a long time at this big shack.

Yesterday friends helped me haul out the decorations and put up lights. I opened ornaments boxes I hadn't seen in a long time. Brushed off the dust and WOW! It's a wonderful day.  Now I get to savor the wait; look forward to all the goodies that will come through the door and enjoy the weather. Predicted cold but clear and sunny through out the holiday. Can't ask for better than that.

On my home page this morning was a marvelous quote from Sophia Loren I'll pass on to you:

"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you tap this source you will truly have defeated age."

So, what ever you want to do, do it now. There are only so many tomorrows.

CAN YOU READ THIS?

Can you raed this? Olny 55 people out of 100 can.

I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg.  The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in what oerdr the ltteres in a word are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is that the frsit and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae.  The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it whotuit a pboerlm.  This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the word as a wlohe.  Azanmig huh?  Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!  If you can raed this forwrad it.

thnksnaivg is oevr and I've had athoner ifsnuoin. wahteer is bad. I'm Tarniing my bairn to get rid of my cncear. Hpoe it wroks.

Coia!

Mrya