"Remember, half the people you know are below average."
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I went to the
I go up there twice a month, so the drive is a familiar one. I am frequently bored by the scenery, since I have been driving the same road since I was student teaching in 1977. Hubby doesn’t usually go with me, since my mother doesn’t like him much, but my daughters are often in the car, either asleep or with their ears full of music. If I do happen to see something unusual, they are incommunicado, so it is a good thing I have this blog now. I can share the rare and unusual sights I might see. A while back I noticed a huge metal sculpture of (a)a huge insect (b)a triceratops (C)a dragon. It stands before an antiques and folk art place on the right as we go out of
Once, a humongous praying mantis hit my windshield, and green guts reminiscent of guacamole covered the windshield. Naturally, if something so wonderfully gross occurred, both girls were asleep. I had to turn on the windshield wipers to clear the glass, and they missed it. That was before I got a phone with a camera, unfortunately.
Anyway, this time I noticed a house about halfway up the road to Dawsonville with seven or eight dead crows hanging on branches all around a big tree in the front yard. How weird is that? There’s a certain amount of deliberate and macabre action involved here. First, a person would have to kill the crows. Then, he or she would have to tie strings on their little black corpses, and then contrive a way to tie them at regular intervals on the branches of the big tree. Why?
On the way back home today, I watched for the dead crow house, and made my daughters look at this unusual yard art. I did this so I would have confirmation, since there are people who would believe I made up the whole thing. A little too admiringly, Older Daughter said, “It’s like a cult thing or something!” It was weird enough so that even I, usually an intrepid photographer, was unwilling to stop and take a picture. What if they looked out the window?
Thank goodness for Google! I found some info on the internet about this hanging up of crow cadavers. Apparently, in “the southern
Never mind that I grew up in “the southern
Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving and that sometime this week, you see something that you never saw before!
"A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it." - --John Steinbeck
Sunday, November 16, 2008
This is a picture of my dog Rambler. He was the dog I had from ages 10 to 23, approximately. He was supposed to be my brother's dog, but Rambler and I knew better. He smelled bad because he would not let us give him a bath--as soon as we soaped him up, he would run off to the river. His was a true and solid love. I still miss him.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."
-- Mark Twain
Friday, November 14, 2008
Happy birthday, Charles, but long may the queen reign over us.
- THE DAILY MIRROR,
- a British newspaper, on Prince Charles' 60th birthday; for many Britons, the prince remains second to 82-year-old Queen Elizabeth II
Monday, November 10, 2008
“Today I had to draw my dream house in Enrichment. I’ll show it to you.”
“What is wrong with this dog? Every other dog I’ve ever seen would have gobbled that down. He smells of it and looks at it like he can’t imagine eating such a thing. He’s a picky dog.”
“Oh, no. It’s a wrestling night.”
“What is that dog chewing on now?”
“I notice that the dogs have their own wings in your dream house. The dogs and your purple desk in the window are the only things the dream house has in common with your real house. Well, and the fields around the house…”
“If you fail algebra and lose your HOPE scholarship, you might not have enough tuition money for next semester…”
“I’m going to move in with my friend. And her boyfriend. And maybe another friend…”
“Can I get a middle school class ring?”
“No wonder this dog gets sick all the time. He keeps eating pieces of plastic!”
“I made a 100, a 70, and a 90 on my three tests in Ag. It was soil judging.”
“Ew! You sneezed right in my plate! Thanks a lot!”
“Did that dog chew up my flip-flop?”
“Why does Ray Mysterio wear a mask all the time?”
“Good night, Daddy, I love you. Good night, Mama, I love you.”