Guess what? My Sunday school teacher wants us to memorize a verse. We all suck at it. I have it memorized well enough that I can finish it if someone starts it. Sad, isn't it? What he doesn't know is that last month when we were studying some stuff in Matthew, I memorized one of the verses from that: Matthew 24:28 "Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather." I think that will come in handy at some point, don't you?
Evidently, prohibition has finally been repealed in Fake Cow County. The resolution passed by 36 votes yesterday. Next year we may consider whether or not to recognize Hawaii as the 50th state.
Really and truly, I love living here. Seriously. It's flat and dry and often ugly, but it is so fabulously weird. The people here are wonderful and deranged and outrageously uptight while being explosively unrepressed. If you've never spent any time here, you are really missing out. In a lot of cases, the wheel is still spinning, but the gerbil is dead. So many of the local gentry are true salt of the earth types, but once you get to know them, you realize how nutty we really are. And what makes us even more fun is that we have no idea that the rest of the world doesn't think exactly the same way we do.
Been a bit tired lately. Winter always cuts down a lot on what I get accomplished. I tend to follow the rhythms of the light. When it's dark outside, it's dark in my house and when it's dark, I sit and read or watch TV or go to bed. When it's light, I work and create and occasionally clean. If I have something really pressing that simply must get done on winter evenings, I have to turn on every light in the house as soon as I get home, so that it never gets dark until I'm finished.
Illumination, when it's artificial, generally makes me crazy. I hate, hate, hate overhead lighting. Despise it. Makes my skin crawl. I have no idea why. Lamps are the way to go. Even it if takes 15 of them to light up your project.
Last night I started to entertain the notion that Doofus Archie had finally met his untimely demise. I assumed he had succumbed to Death-By-Coyote. This morning I went outside to see if my backyard was still there. (It is, despite long neglect.) I heard yowling from the alley and looked up to see Archie threading his way through the gap in the fence. He wallered and yowled all the way across the yard and into the house. Seriously, from the look on his face, I think he'd been lost and forgotten where we live. What a doofus.
16 comments:
You call the dog doofus, I call my husband doofus. 'Bout the same aren't they?
Ok sorry, that was a little harsh.
I live in a quirky place too. I don't like the reasons that my town is quirky. Can we trade? Your town sounds more my style.
nice gerbil
that is all
*snickers* gerbil.
It is so funny how different we can be and still get along so well.
First of all, I'm glad to see you are still alive and kicking Rach.
Have you ever tried those Ott lights? They are supposed to be very close to real light. A lot of crafters used them. Hobby Lobby has them...just a thought.
I love the word doofus, and I have to confess, I have used the word on my husband several times (but I always mutter it under my breath, so I am not really being ugly, huh?)
As for memorizing Bible verses, when I try nowadays, my King James gets all mixed up with my NIV.
From someone who spent four years exiled to Fake Cow Country kind of nice it'll no longer be 40 miles from the nearest known sin. Does everyone still drive at 10mph around town?
I miss the peope and the school, but am glad to be away from the wind and crazy weather.
Oops almost forgot, I still really miss those Spudnuts.
dijea - just a tad harsh, hee hee!
Rachel - maybe we could switch identities and no one would know! Yeah! It could work.
Cheese - high praise indeed. Thank you!
Mindy - I think different must be a code word. It means freakin' looney!
Annie - I've seen those Ott lights and they are sort of fascinating. Wonder if they would give me a tan? I gotta agree - I'm sort of hardwired to memorizing in that King James English.
Patrick - Yep. Yer a native if ya know about the spudnuts! Same people are still running the place, although there are rumors of impending retirement...
Ah, yes, sounds like Namibia in the early 1970s.
Took a guy from Texas to Gobabis one weekend. We stopped in the dark and camped at the side of the road. When he woke up in the morning he looked around and said, "Hey, it looks just like Texas."
And talking of gerbils, my daughter came home from pre-primary school opne day and announced, "Freddy Duke's got a gurgle."
Yup, the gerbil's a winner!
" It's flat and dry and often ugly, but it is so fabulously weird. " .........much like the 80's were for me, and now third grade!
With any luck, the buzzards that gather will include Hank the Cowdog's friends, Wallace and Junior ..... Ochiltree County is just up the road from Fake Cow County, isn't it?
Nobody's mentioned that it was actually a DOUBLE gerbil... nice work, Rach!
Steve - That is precisely the reason I have no desire to visit the "Holy Land". If I'm gonna travel, it is going to be to someplace pretty. With actual trees. (Laffin about the "gurgle".)
PG - Haaa! The 80's. God, I miss shoulder pads...
Jeff - Yessirreebob, we're just a couple hour's drive from ol' Hank. Yep.
Dogblogger - Thanks!!! (I tried bold facing the letters, but it didn't really work. oh well.)
Two excellent gerbils.
I actually noticed the bold gerbil first. It looked as plain as the nose on my face on my Sage reader.
Have the vultures gathered around the gerbil's carcass?
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