nimh wrote:Also, you know what's strange, if you notice it? So, you have your street by night right, noone there or almost; you have your street light hanging overhead, muffled, yellowbrown light, slightly swinging in the breeze or whatever. The snow falls diagonally. So while very leisurely falling towards the pavement, the snowflakes actually drop diagonally across underneath the lantern light. They make shadows like small dark spots on the white snow street. But get this: as they fall diagonally across underneath the light, slowly, their shadows, of course, are racing horizontally to keep up - and quite fast. So when you look down, you see these waves of dark specks like toy racing cars or a some mountain creek rushing downstream. Its a really funny effect! Especially if you walk down the road and just keep looking down, because of course the moment you walk from underneath one streetlight to underneath another, suddenly the direction the specks rush in changes, floop, they're all heading down the other way, lemmings with conflicting orders.
Sounds like we both indulged in the same hashish shipment, nimh. Was yours black with white opium swirls? Did you buy it from a one-eyed vendor by the name of Louis Vittron?
Hehhehheh ... I was well aware of how that was going to get across ... <giggle grin>
I guess I'd better not post today's WMYST item about those 23 birds then (I counted 'em) that were, I swear, huddled all up closely together on an ice floe of just 1 by 1 meter (there werent any bigger ones, it was thawing), and quite literally seemed to be taking a hitchhike on it down the (too?) cold-watered Danube ...
(whenever the tiny floe approached the bridge, the birds fluttered up in shifts - thats what settled the question of whether those were really small birds i was seeing - only to, after some seeking, find and settle down on a new, also too small, floe a little upstream - repeat)
the only thing that made me smile today
was my breakfast cereal
Well, that's something...
my dogs
the Olympics
snow
There is a small townhouse development across the parking lot from my house. My computer desk looks out over it. I have met several of the tenants but not yet the lady in #103. A pickup truck pulls in-Allied Concrete written on the side-and this pretty big guy goes to the door of 103. He rings the doorbell and hides the bouquet of roses behind his back. He waits. And he waits. He rings the bell again and waits some more, his shoulders starting to sag a bit. He waits and then knocks on the door.
Finally she opens the door and he presents the flowers. The body language of the two (I felt like a bit of a voyeur) seemed stiff. She did not invite him in. No telling whether this is a relationship in its infancy or one that has gone bad and is trying to be resuscitated. They chat for a few mintutes and then he leaves.
He seemed to have, it appeared to me, a certain jauntiness in his walk as he went back to his Allied Concrete truck.
Our boss took us out to dinner in a fancy restaurant to celebrate her staying on, but nobody'd realised what day it was exactly ... and the restaurant turned out to have set a special menu for the day. So there we were, the four of us, getting the full special Valentine Day's menu, including red roses for the ladies and four courses labelled with such nomers as "love bites", "spices and seductions" and "the last temptation"...
Now that is piquant, nimh.
I tried to get Pacco a local city dog license, which I heard from some friends could be obtained at a certain veterinarians' office. Turns out NO, because he has to have a rabies shot from them.
Huh. Well, he already has one, and I have the paperwork. Now I have to go somewhere across the city, to the city dog license place. I tried not to huff my way out the door, since I don't know if a dog has to have had a rabies shot in New Mexico to have it count (and what would be up with that, immunizing twice? that can't be good...).
So, while I didn't huff, I was crabby in an internal cloud way. Then I drove over to some sort of pet grooming parlour, to get his nails clipped. I cannot envision hanging on to him securely and clipping them myself. That place was closed.
Went back across the boulevard to another place, the store with the birds... and sure, they'd clip his nails, if I'd wait a minute.
I waited a minute, and while I was waiting some local teens asked my about what kind of dog is that???? dog chat followed. Then the groomer came out and brought Pacco in, did an especially nice job, even filed them, woo hoo, and then tied a valentine's scarf around his neck.
Ok, I smiled...
I got a Valentine email from a very nice guy. He said, "you're a lovely woman with a big heart."
What a perceptive guy he is!
I'm glad you got a card, Paula. I was going to send you one but forgot about it.
Paula??? You started your Valentine celebrating early.....didn't you, Gus?
Are you still denying that you are Paula?
I am not now, nor have I ever been Paula.
Who's Paula anyway, Gus? Someone you knew before Gertrude?
Paula was a regular here for quite some time. She had a fight with kickycan, if I remember correctly, and said some things she regretted. Shortly thereafter she disappeared.
And then... you appear. Same demeanor, same writing style, same humor.
Fess up, Paula.
Why did she fight with Kickycan? I'd never fight with my dear funny Valenkickytine.
I don't recall what the fight was about, but I think Paula was drinking heavily at the time and engaging her fingers on the keyboard while her brain lagged behind.
paulaj called me a crazy bastid once...
Poor kicky.
But I ain't no Paula! You......you low-down, no-account, skin-flinty, capabara chasing, swamp-dwelling, sidewiding, flop-eared varmit!
Ok.... I will believe you, but I miss Paula.
Maybe subconsciously I wanted you to take her place.
Gus, look at it this way. I'm probably waaay better than that Paula person.
Now for some important breaking news:
I just got another email from the Valentine Guy!!
