Bowling, of course

As you know if you've been following the bouncing ball for any length of time in this blog, this is one of my favourite flowers - well not this one exactly, but favourite type then.

How boring would it be in here if we actually went back and edited ourselves, placing proper sentences where they should be instead of just blathering. Why, even the title of the blog should contain the word blath....oh. Yeh. It does.

So, seriously now - or as serious as it gets anyway - just look at the centre of that flower. Is there a more perfect specimen of holy cow on the planet? I think not.

Tonight's festivities may be blog-worthy - we'll see. Apparently it is an important milestone birthday for one of the folks "up the road". They've hired a live band. I'm interested to know what that means here. Where we came from it would mean no sleep 'til Monday and even though they are a fair jaunt from our place (I'm in the boonies now, don't forget) there's "always a breeze"© here so I'm certain the sound will carry.

Stay tuned for true blather from no sleep or a short post relating how they got blown away and not in a good way, but literally, by Mother Nature.

Hey look where I live

Well I don't live in the clouds exactly - though sometimes my brain wanders there.

Yeh, I know what you're thinking. Stop it.


Today you get a lovely sunset. Two days ago you'd have seen a photo of two white-tails - you know, had I gotten off my butt and walked the dogs at night with the spousal unit.


I've just come back from town and I have to say: rush-hour is going to definitely be different here. I was stuck behind a tractor for half a mile.

And now to typical Canadian blather, the weather. We were keeping our fingers tightly crossed - (individually "we" were, that is - hard to do together) - the couple of days leading up to moving as the weather channel kept telling us we were going to be moving in a downpour ... er, down pour? Hmm, down-pour *shrug*


We are now into day 23 with no rain and that means that the grass isn't even greener over the septic tank. And if you don't get that sentence, geez you're younger than you look. Whoever you are out there, reading.

Was going to say pointless ... but it's neither here nor there

And so here I sit with absolutely nothing (shut up) on my mind; that could primarily be that it took a bit of effort to shake my cellphone to get this photo from it on to the hard drive of the computer to upload it to ... oh, you get the drift.
The preceding paragraph was meant to be in English but since it turned out the way it did, I can wait a second while you go back and take another shot at making sense of it.

Okay, ready? And .... five, six, seven, eight ....

Thinking back, kids, you can put one and one together and figure out how this useless photo rounds out yesterday's bordering-on-the-insane rantings of the owner of this place.

All said with the appropriate amount of respect and affection. Yes, sir, the measured and appropriate amount.

The funny thing is that if you stare at the sky portion long enough, you can ever so faintly hear "manamanah ....." and swear a little green guy is skipping over the hill.
To those paying attention, yes, that was a mixed reference and if it caused you a sense of unease - well, my job here is done. Life ain't fair you know and the sooner you learn that ... oh, sorry. Forgot where I was for a moment.


Okay. Seriously? Neither of us uses any substance that makes us go wobbly - well, nothing illegal anyhow and this blog is still what you get. Yet you keep coming back. Hmm, yet we keep coming back.

Well isn't life funny sometimes.


As to the labels on the post, well I just wanted to set some kind of record today. I guess the Olympics are getting to me. They're going on now, right?

A pleasantly uneventful day

I mean how busy a day could it be if I was laying back in my comfy chair in the yard and had a chance to pass the time while he moved, allowing me to take three angles of this same critter. Seriously.

And yes, if you rolled your mouse over the photo and saw the reference at the bottom ... I do believe sometimes you're the windshield (or screen), sometimes you're the bug.

It's a lovely evening here in the Big Smoke so I am going to go enjoy it. Outside. And no the computer cables don't reach that far.

See ya' .

Lazy Sunday brain

... and so this is all you get for today.

We've found a new place for the dogs to frolic and this new place has a pretty nifty river for the pups to swim but I was concerned that you, gentle readers, were feeling that your very steps were being dogged (yes, I kill me) ... so they were here; they're just not here.

If you get right into the photo, you can smell the damp spring earth around the river; hear the red-winged blackbird off to the left and hear the water rushing past the rocks.

Really. Ain't that what it's at least somewhat about.

Pointless photo

This is what we do with our day sometimes.

Why do I share this, you wonder.

Because you really, really don't want to hear how my week has gone.


So ... enjoy the happy pups. Become one with the happy pups. Beeeeeee the pups.