Scary Noises in the Dark

There was one night a few years ago when my Mother heard a sound from the gully out behind our house. She couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't a pleasant sound. It wasn't quite a human sound. It was a frightened or pained animal sound. In my mother's concern (it was very very late in the night) she called the police and described the frightful sound the best she could: "A crow the size of a bear!" The police said something like "Ahhh...Yeah, yes of course Ma'am. We will get right on that." Of course by the time an officer went to investigate the mutated crow was nowhere to be heard, but returned not long after the officers left. A friend of my mother's, a hunter, had her call so he could listen to the bizarre noises of the night. She called, the mutated crow cawed, he listened, he laughed hysterically. His experienced ears picked out the sound right away and put it with its originator--a fox.

I still hear my foxes sometimes. (I call them my foxes only because I feel a one-sided friendship with them, I have watched the little ones play in the riverbed, glared at the dogs who chased down their scent during their morning walks, listened to their calls at night) Although the sound makes me gather my kitties inside so they don't get eaten, I feel for the cute little fox family too.

On the same note, I think there might have been bats flying around outside my house this evening. I only guess because I could hear bird-like screech/squeaking. Ah, perhaps it was only a few birds, but bats are so much more mysterious and interesting to be flying around outside one's window. Perhaps it was a newly evolved species of flying rat. Probably was carrying rabies AND the avian flu. I am sure it can also throw lightning bolts from its whiskers when it sneezes.

Or...maybe I happened to eat a little more than half a pizza and the excesses of yummy goodness are adversely affecting my reasoning capabilities. But at least my toes are green and the front lawn is happily mowed! The backyard is being saved for wonderful, sunny tomorrow! Ummm...and a happy Klezmer to you!

VERY rough draft

When life give you storm clouds

When life gives you rain

When life gives you puddles

Sing, dance, splash, and play!



When wind steals your umbrella

When the thorns tear your sleeve

When dark clouds surround you

Above the storm the sun shines still!



When all friends desert you

When strangers laugh and scorn

When loved ones deceive you

Serve, heal another's heart torn!

When wayward, lost, or fallen

When tears have hope o'ershadowed

When darkness swallows direction

Reach for the scarred Hands once torn and bruised.



When all sun is shining

When storm clouds have passed

When all souls befriend you

Remember the Feet which stood beside you!

When life gives you puddles

When life gives you thorns

When life throws you banana peels

Lift your head and dance with the Sun!

Car, car, SUV, motorcycle, airplane, truck, motorcycle, car...

This morning when I was driving to school I saw an airplane wing driving the other way. Yes. Airplane wing. Quite an oversized load! It looked like the semi was only going about 20mph with its extra long trailer that still made the wing look like it was wearing flip-flops 2 sizes too small. Toes and heels hanging over the edges. Alas, I didn't have my trusty little camera ready or I would have a lovely picture to post here for you all to enjoy.

That is all :)

Oh. I have made a couple discoveries. All growing up I quite disliked some foods. Pickles, tuna fish, rice pudding, mustard, water chestnuts, oreos and probably a few others. I was however quite fond of other stange things, among them was V8 tomato juice, catfood, and olives (straight from the can) (No, not together! Gross.). I find it incredibly interesting how tastes change over the years. I think that now my tastes have reversed, except in the case of pickles...still not very fond of most pickles. I discovered the other day that I now think rice pudding is delicious, and mustard really does make sandwiches better.

I found myself eating a pre-made deli sandwich and found the taste needing something. A kick, or at least a gentle push. Pepper? no, I didn't feel like I wanted the cough from inhaling pepper flakes that afternoon. Mayo? No, no. Wrong flavor. What do you put on sandwiches.....hmmm. ketchup? uh, no. Not with my turkey, thanks. Mustard? Why not? I got out the costco sized mustard and thankfully remembered to shake it up before I squeezed a little onto my bread...well, "a little" after the initial explosion and rather large glob squirted onto my poor sandwich. I worried that I had ruined it. I spread it around. Tasted it. Hey! Not bad! Hahaha! I thought I never would like mustard, it was disgusting after all.

Okay, that is all now :)

It is a gloriously beautiful day and I am going to go do some weeding while the sun is out (I am deficient in Vitamin D). I will soon write about New York adventures, an excellent Italian restaurant, and some other unbearably exciting things!

Smile and be happy! There is no better way to spend life's rainy days than by singing, dancing, and splashing through the puddles!