I've been up to a lot of things, though I haven't really been up to much. So here's some interesting events since mid September in photos. Yes, lots of dark espresso coffee has been enjoyed and in my new Mississippi mug, but it's not really part of the events that will be being discussed. I turned 38 back on the good ole day of 18. September. A birthday that I share with Greta Garbo, Fred Willard, Beth Grant, Dee Dee Ramone, Jada Pinkett Smith, as well as Nikolay Rukavishnikov, Valery Ryumin, & Valentina Ponomaryova (all three of them cosmonauts!) It is also the Death Day of Jimi Hendrix, as well as the not famous Death Day of my high school theatre teacher. It was a lovely birthday. I've never had a fella, so have never had flowers delivered to me, so my family did that for me this year just so I could have the experience. It was fun, I'm glad I've done it, but I'm also good with supermarket flowers and flowers from the yard/meadow. Did receive a lovely gift in the mail from a friend. <3 The Golden Girls. I've kept Dorothy. Blanche will go to The Sister since she did work for Rue McClanahan back in the mid-nineties. I would keep them all, but I never keep all of anything as I don't need all of a thing, plus I like to share, it's just in my nature. There was also Cat Yoga. The local yoga studio where The Sister Works partnered with the local animal shelter. All proceeds from the entrance fee went straight to the shelter. I was allowed to go for free, because I was taking photographs (for the studio as well as the shelter) and because I wanted to play with cats. They were all adorable, of course, but I really rather liked this Gingie. He's older and missing most of his tail and his a loner. The kind people don't usually adopt. If we didn't have ten cats (and only like two), I would have adopted him. He was really cool and sweet. So, I do what I always do. I wish them the very best of forever homes. Yes, this last one is me, taken by The Sister. This particular cat kept crawling up on me and sleeping for a little bit. And I always look goofy when I'm excited and cats are happiness. Helped dad build a road. They ripped out a section of cement on our side street and dad asked to keep it, his thoughts were for this very reason. A low spot on our land out in the middle of nowhere that's rutted and where the truck always gets stuck. We drove out there, ran over baby trees (which was kind of sad), hacked some other one's down with machete and hatchet (also kind of sad) just to get to this spot. The Mississippi sun was out to destroy us, beating down with a relentless vengeance. We had to place these chunks of cement like a puzzle and it was hard to think in the dizzying heat. We laid some track, drove forward, turned around, drove back and started laying more track. I took this photo during our break. Attended an astrophysics lecture at the local uni. It was interesting, but not what I thought. It was basically about what they measure and a measurement is off and they don't know if it's just a bad calculation or if it will rewrite astrophysics entirely. I thought it would be strange, but true things. Ya know like that stuff like space is really cold or tastes like raspberries and smells like rum (or is that smells like raspberries and tastes like rum?). Interesting things like that. It was not. Still worth going though. Used a bookstore birthday gift card and purchased some fantastic items. I like the film Harvey (that giant invisible Pooka Rabbit named Harvey starring Jimmie Stewart), and this is about a giant, invisible cat. Star Trek TOS Dr. McCoy bookmark to go with it? Yes, please. A galaxy night light? Of course! And finally we have a hole in the dirt. It's not just any hole though, there were a series of these holes in the front yard. Each on either side of the front walkway. A large Jefferson Starship kept erratically twitching about the hole before going inside.
You're confused. The Sister and I watch Supernatural, which you might have guessed if you've read several posts. In one epi there is a new hybrid monster. I believe it's a cross between a wraith and a shapeshifter? Anyways, Dean decides he's going to name it and he chooses the title of Jefferson Starship. I detest angry flying stinging insects. Bee's are cool. I'm talking about Hornets, which have the relatives of Yellow Jackets and Wasps. I generally just say "the things that start with H, W, or Y". Jefferson Starship is a whole lot easier and is amusing for us. Plus, I feel like if we say their real name, they know it and either just appear or want to attack. Jefferson Starship has no meaning for them. So, I don't know exactly if it was an H or W Jefferson Starship, but it was really large and it was one of those. It was super twitchy, super creepy, and these holes were right beside the front door. So, the story starts out that something bit or stung dad (Unrelated. It was a spider from the ivy he was ripping down), so he comes inside and wants me to check his back. This is followed by odd commands with absolutely no explanations. That makes me uneasy. I was just ordered to follow him outside and go and get the petrol can. I had every right to be uneasy. He pointed to the large and twitchy Jefferson Starship right at this hole and wanted me to pour the petrol on it to kill it. Gasp! But, dad's old and so I hitch up my big girl panties and try to handle this situation. So, it's a 5 gallon can, it's not heavy, but it's not light either. It's gone into its hole and now is the time. I go over there and start pouring petrol. Dad warns, "Watch out..." The Jefferson Starship had emerged from that hole. What happens next is a pure Christmas Miracle and also it's pretty funny. I'm still holding that petrol can. It's not closed up, there was no time. I jump backwards pretty quickly and like some cartoon character I'm tripping over my own feet. I'm trying to get away from it, I lose my footing. I run right into my dad (my 71 year old dad), bounce off his belly, trip over him, land on the ground hard and skid (dad's still standing there like a giant tree, so he's fine incase you were wondering). That's the funny part, because I mean who can say they have tripped over their elderly father (much less because they were escaping from a Jefferson Starship)! The Christmas Miracle is that I kept that petrol can (somehow) upright the entire time and didn't spill a drop of it. I didn't end up drenching myself, smacking my dad in the face with it, or throwing it ten feet. It was still in my hand when I recovered from the fall. Then it gets spooky. So the petrol didn't kill it. The next day I'm leaving and dad's watching me. I'm skirting around the area looking for signs of it. "They don't come back from that, ya know." he said. Ha! I say. The day after that (two days after the incident), we're working in the yard and damnit if that thing isn't still alive. Dad pours petrol on it this time and in all of the holes. Thing's still kicking. Dad pours more petrol. The Sister sprays it with a jet stream of water. It just decided to move home to somewhere else. It really was a Jefferson Starship as they were difficult to kill, though at least they could kill them on the show!
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