<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:36:16.308-06:00</updated><category term='Flights'/><category term='Lakshmi Sing'/><category term='Albino Hummingbird'/><category term='Wabaunsee Book Club'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='September'/><category term='Pirates'/><category term='Cycling'/><category term='Nitwits in DC'/><category term='Gardens'/><category term='http://www.webstersculpture.com/'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Ducks'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='History'/><category term='Hummingbirds'/><category term='Solstice'/><category term='Great White Pumpkin'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Prairie'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Air Cam'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Flying'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='That Spouse o&apos; Mine'/><category term='Quilts'/><category term='Deer'/><category term='Gardens. Wabaunsee Book Club'/><category term='Cello'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Coupons'/><category term='Brothers'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Peaches'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Figs'/><category term='Hog Roast'/><category term='Wind'/><category term='Eureka Weather Station'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Americana'/><category term='Maritime'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>T Webster Armstrong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>611</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4365747542079966881</id><published>2012-01-30T19:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:36:16.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Question:</title><summary type='text'>My niece posed this query to meover the weekend:So which is better:a neighborhood or country living?My niece and her husband have a 2-year old, and another baby due this summer.  After she wrote this to me, I tripped down memory lane in an attempt to give her sage maternal advice.I gots nothing.We lived in neighborhoods when our kids were young, and while there, we rented pasture land for our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4365747542079966881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4365747542079966881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4365747542079966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4365747542079966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-question.html' title='Here&apos;s a Question:'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3632807928322111268</id><published>2012-01-28T19:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:52:40.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, January</title><summary type='text'>Well.   What has happened to winter?     Will it come later?    Will it come at all?Normally this time of year I am enjoying cold, quiet evenings with soups and stews, and snowy days, if we are lucky, complete with cross-country skis and acres of trails, with fluffy dogs playing alongside.    Our winters involve jigsaw puzzles and popcorn.This January I found myself a bit disappointed with our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3632807928322111268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3632807928322111268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3632807928322111268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3632807928322111268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-january.html' title='Goodbye, January'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceH3kYI3M50/TySbtsF_r0I/AAAAAAAACYM/oQBo_c6GszQ/s72-c/gardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4623150637459749784</id><published>2012-01-27T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:30:30.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhoods</title><summary type='text'>The prologue is this: I did my undergrad at Oklahoma State University in Stillwater, Oklahoma.  As did my parents, and my Grandma Ruth and quite a few of her 13 siblings, before my parents.  There was a household of Aussie students living just down the road from me one summer, and that's where I met him: that Spouse o' Mine.  But this entry is not about him, or us (that comes next week on our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4623150637459749784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4623150637459749784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4623150637459749784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4623150637459749784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/neighborhoods.html' title='Neighborhoods'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6932466311602792498</id><published>2012-01-26T19:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:32:41.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawgs!!</title><summary type='text'>We have two dogs: Biserka and Beau.  A Bouvier (Google it) and a Bloodhound.We have a large yard, and we keep Beau in a large fenced part of our yard, called the Dog Yard, for a good amount of the day.  Beau likes to chase things -moving things, smelly things, things going down the road at 50 mph, any things.  He is a scent hound who loves to run, run, RUN!  We let Beau out into the big yard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6932466311602792498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6932466311602792498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6932466311602792498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6932466311602792498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/dawgs.html' title='Dawgs!!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EY6lCrGusfg/TyH-N0vWNsI/AAAAAAAACX4/WW_tnIwEN0A/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7415609208997220443</id><published>2012-01-24T17:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:12:57.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tactile Information</title><summary type='text'>I have a "mini" Rolodex, which I began using some ten years ago.  Nowdays most people consult their Smart- or i- or whatever-phone.  And most people have folders in their computers holding all sorts of pertinent information. I, too, have a myriad of tunnels in my computer.  I should just title them all under one file:  Rabbit Hole.But this Rolodex?  It's a thing of beauty.  It holds all sorts of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7415609208997220443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7415609208997220443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7415609208997220443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7415609208997220443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/tactile-information.html' title='Tactile Information'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8076045306429811722</id><published>2012-01-20T18:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:17:06.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><summary type='text'>I was writing an email to some of our kids, and in it I said something about being a broken record.  And as I proofread my email (because that's what you do, even with spell-check and all), I thought to myself, "These kids have no idea what a 'broken record' even is."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8076045306429811722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8076045306429811722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8076045306429811722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8076045306429811722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kRLQDVxUTc/TxoR4AhxvdI/AAAAAAAACXs/UtF--tbqlT0/s72-c/broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3467541852689295997</id><published>2012-01-19T17:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:27:58.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wear</title><summary type='text'>Brrr - it was cold today!  This evening before sundown I went out to feed animals.  The UPS truck pulled up in our drive, and so Biserka and I went to the gate to meet him.  Biserka always sounds ferocious and behaves much like her name when she hears the UPS and Fed Ex trucks heading down our road.  True to form, she ran and barked and growled, and then stopped as soon as the UPS man threw her a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3467541852689295997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3467541852689295997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3467541852689295997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3467541852689295997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-wear.html' title='Winter Wear'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3841496235169245447</id><published>2012-01-18T13:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:31:43.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Swirls</title><summary type='text'>Outside this morning I observed hundreds and hundreds of geese flying from the river two miles north of us, right over our property, and circling, circling, looking like they were hunting for a landing strip that would fit all of them.   They first circled our little pasture: no good, apparently, and the vortex of wings and honking whirled further east to another field, and then another.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3841496235169245447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3841496235169245447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3841496235169245447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3841496235169245447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/goose-swirls.html' title='Goose Swirls'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4592759615909289734</id><published>2012-01-15T18:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:07:13.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7.5</title><summary type='text'>I am trying to keep up with my 7.5's:7.5 miles of walk, or walk/run, and best of all, my run/walks (not clear up to a complete 7.5-mile run, but hope springs eternal.)  The former dictates which I did more of, walk or run, and the latter, the lesser movement.I began this activity in September, or August, after watching the College Boy Graham head out one day on one of his runs in the triple-digit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4592759615909289734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4592759615909289734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4592759615909289734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4592759615909289734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/75.html' title='7.5'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3469329540765395369</id><published>2012-01-13T19:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:19:45.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January Twilight</title><summary type='text'>"The shortest day has passed,and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and   February,at least we notice that the days are getting longer.Minute by minute   they lengthen out.It takes some weeks before   we become aware of the change.It is imperceptible, even as the growth   of a child,as you watch it day by day,until the moment comes when,with a start of delighted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3469329540765395369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3469329540765395369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3469329540765395369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3469329540765395369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-twilight.html' title='January Twilight'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3185614790670464034</id><published>2012-01-12T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:25:18.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Positive</title><summary type='text'>I have to counter yesterday's negative list with something positive.  So here it is:Things that I appreciate tonight:I had lunch with a good, fun, friend today!The sun was shining.  The wind was not blowing too, too hard.I am finishing a quilt tonight.My oldest brother's birthday is tomorrow.  Yay that I have three older brothers and an older brother-in-law who dovetails in there with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3185614790670464034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3185614790670464034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3185614790670464034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3185614790670464034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/power-of-positive.html' title='The Power of Positive'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2554982418604764216</id><published>2012-01-11T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:08:07.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Don't Like Tonight</title><summary type='text'>What electrical engineer came up with the stupid "ground" that only allows me to plug into an outlet one way?!At 5'2", I can barely reach the plastic bags hung in the produce aisle of Wal Mart (which I boycott from T'giving to New years, by the way).  How do handicapped people reach those STUPID bags, anyway?!Down the road from us the KDot people (Dept. of Transportation) are making our road "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2554982418604764216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2554982418604764216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2554982418604764216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2554982418604764216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-dont-like-tonight.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Like Tonight'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5356685733093704423</id><published>2012-01-09T19:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:14:04.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5356685733093704423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5356685733093704423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5356685733093704423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5356685733093704423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer:'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2590446533204756976</id><published>2012-01-07T19:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:06:06.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff!</title><summary type='text'>One of our kids is getting married!  This is fun stuff!Our second child, College Grad Claire, is engaged and getting married sometime this summer!That Spouse o' Mine and I met her Betrothed years before they actually got together.  Funny (kind of horrible, too) story:  That Spouse o' Mine and I were corner-marshalling during a collegiate cycling crit race.  The collegiate racers flew through our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2590446533204756976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2590446533204756976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2590446533204756976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2590446533204756976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun Stuff!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oiGbNJlG5A/Twj8WPL7nSI/AAAAAAAACW4/JPMkLLdVsxY/s72-c/clairerich2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6231471348224972264</id><published>2012-01-05T20:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:12:17.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelfth Day of Our Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Our Twelfth Day of Christmas dinner holds shrimp and salmon, and a 7.5 mile walk, and so much in the way of "wedding planning" to boot.I already miss our College Boy Graham (who left Monday).That the daughters are both leaving tomorrow?   I don't want to think.Here's to my holidays!Thank you, all of you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6231471348224972264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6231471348224972264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6231471348224972264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6231471348224972264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelfth-day-of-our-christamas.html' title='The Twelfth Day of Our Christmas'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4561272375532938023</id><published>2012-01-04T19:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:46:01.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11th Day of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>"On the eleventh day of Christmas,             my true love sent to me             Eleven pipers piping,             Ten lords a-leaping,             Nine ladies dancing,             Eight maids a-milking,             Seven swans a-swimming,             Six geese a-laying,             Five golden rings,             Four calling birds,             Three French hens,             Two turtle doves,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4561272375532938023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4561272375532938023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4561272375532938023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4561272375532938023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/11th-day-of-christmas.html' title='11th Day of Christmas'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7409794265536416388</id><published>2011-12-31T18:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:09:52.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Day of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>What a fun day!Christmas Day (again?) for the Armstrongs.I got many nice, NICE presents.The one that absolutely tickled me PINK is:The Rime of the Ancient Mariner -read by Gill, Claire &amp; GrahamHow special is that, I ask?I love the tale by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, always have.  I often tried to sneak some recording or other of the Rime into my kids' heads.  They usually balked, often quite vocally</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7409794265536416388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7409794265536416388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7409794265536416388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7409794265536416388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/7th-day-of-christmas.html' title='7th Day of Christmas'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9d-liOVQM8c/Tv-vGnuqH_I/AAAAAAAACWg/AZNzXogYf7s/s72-c/New%2BYears%2B2011%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-313776172876852416</id><published>2011-12-30T23:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:23:35.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Day of Christmas: A Bedtime Story?</title><summary type='text'>That Spouse o' Mine and I are enjoying having all three of our adult kids home this week!Tonight we went to eat Japanese.  Muy bien!  On the drive home, college grad Claire started describing a bike ride she had taken, during which she saw a squirrel get hit by a car.  I remarked that it was a sad story and that we should get on a happy track.  Then that Spouse o' Mine started telling a story.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/313776172876852416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=313776172876852416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/313776172876852416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/313776172876852416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/6th-day-of-christmas-bedtime-story.html' title='6th Day of Christmas: A Bedtime Story?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7254231784412479318</id><published>2011-12-29T18:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:29:37.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Every Bird a Nest</title><summary type='text'>For every Bird a NestWherefore in timid questSome little Wren goes seeking roundWherefore when boughs are freeHouseholds in every treePilgrim be found?Perhaps a home too highAh Aristocracy!The little Wren desiresPerhaps of twig so fineOf twine e'en superfineHer pride aspiresThe Lark is not ashamedTo build upon the groundHer modest houseYet who of all the throngDancing around the sunDoes so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7254231784412479318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7254231784412479318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7254231784412479318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7254231784412479318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='For Every Bird a Nest'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjmpmROw9ig/Tv0FW2LrnCI/AAAAAAAACWI/zzoa1p06rZg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8693371014381363658</id><published>2011-12-28T18:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:58:51.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Third Day of Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>We Armstrongs celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas.  We set our tree up later than others, we celebrate a long time, and we take our tree and our Christmas decorations down after Twelfth Night: January 6th.So, in effect, our family celebration just keeps on going and going, from Big Family Christmas in Oklahoma (the weekend before December 25th) through January 6th.  Sounds over the top, but if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8693371014381363658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8693371014381363658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8693371014381363658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8693371014381363658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-third-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the Third Day of Christmas...'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFLu_duaORI/Tvu7Ayr5sLI/AAAAAAAACV8/eZ9wiLW22Lg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1817477079014018873</id><published>2011-12-27T20:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:58:48.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Temperature?</title><summary type='text'>We started acquiring ducks several years ago, when we moved to our rural clime and discovered that grasshoppers and junebugs abounded in the yard.  We got ducks...I guess because I had always heard that Okie phrase, "...like ducks on a junebug!"And so there: we got us some.The ducks are pretty good in the pest control business.  Sometimes they eat our greenery, and we aren't overly fond of that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1817477079014018873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1817477079014018873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1817477079014018873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1817477079014018873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-temperature.html' title='What&apos;s the Temperature?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOUYUs0l4kg/TvqD3IjUzsI/AAAAAAAACVw/apSk3vf6GQ0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3078376015084515398</id><published>2011-12-25T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:30:27.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><summary type='text'>Well, Merry Christmas!I am sitting here writing as that Spouse o' Mine talks to his parents, who live near Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia.The College Boy Graham is in the dining room, working on a model ship.  He received this ship 2-3 years ago (from Santa, of course), and every time he comes home he works on it a bit.  By the time he is forty with kids of his own, it should be near completion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3078376015084515398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3078376015084515398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3078376015084515398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3078376015084515398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6823869923136193538</id><published>2011-12-24T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:20:42.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve</title><summary type='text'>It's Christmas Eve!  And very nearly Christmas Morn for us in the Central Standard Time Zone.  My Aussie inlaws began celebrating their holiday morning a few hours ago.  Oops - we usually call them, but this evening it escaped us.  Will do tomorrow, in our Christmas morning and their Christmas night.  Besides, they're probably at the beach now, anyway.We went to Christmas service this evening, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6823869923136193538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6823869923136193538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6823869923136193538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6823869923136193538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/eve.html' title='The Eve'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7963214668339280288</id><published>2011-12-23T18:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:20:28.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Weekending</title><summary type='text'>What a pretty day!  Sunny and windless.  Forget that it was 14º when I arose this morning - it was a pretty day, two days before Christmas.Last weekend we drove to Pryor Creek, Oklahoma forBig Family Christmas.  At least, that's what I call it.  We are a big family:I was describing the Big Family Christmas to a friend today.  Having always ever known a big family, I suppose I thought this was how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7963214668339280288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7963214668339280288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7963214668339280288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7963214668339280288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-weekending.html' title='Merry Weekending'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HaklrhZYbpU/TvUb1ajW-fI/AAAAAAAACVY/2ByENl7OaVs/s72-c/2011Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7002077783703539612</id><published>2011-12-20T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:27:21.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday the only thing on the news besides the death of Kim Jong Il was an anticipated blizzard.  I am not sure how the news people and the weather people can keep going on and on and on about snow and ice; snow and ice happen every year, it's not a freak lava flow barreling down on us.And the snow arrived yesterday in the form of pouring rain.  All day long.  Lots of wind, too.  I was out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7002077783703539612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7002077783703539612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7002077783703539612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7002077783703539612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/blizzard.html' title='Blizzard?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1alAY246gGo/TvDFAl3v9MI/AAAAAAAACVM/h6qDCK7WBfU/s72-c/ski.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2220903995800845589</id><published>2011-12-18T19:14:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:59:54.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Before Christmas: A Poem</title><summary type='text'>'tis the week before Christmas and all through the yard,  All the flora and fauna are working unseasonably hard.  The ducks think it apropos a baker's dozen to lay,  The wallflower is blooming as if it were May.  The kitties are outdoors and playful to boot;  The eldest, Miss Puzzle, is terribly cute!  The weathermen are warning: Get snug in your homes!  Bundle Up!  Wear hats! Dress like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2220903995800845589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2220903995800845589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2220903995800845589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2220903995800845589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/week-before-christmas-poem.html' title='The Week Before Christmas: A Poem'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCWx_2174lc/Tu6QfOKSoLI/AAAAAAAACSA/OV4UXcySjDo/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8140393714487240524</id><published>2011-12-14T18:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:55:56.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return Trip</title><summary type='text'>This morning I awoke to a feeling I have not experienced since my flight attendant years, ages ago.  I must have opened one eye, saw a light, and then shut my eye again. Where was I?Back when I was flying to Europe every week, I taught myself not to move in my bed in the morning until I had discerned exactly where I was: London?  Lisbon?  Athens?  I guess I should preface this by explaining just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8140393714487240524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8140393714487240524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8140393714487240524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8140393714487240524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/return-trip.html' title='Return Trip'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4580236258472356589</id><published>2011-12-13T18:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:08:39.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilts!  Kentucky!</title><summary type='text'>This morning I left the Appalachians and headed west-southwest (a small meander) towards home.  But my plan was to enjoy Kentucky throughout the day.  What a pretty state!Our equestrian kids and I made a few treks years ago to the USPC (Pony Club) Nationals in Lexington.  Horses, camping, dewy fog, and humidity are top slots in my memory of those trips.  Well worth the time and effort, in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4580236258472356589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4580236258472356589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4580236258472356589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4580236258472356589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/quilts-kentucky.html' title='Quilts!  Kentucky!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQRbfO2vfo/Tuf2l1to7lI/AAAAAAAACRM/7RHqt-W2tck/s72-c/horse_country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4234841084829571264</id><published>2011-12-12T18:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:32:37.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Style</title><summary type='text'>We Armstrongs tend not to plan too far in advance for our travel fun.  In fact, it makes me queasy to make big arrangements for far, far into the future.  It is so much simpler to grab a bag and GO!  It is more difficult to do this with kids and their schedules, and animals of all species to deal with, but here we are, that Spouse o' Mine and I, with a nest empty of chilluns, and a barn empty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4234841084829571264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4234841084829571264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4234841084829571264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4234841084829571264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/southern-style.html' title='Southern Style'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr9sQ3BPsfw/Tuaw6kw-aPI/AAAAAAAACQc/RrA8e4frauo/s72-c/fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-507350094653008551</id><published>2011-11-29T18:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:57:45.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good End to the Day</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I was on my drive back home from cello when, suddenly, there was a low-flying movement coming across the road.A BALD EAGLE!!LOW!!JUST IN FRONT OF MY CAR!!(I braked, of course.)I immediately pulled over (after checking my rear view, of course.)And I watched him glide across the road in front of my car, and into the field just next to my car.  At first I thought he was injured, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/507350094653008551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=507350094653008551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/507350094653008551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/507350094653008551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-end-to-day.html' title='A Good End to the Day'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2494743218279315451</id><published>2011-11-28T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:46:45.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Holidays!</title><summary type='text'>            "...And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.                Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!          “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.      Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!”                (Dr. Suess, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, New York: Random House, 1957.)     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2494743218279315451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2494743218279315451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2494743218279315451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2494743218279315451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/holidays-i-love-em.html' title='Love the Holidays!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7808098483905581311</id><published>2011-11-27T19:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:45:43.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Repast and Reflection</title><summary type='text'>So we three (That Spouse o' Mine, Grad student Gillian, and I) spent Thanksgiving in delightfully cold and wonderful Colorado, along with my brother, SIL, and niece Melinda.  Fun people all around.  We really felt the absence of one College Boy Graham out west (he will be home in two weeks, after finals), and College Grad Claire, who is at the mercy of holiday retail scheduling, (and she will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7808098483905581311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7808098483905581311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7808098483905581311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7808098483905581311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/repast-and-reflection.html' title='Repast and Reflection'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4484367086917289819</id><published>2011-11-23T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:00:16.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeys...by Mary Mackey</title><summary type='text'>TurkeysOne Novembera week before Thanksgivingthe Ohio river frozeand my great unclesput on their coatsand drove the turkeysacross the iceto Rosiclarewhere they sold themfor enough to buymy grandmothera Christmas dollwith blue china eyes I like to thinkof the sound oftwo hundred turkey feetrunning across to Illinoison their wayto the platterthe scrape of their nailsand my great unclesin their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4484367086917289819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4484367086917289819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4484367086917289819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4484367086917289819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkeysby-mary-mackey.html' title='Turkeys...by Mary Mackey'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8308013698501912145</id><published>2011-11-22T19:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:29:46.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week: T'giving</title><summary type='text'>I spent a goodly amount of time yesterday and today getting the logistics right for our T'giving trip to Colorado.  Case in point:Car? checkFood? checkSkis and ski poles? checkDid I forget the snowshoes? checkAnimals?  Hmmmm......We have house sitters who are knowledgeable and able and relaxed enough that they won't call us unless there is a REAL, REALLY-REAL emergency.   Keep our animals alive, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8308013698501912145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8308013698501912145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8308013698501912145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8308013698501912145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-tgiving.html' title='The Week: T&apos;giving'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7020259331785518179</id><published>2011-11-21T17:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:21:13.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Net</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I wrote about riding my bike, and how, when I opted to take a different route home, that Spouse o' Mine simply said, "If you're longer than 20 minutes, I will assume you have had a flat."Today I decided to do a long run.  I follow safety rules.  I never run the same route regularly.  I always let someone know where I am going,  how long I will be. I always call that person and let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7020259331785518179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7020259331785518179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7020259331785518179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7020259331785518179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/safety-net.html' title='Safety Net'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5258298856086216844</id><published>2011-11-20T17:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:35:59.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk with Beau</title><summary type='text'>Bay!  Bay!!!!  Bayyyy!!!!!!   BAYYYYYY!Run Run Run RUN RUN RRUUNN!!!CircleRoundCircleRoundCircleRoundRunRunRunRunSTOP.  Sniff the air.  Nose up higher.NOSE TO THE GROUND AND RUNRUNRUNRUN.Dead possum! Dead possum! Dead possum! Dead possum!Bayyy!!  Sniff and run sniff and run sniff and run CircleCircleCircleCircle...Bark at squirrel nest.  Bay!  Bayyy!!!Sniff the ground Sniff the ground </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5258298856086216844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5258298856086216844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5258298856086216844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5258298856086216844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-with-beau.html' title='A Walk with Beau'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf4INlLM9Bs/TsmOOlHJjrI/AAAAAAAACQE/EECulOMi2xk/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7985328714617676583</id><published>2011-11-19T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:09:03.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Act</title><summary type='text'>I've never been good at math, and have never enjoyed it, but math is what occupied my mind this morning during the Pancake Ride.Here it is, mid-November, and this morning felt more  spring- or summer-like in sunny temperature than a winter-beckoning November day.  That Spouse o' Mine and I even opted to wear cycling shorts rather than long pants and jackets.  There was a southerly wind, and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7985328714617676583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7985328714617676583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7985328714617676583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7985328714617676583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/balancing-act.html' title='Balancing Act'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2795484011855236344</id><published>2011-11-18T19:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:24:47.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perennial Music</title><summary type='text'>Many years ago, I chanced to meet a really great guy.  He was sitting in his living room, strumming a guitar.  He was blonde, and he wore a white cotton shirt and jeans.  That sight is as vivid today as it was 31 years ago.About the guitar: we started seeing each other.  He introduced me to guitar music.  Notably, a guitarist whose name was not the least bit familiar to me; I was ignorant of rock</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2795484011855236344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2795484011855236344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2795484011855236344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2795484011855236344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/many-years-ago-i-chanced-to-meet-guy.html' title='Perennial Music'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2642219516503779006</id><published>2011-11-15T17:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:58:30.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Games:Goodbye, Rutsville</title><summary type='text'>"Please don't ask me what the score is, I'm not even sure what the GAME is."~Ashleigh BrilliantOoh.  This hits close to home.  MY home.I have never been a huge game fan. Competition? Absolutely.Games?Hmmm, maybe not so much.   As a kid I was not much of a game player.  I was more of the onlooker.  Onlooking allowed me time to daydream and pretend play in-between moves.   I could critically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2642219516503779006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2642219516503779006' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2642219516503779006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2642219516503779006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/please-dont-ask-me-what-score-is-im-not.html' title='Games:Goodbye, Rutsville'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-811616937098212872</id><published>2011-11-12T07:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:43:39.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Ride</title><summary type='text'>This morning is the Pancake Ride, a regular Saturday morning ritual for  the cyclists in this area.  They start from one town, ride like cheetahs  on wheels past our little village, and on to the next little town for  pancakes.  And then, back home again.  Sometimes I join them, and  sometimes, I do not.This morning is a "join 'em" morning.Past jaunts:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/811616937098212872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=811616937098212872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/811616937098212872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/811616937098212872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/pancake-ride.html' title='Pancake Ride'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHCiBJvd2jw/Tr53v_w06pI/AAAAAAAACOs/cGxrdAw7LMA/s72-c/pan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6734669885080715701</id><published>2011-11-08T18:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:05:01.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Wardrobe</title><summary type='text'>Rainy and windy.  Windy and rainy.  And I am not complaining!I did, however, plan to run this morning - something I have taken up again now that the outdoor temperature has dipped down to liveable degrees.   At 9:30 am, I got out of my jammers (because when you work out of your home, you are allowed to work at your desk in your jammers till... whenever!),  and I put on my running pants, t-shirt, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6734669885080715701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6734669885080715701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6734669885080715701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6734669885080715701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainy-day-wardrobe.html' title='Rainy Day Wardrobe'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4687270997355314146</id><published>2011-11-06T17:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:50:04.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New, Week #5</title><summary type='text'>I am halfway through my 12 Weeks of New and out of Rutsville. What new thing did I learn or do this past week?Grad Student Gillian and I went to an art gallery in Kansas City to see this artist's work.(In that we know the sculptor pretty well,that did not fall into the 12 Weeks of New category.)But the gallery was really nice and had some terrific paintings and sculpture in it.After our cultural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4687270997355314146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4687270997355314146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4687270997355314146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4687270997355314146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-new-week-5.html' title='Something New, Week #5'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8022354300975404494</id><published>2011-11-04T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:44:25.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week...</title><summary type='text'>I anticipate that this entry is going to be ramblings.  For some reason, my week did not follow a schedule, a plan, or even a path.  My week just meandered.Sunday, I sat in a meeting alongside a lady who proceeded to sneeze a kabillion times.  Right beside me.  She would sneeze, maybe eight times in a row, and let me tell you, these were not ladylike "choosies", these were major "clear the sinus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8022354300975404494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8022354300975404494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8022354300975404494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8022354300975404494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-week.html' title='My Week...'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1113074314023857256</id><published>2011-11-02T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:19:16.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1113074314023857256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1113074314023857256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1113074314023857256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1113074314023857256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/wordless-wednesday_02.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrD64PWsB9k/TrHB3IF3_jI/AAAAAAAACNw/Wk86tIUmykk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6126831834560482109</id><published>2011-11-01T18:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:06:20.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things At Which I am Good</title><summary type='text'>Knowing that I should NEVER end a phrase with a preposition.Baking chocolate chip cookies.Foreign languages.Waking up early.Getting lost.Making morning "index card" lists.Parties and potlucks."Relaxed" gardening.  (Lax gardening?)Laughing.Memorizing music.Traveling.Changing the subject from politics to anything else.Cooking.Talking to complete strangers.Serving tea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6126831834560482109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6126831834560482109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6126831834560482109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6126831834560482109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-am-good-at.html' title='Things At Which I am Good'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4994601301157910846</id><published>2011-10-31T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:32:37.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New: Week #4</title><summary type='text'>Last week was Week # 4 of my Something New- ness.  What did I pick?  A couple of weeks ago I mentioned having seen the new Movie The Big Year.  I really liked it.  It's about birding.  Birdwatching.  Ornithological capers.I  think know I have always watched birds.  In the air, on the ground, on the water, wherever.  But I have never taken the time to write down a list of "seen" birds.  So, here's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4994601301157910846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4994601301157910846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4994601301157910846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4994601301157910846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-new-week-4.html' title='Something New: Week #4'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiR63EdVbME/Tq8vxTnMUSI/AAAAAAAACNY/0gQI6W3EEKU/s72-c/IMG_4160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8184819362800724499</id><published>2011-10-28T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:25:42.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><summary type='text'>A Dream of Autumnby James Whitcomb RileyMellow hazes, lowly trailingOver wood and meadow, veilingSomber skies, with wildfowl sailingSailor-like to foreign lands;And the north-wind overleapingSummer's brink, and floodlike sweepingWrecks of roses where the weepingWillows wring their helpless hands.Flared, like Titan torches flingingFlakes of flame and embers, springingFrom the vale the trees stand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8184819362800724499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8184819362800724499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8184819362800724499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8184819362800724499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-850138738025471658</id><published>2011-10-27T18:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:01:04.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great White Pumpkin</title><summary type='text'>Back in May, my family began its most recent competition:The Great White Pumpkin Contest. I sent out an email this morning to the competitors,and here are a few replies I have received so far:We have a slight problem...There is technically enough time to  grow one batch, extract new seeds, and grow a second batch. Granted,  they would be small... but we're after quantity right? Since these  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/850138738025471658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=850138738025471658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/850138738025471658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/850138738025471658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-white-pumpkin.html' title='The Great White Pumpkin'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4186642425774789864</id><published>2011-10-26T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:24:05.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4186642425774789864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4186642425774789864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4186642425774789864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4186642425774789864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0-niyFD9nw/TqiWjbL7iJI/AAAAAAAACJ4/rnyuDGLMXC0/s72-c/pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8142204807387652860</id><published>2011-10-24T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:46:40.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Have Been:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8142204807387652860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8142204807387652860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8142204807387652860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8142204807387652860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/places-i-have-been.html' title='Places I Have Been:'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2829897204669562402</id><published>2011-10-23T18:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:43:43.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning, I set out on my run about an hour and a half after sunrise.  The temperature was cold,  and I felt good!  I ran down the first road, turned east and ran further, first up a hill, then down into a shady draw, surrounded by trees.  Suddenly a coyote ran out into the road, in  front of me.  It startled me.  I startled it.  I like to think I was scarier.  Just to make sure, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2829897204669562402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2829897204669562402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2829897204669562402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2829897204669562402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/wild.html' title='Wild!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5135682688735239624</id><published>2011-10-22T17:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:46:38.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Weeks of New: Week #3</title><summary type='text'>Three weeks ago I wrote a post called 12 Weeks of New.  I have completed my third week of learning or trying something new.  In addition to running in new places (and you know what?  Those 7.5 miles this morning weren't as difficult as they were last week, and especially five weeks ago.  I am making progress...), and learning to cook a few Vietnamese dishes (just last night that Spouse o' Mine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5135682688735239624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5135682688735239624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5135682688735239624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5135682688735239624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-weeks-of-new-week-3.html' title='12 Weeks of New: Week #3'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zD3-t8EgMRI/TqNCorNlGJI/AAAAAAAACJo/tBztrRZKHGM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5839982626657535860</id><published>2011-10-21T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:54:37.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raven</title><summary type='text'>I was reading this to my parents yesterday. It's a LONG poem.But good, nevertheless.The Ravenby Edgar Allen Poe  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5839982626657535860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5839982626657535860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5839982626657535860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5839982626657535860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/raven.html' title='The Raven'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2842793431594718288</id><published>2011-10-18T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:54:57.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist:</title><summary type='text'>Gardenias: check!Bougainvillea: check!Jasmine: check!Papyrus: check!Oleander: check!Passion flower: check!Begonias: check!Poinsettias: check!Banana trees: check!Pond fish: check!OK, frost warning: I am ready.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2842793431594718288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2842793431594718288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2842793431594718288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2842793431594718288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/checklist.html' title='Checklist:'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4456381396719063923</id><published>2011-10-16T17:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:43:42.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Year</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to see The Big Year.  It's a new movie starring Steve Martin, Jack Black, Owen Wilson, and Anjelica Huston, among others.The story is about birders - those people who go out bird-watching with notebooks and binoculars.  It has a very simple story line, and even shared some bird knowledge along the way.  I enjoyed the movie!  It received so-so ratings from the "film critics", but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4456381396719063923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4456381396719063923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4456381396719063923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4456381396719063923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-year.html' title='The Big Year'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_Ygk-H7u7o/TptdPx8rBPI/AAAAAAAACI4/hfPHAfnofKs/s72-c/american_golden_plover_amir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5595433608724832190</id><published>2011-10-15T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:49:37.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Weeks of New: Week#2</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5595433608724832190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5595433608724832190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5595433608724832190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5595433608724832190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-weeks-of-new-week2.html' title='12 Weeks of New: Week#2'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-171316712658482269</id><published>2011-10-14T22:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:55:53.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamato!</title><summary type='text'>This evening we went to Yamato: the Drummer of Japan performance.  What fun!  It is a contemporary Japanese drum corps (I guess you would call them a drum corps.)  I thoroughly enjoyed myself!  If you have a chance to attend one of their performances, I certainly would try.  We asked Grad Student Gillian to order the tickets for us, and she got us seats in the 2nd row: perfect!  We could see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/171316712658482269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=171316712658482269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/171316712658482269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/171316712658482269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/yamato.html' title='Yamato!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9frDK0V80Y/TpkCAiX45cI/AAAAAAAACII/n5cNlRkHIwQ/s72-c/yama2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7405890741432126983</id><published>2011-10-13T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:38:03.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream...</title><summary type='text'>Today was Cinnamon Roll Day!Some went to our neighbors, to thank them for the jars they supplied last week for my plum sauce canning extravaganza. (Sort of)Ignore the dead bananas,the persimmon,and the lemon grass.They will make a post, later on...But, today was Cinnamon Roll Day!(And I think they were good.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7405890741432126983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7405890741432126983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7405890741432126983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7405890741432126983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream.html' title='I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream...'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcnmCcN-svU/TpeCtHw9lcI/AAAAAAAACH8/3pefYw14qKE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6757050341619306071</id><published>2011-10-12T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:00:41.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Clokey</title><summary type='text'>Today's Google homepage (if you read this after Wed, Oct 12th, you will not see the link) was an animated tribute to Art Clokey on what would have been his 90th birthday (he died a year or so ago.)  Who was Art Clokey?Did anyone else spend hours playing with Gumby and Pokey?  OK, OK, this was the 60s, and I had, as my mother has told me numerous times, a very active imagination, so when Santa (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6757050341619306071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6757050341619306071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6757050341619306071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6757050341619306071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-clokey.html' title='Art Clokey'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4459910466716579261</id><published>2011-10-09T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:52:41.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New: Week 1</title><summary type='text'>Last week commenced my 12 Weeks of New, in which I will try something new each week, from now till the end of the year.  Instead of living in Ruttsville, I will have learned or experienced something new each week.What new thing did I do last week?  I had been running the two weeks prior to last.  In that I wanted to keep my momentum going in the running world, last week I decided that each day I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4459910466716579261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4459910466716579261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4459910466716579261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4459910466716579261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-new-week-1.html' title='Something New: Week 1'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJM6wTt8Yzk/TpG_KjzQb7I/AAAAAAAACHk/yQXycxIxHYk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4389131113842004716</id><published>2011-10-08T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:24:30.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><summary type='text'>"I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I  spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment.  That's how I refuel." Audrey Hepburn"I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not  shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket,  squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks." Barack Obama"Later, in the early teens, I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4389131113842004716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4389131113842004716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4389131113842004716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4389131113842004716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2006347641199690896</id><published>2011-10-05T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:54:14.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><summary type='text'>I have a dandy phone message on my cell phone: "Hello!  Please be so kind as to leave your name and number after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as possible."Well.Three kids (and some nieces and friends and neighbors, too) complain that there is a split-second, too-long-of-a-pause between Hello! and Please.  They claim that they can't tell if it's the recording or the real me when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2006347641199690896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2006347641199690896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2006347641199690896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2006347641199690896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7697765380339562701</id><published>2011-10-05T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:16:20.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flora and Fauna</title><summary type='text'>These are poinsettias from last Christmas.They looked really dismal when I planted them outside in May.  They have taken on a new lease on life now.  When visiting my inlaws in Australia, I would see huge, roof-high poinsettias, all pretty and red.  This morning I was trying to remember at what point the poinsettias in Australia would be red.  I think in the spring and summer, in that we usually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7697765380339562701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7697765380339562701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7697765380339562701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7697765380339562701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/flora-and-fauna.html' title='Flora and Fauna'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nBAkaHTxnI/ToxyJaVT2VI/AAAAAAAACHM/o4Sse-FUlfI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7229938338218763281</id><published>2011-10-04T18:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:39:52.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prairie: Butterfly Hunt</title><summary type='text'>This morning I read  Grad Student Gillian's blog,  and my interest was immediately piqued at the prospect of seeing a  butterfly migration.  "Off to the Konza!" I announced to that Spouse o'  Mine early this morning.  It's difficult to describe his expression when  I announce things like this. Anyway, as he  left for his day, I was I soon out  the door for my butterfly hunt.There are several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7229938338218763281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7229938338218763281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7229938338218763281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7229938338218763281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/prairie-butterfly-hunt.html' title='The Prairie: Butterfly Hunt'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVVpPHq4ITo/TouV7g7enKI/AAAAAAAACGc/nM8LDFzzw0Q/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6761591128512307044</id><published>2011-10-02T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:02:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><summary type='text'>One day last week I mulled and thought and planned and finally pulled out my all-purpose backpack and started packing: towel, check!  swimsuit, check!  all things needed to transition from swimming pool to Lunch with the Ladies, check!  And I got into my car and drove down the road, headed for the university natatorium.   (And here I have to mention that my spell check is telling me: sanatorium, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6761591128512307044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6761591128512307044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6761591128512307044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6761591128512307044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3147023716223833127</id><published>2011-10-01T16:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:39:10.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>October Garden</title><summary type='text'>DaturaThis is a common wolf spider.What makes her UNcommonis that she is carrying hundreds of tiny spiderlings on her back.   I spotted her while I was out planting tulips this afternoon.My camera didn't do justice to the fact, so I found a better photo online:I spy with my little eye...something green...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3147023716223833127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3147023716223833127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3147023716223833127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3147023716223833127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-garden.html' title='October Garden'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WivdQ9ppDQg/ToeGCA66xzI/AAAAAAAACFM/km3o6MJM2To/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1271775860579520205</id><published>2011-09-30T19:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:54:44.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runners' World</title><summary type='text'>In someone's research somewhere, there is an educated hypothesis stating that if you do anything steadily for three weeks, it becomes habit.  I like that hypothesis.  Sort of.  If I eat raw carrots for three weeks and then I have rabbit-like cravings, I am not so sure.  But if I run down the road like I have been, and do it for 3 weeks, and it becomes habit, then I am a happy camper runner.And so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1271775860579520205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1271775860579520205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1271775860579520205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1271775860579520205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/runners-world.html' title='Runners&apos; World'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1755053143475045441</id><published>2011-09-28T20:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:39:05.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupons'/><title type='text'>Coupons</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I came across a weird TV show called Super Couponers or something like that.  These people.  One guy had 1000 tubes of toothpaste stored in his garage.  Another family (7 kids) had stockpiles of things in every room of their home.  The toilet paper was stored underneath their 2-year old's bed.  A couple, whose combined weight might possibly top 500 lbs., stored their stores in their 2nd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1755053143475045441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1755053143475045441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1755053143475045441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1755053143475045441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/coupons.html' title='Coupons'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3766749066439215359</id><published>2011-09-28T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:35:37.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3766749066439215359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3766749066439215359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3766749066439215359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3766749066439215359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCSkbusV-KE/ToOS_z3FehI/AAAAAAAACFE/gD7QXgfTbZE/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2525637716104572122</id><published>2011-09-26T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:35:29.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse</title><summary type='text'>In addition to the sadness of losing one of the very best cats in the entire world this summer, this evening I ventured out to the duckhouse to do some animal husbandry, only to discover the evidence of a pack rat, squirreling away (ratting away?) corn kernels which are meant for the ducks.  Not the field mice, not the pack rats.After we lost Euripides (we know not how, and although my hope does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2525637716104572122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2525637716104572122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2525637716104572122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2525637716104572122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap35Ja0oTss/ToEL_4EkwXI/AAAAAAAACE4/eAoHcclqlW0/s72-c/OneGreatMouser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-196058723794503492</id><published>2011-09-22T18:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:04:53.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Mirthful Sounds, and the Sound of Silence</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this for my Lydia Circle women this month, but I am happy to share it here as well:Some of you know that Paul &amp; I have enjoyed having  all three (adult) kids, plus 1 boyfriend, home the past couple of  weeks.  How fun it has been!  Lots of activity and laughter.Yesterday  we took the last two to the airport for their flight home.  This  morning, Paul left early for work, and I had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/196058723794503492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=196058723794503492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/196058723794503492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/196058723794503492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/mirthful-sounds-and-sound-of-silence.html' title='Mirthful Sounds, and the Sound of Silence'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1714103022965636484</id><published>2011-09-21T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:05:19.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albino Hummingbird'/><title type='text'>Albino Hummingbird</title><summary type='text'>Albino hummingbird:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1714103022965636484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1714103022965636484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1714103022965636484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1714103022965636484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/albino-hummingbird.html' title='Albino Hummingbird'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3577819561139904757</id><published>2011-09-15T19:38:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:16:00.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>What's Cookin'?</title><summary type='text'>I love to cook.  And I have quite a collection of cookbooks to reflect this, one of my favorite pastimes.  Here are a few (only a few...more to come another day!) that I visit with frequency:The Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook:&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3577819561139904757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3577819561139904757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3577819561139904757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3577819561139904757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-cookin.html' title='What&apos;s Cookin&apos;?'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCybuZ5tnPI/TnKcxOc0yXI/AAAAAAAACCI/Kws0HrNTVjU/s72-c/silver%2Bpalate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1429073290250455340</id><published>2011-09-12T18:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:21:47.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Kids Home!</title><summary type='text'>What a fun week!  All three adult kids plus a straggler (read: boyfriend) were home to visit.That sounds odd:  "home to visit".All three kids were home.  But anymore, it's difficult to define their homes.  I caught myself telling College Boy Graham, "When you get home...", meaning returning to Bellingham and the university, not Wabaunsee and Mom &amp; Dad.  I asked Grad Student Gillian, "What time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1429073290250455340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1429073290250455340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1429073290250455340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1429073290250455340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/kids.html' title='Kids Home!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APX7F-YGnL4/Tm6XG_mjFcI/AAAAAAAACBA/UKdt0c2fGWc/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1390389999292592557</id><published>2011-09-11T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:22:38.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Songs I Sing</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I was caught singing Waltzing Matilda by my College Grad Claire:Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled "You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"  Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda "You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me" And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1390389999292592557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1390389999292592557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1390389999292592557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1390389999292592557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/songs-i-sing.html' title='Songs I Sing'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6139683537356209722</id><published>2011-09-09T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:23:16.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><title type='text'>September Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Not many people read my blog, so maybe I am safe in writing my  thoughts.  (I should feel safe anytime I write my thoughts, but given  that this is the 10th anniversary of 9-11, who knows??)My thoughts this week, ten years out from that horrible experience?  I  read something from a native New Yorker, whose words echoed my  emotions.  This person and their family was leaving town; they will  not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6139683537356209722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6139683537356209722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6139683537356209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6139683537356209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-many-people-read-my-blog-so-maybe-i.html' title='September Weekend'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6721333940955086752</id><published>2011-09-06T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:24:08.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>September's First GLORIOUS Week</title><summary type='text'>"But now in  September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head  ... The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense  midsummer relationship that brought it on." -  Robert Finch  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6721333940955086752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6721333940955086752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6721333940955086752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6721333940955086752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/septembers-first-glorious-week.html' title='September&apos;s First GLORIOUS Week'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6271719214312023726</id><published>2011-09-05T18:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:25:09.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lakshmi Sing'/><title type='text'>In My Head</title><summary type='text'>Our whole family listens to NPR.  Today Grad student Gillian and I somehow began discussing the pronunciation of Lakshmi Singh's name.  For starters, I have never bothered Googling or Wiki-ing her name.   And for another thing - in my mind's eye (and I have a very vivid imagination, so I've been told), Lakshmi Singh looks (now, past tense) Asian.  Asian, as in, I assumed her name was Lak Shmi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6271719214312023726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6271719214312023726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6271719214312023726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6271719214312023726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-my-head.html' title='In My Head'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ITb9pyBgEO8/TmVd51gRgFI/AAAAAAAACA4/hDLUGG5fgr8/s72-c/LSingh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-7165759179556077213</id><published>2011-09-04T13:16:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:25:28.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Around the Place</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day in many that I ventured forth out of the air conditioning for any amount of time.  How nice to have a day of 70s temps.   I planted my fall garden: bok choy, basil, mesclun, and fennel.  I am eager to have something growing in the garden.The geraniums,babied through the August heat with waterand afternoon coverings,seem to be doing well.  Grapes....Cosmos...Pretty pink...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7165759179556077213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=7165759179556077213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7165759179556077213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/7165759179556077213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/around-place.html' title='Around the Place'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBqSkYvcq8E/TmP4LEUbenI/AAAAAAAACAY/trGxWXJfs58/s72-c/IMG_2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3669154088746260219</id><published>2011-08-23T18:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:27:37.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><summary type='text'>This morning I got up and found there was no milk for my coffee.And no orange juice for breakfast.I went to the grocery store for a list of things.  The college kid behind the deli cheese counter told me that a round of Brie would cost $40.00.  I left.I went to the car wash.  It would only give me 2 minutes.  Speed wash...A giant wolf spider was in the dirty laundry.  I played Catch &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3669154088746260219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3669154088746260219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3669154088746260219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3669154088746260219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnDdKqRxJXA/TlQ5H-ZS9WI/AAAAAAAAB-g/7aXCd4X92mE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6568360665787608066</id><published>2011-08-22T19:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:27:10.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Celebrations!</title><summary type='text'>This evening I read a blog post which I catch a few times each week.  The author was asking for birthday party activities for her kid.  The replies really brought back memories for me.  And planted some ideas for future celebrations, even though my kids are in their twenties, and the blog writer's kids are pre-K.  Ha!When one of our daughters was really young, she and her friends (we followed the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6568360665787608066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6568360665787608066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6568360665787608066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6568360665787608066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4843642165657834602</id><published>2011-08-21T18:52:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:28:22.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>Take a Breath</title><summary type='text'>Sunday evening.  I've been sitting outside in my grotto, watching hummingbird battles.  It seemed like there was an exodus of the little flitting entertainers the past three weeks, and I am quite sure it had to do with the triple-digit temperature.  But they are back, and my grotto has a faint background noise of whirring wings once again.    Last week, grad student Gillian and I finished our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4843642165657834602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4843642165657834602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4843642165657834602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4843642165657834602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Take a Breath'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6m0nloa9S-k/TlGfaWr2KjI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Pwm4v2PkDAU/s72-c/midway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5116701322302875769</id><published>2011-08-16T19:17:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:31:08.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>Desert: Day Two</title><summary type='text'>In Sedona, Gillian and I stayed at a nice little B &amp; B just off the main street.  I like Bed and Breakfasts.  They are just what they say:  a bed and a breakfast.  Sometimes, the B &amp; Bs are in someone's home (like the one we stayed at in Aukland.)  Sometimes, they are a series of rooms in an old house, or a group of cabins, or other conglomeration.  B &amp; Bs seem more informal than a hotel.  In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5116701322302875769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5116701322302875769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5116701322302875769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5116701322302875769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/desert-day-two.html' title='Desert: Day Two'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-fTuQukog4/TksKweSDbNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/IJjzBEkVmeA/s72-c/RoseTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3303852500633789906</id><published>2011-08-13T22:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:31:20.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>Desert: Day One</title><summary type='text'>What an interesting day!  Goodbye to the Pacific Ocean and 64 degrees early this morning, and into the triple-digit desert a couple of hours later.  Desert portrayed itself in several different ways:  boulders upon boulders, scrub brush, sand dunes, and big red rock formations.Scrub: just along the horizon,you might be able to see the big black fencealong the American-Mexican border:In addition </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3303852500633789906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3303852500633789906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3303852500633789906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3303852500633789906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/desert-day-one.html' title='Desert: Day One'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyrGF6nxYFw/TkdHjY2oVdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/23cFMYGSAxA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-9124073754367422674</id><published>2011-08-12T19:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:07:34.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maritime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figs'/><title type='text'>Sights Seen</title><summary type='text'>There is a lot to see and do in San Diego!This morning I hopped the trolley with Gillian.  One transfer and several stops later, she departed for her last workday on the boats.I continued on my day of sightseeing: Balboa Park.  Museums and botanical gardens: a trolley ride and a bus transfer away.  I wasn't really clear on the exact route but details like that rarely slow me down, even to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/9124073754367422674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=9124073754367422674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/9124073754367422674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/9124073754367422674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/sights-seen.html' title='Sights Seen'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsTxmrT7f9M/TkXFtaMda4I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/xomxOxtf4Ws/s72-c/113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5772048805947589049</id><published>2011-08-11T20:31:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:06:42.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maritime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>Maritime Midweek</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, first stop on my August Adventure: San Diego, California!  I have flown out to join Grad Student Gillian, who is finishing up her summer internship at the Maritime Museum this week.This is the office where she works...On this ferry...With this view from her office window...That beats a cubicle, doesn't it?Bright and early this morning I followed Gillian on her trolley ride to work, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5772048805947589049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5772048805947589049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5772048805947589049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5772048805947589049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/maritime-midweek.html' title='Maritime Midweek'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGS_NA3YukM/TkSENKSXEhI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OXv6sX06YTc/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6498651251891276274</id><published>2011-08-09T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:32:13.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><title type='text'>All My Bags are Packed</title><summary type='text'>All my bags are packed,I'm ready to go...I love that song, because that just says ME all over it.I am packed.  Yes - I really DO have a perpetually-packed bag in my closet.  I am ready for anything, ANYTIME anyone calls to invite me on a trip.  A quest.  A hike.  A journey.I am so mentally ready to pull up stakes and move, my goodness, someone deep in my Dutch family tree must have been nomadic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6498651251891276274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6498651251891276274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6498651251891276274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6498651251891276274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-my-bags-are-packed.html' title='All My Bags are Packed'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3701590025751840479</id><published>2011-08-07T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:05:59.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3701590025751840479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3701590025751840479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3701590025751840479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3701590025751840479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/suffering_07.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-5804241147246763218</id><published>2011-08-06T18:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:16:59.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches and Pains</title><summary type='text'>Today I read a headline with interest:  Student, 17, who had stomach ache while shopping astonished to find she is going into LABOUR.This was fascinating to me.  A month or so before we conceived our firstborn, I visited our family OBGYN (whom I randomly picke out of the Yelow Pages because I liked his name: Oliver Beamon.)  Oliver.  I liked that name! and so I called his office.  I told him that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5804241147246763218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=5804241147246763218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5804241147246763218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/5804241147246763218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/aches-and-pains.html' title='Aches and Pains'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8870650305855342809</id><published>2011-08-05T18:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:03:14.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><summary type='text'>Friday!Mine started at 4:45 am, when I first heard the thunder and then opened my eyes to lightning.  I was happy on two counts: 1) I could sleep in and not do my 20-mile sunrise bike ride, and 2) we really, really, need rain.  Really.The rest of my morning was delightful, sitting on the front (covered) porch sipping coffee with a cat on my lap, piddling around the yard (post-thunderstorm), and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8870650305855342809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8870650305855342809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8870650305855342809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8870650305855342809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK76cZaL9fs/TjyC0ZC-76I/AAAAAAAAB3c/Y2yGeQfc_WM/s72-c/Weeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1615739298458235768</id><published>2011-08-03T08:06:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:45:50.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green and Not-so-Green</title><summary type='text'>This is my tomato garden.Yes, that's right:Tomato garden.Note, below, the giant grasshoppersitting on the giant horseradish leaf.In the middle of my tomato garden.You might also note the total lack of tomato leaves(see: grasshopper)And the presence of lawn.Where there should be finely-weeded garden aisles.(Even though I think to water it about once a week.)But let's remember how closely I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1615739298458235768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1615739298458235768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1615739298458235768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1615739298458235768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/green-and-not-so-green.html' title='Green and Not-so-Green'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe3W5Uw4riY/TjlJDa8xIBI/AAAAAAAAB3U/LGce8nGs4O8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-667984173462277054</id><published>2011-08-01T19:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:22:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>108º</title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhh..........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/667984173462277054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=667984173462277054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/667984173462277054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/667984173462277054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/108.html' title='108º'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMzQTEs7S3I/TjdCLBRcDPI/AAAAAAAAB1c/xnsOwQgi_q8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-152407594287814166</id><published>2011-07-31T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:31:18.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><summary type='text'>So here we are, July 31, 2011. What with television, radio, the internet, satellites, and gossipy neighbors, we have a full gamut of news and ideas on/over which to ruminate.  (I couldn't decide which adverb was proper; feel free to enlighten me.)Our nation is beside itself with the "spiraling" debt crisis and all the so-called news-worthy debris left in its wake.  Flotsam, jetsam, lagan, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/152407594287814166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=152407594287814166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/152407594287814166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/152407594287814166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-4418915700164349378</id><published>2011-07-29T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T18:41:13.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Silence</title><summary type='text'>The deafening tymbals of the cicadas.The thunder prefacing the wall cloud out west.The rain.Oh!  The pouring rain!Friday night couldn't get much better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4418915700164349378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=4418915700164349378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4418915700164349378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/4418915700164349378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/sounds-of-silence.html' title='Sounds of Silence'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWphyTEeCE/TjNE8jpzT5I/AAAAAAAAB1U/B97YcGW7-Vc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6281865420454431500</id><published>2011-07-26T18:51:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:43:24.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisteen Years:  Chapter Closed</title><summary type='text'>Sixteen years ago, we moved from Michigan to a new home, a new town, in what to  our kids was a new state.  For me, Oklahoma was going home.  As in any  move, getting young kids settled into a new home and routine was  paramount.  Upon moving, I joined a Newcomers' Club, whose activities  are hazy at this point, except that I met one very great friend at a  luncheon one day.  She, too, a newcomer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6281865420454431500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6281865420454431500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6281865420454431500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6281865420454431500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/sisteen-years-chapter-closed.html' title='Sisteen Years:  Chapter Closed'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmHKBWKbPjE/Ti9aV0LcFdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/k46tMidiZEk/s72-c/horses8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-2151325850011503912</id><published>2011-07-24T17:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:21:36.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning</title><summary type='text'>These little guys (and a third) were sitting on the stall thresholdwhen I went out to feed this morning.They were not a bit afraid of me.I didn't try the "Let's Put You Back in Your Nest" trick again.The clouds were to the north, to the south, and to the east of us.As was the rain...Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.(That's from one of my very favorite poems!)A pumpkin!  A pumpkin!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2151325850011503912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=2151325850011503912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2151325850011503912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/2151325850011503912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/early-morning.html' title='Early Morning'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkMElgCoITA/TiyZTvtJTqI/AAAAAAAABzc/hDqXtl5lQX8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-6938304039731272405</id><published>2011-07-22T18:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:06:29.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fry Day</title><summary type='text'>OK, I will try to keep things upbeat.  Somebody told me yesterday that I am always a happy camper.  It is difficult to be happy, upbeat smiling, or anything positive when the temperature has been in the triple digits all day.   In fact, it is nearly 7:00 pm and it is still 105º outside.  But here goes: my happy, happy day.My happy, happy day started out before 5:30 am.  I arose to get the coffee </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6938304039731272405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=6938304039731272405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6938304039731272405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/6938304039731272405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/fry-day.html' title='Fry Day'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-8049911171903244763</id><published>2011-07-21T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:51:35.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cooler Day</title><summary type='text'>My sister and me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8049911171903244763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=8049911171903244763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8049911171903244763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/8049911171903244763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooler-day_21.html' title='A Cooler Day'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8y_n8WnwN8/TiguZILM2gI/AAAAAAAABy0/y-QmfKmx3YE/s72-c/BarbTricia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-1540356058972488022</id><published>2011-07-20T18:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:30:23.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Summertime</title><summary type='text'>The forecast for the week is a high of 101º each day.NOAA is wrong.Their official airport is reading 104º right now: 6:09 PM.  It looks to be a fun week.What does one do during a week like this?  Different people have different devices.I have been getting up at 5:00-5:30 each morning, having my coffee and then hopping on my bike for a ride in the sunrise.  It's not too bad.  I have been doing it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1540356058972488022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=1540356058972488022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1540356058972488022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/1540356058972488022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-ol-summertime.html' title='Good ol&apos; Summertime'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16867411.post-3840326253642535399</id><published>2011-07-17T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:07:54.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!  Buck!</title><summary type='text'>Tonight as I made my way through the last 2 miles of the 9-hour drive home from Breckenridge, I busied my thoughts at the tall corn (corn can grow an inch or so each day, and boy, it did!), and a myriad of other thoughts which I had not yet encountered in my fun fun day.  I chanced to see a sight most others will miss in their entire life:  Two giant (my adjective) bucks standing out in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3840326253642535399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16867411&amp;postID=3840326253642535399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3840326253642535399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16867411/posts/default/3840326253642535399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-buck.html' title='Ah!  Buck!'/><author><name>twebsterarmstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341721506092130476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTgrghUC4Cs/S7ibA1Hl6JI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NG7QXb-1UU/S220/100_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
