Thoughts

There was an article in yesterday's Washington Post which gave information regarding what restaurants in D.C. permit canine companions:

Pooches on Patios

When our kids were in nursery school we would often have the opportunity necessity to say, "You may think it, you may not SAY it."

So, I will think what I am thinking about sharing cafes with dogs, and I will not say it.

Today's Lesson:

All things by immortal power,
Near or far,
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling of a star.
                                - Francis Thompson

So, what actions we choose to take, or choose not to take, will somehow, somewhere, affect someone or something, either well, or perhaps not-so-well.

What a Day

It seems the whole county or state has had a HUGE population of skunks gamboling about this early spring.  Pretty things.  Pretty, stinky things.

This morning I went out to feed ponies, and as is my practice, I inhaled deeply as I opened the tack room door.  No skunk odor!  At ease!  Free to move about the barn!

I moved on to the chicken house.  (A misnomer, because Yes!  We Have No Bananas Chickens...we only have ducks.)  I opened the door to let out our two ducks.  OMIGOODNESS!  OMIGOODNESS!!  One of the ducks, the poor Khaki Campbell, was half-eaten (and dead, obviously).  I walked on in to get a grasp of the situation, and lo and behold, a skunk was staring at me from across the little (and I stress LITTLE) enclosure.  And it took me no time at all to remove myself from that little chicken house.

What to do?  What to do?!

I called my neighbor Barb.  She, in turn, called her husband Joe, who was out dealing with the 120+ cows that are calving on their ranch, 200+ already having done so.  Poor guy - he should not have answered his cell phone right then, while he was unrolling the round bale for the cows and heifers.

Yay for kind neighbors who put up with city folk who do not own guns.  Joe came down, and offed the skunk with one go.  Poor skunk.  But, I must learn to toughen up.

The skunk is gone, our lone duck is lonely, our yard smells like skunk, but all else is right with our bucolic world.

Oh, and after neighbor Joe left to get back to his real world, I made an apple tart and took it to the Downey Ranch.  After all, isn't that what proper etiquette dictates?  When the neighborhood SWAT Team pays a visit, one bakes a tart for them.

What a day.

Health Care

The Health Care Bill is 1018 pages long.  I haven't read it yet.  I wonder how many people have?  It's easy to give an opinion (as seen by my last blog entry), but I'm holding off till I go through this thing.  I wish more people would do the same.

Headlines

I should say,
Headlines and Responses to Said Headlines: 
This is fun and really really cathartic and may become a regular piece here on my blog, because I love to offer my opinions.  ALWAYS.

If Woods Plays Well, Retailers Will Smile
Obviously, those retailers and marketers have not asked me, the happily-married, middle-aged woman in rural  Kansas.  Because I can tell you, I don't want to have a THING to do with the Nike swoosh.  Or anything else that man has put his name or sport to.  Don't you retailers go thinking I am forgetful or dimwitted.  Your spokesman goofed up BIGTIME and I don't like it.  Your brand suffers.  If Woods plays well...I do not care, one little whit.

Santa Monica sushi restaurant closes after serving whale meat
Well.  duh.

Anna Nicole Smith Estate Loses J. Howard Marshall Fortune in Court
He's dead, she's dead.  The only ones gaining from this hoo-hah are the attorneys!  Come on, you people!

This is from my DRIVEL FILE and not even a headline - it is a quote:
"I would never have hooked up with him if I thought he was a married man," Michelle  "Bombshell" McGee" tells In Touch in an exclusive interview. "He gave me the impression they were separated."
Married, separated, whatever.  They are not divorced.  That means they are still MARRIED!!

Mo'Nique to Sandra Bullock: ...
I am not interested in what Mo'Nique has to say to Sandra Bullock, but I AM curious about that apostrophe in her name.  What letter or phrase is missing in that moniker, anyway?

Implanted Neurons Let the Brain Rewire Itself Again
Now, this is the kind of headline that I love.  Somebody, somewhere, is doing something other than having affairs, eating whales, suing for millions, or goofing up standard American punctuation.  

Ah!  How cathartic this has been!  Thank you for your ear!  (Or eyes...)