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"I would not say that the future is necessarily less predictable than the past. I think the past was not predictable when it started." - Donald Rumsfeld

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

More pictures




It's Beautiful


The creek
On the bison range
Glenn's pond (and Glenn)
Remember Cracker?

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Creek.The Falls.The Mountains



Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sun coming up over Glenn's mountains

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

It's Me

I am preparing to leave for Montana Saturday morning until Tuesday midnight. Because there's a time difference I can't know for sure how long the fly time is until we do it; it seems to be beyond my comprehension. Seems it takes 4 hours to get there and 8 hours to get back home, although there is only a two hour time difference. I will just take lots of books.

Ok, so I have to worry about flying... again. And then after we get there - BEARS. Glenn just told me with great nonchalance that there aren't that many bears in the yard anymore, since he put up the fence. NOT THAT MANY!?! To my simple brain, ONE bear seems like a bunch way too many.

It's lovely there from the pictures I have seen - lots of mountains. Not that I can go up on one, I will admire from afar. Afraid of heights, too, sigh.

I will be off the whole rest of the week for my vacation during which I will plant my poor little sad tomato seedlings IN THE GROUND. If we get some ground.

Mercy's having fun around here, at least. The other night I didn't latch her cage when she went to bed (pshaw - she will be fine, I thought) so she visited Bob at 3:00 am and took all his socks, etc. He said, "she was EVERYWHERE!" of course I slept through it all. She gets all confused if she doesn't go to bed in the cage, but I always think "what if there's a fire! or something! and she can't get out!" Guess I'll have to make sure I just get her out, if there's a fire. Still, I don't like to lock her in there.

Two dead mice by the garage today. Definitely Goodness, Oscar doesn't go out much anymore. I realized this month that he is 17 years old. He gained some weight back and the vet wants him on kidney function food, only problem is he HATES it - so I gave him back his Fancy Feast. I hope he can keep going awhile longer, he's a good old boy.

I have been putting up tv antennas and completely horrifying and mystifying Bob. I think it is just the neatest thing in the world that we can get digital HD over the air, completely free. But he has some kind of emotional attachment to Directv and his beloved Tivo remote (Don't worry!, I said. We can get a stand-alone Tivo, all will be well). Well, so there's a struggle going on. I want to put the antenna on the roof and he's fighting that. So we shall see.

And when we get back I will have to sort through the mail looking for Jury information. humbug

Loretta Has Baby Birds

Robins.