Choice chunks and pieces, almost no manufactured filler.
Because I can't come up with a good topic this morning, that's why. Thank you for asking. Next question.
I spent most of yesterday doing vehicle stuff, that was actually fun. Usually I dislike vehicle stuff because I'm not mechanically inclined, but when you have a mechanically simple vehicle and a simple mechanic it works out nicely. I managed to change out my control arm all by meself, and never was there a prouder moment. Rita even drives better, now that this integral piece (it's like an anti-sway bar, only circa 1971) is functioning properly.
The fog is already gone, it's going to be a hot day. The temp has been roaming from highs very close to 90 straight down to 65 at night, and it's made for some pretty spectacular frog-strangler fogs in the morning. This morning was no different, but it burned off VERY fast. Distressing. Especially since we plan on spending part of the day at Hodges' Gardens taking pictures of roses. White t-shirt day for sure.
The cardinals don't seem much bothered by the airspace visibility restrictions. They've been tearing around here all morning making strafing passes at the feeders, filling up on peanuts and sunflower and bits of cranberry.
The roof is finally done, that's a relief. No more beating and pounding at 8:30 at night, no more coming home to see an air compressor carefully balanced across the confluence of four peaks of my roof, perched there like some sort of very non-aerodynamic albatross, or winner of 2005's Worst Bird Design Award.
And speaking of roofs, the attic is clear now. No more momma cat and kitties, who now reside on our back patio, being socialised for the week, so we can get them to the no-kill shelter. We simply can't have more cats, even tho Tall, Grande and Venti are beautiful little things, and Mamie (the baby momma) is a wonderful good mother, lying down beside us on the patio while we sit and calling her little ones over, helping us break down the species barrier.
What's that? Debussy's Arabesque No. 1 in E for piano. Nice stuff.
I got my laugh for the day yesterday. Weerelephant had a dance recital at one of the local Family Fair things, and while we sat and waited her turn the sponsors drew door prizes. When they came to the Pepsi T-shirt I sat up and took notice. They drew one ticket, no winner. Drew a second, no winner. By this point I was chewing the back of the chair. Third draw? My ticket. I waltzed up there, accepted my four tickets to the Lawn Mower Races ("Fastest Racing On Grass") and my Pepsi T-shirt. Size? Medium. Irrelephant couldn't fit his TRUNK in a Medium T-shirt. *sigh* I'm gonna have to see if I can find the Pepsi marketing office here in town and see if I can trade up. I love me some Pepsi.
And yes, I can hear the derisive snorts--more than one of you remember the days when it was Coke all the way, and Pepsi was wattered down and washed out, and I mocked my syster unmercifully at work for drinking that rubbish. As I recall I got pretty sick one year with the flu or something and stopped drinking it, and when I came back to it a month later or so I found that it was bitterly harsh and I couldn't stomach it, so I held off a little while longer, then tried Pepsi and what do you know, it was really good, so I changed horses in mid-race, something pretty unusual for me. And now I have a T-shirt that I can't wear.
I stand corrected--the temp is dropping slowly (it's 64 now) and the fog is coming in heavier...most crazy. I can see it gentling in across the field in front of the house, a very slow milky wave easing this way.
When I was a kid I always wondered what it'd be like to be on a cloud, or inside one. I remember how let down I was the day I realised that being inside a cloud is just like standing in a fog, only you're in the sky. *sigh* You could just HEAR my childhood dreams crumbling. Next thing they were going to tell me was that very old oak trees couldn't talk.
I guess at some point I need to refill the feeders--seems the redwing blackbirds and the little chickadees have stopped eating the regular food, but the cardinals and other seed eaters have gone crazy on the feeder full of peanuts and sunflower seeds. Most peculiar. There was a time back when I lived at the old house when I would have to fill up a three-tube feeder once a day, because of the flocks of redwing blackbirds that would come to feed every day. It would be black and red all over during any part of the day, and swinging wildly from everyone taking off and landing. At the really busy parts of the day you'd wonder if they required an air-traffic controller to keep from crashing into each other.
When we lived there, there was a hedge of Redtips that stood, oh, probably a good 20 feet tall, thick as briars, and the blackbirds would all roost in there at night. The last summer I was there you could walk out of the door early in the morning and the rustling stir of birds moving around sounded like a huge waterfall, only drier. It was a wonderful noise, one I'd never heard before until then. No squawking and noisemaking for them, they'd just stir and shift and move back a little bit, and that'd be it. The hedgerow ran for 200 feet straight back, and while you couldn't see a single bird you could hear the rustle run like a wave down the entire hedgerow.
"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her."