If you haven't looked, go to Sae Splatters to see some amazing, terrific, fantastic, splendiferous pictures of Les and I.
I wonder if the dog got her hair cut today or just a bath. The cat should go. She looks brown. She's white but was very dirty when she came in tonight. Yes, her leg is all healed up. She hardly limps. Just kidding. She doesn't limp at all. And she is back to jumping on the bathroom counter, meowing for a drink from the faucet--she likes her water running! I guess if I had to lick all that dirt off me, I'd be meowing for a fresh drink myself. And now I'm about out of cocoa...
Ok. I'm done rambling for tonight. "Stream of Consciousness" by the way is a literary technique that attempts to replicate what might be running through an author's mind as he writes. Or throught a character's mind as she goes about her day to day stuff. Believe me, you'll be glad to know I left A BUNCH of stuff out!
What's up with this picture? It goes with nothing I've said, but I just like it. It's the view of a passing summer storm a mile or so from where I grew up. I like how the light hits the cliffs and the sky is dark behind it. I love the cedar fence post in the middle--the rustic, knobby, crooked-y-ness of it. All that green stuff in the pasture? That is sagebrush. I love how it smells and looks. Even though it makes me sneeze. I like how I framed the picture with the trees. I'm sure that was an accident--not a truly artistic moment!
Oh and can you see the windmill on top of the cliff? There--it's right there in the center! Right smack dab in the middle of the picture! You might have to squint--or click on the picture and enlarge it. You see the windmill now? Good. Those aren't used much anymore. It's hard to find someone to fix them. It's hard to find parts and it's much easier to install electric waterers just a little ways from the road. They don't creak and blow about in the wind though. Love that sound. Perhaps I could quit school and become a windmill repair person. MMMMM. Probably not. It's hard work. And the windmills only break down in the heat of summer, the bitter cold of winter or when the wind is blowing hard. Never on nice calm days where the temperature is benevolent.
Man--go to bed already! Why are you sitting up reading with me! Goodnight!