Because Sometimes You Have To Get A Little Dirty

So some of you, or possibly only one of you, may have been wondering about the status of the big pile of dirt since last I recounted dirt filled tales. I am happy to report that the big pile of dirt is approximately half its original size though unchanged since my last dirty report.

Because I haven’t been shoveling dirt lately. Because when people say it’s a jungle out there they might be talking about parts of my yard. Because the area that the remainder of the dirt is destined for is still in its uncleared, vine choked state. Because I was slow in getting bids to clear the vines. Because I am reluctant to do the vine clearing myself. Because some of the vines are poison ivy or have nasty thorns, not to mention the possibility of encountering snakes of the venomous kind of which three kinds have been sighted in or near my yard. Because I hate doing that sort of thing with that sort of thing being both dangerous vine clearing and getting bids to clear dangerous vines.

I took a chance in the previous paragraph and used a literary device known as beginning every sentence with ‘because’ because I figured you might have questions and I would read your collective minds though I know I say just above the comment box that I don’t read minds but sometimes I think maybe I can, so I did, and then I answered them but without writing out the questions because you were already thinking them and that would be redundant, so you’re welcome for the lack of redundancy. Now the bids have been gathered and the tree people (though not the Treebeard tree people) will be here Wednesday to do all the clearing of vines and trees that pose a danger to the house and then dirt shoveling will resume.

In other news, I spent the previous 24 hours with my best friend for what may be the last time as he is moving 1320 miles away on Thursday and we won’t see each other again before then. I’m bummed but not sad. I think the sadness might hit later. But we did have a good time yesterday afternoon and last night and this morning. We ended our time together with a motorcycle ride. Top speed for a very short stretch  – 105 mph – woohoo!

I wanted to have a picture of him on his bike, but he wanted to take a picture of me on his bike, so this is me on his bike.

I wanted to have a picture of him on his bike, but he wanted to take a picture of me on his bike, so this is me on his bike. I know it almost looks like I’m riding it, but I’m not. He wanted me to stand the bike up and balance on it but I couldn’t because it weighs a ton or felt like it did and I’m a very little person, but not a dwarf.

Supernatural Tire Flipping Tribute For Hellis Birthday

So I just read El Guapo‘s blog and today it features another birthday tribute to the great H.E. Ellis, who is a blogger extraordinaire! The tribute ends with these words:


Sincerely, from me, and all your blogtastic friends!

And there, second from the bottom, was a link to my blog. Apparently, I missed the memo because I was not aware that I was supposed to be writing a birthday tribute but be that as it may and since I am often not at a loss for words read on >>

Foolishness Seekers Of The World Unite And Wish Happiness To The One Who Started It All (This May Be A Slight Exaggeration)

I just found out that today is a very special day and not just because it is Remember Pearl Harbor Day Eve. No, today is the birthday of one of the greatest bloggers on the planet. I would have said ‘in the universe’ but I’m not sure if there is blogging in other parts of the universe.

He’s not great because he writes every day. He’s great because he is everywhere. Everywhere I go, I see his gravatar and comments. He almost always comments. He is generous with praise and encouragement. He has a wonderful taste in music read on >>

Divine Imagination Definitely Used In Downstream Dreaming

So I have had an interesting past couple of days. I was going to calculate the number of hours it has been and use that instead of ‘couple of days’ but that was too taxing on my brain. But now that I think about it, it hasn’t even been 48 hours yet. I haven’t had much sleep. I think the last night I slept well was Tuesday, although it could have been Monday. Operating on just two or three read on >>

A Little Pooh For My Best Bud

It’s almost Friday! You’ve made it through another day! I’m sending lots of positive thoughts your way! In some circles, they call that prayer.

I think the meter and rhyme of the first three sentences in the previous paragraph establish an upbeat tone. Of course, the exclamation points help, though the use of three of them, but not all at the end of one sentence, gets me dangerously close to sounding like a preteen Valley girl.  Oh, what the duck, I’ll let it stand as is, because that is how I truly feel (not to mention the inside joke read on >>