Squash bugs galore

Oh, my. Oh, my poor pumpkin. My brother said this is normal and his pumpkins are always covered in squash bugs. He studied biology in college. He had dozens of bugs, snakes, spiders, frogs and turtles in baby food jars, mayonnaise and pickle jars in formaldehyde when we were growing up, he could have opened a museum. My friends used to come over to my house and ask to go down to the basement to see them. I had to ask him what kind of a beetle/aphid these were.

I pulled the pumpkin and moved it away. I pulled what was left of the sorry pumpkin vine and put it in the trash. I am pulling up my near-ruined hosta plants. So far the hydrangea and moonflowers are okay. The moonflowers were very weak this year. Some years are like that.

I had a concert to go to Friday night. I had company on Saturday and today. So much for getting anything done around the house this week-end. I have tomorrow, but I think my nephew is coming back. We will probably cook hot dogs and burgers on the grill.

I went to listen to The System in Akron Friday night. Before Capri was born I lived for music. I cooled it after I had a child because I wanted to hear every little noise she made. I knew almost every word to each song, even though it has been a few years since I listened day and night. But, rock and roll never forgets. :-D

Shaving Moose

Here is Moose a couple of years ago. When she first came to our house, I figured as she grew to trust us we could carefully cut the tufts of matted fur from her coat. Didn't happen. I managed to cut away maybe a dozen. She does not like me to mess with them. She is still covered in them.

Because of the recent trauma that we have been experiencing with her in our house, I chose to take her to the vet today instead of Casper. She got a check-up from the doctor and she passed. The doctor said she looks fine. She asked many questions about Mooses' behavior.

We spoke of the matted fur. The vet explained to me that some pets will become irritated because they have to work so hard to groom and the matting makes it hard and tender in the areas they are trying to clean. I will take her in to get her shaved on Thursday. The vet said if she were a docile cat, we could have a groomer do it. I nixed that idea. She is very timid, so she will be sedated while the vet shaves off all of her fur. I do not want her traumatized by the ordeal.

Moose was very difficult to get into the pet carrier. With 5 cats to care for, they get the basics. They get their shots and I get them fixed. Unless they are sick or we have problems like we have recently, I don't take them back unless the vet tells me it is time for a booster. So, it had been a while since she took a ride in the carrier.

I have a few new scratches on my arms. My daughter and I laugh about Mooses' claws. They are little and piddly compared to some of our other cats. Casper can slice your hand open. My nephew found this out the hard way. He used super glue to piece his skin back together. Moose only slightly scratched me. And she gave a half effort to bite me as I placed her in the pet carrier. Still, she put up a good fight.

While at the vet's office and after her exam, she tried to hide her face and head underneath my arm. It was sad but so sweet. I was holding her in an attempt to comfort her. When the visit was over, I said "We'll try to get her back in the carrier." The lady vet was a smart one. She said "Oh, she'll probably go in willingly to get away from us." And, in she went. No problems at all.

Now, for Thursday.

More from the zoo

Here is a lazy bear (probably bored) from the zoo we visited in mid-month. The bears (all animals) were just too hot to move around very much. The tiger played in the water. He looked like he was enjoying himself. I have a small video of him (boring).

The ad in the store where I purchased my daughter's desk had that item on sale today. I went to the store and got the discounted price. My daughter didn't believe they would do it. I said "Sure they will. Besides, (I told her) it does not hurt to try." Now, if I needed to drive 40 miles or more it may be a little more of a process, but this was only a couple of miles away.

It was really interesting watching her put it together. I have put plenty shelves etc... together. I knew she was in for a tough time and I tried to soothe her as much as I could. She did get angry and I advised her to go to bed and start fresh in the morning. Things went much smoother the next morning.

I never did get my ceiling fan or my new porch light installed. There is a class on beginning electricity at the career center where my daughter is attending school. I might take that class and perhaps just put the fan and light in myself. Maybe I can also overcome my fear of electricity and wires.

Casper had to sleep in my room again last night. I let him out at six a.m. and took Moose back in with me. They are at it again. We are watching because it appears as if Moose if fighting with other cats also. Being that Casper is the Alpha cat, he may feel the need to restore order if she is the actual problem. Still. I cannot have that degree of violence.

Speaking of violence, we went to see "Death Race" last evening. Very violent and fast moving. I was outvoted for the movie choice. I do like Jason Statham so I was okay with it. I liked the character who played Coach. And the baby-faced boy was so familiar. I researched and discovered that he is none other than the young boy who played Chip on Kate & Allie from the 80's. Again, a little far-fetched in places, but there was a lot of action.

This photo is from Memorial day at my sister's house. The beginning of summer. Labor day always seems to announce the end of summer. There has been a lot of talk in our local paper about starting the school year after Labor day. When I was in school we never started before September. This is my daughter's last year. I don't care what they do.

We are moving furniture around this week-end. We got a new desk for my daughter's computer and along with the re-arranging comes a lot of cleaning and a lot of asking ourselves why we collect so much stuff. My garbage is going to be full this week. The Goodwill will get some, too.

I read the biography of Johnny Cash by Michael Streissguth. I really didn't learn anything new about the man that I had not already read. It is astonishing the amount of drugs he ingested if this biographer is to be believed. Another surprising note was the fact that he started up again at 40 and basically lived his remaining years addicted to pain medication and that June may have matched him in the pill popping area. Next on the list is The Latehomecomer by Kao Kalia Yang.

This coming week is busy. I have an appointment every evening. Groan. Our one big black male cat (Casper) has become violently vicious towards the shy and scared female cat, Moose. My daughter has had to stop him every night for the past week, but the other night she said he was really over the line. Poor Moose let loose a stream of cat poo while trying to get away from Casper. My daughter said usually Casper stops when she yells. This time he was not quitting, she said. He was out to kill Moose. She put him in my room.

That is too much. I usually try to let the pets work things out for themselves, but I won't abide violence of that nature. I am having Casper checked by the vet on Tuesday to see if there are any obvious reasons for his behavior. He is not treating the other cats this way and he is very sweet to me. For obvious reasons he is giving my daughter a wide berth.

Long week

We said good-bye to Sable's little cousin yesterday. Her Mommy came and picked her up. Her Mommy had quite a week with her son (that cartwheeled off the cliff on an ATV). My sister looked whipped.

I have had a very busy and grueling week at work. I collapse in the evenings when I get home. Not sure if it is the work or if I am getting sick. The machines really whipped me around today. I fought them all day to get them to do what I wanted them to. I got most of it working.

Back at it tomorrow.

At home I have been helping a relative fight her computer. She does not have anti-virus and she got a nasty case of malware. The about:blank one. I did something right. Her Internet is working again.

I got into it with my Internet provider last evening. They advertise that if you get the "turbo" feature of their Internet, you get 5GB of email space. I don't. I get 1 GB. (70,000MB to be exact). We went round and round. I knew it was going to come down to the fact that I am a former "adelphia" customer. It did. That is their excuse.

I told them I was sick and tired of hearing that as an excuse for my Internet/web page/email not working the same or as well as others on their network. I ticked off the customer service representative and she ticked me off. I gave them a scathing survey review and I gather that the former "adelphia" customers will be transferred over in September.

That was what they said 2 years ago. Maybe I should begin asking "September of what year?"

Old time

My Mom's favorite place in her house was her fire place. Here we have it without the mantle. My brother wanted to save that part of the house. The rubble is piled in the corner and ready to be demolished. We are still hanging on to the memories. So hard to let go.

My daughter and sister liked the golden hues to this photo. Something. My daughter said she liked the way the bright colors of the fruit painting in contrast to the old falling down house. My sister picked out the photo today as her favorite. Must be something they are seeing. I can only see the memories.

I dread the day I drive past the house and it is gone. No doubt the new owner will demolish it. It has to be done. My brother had to move out that road past her house, so that I will have to go that way sooner or later. If he still lived in town, it may have been years before I would ever have to travel out that road. As it is, there is a back way and I may take that route until I can handle the emptiness. I lived in that house from 1966 until 1986.

I was warmed by that coal fireplace for many years. My Mom would build the fire in the fall and keep it going until spring. She hated it when the fire would go out. She (or I) would "bank" it every night. Since I spent the majority of the time with her in the later years, I was trusted to bank it. To "bank" a fire, was to let it calm down for a couple of hours and then scoop ashes over it, (also know as putting it to sleep or to bed and covering it up), that way in the morning, it could be stirred and fed some fresh coal and would fire back up.

I recall one time while she was away on vacation, I let the fire go out. Or, I almost did. I spent over an hour holding a newspaper up against the fireplace. I don't exactly understand the terminology, but this would cause a suction of sorts in the fireplace and pull the air up the chimney and the fire would flare up. I got it going again. To start a coal fire, was a long and tedious process.

I probably inhaled enough coal dust over the years to equate working in a coal mine for a couple of years. I also recall getting some loads of coal that would spit. You needed to be careful if you were sitting or standing around the fire if a piece of coal spit at you. This is where a piece of coal exploded and flew out of the fireplace. My Mom always had an extra piece of linoleum or fireproof carpet in front of the fireplace for this purpose. It scares the bejesus out of you and would sting you like somebody flinging a rubber band at your arm or leg. We never had a big explosion, just little sparks fly out once in a while. And, not very often. I would just move across the room to the other side of the dining room table.

I don't recall ever asking my Mom why she didn't opt for a wood fireplace. Fear maybe? It was scary enough with the coal. One November (1983) my sister came over to help me put plastic on the bedroom windows. She threw a piece of pressed plywood in the fireplace. My Mom had a way of telling if the fire was out every morning. As she came down the stairs she would look at the varnished wood on the doorjamb to the dining room. If she saw a little "orange/gold" she knew she had flame. If she didn't see anything, she knew it was out or close to it.

Well, after my sister put that piece of pressed plywood on the fire, I said "Uh, you may want to get a bucket of water." My sister ran for the kitchen. My Mom heard the panic in our voices, she was upstairs. As she came down the stairs she said the entire varnished door jamb to the dining room was orange. 8 feet of door jamb glowed bright orange/red. She knew we had trouble.

Even though the piece of plywood was small enough to fit in our fireplace, the fact that there were multiple pieces of very fine plywood "pressed" together made for quite a blaze.

We had to call the fire department. The end result was our fireplace got a good cleaning out and the entire neighborhood was engulfed in a dark black smoke for a couple of hours, but the house was in tact. Cars were stopped in the street in front of our house because they couldn't see to drive. My brother was in the fire department and lived just over the hill from my Mom. When my sister called him he just took off for the station (also close by). He realized as he ran out of his house he didn't recall if she said it was at Mom's house or her house. He didn't have to wonder long. When he reached the top of the hill he saw the smoke.

We laughed (and still laugh) about it later. Funny stories included my sister carrying the fire screen out to the front porch, not realizing hot, still lit embers were falling off the bottom lip the entire way onto the dining room floor with the possibility of spreading the fire.

The fire department placed a chemical stick into the fireplace to extinguish the flame. I don't know much about this device but it looked like a brick red road flare. They gave us an extra one in case it happened again. It sat in a drawer in our dining room for years afterward. They also had to plug in a huge exhaust fan. The outlet I showed them was overloaded. How embarrassing.

It all ended happy. No injuries, just a lot of excitement. Aw, the memories.

Shredded zucchini

I made a chocolate zucchini cake today. It smells good. It looks good. I am waiting for company. We are having steaks and vegetables on the grill with potatoes. I hope they like it.

This morning my daughter and I caught an old movie from 1974. "Earthquake" had us laughing pretty hard at the pathetic special effects. When the elevator fell down the shaft, they actually drew blood splatters on the screen! Fake beyond belief. It was so awful it was hilarious!

Funny to see Pam from Dallas in an Afro. And the errors in the film were plenty. It was amusing to see that they cast Ava's character as the daughter of Lorne. He was 59 at the time the movie was made and she was 52. Good grief! She looked way too old for the part.

And, what in God's name were they trying to do with Walter's character? A dancing drunk. It was very, very sad.

For the record

Here is a picture of the giraffe statue at the zoo. The real giraffes were far away and my photos were a bit sub par to do anything with.

My nephew is home and "resting." So says his sister. He is wearing a neck brace and his side is all bandaged up and if I know him he is probably playing in the floor with his little niece.

I am going to attempt a chocolate zucchini cake tomorrow. I hate to jinx it. I got the chocolate chunks instead of the chips. I dug out my bundt cake pan. As I have mentioned before, I do well on top of the stove. When I have to open up the oven door, eh, not so good.

More school shopping tonight. Lots of people out and about. Mad rushes to finish up the shopping.

And for those of us who spent their teen-age years in the 70's, a sigh for the memories. The record(s) may be broken, but certainly not forgotten.

The one, the only "Mr. Sp!tz"

Sprinkling sunshine

On the north side of my Mom's house, looking up into the tree. I didn't spend much time on this side of the house when I was growing up. It was a narrow strip of yard bordering on one of the meanest neighbors known to young children. An old grouchy man (think Mr. Wilson of Dennis the Menace) and you have the one, the only Hatchie Truex. Hatchie. Honest to God. I have no idea what his real name was. You grow up with a name hearing it on a daily or weekly basis you get used to it. You don't think about it until you say it out loud to somebody years later and they fall off their chair laughing. "Hatchie?" What kind of name is that? Beats me. It fit, though.

He shot birds with his bee bee gun and shot my sister's car window one time. We also believe that he shot one of our beagle dogs with a bee bee. Could not prove it, but we suspected. He didn't like kids. He was rumored to have been married. For a week. A week. Rumor has it the lady ran back home. You can imagine what kind of stories we kids made up about that.

If you look at a comic strip of Dennis the Menace and see Mr. Wilson, that is almost exactly what this guy looked like. Without a shirt. I can still remember that vision of this balding guy with a gut as big as a beach ball out there tilling his garden in the hot sun. It was not a pretty sight and it has taken me a long time to erase it from my memory. If I have.

My nephew may be released from the hospital tomorrow. He healed internally (I hope). He will wear a neck brace for a while. Not sure of the condition of the other fellow. The other fellow had his pelvic girdle operated on. He landed on his behind, whereas my nephew landed on his chest. They believe they landed on the ATV's.

The Railroad companies are having to crack down on this illegal activity all over the country. It has become a very popular (albeit dangerous) sport for ATV's to ride the rails.

I finished an autobiography of Glen Campbell, "Rhinestone Cowboy." The book had me laughing out loud in a few places. I had to smirk at his remark that he never lies, and when asked if he had an affair with Bobbie Gentry his reply was "We were never in love." What a way to skirt that issue.

He ended this amusing and colorful story with a sermon. It was his story. He can do what he wants. I have more books to read. One of Johnny Cash and one of The Monkees. Come to find out that Glen did a lot of guitar work for The Monkees in the mid-60's.

Some jelly fish from the zoo

Beautiful, cool. Out of the hot sun, inside the Aquarium. Glow in the dark jelly fish.

Not much news on my nephew. I understand the my sister is probably spending a lot of time at the hospital and travelling. You cannot use a cell phone in the hospital. I have tried calling her cell phone, but she does not answer and the mailbox is full.

My other sisters have heard bits and pieces here and there. The land owner may file trespassing charges. One sister told me that our nephew called his Mom while she was at the house, so he is able to sit up and use the phone. We think the hospital is waiting to see if most of his injuries heal on their own. No word on the other rider.

Active and Feisty

This dog barked almost all day long while we cleaned up my Mom's old house. It has been 7.5 years since my Mom passed. We don't let go easily.

Some folks meander through life at a leisurely pace, some cartwheel through. My nephew is the type that cartwheels through life (active and feisty). He did Motocross for years, taught hang gliding in North Carolina and sometime last night shortly after midnight cartwheeled a 4-wheel ATV right over a cliff.

The news is reporting that the cliff was 80 feet, but we are thinking it is more like 30. My nephew was wearing a helmet. Another rider went over also, not wearing a helmet. The other rider was life flighted directly from the scene, my nephew was taken by ambulance to one hospital and then later life flighted to another hospital.

The word is that my nephew and his friend (a co-worker) were in a group of riders, following an experienced leader who knew the terrain when for some reason or another, the two of them took off on their own. The story will unfold as time goes on. My nephew, of course, has no memory of the accident. In some cases, that is how the brain handles trauma.

My nephew has a bone at the bottom of his skull that is broken. He has a punctured lung, a bleeding spleen, and a laceration on his bowel. They were in water for over an hour before professional help could arrive. The terrain was that dense. My niece's boyfriend arrived at the scene first and held their heads above water until more help arrived. He said the water was chest deep.

My nephew is no stranger to broken bones and injuries and hospitals. You don't drive Motocross for more than a decade with no injuries.

Yep. So I get up this morning and after hearing the news, I prepare to drive back to Pittsburgh. That didn't happen. My sister called to say that he is in ICU and they won't allow any more in the room than 2 at a time. My family travels in packs of 8 or more.

My sister and her family were gearing up for this fair. They have always shown cows, sheep and such. They were not showing any animals this year, but my niece sings with the band and her boyfriend is heavy into the tractor pulls.

This will be a fair year they won't soon forget.

Penguin rally

It appeared as if they were all gathered together and listening to a speaker. We were at the Pittsburgh zoo all day today. Whew. I am whipped. Yesterday we shopped til we dropped. Just about. School clothes. No sales tax in Pennsylvania (on clothes).

Lucky brand Sundowns broke the bank. Ouch. I am still rubbing my sore wallet.

I got turned around a couple of times in Pittsburgh. There was construction. The AAA Triptik had to go out the window when the bridge they suggested was closed. Couldn't they have at least checked here before they filled it in? From then on it was vague memory and my wits.

My wits were out because of the wee bit of sleep I got the night before. In the motel room, I had an air conditioner unit that was on the fritz. My daughter was sawing logs, so I didn't really want to call anyone to come and fix it. I listened to it pop and snap a few times, click, click. Stop and start and then I just finally put it out of it's misery (and mine). The room got warm, but not too bad. At least I fell asleep after that.

We watched some of the Olympic Parade of Nations. And, what a city to be in when the Steelers beat the Eagles.

On the roof

I guess this is one way to ride along. He probably wouldn't give her a turn. They are relatives of my niece.

Migraine hit hard last night and all day today. It still hurts. I want to go to bed, but that is when I feel the pain the most. When I stop. Ugh.

We are headed out of town for the week-end. I hope to have pics of some wild and crazy critters when I return. I really hope the pain is gone by morning.

Rewind or skip forward

My eyes hurt today. My head hurt. The rain? Never came. Maybe later tonight. That is not my eye. It is my daughter's eye. Last year's eye.

I want to rewind the day and start over. No, on second thought, I want to skip forward. Today was just bad. A bad day. I don't want to rewind and relive it. There was nothing I did that I could change. Things just happen this way from time to time.

I wrote it all down and saved it to disk. I won't post it. It is too much, too personal for here.

It wasn't my daughter. It affects my daughter (not medical) but she and I are fine.

People and their psychological games. They probably don't even realize they are playing them. I rolled with it. I swayed with the waves instead of fighting against them. I want to move forward. Yes, I know that you are on your high horse. I know that you are biting back the "I told you so". Just tell me what I need to do so I can get the job done. Go ahead. Give me all the traps, delays and setbacks you can throw at me. I'll knock them down. I'll get it done. You cannot beat me.

To post the reading inventory from Tabor's blog below. The books from the list I have read are in bold print.

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkienn
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - J.K. Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M. Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkienn
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - L.M. Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On the Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - A.S. Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - E.B. White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Ugh. Only 12. I was surprised at "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins and "Brideshead Revisited" by Evelyn Waugh. (Who is a man, by the way). Hollywood is remaking this movie. I do hope they don't massacre it. I so adore the 1981 version.

Regardless, I have a new library list.

It figures

Here is one of the lakes near my house. A hot summer afternoon.

Blogger had a fit with posting photos last night. I went online to the G00g!e help and thought I had it figured out with Pic@sa. I posted how I did it and this morning I look and my picture was non-existent. It figures. Any poor soul that followed my advice probably thought I was nuts.

If you check Blogger status they have it fixed now.

Summer is trudging along. My daughter is excited for her last year of school. She does not want to continue with the home schooling. I thought she would return to public school. She is not one who likes that much isolation. Which is a good thing.

We hope to visit a zoo out of state this week-end and do some shopping. Her choice, not mine. The older I get the more I am bothered by the caging of these beautiful animals. However, if not for zoos I would never have seen most of them.

I guess we will trade one zoo for another. (I may have enough critters to qualify.)

They were as big as plates

My brother's hibiscus flowers were as big as plates. You can see a beetle hiding in the middle.

Jumping Bear

My brother's house and all but 2 of his dogs. I think. The Yorkies start to blur together and I think they have four. Maybe five. Anyway the little chihuahua in there is the "teacup" one they got a couple of years ago. She runs back and forth with Bear (the outside larger dog in the caged run) and they both get their exercise. The Yorkies have sensitive legs and backs and though they run down to say "hello" to Bear, they don't run back and forth along the run with him the way the little chihuahua does.

I like to think they are saying "Hello". It could be something more sinister like, "You're ugly and your mama wears sled dog booties!"

My visit to my brother's house paid off. I got two zucchini, two cucumbers, one yellow squash and five tomatoes. We did not take Sable with us on this trip. I couldn't do that to my brother's dogs or to Sable.

I have not put up my beetle trap yet. I may not. My brother and his wife empty theirs three times a day. They have it in the front yard hanging under a tree yards away from their back yard flowers and plants. They get thousands of beetles in that trap. I should have taken a picture of it. It was half full when I was there. Their roses, hibiscus, beans and cherry trees are still getting eaten alive by the pests. Sigh. It is just that kind of year. Mine are not as bad. My hostas have taken the brunt of it and that may be something entirely different.

We went to see Hancock the other night. I have to say that I was disturbed. Maybe that isn't the word. Uncomfortable. The first part of the movie was fine. Then it changed and I was thinking to myself "No. I do not like the turn (or twist) this movie is going." After I read a few remarks and comments on the movie, a lot of other folk feel the same way. I have questions about the ending also. How will things be in forty years? I don't want to spoil it here. I liked all the characters and even though there may have only been one possible ending, it left a lot of questions.

After reading the summary by Wikipedia it clears up a little bit of what I had missed during the movie. It bothers me though that the mortals in this case will age and she won't. How do they deal with that in 10, 20 and 30 years?

I do like the super hero part. And how they changed him from an S.O.B. to a comical and reluctant super hero. I also like the humorous acting I am seeing from Jason Bateman in various movies I have seen. Charlize looked good in some parts, haggard and drained in other parts.

My daughter and I thought it was just a little too crass to show the prison scene and how Hancock deals with a couple of bully inmates. We got the picture before they showed the result. I did not think there was any call for the continuation of the scene. It reminded me a bit of Bruce Almighty with the monkey scene.