the mouse in the willow and the fry in the lake
The sad young mouse looked out of his tiny window in the willow tree down at the lake below. He saw a tiny creature in the water and asked his mother what it was. She said that is a fry. “Well, how does he breathe under water mommy?” His mother looked at him for a moment and then said, “Well, you see son. The fry’s mother has great magical power and she passed some of that magical power to her son so he too can breathe under water. ” The tiny mouse said, “Wow. I wish I had magical powers.” She looked at him and smiled and said “Everyone is magical in their own way. Even you. ”
The next day the mouse was on ground next to the lake and saw the little fry crying. He asked the little fry why he was crying. “Some tall creatures, came and took my mommy,” the little fry said sobbing. The mouse remembered what his own mommy had said about the fry’s mother being magical and told the fry it would be ok. Your mother will be back soon enough little fry do not worry. But the little fry continued to cry. It wasn’t long before the tall creatures returned and the little mouse hid behind a large plant by the water. The tall creatures released the fry’s mother gently back into the water and he noticed she had some new colorful adornment on her with strange markings. After the tall creatures left, the little mouse went back to the edge of the water where the little fry was jumping with excitement after being reunited with his mother. “Mommy, mommy, there is the magical mouse I was telling you about.” After hearing the fry’s kind and intriguing words, the little mouse smiled widely, his first smile in many days.
I felt like writing a little story tonight. The daily prompt words have been challenging lately. LOL.
the pearl opaque, the clam half-baked
It seemed like a good day for a non-sequitur. Some time ago we amassed a noble dog army to help fight the evil snake empire. Today the snake empire injured two of our little brave warriors, Nala and Wilburt. We think Nala took the brunt of the venom so she’s sleeping in the little dog hospital tonight with an IV drip, antibiotics, and benedryl. Wilburt is still here on blueberry hill toughing it out. The dog doctor aka vet called us an hour or so ago and gave us a bit of good news that Nala’s swelling doesn’t appear to be getting worse and her heart rate is still good. The same cotton mouth moccasin bit both of them. Wilburt is pictured below – it’s difficult to see it from this picture but his left side of his face and neck is swollen. He’s getting doses of benedryl.
We’re hoping that both our little brave warriors live through this ordeal. Nala is the main one we are worried about because her head and neck was extremely swollen. The snake is dead but the evil snake empire is getting an early start since the warm season is just beginning. Sargent our biggest and toughest warrior has already killed one of the snake fighters a while back all by himself – he really hates snakes. He’s a blue heeler and he’s already survived a direct hit from one of the vipers last year. The only thing that scares him is lightening and bad weather. LOL.
About 10 years ago I killed over a dozen ground rattlers in one season. I opened our sliding glass door that same year and happened to catch something out of the corner of my eye and it was one of them trying to slither into the house. He didn’t make it. Hopefully between the dog army, the new chicken army, and Midnight the Ninja Cat we can beat back the evil snake empire from blueberry hill.
you got to be jolting me
So today on the way home from work I stopped and picked up some Chinese food, including chicken and brocolli which was in brown sauce that had gotten on the plastic bag the plate was in. And predictably the unavoidable happened, the brown sauce got all over my right hand. I scrubbed my hand incessantly with a napkin because I knew I had to make one more stop on the way home. I had to get my new baby chicks a chicken feeder and waterer so I could keep their cage cleaner than it is with the temporary bowls and such. So i went into the farm supply store and grabbed what i needed and then some additional items so I could get out quickly. The girl at the register was very nice and chatty. I told her i had just bought 8 baby chicks from them a few days ago so I needed to buy them a feeder and waterer; she held up the ceramic eggs i had also bought and gave me a strange look. She said wow they grow up fast don’t they – meaning the ceramic eggs are used to encourage fully grown hens to lay eggs in a nest. I smiled and said well I have older chickens too that are already laying eggs. And I explained my purpose in buying each additional item as she scanned it. I paid for all the items and she reached forward to hand me my receipt and she snatched her hand back initially with a quite “shocked” look on her face and carefully handed me the receipt as to keep her distance from me. Her chatty demeanor had changed also and she wasn’t interested in conversation all of a sudden. I kind of looked at her with a puzzled glance and shrugged my shoulders and walked out. As I was walking out the door I saw streaks of peculiar brown sauce now partially dried on my right thumb. Apparently in my rush to wipe all the Chinese sauce off my hand and finish my errands I had missed some. I felt like i should go back in and explain the situation at once but I was too embarrassed so i continued onward to the car and drove off quickly.
the new baby chicks were a little cranky when they first arrived
I have 5 chickens currently and two are so old they can barely walk. I don’t normally cull/euthanize them as I let them pick their own time to go or unfortunately sometimes a predator decides for them. Today, I decided to start a new flock so I bought 8 baby chicks from Tractor Supply – I’m keeping the old flock also but I’ll probably keep them separated. I use chickens to help recycle kitchen vegetable food waste so we send less to the landfill. I also throw leaves that I rake up from the yard into their pen and I let them free range as much as possible in fenced in areas I’ve created. Chickens are much more efficient at composting than using compost tumblers or compost piles.
I try to let them get as close to my garden as I can depending on the crop type and I think they help control insects so I can keep my garden more organic and use less pesticides. I only use pesticides when I have no other choice and sometimes even then I don’t use them. LOL. I’ve lost entire crops to insects sometimes because I didn’t use pesticides. And when that happens I feed the lost crops including the insects (if possible) to the chickens. Of course another benefit of having chickens are eggs.
I find it ironic that the box i brought them home in is shaped a lot like a KFC box. A few interesting notes about terminology. If you buy straight run chickens of any breed then that means it contains males and females randomly since with most breeds you can’t easily distinguish between males and females when they are young. If you buy pullets only then it only contains females.
The low here in Florida tonight is 62 degrees Fahrenheit so that’s a wee bit chilly for young chicks as you can tell by them huddling close together to stay warm. I hooked up a 75 watt incandescent light bulb to give them a tad bit of heat to get them through the night. The government has cracked down on the old light bulb types so it’s getting harder to find them when you really need them for their heat. The gov wants everyone to buy the new non-incandescent types that are more energy efficient and give off little heat. I’m ok with that because it makes the country more energy efficient but it doesn’t make it any easier for me raising baby chicks.
measure once, cut twice – old carpenter’s proverb
I used today’s Daily Prompt word of “measure” as an excuse to take a picture of some of my dad’s woodwork and talk a little about him. We lost him to lung cancer on Nov 1, 2004, less than a week after his 65th birthday. He always looked forward to turning 65 so he could receive his retirement check (Social Security). He didn’t get to enjoy that check as it came in the mail a few days after he had passed away. That year, I had just started a another semester at Florida State University working towards my Master’s degree when he told me he had just found out he had cancer, and we had his funeral before I finished that same semester.
I miss the long philosophical conversations me and him used to have and his funny witty jokes. I’m not sure how he got to be so good at checkers but that’s one game I never beat him at. After the Internet became a thing, he loved to play checkers online where he finally found some decent competition and his rankings in the game were quite envious. He loved vegetable gardening and the outdoors. But he also loved watching tv; when I worked at a movie rental company, I kept him supplied with movies and I was thinking there was no way he could remember watching that many movies so I occasionally and purposely gave him one I had brought to him before and he would always catch it and he would say he watched it again but he thinks he had saw that one before. LOL.
In the picture he made the shelf, the wooden box, and the little church coin bank. Me and my daughter made the little white dalmatian. We’ve did several of the little 3-d wooden animals and I’ll post more of them on other days. My dad didn’t make a lot of figurines as he thought most items should be functional and not just for looks. I got the gazelle from a flea market and the stone items from Pier 1 imports many years ago and snagged the matryoshka doll recently from Amazon.
The wooden bowls I bought from a kind old man who was selling his wooden wares beside the highway. He showed me a some old tattered Polaroids of his wife and her pet raccoons. I could tell he loved and missed his wife very much even though he said he lost her many years ago. I’ve always had a lot of respect for woodworkers and carpenters and I figure most of them like my dad believed strongly in the old carpenter’s proverb. Measuring once and cutting twice not only can save money but time and can cut down on waste. All of them that I’ve ever met take pride in what they do and have an appreciation for hard work.
The Timely Refrain from Life’s Domain
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
the dry grass high the distance far
the wind soft the trees stretch high
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
time creeps no sneaks elusive it peaks
from behind every valley atop every hill
walk, speak, run but don’t no don’t look back
you can’t escape fate life bestows
don’t try you’ll fail then weep so deep
time time hide hide not now not now
not ever not ever one more day one more day
old frail silent heart i miss thy song
old frail silent heart i miss thy song
Whew. Didn’t mean to go all existential and such. Not sure if it’s grammatically correct and makes sense but decided to play with words today. I had a hard time coming up with something with the word “timely” geez. 🙂 I started not to add a picture because i wanted everyone to read it in their own way. Hopefully I’m not plagiarizing any of it because I kept thinking some of it sounded familiar but I googled several parts of it and didn’t find any hits.
he wasn’t pleased; this wasn’t the droid he was looking for.
As a matter of fact this was no droid at all – this was a malfunctioning iPod touch. Malfunctioning as in the very important home button had stopped working. I’ve had the device for nearly four years and used it practically every day and the home button stopped working over a year ago. It’s not a perfect workaround but check out this link from apple if you have the issue with yours and don’t want to fork out so much money to have it repaired. Sorry about the corny set up for today’s PSA but hey, Star Wars is fun. One final comment on the droid thing; you’ve probably saw the various inspirational posters out there – this link is a nice twist on that.
Finally, on a different note, one of my favorite things to do is visit flea markets and yard sales. The Storm Trooper is on a creature called a dewback. I snagged them both for $5 which I thought was a good deal. I bought the hot wheels in the background from a nice Hispanic family at Sadie’s Flea Market in Dothan, AL along with a bag full of toys including an awesome giant pirate ship.
I liked the following picture better than the one at the top but it didn’t make sense with my caption to have an R2 unit working with a storm trooper. LOL.
After hours of fighting the mighty dust bunny army, I was finally able to rout the dirty relentless foes. I decided to take a picture of the battlefield before they regrouped and formed a counter attack. Luckily for me I was able to unravel their advantage of numbers with my weapons of choice, swiffer and pledge. The beautiful photo on the monitor is compliments of unsplash.com and volunteers. Which by the way, is an awesome website for getting free photos.
If you’re reading this you probably paused for a moment while the error-correction part of your mind paused and said wait a minute that’s not how that beautiful beautiful poem by Dylan Thomas went – we all know it is Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. And then there was rage, rage in your mind against any novice writer such as myself who would take such a remarkable piece of work in what seems like vain or some type of gimmick approaching blasphemy. But now that I gave you the hyperlink above so you can click it and see the original masterpiece in all it’s glory which has nothing but my utmost respect and admiration, my goal here is simply to use it for inspiration and follow the rules of The Daily Post since today’s word is blindly If it eases your rage feel free to consider me a fanboy of beautiful literature.
My substitution for the word “gentle” with “blindly” is a play on words to emphasize something I feel very strongly about. It’s the importance of education and life-long learning and always trying to improve yourself with the power of knowledge. You’ll see Dylan’s most popular words used over and over in Hollywood movies and one my personal favorites is with Michael Caine in the movie Interstellar The music after the narration in the video is by Hans Zimmer. It is rare that an Ad catches my attention but his ad for his Master Class is incredibly inspiring and full of wisdom.
Good poems and prose can be more powerful than the strongest weapons and some like Dylan’s seem to resonate with a universal audience. If my post tonight does nothing but to remind you to stop and smell the roses or enjoy a good work of art then to me it’s a success. It doesn’t matter whether that work of art is a good poem, book, music or movies – all that matters is it is something you enjoy and hopefully inspires you in some way. So I’ll leave you with one more narration of Dylan’s work (warning it has a four letter word at the end of it (Rodney Dangerfield’s Video) so skip it or stop before you get to the end of it if profanity is offensive to you). And remember to rage against the dying of the light which in my mind means stay thirsty for knowledge and by not going blindly into that good night.
Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School
Sorry, I told you I was a fanboy – I couldn’t leave off Anthony Hopkins.
Over the years I’ve dabbled with various blogs such as blogger and setting up a Content Management System or CMS called DotNetNuke (DNN). Think of a CMS as the underlying software that drives wordpress.com. I have to say that I really like wordpress and the community around it. I’m still learning the ropes but I can already tell that the journey ahead is going to be fun. My plan with this blog is to share things I know about my many hobbies such as general literature, technology, education, science, poetry, science-fiction writing, psychology, AI, programming, linux, retro-gaming, farming, neuroscience and woodworking just to name a few. And probably my favorite topic or topics of all, books and knowledge. I couldn’t imagine living in a world without books or a world with heavy censorship and I’m glad I don’t.
One of the many things I like about wordpress is their community and many programs to encourage writing and forming new connections among blogs and bloggers. My blog entry yesterday named learning to let time heal was my foray into one of those programs called Daily Prompt. With that program they choose a word and you write a blog entry about that topic and link back to the program page for that day and they add you to that day’s comment section. It’s a very neat idea and it seems to work well to generate traffic on your site.
Another cool program is called First Friday where each week new bloggers can promote their site. Here is my plug from earlier today. Since it starts on FRI’s, I would get there early so your entry can be near the top unlike me. Mine is number five hundred and something and is on page six so I may not get many views.
My First Friday Entry for the week of April 7:
Greetings. I first visited your planet a week ago and have been amazed at all I’ve seen and learned in that week. The people and the stories are like no other planet I’ve visited and let me tell you, I’ve visited many since the beginning, back when most traveler’s used Netscape to navigate the early universe. I don’t know what I’ll find or where I’ll wind up here, but I’m excited and looking forward to the adventure.
It isn’t much but here is my little cave painting on your beautiful wall of a story from my childhood involving dragons and epic battles. I looking forward to meeting more of you and reading your stories. Thanks for making room for a weary traveler and inviting me in to your wonderful community.