happy as a pig in .....

I often find people, family and friends difficult to fathom. 

 I guess I have expectations of those around me in behavior and conversations. 

 Why do they do what they do?

Thus I feel they are all to some degree crazy.  

 So today I was doing what I totally enjoy which is dusting off rocks. 

 In my world this is "normal". 

 I do not know why I find such pleasure from cleaning rocks and stones, 

but I do. 

 The new rock challenge is the wall 

that surfaced with the cutting below the house. 

 Maybe 100-200 ft long it is covered 

with pine needles,branches, sticks, leaves and wood chips

 so I am tidying it.

To me this is important.

To most it is just nuts.

  Job security as this is a huge job. 

 When done I can go back to the rocks and other stone walls

 that decorate that land that are always in need of brooming and raking.

I would venture a guess that most of my family and friends would find this behavior 

not normal, some might go so far to call this work crazy.  

We all have our little idiosyncrasies, don't we?

Keeping my rocks tidy makes this girl as
HAPPY AS A PIG IN SHIT.

1. (UK and Ireland, slang, simile, vulgar) Extremely happy, visibly happy and carefree.

spring fever

It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is. 

 And when you've got it, you want -

 oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, 

but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!  ~Mark Twain

seconds matter

Time is of the essence...

Brownfield of old

Brownfield now is not a pretty town with lovely old homes and stores. 
Not sure it ever was one of those pretty NE towns, 
but it had to be better than now.

 It lost  much to the 47 fire.

If I were to chose a town to move into it would not be Brownfield. 
Yet here I am.

 The land chose us. Thus Brownfield it is.

I have no love affair with the town or people here.
What I love is the land, and it is in the midst of EAST Brownfield.

Does that mean I get excited about Brownfield?
On and off I have tried, and over the years I have met people, 
tried a bit to fit in, it has not happened.....
Brownfield is limited and sadly not much calls  my spirit, my soul.
I am a homebody and content to just enjoy the land.

every spring

really running off this spring.  Never seen so much draining from the vernal pond

look how thick the ice is on the pond yet 

A mixture of ice, snow and water 

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pond is as deep as I have seen in our springs here

winds have been whipping the waters all day which should break up the ice

the winds make the trees shadows all wiggily

same picture evey year, sun on the water.  this year we have clouds.

a boy and his dogs

aging

Getting older seems to be a subject discussed lately.  

I am not thrilled with body parts not working so well anymore,

 but love the overall.   

This amused me years ago and I just refound it.

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out - -well, read on. While that was an "urban legend," this one is not. It's happening everyday to women just like me...

My thighs were stolen from me during the night of August 3rd, three years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal! Who would have done such a cruel thing? I spent the entire summer looking for them. I searched, in vain, at pools and beaches, anywhere I might find female limbs exposed. I became obsessed. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again! My rear end was next. I knew it was the same gang because they took pains to match my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than the original) to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. Now my rear complimented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was 2 years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning while fixing my hair, I watched horrified but fascinated, as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush.

This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced, cleverly and fiendishly, one section at a time. Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age was supposed to creep up, unnoticed and intangible, something like maturity. Then my poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkeyit now reminded me of.
This is NOT a hoax! This is happening to women in every town every night.

Warn all your friends!!!!!
PS.... Last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone. As I sprang from my bed, I was relieved to see that they were just hiding in my pajama bottoms. I now keep them tucked in my waistband. 

Knowing it all

Stay in Your Own Life

Don’t make decisions for other people. 

That will just take the focus away from your life.

Let others find their own way. 

Support them. Encourage them. Cheer them on.

But don't think you know what's good for them. 

You don't know.

When you take inappropriate responsibility for others, 

you overextend and weaken yourself.

Don’t do that. Let others live their lives

Stay in your own life and make your own decisions. 

Put your attention where it belongs.

Listen to your guidance, honor it, act on it, 

and be committed to it. That is a full time job.

From Everyday Wisdom by Paul Ferrini

~So hard to do~

watching the territory