Mizz K
yesterday reminded me that I can’t find some things:
- Snow dense enough to pack into snowballs.
- New flavor types. Did you know humans can taste only four flavors – sweet, salt, bitter and sour? I’ve been robbed. “Scotty, beam me up and take me away!”
- Moisture. Our vinyl window clings just won’t…
- The character map feature in MS Word that I so used to love when typing things in foreign languages.
- Anything resembling the poignant power of Stephen’s Stills’ demo tapes of the late ‘60s, he being one of Texas’ finest songsmiths.
- Hustle-and-bustle. The surprise is many of you would wig-out at the silence of the prairie lambs.
- Stress that I don’t bring to myself. You know me, Mr. Drama Magnet when I was younger. I’m recovered, so bring on those millions of dollars of challenge -- “I spit on you!” (movie quote)
But what
have I found?
- Prairie dogs. Did you know they’re my friend Lee’s muse, his inspiration, and their existence is his raison d’etre? Editor’s Disclaimer: Just because his inspiration is to grab his 30.06 rifle with ballistic calibration scope and market his prairie dog fur caps, isn’t the point here…
- Unsought beauty in startling stark tableaus, like a cactus flower in the desert.
- Roaring Spring. Pioneer-fever Summer. Blustery Autumn. Soul-wrapping Winter.
- Wineries. Ste. Chappelle is the foremost of Idaho’s post-Prohibition wineries, a tradition revived from scratch after families like the Rothschilds abandoned the Lewistown, Idaho area vineyards. We now have 20 wineries. No, I’m not a winey and we’ve really done but one decent day’s tour, but so much to look forward to!
Smithsonian Article du Jour:
For when you
think your Life is oh so very tough … First World Problems (quick meme):
I hate my
government but I live too comfortably to get motivated enough to do anything
about it.
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