STUPID NUISANCE BIRD!!

This past week we have had a real pest. A Tow-hee. Crazy is what it is. Woke use us up three mornings pecking at his reflection in the mirror/sunshade Mylar on the bedroom patio sliding door. Wanted to ring his neck. First we covered only the lower part. Then he would fly up, flap flap, try to hover, and peck. so, we covered up 3/4 of the door. He would still fly all the way up, flap flap, and try to peck. then tried to fly into the window. OK, so, we ended up covering the entire door. He never bothered the other part of the door, as that has the screen over it, so it is a visible barrier.
Now, we always get a Poinsettia for our anniversary. Hb. just set it out. That stupid bird, is trying to drive what it is, away. He goes round and round pecking at the pot. Looking for it's feet. It also trys the 'domination' move. but bird can't mount flower pot. He actually spends all day at it. So, Hb. moved it under the Camellia tree. The bird is not afraid of people. guess I will try to change it's mind.
I found this on the web, because I don't have photo of my own. It's a good pic. I hope they don't mind. I couldn't find the photographer's name.
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COCO AND RAIN

It was dark, the sun had set. A cool rain hissed and spit against the windows, as though to break the glass and bring the cold in. The window was sturdy and stoutly resisted. Even though the furnace was on, there were yet cold draughts in the corners. She had built a fire in the fireplace. Now it was more comfortable. The rain decided to come down harder and colder. A seemingly veritable assault. She got up from the chair and went to the kitchen. I will make me some hot Toddy chocolate. So she did. steaming hot, creamy, rich and fragrant.
She picked up the hot mug, with a potholder, to protect her hands and help the drink stay hot longer.
Walked by the sofa to get the lap throw, continued to the chair by the vibrant fireplace, quietly burning. as she settled herself in the big cozy chair. a small parti-colored poodle, rose from the rug by the fire where she had been drowsing, came over, sat up and pawed the air. The bitty companion was asking to come up. She in the chair set the mug down and patted her lap, Columbine was up almost before the lady had finished the pat. Poodle sniffed toward the chocolate. "no, no", none for you", you will get a treat later.
Columbine, sniffed in disgust. Turned around three times and settled down in the lap. fine, a lap is better anyway, she seemed to say.
So, they cuddled there, all cozy and warm, listening to the rain and drowsing.
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SNOWFLAKES? HAH!

We did not have snow. there was a light skiff that melted soon. the hills had a bit more. Even the Summit didn't get what was hoped. Too much build up, way huge let down.
Maybe next time they will be a little more cautious.
However the city did get some, and a couple of little girls got to make an 18" Snowman. Hey, there isn't any height limit for a snowman.
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STOP THIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Microsoft has openly stolen my identity. My blog identity- silverlight- who does he think he is? Not god. I have been using silverlight since 2006. How dare someone like him, rip me off. Or anyone else, for that matter. Silverlight is owned by me. always has been.
Mr. Gates, you are a cad and a bounder. You are so rich, you could think up your own name. Take my name off those programs now.
come on, be a gentleman.
No wonder hackers are always after you.
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NO, NOT MUCH

You wonder, yes you may,
why I do not have a
thing to say
about, any of my days.
Mostly my days, have
nothing to report.
they are not the sort.
Do you really wish
to read my plaints,
If you do, you are a saint.
Really, there is nothing
you've not heard before.
after awhile, such things
can be a bore.
Did I not say that before?
Well, today is much
like yesterday.
Sitting, watching the
SUN go by on his
his way,
across the sky.
So, we sit in ennui
and do in boredom sigh.
remembering all we
used to do.
And who we used to be.
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BUTTERCUPS

Once upon a Buttercup,
a Butterfly flew by
and supped it up.
now wherefore did
that Butterfly have
permission to sup my cup.
surely not from me.
Each morning I looked
forward to sup myself
from my fresh-filled
cup of Butter
From my golden
Buttercup.
No bad mannered
Butterfly has the right
To rob me of my
Luscious gift of butter
from my personal
golden floral bowl.
Now this plaint of mine
To the top I shall take.
and valid plea I shall make.
Surely Lady Mother will
rule in mine favor
because, she knows
how I do savor,
her daily gift of
butter for my toast,
And to the her
I give her boast.
And so, naughty Butterfly
Go find your own cup
of sweet butter ,
to sup up.
By mine buttercup
no more flutter.
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PLAYTIME

I love this picture. very idealistic. I wish---but, my mother never really played with me. not really. she admitted, she was never a doll person. and she had an unsure outlook, to see me love my dolls. Although, she did teach me how to thread a needle, at which I am very good. and how roll a knot without a tail, at which, I am only 50% successful.
When I was in high school, my dad had a partnership with another guy, to grow safflower. So, we occasionally visited the family. They had a sweet and I think, lonely little girl. Perhaps she was 5.
One time when I was there, I was talking to her and her mother. The elfin asked me to play tea party with her. I was very discomposed. I had no idea what to say, but, I said, " I think I am too big to play like that".
She said, " my momma plays with me all the time".
Me, "oh". very embarrassed.
"I guess it's because, maybe, my momma never had time to play with me".
As with with most children, that led to a string of unanswerable 'whys'.
Her mother saw we were in a box canyon and distracted Sally, with a promise of a treat later.
My dad was ready to leave, so we left.
But, I've always remembered that. And wished "I hadn't been so conscious of my teenage-semi-adult state, to think playing 'tea time' with a tot, would in someway, diminish my 'teenage'consequence.
Before I was in my teens, I always played with serveral of my tiny cousins. Even the little ones of the men who worked for my Dad.
I considered myself to have been very silly.
Next year the family moved away, as the safflower didn't work out. So I never got a second chance.
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