I am sorry, and I know this isn’t going to help

but a challenge to the spirit indeed.

Yesterday, hope, and yes these were shot in colour.  Goldeneye’s [I finally remembered without getting out the book. They have very cute relatives called Buffleheads, a much better name, and once I mentioned them to the handsome marina owner when he was taking me to the cottage in the water taxi, and he replied that they were delicious.  A not in Kansas anymore kind of moment, but I have gone more than parenthetical, apologies dear reader.] are often the first to return, and this spot just off the shore is often an attractive fishing locale for ducks and humans in the summer.  The ice got patchy, and they began to fish.  Yesterday.

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But this morning?  Pathos.

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Thank heavens for tea.  And down comforters.  Sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but feathers of the goose be covers for the lucky human.  It is a beautiful boathouse, but it doesn’t have a certain facility and so I got to take a picture from this vantage point, after morning ablutions.  I spoke briefly with my mother in-law whom I spotted awake in the cottage, and we more laughed like lunatics than actually conversed, but it was communication enough.

I have tried burying my head in sand and snow on this blog, but now I will use feathers which I am finding highly effective.

Have a Tuesday, I know I am going to.

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20 Responses to I am sorry, and I know this isn’t going to help

  1. xty says:

    Finding erotic subliminal messages in bread is a sure sign of cabin fever.
    Is there a moon? Everything has been replaced with a cold white fog, including my brain.

  2. Pete Maravich says:

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  4. Pete Maravich says:

    should be working on my resume and this likely doesn’t qualify.

  5. Pete Maravich says:

  6. xty says:

    No openings for psychic cyber d.j.’s?

  7. xty says:

    A terrible picture, taken through the window, which is luckily encased in plastic, of what we call robins (but I think they are not true robins, but a kind of thrush?) eating sumach in the snow:

  8. xty says:

    The American Robin Turdus migratorius is one of the best-known birds in North America. It was given its name by the early settlers, who thought that, with its reddish breast, it resembled the English Robin. However, the American Robin is a thrush, not a robin, and except for the colour of its breast, it does not look like the small brown European bird.

    http://www.hww.ca/en/species/birds/american-robin.html

  9. xty says:

    turdus migratorius?

    life is weird

  10. xty says:

    The English, or European Robin – you never know when you might need to answer a specific question in order to cross a bridge:

  11. Pete Maravich says:

  12. Dryocopus pileatus says:

    Turdus migratorius huh? i feel less bad now for shooting some of them back when i was a holy terror with a BB gun. hey, i was just a kid. besides, i didn’t know it was illegal!

  13. Dude Stacker says:

    Oh c’mon now, both of you- you didn’t know turdus migratorious? I even posted it a few weeks ago. Makes me wonder if you have a clue about homo erectus……………..(hint- not an aroused gay man) 😉

  14. Pete Maravich says:

    homo erectus is commonly found in home made bread, correct?

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  16. Dude Stacker says:

    Pete- that’s a good one! Contrary to Xty’s cabin fever theory, what I saw was sine qua non- someone once told me that if they cut open my brain, they were sure an orgy would spill forth.

  17. Dryocopus pileatus says:

    taxonomy is just rote memorization and Latin. what i really want to know Dude is what are your sentiments regarding this f*****g weather? 👿

  18. Dude Stacker says:

    Hmmm……. sentiments conjur sentimental…….will we be wishing for cooler weather in a month or two? I have a feeling it will go from too cold to too hot in no time flat. I got a good sweat up on Sat.

    As in Uncle Paul’s movie:

  19. Dude Stacker says:

    start at 2:50

  20. Pete Maravich says:

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