PINGBACKS ARE NOT WORKING AGAIN

It seems just yesterday when I needed the Happiness Engineers of WordPress to get my pingbacks working … and then to get my reblog functions repaired. Well … It’s déjà vu all over again, as Yogi Berra said.

under-constructionThey are working on it, but in the meantime, please leave a link in a comment rather than a pingback. Hopefully, they’ll be back up and functioning soon.

CHANGING SEASONS: ALL THE WORLD IS BLOOMING

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The month started out unpromising. Cold and rainy, it was like a mini monsoon season featuring two weeks of gray skies and chilly nights.

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Then, suddenly, the rain stopped. While we shopped for groceries, spring arrived. The trees went from buds to leaves. The whole world bloomed.

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What’s this «Changing Seasons» blogging challenge?

Some words from Cardinal Guzman

«The Changing Seasons 2016» is a blogging challenge with two versions: the original (V1) which is purely photographic and the new version (V2) where you can allow yourself to be more artistic and post a painting, a recipe, a digital manipulation, or simply just one photo that you think represents the month. Anyone with a blog can join this challenge and it’ll run throughout 2016. It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t join the first month(s), late-comers are welcomed. These are the rules, but they’re not written in stone – you can always improvise, mix & match to suit your own liking:

These are the rules for Version 1 (The Changing Seasons V1):

  • Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons
  • Each month, post 5-20 photos in a gallery.
  • Don’t use photos from your archive. Only new shots.

These are the rules for Version 2 (The Changing Seasons V2):

  • Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons
  • Each month, post one photo (recipe, painting, drawing, whatever) that represents your interpretation of the month.
  • Don’t use archive stuff. Only new material!

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CHANGING SEASONS MAY 2016

ABOUT THOSE SOCKS

Two years ago, I order 30 pairs of socks in all different colors and patterns. I realized, finally, that I was down to a bare two or three pairs and I wasn’t even sure they were real pairs, but they were at least more or less the same color. Around the same time, I also bought a lot of underwear on the theory that we wouldn’t have to do laundry nearly as often if I didn’t run out of underwear. Oh, and I refilled Garry’s sock and underwear collection too.

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Yesterday, Garry did laundry. My 30 pairs of socks have shrunk to about half a dozen pairs. I swear to you not only am I really careful about keeping pairs together, but Garry is passionate about matching them up and keeping them clean. Which isn’t always easy because I wear them as slippers and have been known to go outside in socks … not really a good thing to do.

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Nonetheless, I realized no matter how much I didn’t want to face the crisis, I had to buy more socks. I found socks on Amazon — 12 pairs for $14.00 and they are all exactly the same. Because I know. We all know. Socks vanish. No matter how careful you are. No matter how hard you try to keep track of them, over time, attrition will chew at the edges until you have no more than a few days worth of socks in your drawer. You will search that drawer.

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“Who took my socks?” you cry, but no answer will come to you. They are gone through the black hole in the universe (via your clothes dryer) into which all the single socks are eventually drawn. The mythical land or planet where a single sock can live forever. They are looking down on us and laughing. Because we persist in looking for them. Foolish humans.

Garry, despite my assurances that there is nothing more he can do, that socks will go missing regardless, is sure I’m accusing him of sock-napping. He does not yet understand. There is nothing anyone can do. There are greater forces at work here than mere humans can control.

Socks-come-backSo this time, I’m ordering 12 identical pairs. As each sock disappears, I can wear it with another lonely sock. Variety is not the spice of life when discussing socks.

MORNING LIGHT – MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #60

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #60


It’s a beautiful, sunny day in our neighborhood. This is a lovely time of day for us, when the morning sun comes through the windows and lights up the deck and the kitchen. Later, there’s will be light on the other side of the house, but these are all in the light of morning.


Morning sun through the dining room French doors

Morning sun through the dining room French doors

The deck -- like a treehouse -- in the woods

The deck — like a treehouse — in the woods

Where the cameras live

Where the cameras live

The fence -- and this year, we WILL refinish it!

The fence — and this year, we WILL refinish it!

Can't resist the fuchsias glowing in the early sunshine

Can’t resist the fuchsias glowing in the early sunshine

And back inside for one more cup of coffee!

And back inside for one more cup of coffee!

RAINDROPS KEPT FALLING ON HIS HEAD

I wanted another pet. But I wanted a pet that was quiet, didn’t eat much. Obedient, attractive, friendly. A really easy keeper.

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Meet Fred. He’s undemanding, always cheerful and very bright. When I snapped this, the rain had just stopped a minute before. Say “HI Fred!”

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JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY SAGA

This has been a weird week. I do not say this lightly. It is the kind of week from which great after dinner stories come, though it might take a while before our curdled brains settle down and we get everything in order.

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Exactly a week ago, our granddaughter had a blow up with her mother, with whom she usually lives. Of course, being mostly out of touch with both Kaity and her mom, we didn’t know anything about this until our son, Kaity’s father, came by to explain that Kaity and Sandy were in a bad place. Oh, and by the way, Kaity is on her way over. As he said that, there was Kaity. With boyfriend and puppy. And all her belongings. Moving in.

Garry was in the bathroom, so imagine his surprise when he came out and discovered Kaity was in the process of moving in. He looked a bit dazed, but recovered his feet pretty fast.

Two days later, Kaity yells up the stair to tell us she is moving out. Mom’s doing better and see you later. Maybe I’ll be back.

The next day, Owen’s coworker needed a place to stay. Recovering alcoholic, but hey, who isn’t a recovering something, right? He gave us some cash for the room and moved all his stuff in. He and Garry really hit it off and everything was good.

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The next day, I noticed he hadn’t come home and when I went down to check, he — and all his stuff — was gone. I called Owen. Owen said Kirk had not shown up at work, either … but had told the boss he’d checked himself into rehab. I guess that was some shaky wagon he was on.

Not a word to us or Owen.

Today is Sunday again. A week has passed since the drama began. Garry lost his bag, found his bag. Kaity moved in, moved out, and went back to mom. Kirk is somewhere in time and space and good luck to him.

Our saga continues as nightly, until the wee hours, Garry and I follow the adventures of Angel, the Vampire with a soul.

I think the problem is demons. We are infested with demons and they are wreaking havoc with our lives. It’s the only possible explanation.

SAGA | THE DAILY POST