Mom Joke of the day. "What sound do porcupines make when they kiss? Ouch!"
WHO? WHO? One mystery solved. The midnight stalker who has been cleaning out the finch feeder has been unmasked so to speak (no not a racoon). As finches and all avifaunae (fun word) crash and burn at sunset, we couldn't figure what or who was draining the feeder overnight. Well at 5:30 am the answer was clear. One juvenile deer dude was keeping watch, and the other was draining the feeder with its long sticky tongue. Can't figure out why they didn't knock the darn thing down. Lookout deer was staring right at me as I peered out the window which, like most teenagers, is both defiant and dumb. You've been ID'd buddy-run! So now the finches need to fight for their spot at the all-purpose feeder in the backyard which seems to go by size. Finches are low on the totem pole. They end up ground-scooping with the squirrels.
EVERY MAN'S DEATH DIMINISHES ME... Isn't it odd that the shooting of two armed, trained soldiers by a lone gunman is a national calamity and immediate action is taken, but 20 first graders killed by a lone gunman and any action suggested is an affront to the 2nd amendment. Both are the same. Though the first was the direct result of the illegal actions and rhetoric of our clown-in-chief. The second was our inability to understand easy access to guns and no access to mental health treatment. Again, both have the same result, and each death affects and hurts us all...as we are all a part of mankind.
ADVENTURES WITH THE OH As the youngest members of his congregation the OH and his buddy (in their middle 70's) are tapped for nativity duty, i.e., dragging and setting up shed, bed and various plaster people on the church lawn. This requires loading and unloading and building very heavy parts and pounding stakes in the frozen ground like a circus tent. Couple this with usually freezing temps and you have a heart attack waiting to happen. Young folks don't really go to church anymore. At any rate, long johns, stiff canvas hunting pants, boots, hat, coat and gloves were all donned as he headed to his truck. Then a quiet "damn". I thought he was trying to figure out how to get all that bulk under the steering wheel and seat belt. No, like the proverbial toddler bundled in six layers for his five minutes in the snow he needed a bathroom break. LOL. Hey, we've all been there. Reminds me of the daughter needing to use the facilities while wearing her voluminous wedding gown. Dress manipulation is the major duty of bridesmaids in case you wondered about their most important role other than ceremonial.
As I see the ads for the annual Children's Ballet performance of the Nutcracker. I recall when the OH was the official photographer of the principal dancers about 40 years ago. His pictures actually graced the lobby of the Wharton Center. That was his photographer era when he tried a little side hustle "Tomorrow's Memories". After the stresses of a couple of wedding shoots and the need for bifocals he decided to just forego the professional experiences. He abhors the age of phone photos. You might get the shot, but usually not of the quality he prefers. Like me he hates to be photographed so he would rather be behind the camera.
TURKEY TIME Did turkey and all the trimmings with the kids as we watched the LIONS blow through another defeat snatched from the jaws of victory? MSU's football coach got fired. But on the bright side, MSU basketball is rolling along for the moment, so we'll take it...in green and white please. Sore from shoveling today so going to cut it off short. I worry about the boy moving snow on his own out there, but fortunately we had enough snow to be able to use the massive 4-stroke. He likes to go up and down the street as well. I stupidly hand shoveled walk and porch. Peace out/stay strong 💚 💛💙
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