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May 18, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Not bye-ing that

Girl and cows. (Actress Alice Calhoun, 1900, LoC/ USPD. pub.date, artist life/released CR/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Ready to have a cow? How about a banana? Only the quick survive. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Going fleet and sweet. (Or is that the sound of feet and sweat?)

While the band played boastfully, and the cheerleaders fluffed and tossed with great enthusiasm, they strode past like seasoned NBA championship ring owners, the celebrated boys high school track team headed to state. Followed quickly by the equally talented girls who were acknowledged by all, far and wide, as the best of the best, girls’ relay team.

It was actually nice to see the TV stations worshiping giving them the attention these kids really deserve. They’ve worked hard to get to this level.

Naturally a few interviewers scrambled along to chat briefly before the bus was fully loaded. One of the girls’ relay team leaders – the one who anchors that important final leg – briefly paused. ” Last year, we went and I had hoped to make a name for myself. I am really determined this time. This year, as a senior, I want to make my mark and leave my legacy at this school.

Uh, OK, go, team. Ra-ra team spirit and school honor. Go. Please. Just go.

And the band played on. (and hopefully, they all get scholarships…even the first, second and third runners also swift of foot.) Waving them.

No doubt you’ve been noticing the supposed roasting of the temperature around here. Flee! It’s a heat wave…or not…depending on your supported narrative. 

Honestly, this is the semi-tropics. Hot is us. (We never invite people we like to visit from mid May until after Halloween.)

ERCOT, who is in charge of the electric grid here, has been looking stern and issuing dire warnings for over a week about possible brownouts if the public doesn’t be good little children and behave follow recommendations which are:

  • Up – Geeze, I that direction word misused so often…ignorant  Raise (an actual verb indicating action) AC thermostats to 78 degrees Fahrenheit.
  • Don’t use the dishwasher, washing machines, or dryers between 8 am and 8 pm.
  • OR ELSE (Some trusting people actually signed on to let the power companies control their thermostat…or have Wifi/smart connections others can access…Surprise!)

How odd.

  • It’s May. Night temps have been a lovely cool-for-us lower 70’s at night. Day temps, in the 90’s – while hot – are just a degree or 1/2 a degree warmer than average temps. Even the “breaking records!!!!” that they are yelling about are only 1 to 1/2 degrees warmer than you would expect. Heat wave? If we get a string of 100+F temps, then we’ll talk, but these past weeks? Just Spring and early Summer to those natives who have endured adapted to this area.
  • Let’s not get hysterical and hyper over normal…unless you are into political campaign stuff
Vintage kitchen with people working on stove. ( 1922 film still. USPD. artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Sorry Grandma. Dinner will be late. We’re trying to figure out figure out how to retro fit an electric stove into a wood burner. Meanwhile, how about a banana?” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Rather humorous – or weird – is what wasn’t on the consumer No-NO list. Consider:

  • Is the City of Fort Worth going to be asked to shut down their Bitcoin mining pilot project ? I understand that uses lots of electricity.

(An aside: An employee of Galveston ISD got caught running a cryptocurrency mining operation on multiple school campuses after hours. Clever if you can pull it off…you knew they were going to catch him, right? They can spot unusual energy use in odd locations…like they did with Grow Houses…but I digress…)

  • Of course, there was no mention of the darlings of the administration: electric vehicles – and there are a ton of those around here – all sizes, shapes and colors. Oh, no. No touchie thoseies. Don’t even want to raise the specter of electric cars need to feed on electricity for speed and go-eee.

 (Yet another aside. Considering the cost of electric vehicles and the environmental cost to make them and their harmful-to-the-earth batteries from the mineral mining process…. how do you feel about having to immediately open a savings account after purchasing the car in order to afford replacing the Tesla Model 3 car battery pack after 5-6 years at a cost of around $16,000.00? See, all those dollars saved on gas and gas taxes (which pay for road/highway maintenance) will come in handy! But once again. Apologies for digressing…)

  • What about turning off giant gobblers of electricity in homes: computers and TV sets? (Wait, the kids will become absolutely horrid and, then the beleaguered parents – well, who knows what might happen. So, no. Pass on those. Besides the Major League Baseball, the NBA, Nascar, even Horse racing all have lobbies – and fans to be considered, right? Gotta keep their advertisers happy, too. )
  • What about all the stuff people plan to do on the weekends? Electric lawn mowers? (All the conscientious have gotten away from those messy and eco-unfriendly gas powered mowers, right?)  Batteries charging for critical leaf blowers and home project tools?

(Still another aside: Why is it only about the weekends? You’d think with all the big buildings full of people chillin’ under lights while working on computers, microwaving their lunches, riding elevators…..)

Fuzzy haired couple. 1921 film still, Rainbow. (USPD. pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Don’t fret, dahlin’. We’ll find some way to survive. Creme rinse can do a lot with hair management.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Interesting enough, heard this morning that ERCOT seems to think the energy producers will manage this summer Ok – even with the increase demand. (Source)

Fruit cake. And bananas. (Is the wolf at the door?)

That’s all I can power up to say at this point.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Speaking of bananas. This makes me smile.

(Watch on YouTube. Lyrics also here. Article on Mashable.)

Grandma! Wolf! Bananas!

 

May 6, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Importance of Peeling Grapes

Cleopatra lounging on couch. 1917 Theda Bara/Fox Film (USPD., pub.date, artist life/COmmons.wikimedia.org)

“You are aware I did take a few lessons from The Cat.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Stretched luxuriously out on her daybed, she didn’t even bother turning her head to look. It was that time of the month.

“Forget your thinly disguised attempt to slip that past us.  Although it is an upscale effort from the usual peanut butter. Still, that cheese wrap isn’t very well done: anyone would notice what you are attempting to hide inside. We suggest substitution of some of that shrimp in the ice box”

Staff: “Molly. Seriously now. You have to take your Heartworm prevention meds. Mosquito season is upon us. What’s with the Queen of Sheba attitude? Open.”

Molly Malamute (Stretching out full length. Deliberately resting jaw on wind sill): “In Egypt, we understand servants would peel grapes offered. We ask so little.”

Staff: “You can’t have grapes. Open. Tasty! So now you are channeling Queens of the Nile? You’re more European wolf than Egyptian.”

Stars.Canis Major with Sirius, Orion and NASA/ESA/Hubble telescope image/USPD)

Constellations: Canis Major with bright Sirius rising low over the horizon and Orion with his belt made of three stars (NASA/ESA/Hubble telescope image/USPD)

The Molly (Insert scathing glare here):  “Sirius is rising. Calls for our tribute and best imitation before The Inundation .”

Staff: “While you are the brightest star in our universe, that’s probably weeks off.”

The Molly:  “Sothis of Alpha Canis Majoris shall appear on the horizon as it wishes…a bit lower and later than in ancient times.  Maybe the constellation was simply social distancing. Maybe getting back on previous scheduling that was disrupted by a wobbly Earth. You must admit there’s been a lot of things wobbling off their normal axis  – a great sky reset? Humans probably messing with things they shouldn’t bringing on an early scorching. All week those Extreme Heat Advisories for the weekend. Oh, you did get my note about my ice?”

Staff: “Stop slobbering on my fingers and swallow that pill. I see you rolling it around under your tongue. There was something about ice on the desk. Now your collar now has to have diamond sparkles?”

The Molly: “You didn’t read the entire note. Granted, it was a bit paw smudged, but legible. Read the back. ‘…enough ice stockpiled to fill the bath tub which shall be commandeered as needed for dog cooling’ “?

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Life is so tedious once the summer’s heat begins. (1917.Theda Bara/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Staff:”Let me get this straight, you were planning to chill in a bathtub ice flow? OK, next time you need a bath, remind me…”

The Molly: “If there are power outages, I suppose we can always ride around in the car…like maybe to Hobby Lobby.”

Staff: “Hobby Lobby?”

The Molly (Rolling over to present tummy for scratching): “They say, in ancient Egypt, Staff would waft giant feather fans overhead to cool their Queen…Should be easy enough to make.”

Staff: (mumbling while picking up cheese crumbs) “Easier than figuring out what’s the real deal.

Why are ERCOT and the power plants shuffling and pointing fingers already talking about brownouts instead of doing their job of providing a stable adequate supply of electricity?

Not like hot weather is sneaking up unexpected. There’s signs. Go outside, Dunderheads.

What’s with the “Oh, we may have some power plants down for maintenance right now. No one wants the power maintenance done in July and August, right. (Insert manic grin from spokesman as he attempts to get listeners to nod their heads up and down in agreement.) Sooo get ready you power hogs…” What? Really? They used that same excuse during the Great Winter Freeze.  Is this like “I had it but, the dog ate my homework”? (Defamation against dogs!)

It is baffling that when there isn’t enough electricity to meet current needs (even with all the bird killers wind turbines spinning and all the farms of uncrazed solar cells in 100% sunny locations, the administration keeps inviting and settling in more and more people while at the same time insisting every single person already here should only drive electric vehicles – before we are ready to support the additional demand.”

Stars and constellations. Diagram showing how to locate Sirius by first locating Orion's Belt of three stars. (Thank you, (Jim Thomas 2006/GNU/Wikimedia.org)

Diagram showing how to find Sirius, the Dog Star, by first locating Orion’s Belt. (Jim Thomas 2006/GNU/Wikimedia.org)

The Molly: “The Cat would probably have had an explanation….maybe she wrote it down in her “Care and Feeding of Humans” manual. Shame that never got completed and published. Sure it would have been the Cat’s Meow.”

Staff: “Considering a bit of ghost writing and editing?”

Stars. Constellation Canis Major. Sirius is the brightest star. The constellation's outline looks a bit like a dog which some say is the dog that accompanies Orion the Hunter. (Roberto Mura/WIkimedia.org)

The Canis Major (“Greater Dog”)Constellation with Sirius as the brightest star. Sirius is right next to our sun on the brightness scale in the sky. Sometimes Sirius can be seen during the day with the naked eye. The constellation’s outline suggests a dog which some say is the dog that accompanies Orion the Hunter.(Roberto Mura/WIkimedia.org)

A little toothy grin as The Molly returned her gaze out the window. Pondering…what else is appealing?

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Stay tuned. heat index of 100-104 expected this weekend? Expected temps only one or two degrees above previous records, but there’s also extreme humidity  – and the annual agricultural fire smoke from Mexico. At least the pollen level is only moderate. HAHA

Preparing for the next few months of sheltering in place from the extreme Texas heat.

The Dog Days of Summer arriving early?

  • “The name “Sirius” comes from Ancient Greek seírios, meaning “scorching.” Appropriate.
  • Greeks and Romans dislike Sirius arriving and hanging around. This star was considered by Roman poet Virgil as “bringer of drought and plague to frail mortals, rises and saddens the sky with sinister light”. I guess the fleas and rats started hopping  – along with heat strokes.
  • A 2009 Finnish study tested the traditional claim that the rate of infections is higher during the Dog Days. The authors wrote, “This study was conducted in order to challenge the myth that the rate of infections is higher during the dog days. To our surprise, the myth was found to be true.” Hmmm, so is the what the CDC / Fauci / all the media is basing their claims that “Virus COVID infections may rise this summer in the South? Just in the South?…Prejudice, wishful thinking, or something they know we don’t about the border crossers?  No explanation, just blurt it out and dash off….Is it any wonder people yawn any time any one of them opens their Dooms Day mentality mouth.
Wind Turbine blade in transport on. I 35 near Elm Mott, TX (Alexi Kostibas/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Wind Turbine blade in transport on I35 near Elm Mott, TX. President Biden, this picture was from 2008. Please stop talking down to us. Everyone knows how large they are by now….maybe you just forgot that we are not all stupid. PS these components come into the TX port from CHINA. They make the majority of wind turbines and solar farm panels now….but you already knew that…at some point)(Alexi Kostibas/Commons.wikimedia.org)

 

May 2, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

The art of transformation

Sculpture carved from oak tree. Fireman and pup. (screenshot image/League City YouTube)

Life support comes from unexpected places – even to old oak trees. Fireman rescuing pup sculpture carved from heritage oak tree/screenshot image/League City YouTube)

Wouldn’t be nice if it wood, but dropped its’ crown and, while rooted in regional dominance for over 100 years, it’s gone – but gone on to at least as good function in the neighborhood. Certainly not useless.

Finally found the video of the masterful carving of a heritage tree.

Man carving sculpture of pup from oak tree (screenshot/League City YouTube)

Close up of Scout being carved. Do you thinker’s possible that the real Scout actually watered this 100 year old oak tree when it was a sapling? You know how dogs are. They are quick to welcome new things to the neighborhood.(screenshot/League City YouTube)

Can’t top this

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Man showing model of planned carving. (screenshot/League Coty YouTube)

I think he knows a little bit about what works. Here’s the artist with his model of the fireman sculpture. An uninteresting guy – who wants to make people smile with his work. Mission accomplished! (screenshot/League City YouTube)

Oh, you’ll get a real post here before long…it’s not that there’s nothing to say.

It’s just that writing topics are very much like a room school of preschoolers each whom have always been the center of attention and think it should be that way here: “Me first!”
Such confident demanding little voices. Well, best to let them all run in the field for a while and some will get tired and take a nap, while others find they can place nice with others and sort themselves into a workable group…then there’s the real loner – a creative one – that has legs and patience – or enough creativity to sing it’s own song whether anyone hears or not. Eventually they will all get their chance to be lines on stage.

Meanwhile here treed this little drama that neatly ties up the loose ends before branching out into other thoughts.

“The Moving Finger writes; and having writ (even without wit),

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit (Have you noticed that “thy” is hated by spellcheck? Must be some modern pronoun prejudice I’m clueless of.)

Shall lure it back to cancel half a line (“Shall” not “will”. Notes determination strength to perform the stated action. Some say that the unhappy Twitter employees are mostly tech oriented brains – many with English as a second language – who, by nature/nuture do not recognize all the nuances of words – and there are many – subtle nuances which misleads them for meaning or makes them nervous….if you have brainy engineers/techies in the family, that may actually sound plausible….if not possible. Chill, little birds. It’s gonna be all right. If you love something, set it free. Half life is no life.)

Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.(Can’t unring the bell. But if a tree falls in the forests, and there’s no one to hear, is there a sound? Hmm, some silent screams are the longest and loudest.)

Omar Khayyám (mostly)  

Bad fierce bunny bully. 1906, Beatrix Potter. (USPD. artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Dumb bunny behavior: Deceit and disinformation flourish when forbidden and hidden in the dark. (Bad, fierce bunny bully.1906, Beatrix Potter/USPD. artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

 

April 29, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Daze of thoughts and sugar.

funny hiring sign (© image, copyrighted, no permissions granted, all rights reserved)

Best tag line on advertisement ever. (© image)

Why bother with mediocre TV entertainment with so much amusement just outside the door.

More than a few chuckles from this clever sign.

Maybe GEN Korean BBQ will open a patio-on-the-waterway out their back door like the refurbished Tiki Bar and the Drive-thru Daiquiri Place did (Of course those encourage patrons to park their cars out front and not on the deck / boardwalk in the back – to avoid irritating the turtles and the flocks of migrating birds that lounge on the banks. A rare hidden shady respite from pavement for all. Not to mention an occasional alligator sighting could even make it a destination spot. (Please do not toss the gator chicken…it’s like the bully bears in Yellowstone. )

On new paved bike routes and by apartments, this could be a good choice of locations. Next to the Ramen Bar, down the strip center from the Guatemalan/Central American restaurant  across from the Japanese Ichibon Sushi & Hibachi Restaurant, and a stones throw from the Himalayan place and the Mediterraneao Market and Cafe.

Feeling hungry yet? We can fix that without the guilt.

Hmmm, friends on bikes doing an afternoon of restaurant crawls: “Tastes of the World Pedal Fest”. Socially commendable: exploring different cultures. Hey, you burn off the calories on the bike ride, right? Healthy and eco-friendly. Win-win-win!

Another excuse option: tell everyone you just had to stop and cool off indoors – with a little snack – multiple times – on your way to the Nature Preserve. Mumble something about participating in the Spring Migration Bird Challenge.

Might be plausible. Well, maybe not the bird watching…or the bicycles. Wait. There are electric bikes. Trendy for a reason.

Too tired to leave the house or like homemade best? Something worthy of Food Network’s “Spring Baking Championship”.  No problema:

Just add a 3-D printer to your kitchen counter jumble to create the sweetest desserts.

It may take a little practice – or an apprenticeship.

Wonder if this will turn into a career path for space colonizers.

Sounds sweet and neat, but with HEB’s bakery just around the corner…

With my luck,  it might be best to avoid any “I Love Lucy” learning curves.

Never know what else is just around the corner…like something worth a laugh or an actual blog post.

Anyway, this one stirred and served. Have a great weekend.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

April 27, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Benched. Marked growth.

wooden carved sculpture of boy reading while dog beside him looks on. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permission granted )

Pinocchio in reverse? Sculpture of boy reading while dog looks on. (© image)

Who could say no?

An invitation to “Please. Sit and stay.”

A new library bench comes complete with solid friends and dreams to share. 

When a couple of our town’s original (from the 1800’s) oak trees became shaky and too diseased to survive, League City called local artist Jimmy Phillips, owner of Inshore Sculpture, to come have a look.

Armed with a chainsaw and an image in mind, he carved a child sitting and reading with a dog named Scout, who was the actual dog of League City founder J. C. League. Scout, a bit of a mascot along with Oaks trees for League City, also appears in several other sculptures being carved from the same felled oak trees for other spots around the city.

Could be a way to grow history? Dog and oak trees living on in a way.

Large oak trees by League City Hall. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Large oak trees on League City Hall’s front lawn looking west from the newest sculpture. Across the street is an open field with a dozen or so trees just as large. (© image)

Library's oak carved bench and sculpture (© image copyrighted , all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

It’s already enchanting young readers who need little encouragement to crawl on and get comfortable on the bench that was designed with the library’s “Read to the Dogs” program in mind. I think Scot would approve. (© image)

There are welcoming smooth teak benches and a picnic table on the shady porch, too. The cone shaped green tree is decorated during Christmas.

Not feeling like going in to get a book? Park right there after calling ahead or going online, and they will bring a library book to your car. If you’ve ever dealt with tired kids in car seats, or injured ankles, you can really appreciate that.

Zigzag gravel path in Ghiardi Park with 'hill" on right and the healthy despite the move Ghiradri Oak. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted.)

Zigzag gravel path in Ghirardi Park. To the right is our man-made “hill” built for kids and dogs to run up and roll down. About the only land feature around that isn’t board flat. (© image)

Not all the giant old trees are ready to become furniture and art.

One giant pulled up roots and took a small walk.

Ten years ago this oak tree was moved 1,500 feet from the original location to make room for an unnecessary widening a road at an intersection – only after the city was forced to give into the demands of the neighborhood and general public…(yes, we were about to chain ourselves to the tree to prevent it from being cut down in the middle of the night which we caught wind of.)

City leaders want credit for saving it, but whatever. Doesn’t matter. It’s safe here in the park on land donated by the Ghirardi family who arrive in 1892 from Italy to farm here. This has been a fruit and vegetable farm for a long time.

We think the wandering tree has settled in after fighting off disease, trimming, and winds from several hurricanes. (More posts about this wonderful Ghirardi Compton Oak tree and Ghirardi family here)

Standing under the massive Ghirardi Oak. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Standing under the massive over 100 year old Ghirardi Oak. To give a bit of scale, note Sr. Staff on bottom right. Currently the tree is 56 feet tall with over 100 foot wide canopy supported by a 135 inch trunk. Estimated to weigh some 258 tons.(© image)

Looks like a peaceful painting, right? Fields and sky.

Sadly, the land adjacent on the right of the park has been sold to developers and construction of townhouses is in progress. So I am cherishing the time left to absorb the view while it is open and wild.

Ever hear the phrase “going down the primrose path?”

While found several times in several of William Shakespeare’s plays, it was just too good as a visual image and metaphor to let gather dust.

Echoed with melancholy in the poem “Lines written in early Spring” by William Wordsworth (1798). “Nature’s fair works…” he starts, then ends with “What man has made of man.”

Who knew Bram Stoker would twist it into his first serial novel published 1875- years before Dracula? Murders his wife with a hammer, then cuts his own throat with a chisel? Flowers certainly had to be ordered after that. (download the novella free here)

The 1940 film “Primrose Path” stars Ginger Rodgers as a young girl trying to not follow her mother and grandmother’s profession only to have no other choice – but wait! It’s a 1940’s film! There must be redemption for Ellie May! Had to end with a socially correct bridal bouquet. (More about the movie here here or here.)

No bed of roses in any of those.

Enough flowery talk,

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Wild flowers/primroses at Ghirardi Park. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Wild flowers/primroses path decorating Ghirardi Park’s little hill. (© image)

 

 

April 25, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Fur does not a cat make

I felt her touch as I reached for the remote. Heavy on my wrist.

“Please,” She said quietly. “Just a few minutes more.”

Her face was wistful. Distant.

I glanced at the screen. “It’s not her, you know. Just an image of a cat in that YouTube beachy restaurant video.”

“Yes, but somehow it’s comforting. To pretend.” Molly Malamute rearranged herself on the couch to face me directly. Such a sad doggy face.

Quietly – with kindness – I tried to comfort her. “I know you miss your buddy RC Cat. We’ve seen you dash in after being out somewhere  – first checking out the sunny bedroom, then hurrying with hope to the closet to search her loft quarters. I know you got quite a shock seeing that faux fur parka trim coiled up on her closet shelf. Such a bark. “

“It. Looked. Just. Like. Her. All curled up asleep.” 

Cat curled on basket (From Tale of Benjamin Munny. Beatrix Potter, 1904 (USPD pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

I swear that faux fur trim hastily tossed on the shelf looked just like a sleeping cat. Freaked me out for a moment. You know you keep thinking you see them in the shadows for a while. (Beatrix Potter/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Startled me, too. But she’s not coming back, you understand. We all miss her.”

“Well, sometimes they do. Sometimes The German would get picked up by Person, but after a bit she’d return for a good long sleepover holiday. Or We would drive to see her.” Then she dropped her head and seemed to melt flat. “I’m lonely. I need a pet. Screen cat only does so much good. Besides, that pesky Prissy cat across the street has started lounging on the porch and even pressing her face against the front door window. RC always said to bark her away – that she already had a home.“

“Maybe Prissy is trying to help and offer what companionship she is able. Prissy is afraid of dogs, you know. Something about her former life on the streets probably.”

Molly snorted. “I’ve seen her parallel us when we walk down the block at night. Forget that. An Uber-style cat-on-call doesn’t count. She’s probably demanding, on behalf of all pets-without-forever-homes, why the “No Vacancy” sign is still out front when obviously….” She put her nose very close to mine and glared full into my eyes. “I could use a trainee.”

Oh how to explain? “Of course we’d love to welcome a new resident, but practical matters are holding us back. Realistically, you love to have friends over…for a little while, then you want them to leave. I know there was a treaty with RC over who got to sleep on the big bed and when and how long. You think you are up to negotiating with a wild, young puppy or kitten who never listens to anyone? Right. And you like to sleep late. You even got really cranky when The German was up and ready to romp and play at 5:30 A.M. You being more of a 7:30 riser. Then there’s always the fact we have to run before hurricanes sometimes…Remember being crammed in the car for hours with supplies and RC stuck in the cat carrier? – if you even accidentally got close fluff near her favorite cat toy jar she’d jab her little paw out between the bars and start swinging wildly at you as she growled. 

Dog sitting in jam packed car. ( image. Copyrighted, all rights reserved, NO permissions granted)

“Of course there’s room somewhere to put a furious, mad swatting cat in this car…up there under your feet perhaps? She’s spitting at me. Mom, tell her to stop spitting at me.” (© image)

Molly shivered at the memory. “You said that was it and we were probably moving out of hurricane country.”

“I know but things have happened. We have to stay here while Sr. Staff goes through treatment. Presently we know we can pay for that, if necessary, and for all your special doggy food, treats, doggy playtime in field and pool – and vet visits.”

“I volunteer not to get my teeth cleaned! Or bumps looked at. Waste of money. I can just hide those with my fluffy coat.”

Hugs around that furry neck given. “Nope, we plan on getting all residents of The Realm appropriate health care as needed. Unfortunately, that “No Vacancy” sign has to stay up. You and Prissy are not to encourage any wanderers to stop here for more than a sip of water, and some shade in the heat.”

“Maybe you could curl that faux fur coat trim back up in the closet – just for old cat sake. You get The Look without The Mess!” She grinned. I swear she winked.

“And maybe a little more YouTube Bossa Nova Beach Cafe by the sea with white cat? 

“Ha! Get the one with the tiger cat on the beach cafe table that every once in a while looks like she’s coughing up a hairball. Ah, the memories. There are some advantages to having a virtual cat.”

That’ll have do for now.

Phil. The Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Molly Malamute sprawled on hotel bed. ( image copyrighted. all rights reserved. NO permissions granted)

“Mine. All mine. How I love hotels with two queen size beds. What? Share? Any companion cat could have the ‘special guest accommodations’: in the bathroom with the litter box. HAHA! Oh, just stuff her back in her crate in there and she won’t shred the wallpaper.”(© image)

April 18, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Wonders never crease.

Lantana blooms. (© image copyrighted, no permissions granted, all rights reserved)

“As soon as I saw you, I knew a grand adventure was about to happen (A.A. Milne) A impromptu Easter chorus of Lantana blooms. (© image)

“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.”

(A.A. Milne)

“I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.”

(Sounds like Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland, but still Milne/Winnie the Pooh)

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

(What do you think? Mark Twain’s Huck Finn? Hands down. Another Milne/ Winnie the Pooh)

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”

(Obviously a reflective thinker, a Transcendentalist? Perhaps Thoreau at Walden Pond? Wait! The Dalai Lama! Nope, Milne/Pooh)

“Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?”

(Now this one is so Cheshire Cat and Lewis Carrol. But you know who again.)

Maybe forgetting to start again would be beautiful and most wondrous?

Folding some thought into that.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Louisiana iris bloom (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

“You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.” From Winnie the Pooh, who many called “a bear of little brain”…but you have to wonder about that. (Louisiana iris. © image)

April 17, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

No bunny better

surprised bunny ( 1918 bootleg version of Tale of Peter Rabbit/Beatrix Potter/ (USPD pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org

Harebrained ideas? Naturally, Dunderhead. I’m a hare – and a hair’s breadth away from catastrophe: the kids are up and sugared up!” (1918 bootleg version of “Tale of Peter Rabbit”/ Beatrix Potter/ (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org

What? Will Smith cancelled? The President was unescorted and wandered off somewhere to get ice cream? Diane Feinstein thought the Easter grass was for Earth Day? Johnny Depp’s busy with real drama?

No way to pass over this. Must provide some sort of Easter entertainment

OK. A few jokes to dye for:

  • What do you name a rabbit who wears a kilt?

Hopscotch.

  • How do rabbits in New York City travel from one garden to another?

They ride in a taxi cabbage.

  • What do you call two-hundred rabbits hopping backwards?

A receding hare line.

  • What does the Easter Bunny get for making a basket?

Two points, just like everyone else.

  • Why did the bald man paint rabbits on his head?

Because from a distance they looked like hares.

  • Knock, knock.
    Who’s there?

Wendy.
Wendy who?
Wendy Easter Bunny coming?

  • What do you call a happy rabbit?

An Hop-timist.

Happy Easter!

Onward with unrepentant flapdoodle, tomfoolery, and fiddle-faddle!

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Bunny eating carrot under a tree. 1918 bootleg version of Tales of PEter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter. (USPD artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

We’ll just paws here and let you chew on that. (1918 bootleg version of “Tales of Peter Rabbit”/ Beatrix Potter. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

 

 

April 14, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Staged – with chicks

Odd pairings show up for many reasons

“I do benefits for all religions. I’d hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.” (Bob Hope)

Even with seasonal expectations for Easter, there’s the old, “Never work with children or animals.” (attributed to W.C. Fields, but no.)

Bob Hope was known to remark, “Kids are wonderful, but I like mine barbecued.”

Oh, seriously. He meant that in the nicest way.

No, not as with the elitist diet promoted by Jonathan Swift.

It is about your health, though: “A sense of humor is good for you. Have you ever heard of a laughing hyena with heart burn?” See? He’s an animal lover and concerned about animal welfare. Probably supported laughing rights for humans as well.

Stuffed bunny and Bob Hope, special aired in 1950 on NBC (USPD. atist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

The bunny looks worried…he’s already stuffed, so what else can happen to him?…Shiver…”That guy looks a bit dubious..Why is he sniffing my ear?” Bunny hope is that he’s not a hungry Welsh peasant! (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Bob Hope once said he couldn’t be paid enough to work on television. Not real acting.

Well, the “never say never” joke’s on him:

Hope thought no one would actually pay him around $50,000 to do a show when asked what his number was. Then he was stunned when Frigidaire came came back with an offer for 5 television specials – the first paid at $40,000, with the other 4 being paid at $37,500 per special.

The above is a publicity photo for his first TV special, “Star Spangled Revue” which aired on Easter Sunday, 1950. After a smashing debut, Hope became one of the best known – and most enthusiastic – TV performers on NBC.

Easter table decorations. 1911 American Homes and Gardens. (USPD. pub.date, artist life/Commons,wikimedia.org). "attractiveness of every table, whether set for luncheons, dinners, or parties, may be increased by the addition of timely centerpieces and favors, and the enjoy- ment of such an occasion is sure to be greater if the individual favors be- speak in any way the characteristics or pet hobbies of the guests."

Move over Magnolia TV, Pottery Barn and DIY Martha Stewart. 1911 Easter table decoration ideas from American Home and Gardens. I know times and tastes have changed, but what’s with the chick in the grilling basket? (USPD/Commons,wikimedia.org).

Before holiday specials on TV, resourceful homemakers made their own fun. Many took inspiration from American Home and Gardens Magazine.

“…attractiveness of every table, whether set for luncheons, dinners, or parties, may be increased by the addition of timely centerpieces and favors, and the enjoyment of such an occasion is sure to be greater if the individual favors bespeak in any way the characteristics or pet hobbies of the guests…”

Apparently dressing up animals for the holidays is nothing new.

But should one be encouraging hobbies like riding the bunny hop or tormenting peeps? Maybe it’s really just a marshmallow peep ready to be “warmed” for serving as a fancy desert like S,mores.  Yeah, that’s possible, right? We got kids at the table! It’s food, kids, not a smashed baby Easter chick!

How about just a garden bouquet on the table? Something pretty, and not controversial. (and not shedding fake fur and smelling like mothballs….)

Two bunnies on Easter card by A.M. Mailick (USPD. artist life, pub.dater/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Now this is more like it: pastoral with two bunnies on Easter card by A.M. Mailick. No calories and you don’t have to find a place for it after the holiday. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Who doesn’t like Easter cards? Pretty and it’s so unique to get something beside junk in the mailbox these days.

Wonder if greeting card artists are as calm as their works appear.

German artist Alfred Moritz Mailick had a long career as a painter, illustrator, and greeting card/postcard artist. (1869-1946)

“…Though much of his work revolved around themes of animals and hunting, he imbued all his work with a strong sense of the natural world. While this makes some of it feel almost pagan in character, he did produce numerous depictions of Christ out in the fields. The figures on his postcards seem to be taking part in a larger unspoken narrative rather than being the focus of attention. While there is a great simplicity to his somewhat academic style it is consistent and easily recognizable.”

Woman holding lamb. "Joy be with you" Easter card by Mailick.1912 (USPD. artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Woman holding lamb, “Joy be with you. Don’t worry, no lamb chops for us.” (Mailick 1912 Easter card. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things – not the great occasions – that, in retrospect, give off the greatest glow of happiness.”

(Bob Hope)

May your basket in life be overflowing, and Easter be more than sugar and yolks.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

I know. I promised you chicks, so here:

Easter card sample Nyce Post card CO, 1900-09/Curt Teich/ (USPD, pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Serene scene from earlier times, but just as welcomed now. Best wishes for a peaceful weekend. (Nyce Postcard Co. Easter postcard, 1900-09. USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

April 11, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

One Goofus and two Gallants

Dog wearing a monocle with bottle of champagne and a pipe.(USPD pub.date 1869.LoC/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Shall we engage in a mannerly discussion?”(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Comparisons to humans is inevitable.

Observe the Canine version of “Goofus and Gallant” in the news highlights.

Start off with the bad boy. (People always secretly identify him). Obviously a Goofus moment.

Most of you saw him, Scooby the German Shepherd, apparently attempting a cross city swimming record in Los Angeles. (If not, click here).

Just too self confident or stubborn to accept help multiple times and admit he was out of his depth. (Well, dogs are a bit skittish about things appearing out of the sky – even helpful things like rescue helicopter guys…heard tales from a Chicken Little, I guess).

Eventually his self-reliance fading, Scooby had to endure the embarrassment of being basically hog-tied, harnesses, muzzled, and unceremoniously hauled up the bank like a drenched sack of potatoes.

Scooby’s expression trudging off with head down between his shoulders, tail tucked, and firmly escorted by three rescuers was the classic: “I am in sooo much trouble.” (Back to his owner’s arms. Possibly signed up for remedial dog class. And perhaps forever to be known as “California Scooby”.)

German Shepherd Scooby rescued by LA firefighters (screenshot abc7 news)

German Shepherd Scooby rescued by LA firefighters. “Can I claim a confused identity? Thought I was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and it sure looks like that thing needed to be retrieved? Wrong body of water? Don’t blame me. That dog school didn’t cover geography…only social skills.”(screenshot abc7 news)

No doubt California Scooby ducks his head under a couch pillow when people mention two local Houston dogs quite worthy of accolades.

Now truly Gallant, this German Shepherd: Alejandro. Only one year old, yet he knows his job and responsibility. No loud noise, squirrel, good smell on the ground, or tennis ball distracted him. (Oh, Scooby. Hang your head in shame….Yes. Shame. In the “Goofus and Gallant” era, shame was a teaching technique.)

Heroic dog protects five year old Downs Syndrome boy who wanders off and ends up on train tracks. (Story/video here, if you missed it)

One of the police officers says the dog definitely knew he had to stay with the child.

“The dog knew he had to go with him because he was doing something he was not supposed to do,” said HPD Sgt. Ricardo Salas. Even when the small boy as put into a police car’s AC to cool down, the officer turned away for a second only to realize the dog had quickly slipped in protectively beside the kid.

Only one year old and such a gallant dog. Just look at that face.

"It's OK Kid." German Shepherd looks on as lost child comforted.(Screenshot click2houston)

“It’s OK, Kid. We’re with friends now” (Screenshot click2houston)

"My puppy pack would be so proud of me. Look mom, I done good! like a German Shepherd should (Screenshot click2houston)

“My puppy pack would be so proud of me. Look mom, I done good! like a German Shepherd should.” (Screenshot click2houston)

  Not even breed specific. Shown up by a “Gallant is as canine Gallant does” in a pink tutu and holiday garb.

Elsa, the Golden Retriever, retired after more than 12,000 hospital visits with children fighting cancer.  She and her handler, Sarah Herbek, “have been committed to ‘comforting thousands of patients on some of their hardest days with snuggles and pets’, according to hospital officials.”

A vanguard pair who implemented the animal-assisted therapy program which was the first ever of its kind in the Texas Medical Center, have been helping small patients for six years. Friday they had a retirement party for her.

Some of Elsa’s photos/video here.

Listen to what one mom says about the impact on this dog’s visit to her daughter here. ““Elsa would lay up in the bed with her when she couldn’t get out of bed. Christiana was able to pet her and find some comfort in it. It would make her smile.  There were days when only Elsa and Sarah could bring a smile to her face.”

(Other paws will continue to greet and help make the treatments a little less difficult.)

Small girl in hospital and Elsa (Screenshot)

“I knew you would come, Elsa.” (KHOU Screenshot)

Dog extend comforting paw to sick child (KHOU screenshot)

“Hang in there, kid. We’ll get through this together.” Dogs know how to extend a helpful pause. (KHOU screenshot)

Dog in pink costume at retirement party. (Screenshot)

“All this fuss for me? Dogs: a gift to make life better. Dogs know instinctively what to do…Well, most do…I understand there’s one In California…”(Screenshot)

Each day, a dog is up and ready to go – to make a splash in human lives.

Humans could try to do the same.

Some already do. (Be sure to say “Thank you” to the nice rescue team, California Scooby.)

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

For those too young to understand the comparison of the dogs to “Goofus and Gallant” 

children and snowman. "Gallant and Goofus" vintage cartoon from Highlights magazine 1966. (USPD. pub.date)

“Gallant and Goofus” vintage cartoon from Highlights Magazine. (USPD.1966 pub.date)

“Highlights for Children” magazine used to be only found in pedestrian and dentist offices…well, maybe a piano teacher’s waiting area. A children’s magazine with pages for different reading levels. Educational. But fun with riddles, jokes, Find “What’s Wrong”, Hidden Pictures, and “The Timbertoes”, a wooden family.

“Goofus and Gallant” cartoons always showed two boys about 10-12 years old – one “naughty”/Goofus and one “nice”/Gallant – doing an activity illustrating a child-appropriate, simple message of “Do this, not that”.   Adults were supposed to discuss with the child each’s boy’s facial expression, body language, and actions – and how it made others feel. But most just said, “Here. Sit down and read this.”

While little kids always wanted to be Gallant and older kids scoffed at him, children generally identified a little bit with each one. Lots of parodies and jokes came from that little didactic cartoon series. Some useful lessons, too.

Read more? (Can’t have you going around clueless – funny, how “Goofus” became such common usage)

Two boys with scissors. Vintage "Goofus and Gallant" from Highlights magazine (Pub.date)

Who could forget? So many tiny life lessons taught effortlessly. (Vintage “Goofus and Gallant” from Highlights Magazine/US /Pub.date)

April 6, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Fan dancers and the broken staged

Dancing Russian woman. Frog Tsarevna. Fabel illustration by Vasnetsov. USPD artist life/reprod of PD work/COmmons.wikimedia.org)

Oh finally, recognition. About to dance with joy. (USPD/Commons.wikimediaa.org)

Sudden popularity – (OMG, could this mean deemed worthy of the elusive “trendy”?) – always thrilling.

(Inset: awkward shuffling accompanied by embarrassed “Gee-gollies”)

You try and try. Then, once hope’s gone, completely unexpected, that rare nod.

Then visitors – stylish ones – those reclusive elegant elites – like an Award show runway.

It’s just so rewarding.

A well-tended garden staged doesn’t guarantee they will come.

(Should I offer refreshments? A gnat or two? Might appear a little too overly eager…I’ll just step back. Available, but not slobberingly gracious…)

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Green lizard on fan palm frond. Ambassador from the famous Emerald City of Oz? (© image copyrighted, no rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Ambassador from the famous Emerald City of Oz? No doubt sent ahead to judge garden suitability. (© image)

Garden Lizard...or advanced scout judging suitability (© image coopyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Something of a fan dancer himself, he’s encouraging his girlfriend hiding on the other side to stop being so shy. A fine tango on a fan palm. What could be a finer on a Spring stage?  (© image)

Bird. Large Yellow-crowned Night Heron perched in branches at dusk (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved No permissions granted)

Even as the sun sets, another. A recluse arrives: an elegant large Yellow-crowned Night Heron perched in crepe myrtle branches.(© image)

Bird in tree at dusk. Yellow-crowned Night Heron evaluating available tree branches. (© image copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted)

Oh, my! He’s evaluating available tree branches. Our tree branches are being considered! It’s nesting time. Obviously his proposal was considered decent and accepted. Now the must keep her favor and build that mansion in the sky as he promised. All the male night herons may promise to select only superior branches and construct exquisite nests for their chosen mates, but she picked him! No stolen twigs from lesser bird nests or squirrels for her. Only the freshest and best. He shall not disappoint.(© image)

Bird with stick in beak. Yellow-crowned Night Heron gathering nesting material. (© image copyrighted. all rights reserved. no permissions granted)

His selection made. Now to get it back in one piece for the grand presentation. Careful beak – she’ll notice dents, bends, or cracks that might prove too weak and too dangerous to weave in. It may take days, but he’ll earn the right to be called a proper dad and provider.(© image)

For lovely pictures, their bird calls, and interesting facts:

Houston Audubon’s bird gallery here.

All about birds by Cornell Lab of Ornithology: Yellow-crowned Night Heron here.

March 29, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Gimme shelter.

Seated girl with peacock. Ukranian fairy tale/1915 (USPD artist life, pub.date/COmmons.wikimedia.org)

Luckily overlooked and unseen, some bits have learned to hide in plain sight. (1915 fairy tale from Ukraine/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

A little bit of magic shouldn’t have to be looking for sanctuary.

The grandfather was having to hustle – and watch not tripping in the pasture – but he was able to keep up with the two young kids holding either of his hands – maybe working his shoulders a bit like a see-saw fulcrum – but certainly keeping up with the Running of the Littles. “Pamplona’s bulls had nothing on them,” he thought.

Yet he went down. Clutching his chest.

“Run, Addie. Run get mom. Now,” screamed the five year old boy as he shoved his younger sister back up the the hill.

Purposefully, he rubbed his hands together until warm, then wiggled them over his grandfather’s heart. “It will be OK, Paw-paw. Our hearts will beat as one. Beat together. As one. It’s gonna be OK, ” he said closing his eyes and feeling the sun in his cheeks.

His mother somehow avoided the numerous gopher holes as she flew down the hill followed closely behind by two men. The older man’s eyes were open and he seemed calm – objecting a bit to being loaded onto a rough canvas stretcher. Much slower did he ascend the hill suspended between the two men.

The little boy’s mom pulled the little boy back as the followed. “What happened?” she asked with concern.
“What did you do?”

He struggled to twist free of her hold as he answered, “Paw-paw fell and made a terrible noise and then was sort of breathing like a fish on the dock. I just told him to wait – you were coming. It would be OK.”

“What else?”

“I rubbed my hands together until they were really hot – like when Grandmother does when she says her eyes are very tired – then puts her warmed palms over her closed eyes and says they feel better. I rubbed my hands together really hard  and put my hands under his hoping to make him feel better.”

“Anything else? Did you see anything when you closed your eyes? Was it like when the tiny kitten got kicked by the horse? Did you say anything?”

He thought for a minute. Uncomfortable in the tight grip on his shoulders. “Just the sun –  it was really, really bright. As hot as summer. I said ‘Our hearts beat as one’. I have a very good heart, Mom.”

“Yes, you do,” she replied kissing the top of his head and releasing him. She watched as he raced up the hill and worried. How could she tell him? Make him understand. How to keep him safe. The world was changing. Knowledge was dangerous. “Yes, you have a good heart – and it will probably be what betrays you.”

Surely there’s sanctuary for this little bit of magic somewhere.

Children in front of cottage. 1909 Russian Empire fairy Tale (USPD artist life, publication date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Someplace where little miracles can wait until called.(1909 Russian Empire fairy tale/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

I never know whether to hope no one ever finds the shelter or to hope someone does.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Woman in woods watching a soldier searching. ( Russian Federation, 1927 Fairy tale by Ivan Billibin 1876-1942 (USPD artist life, pub.date/ COmmons.wikimedia.org)

Until the World comes searching after realizing what was lost. (Russian Fed.1927 Fairy tale, ill. Ivan Billibin/USPD/ Commons.wikimedia.org)

March 24, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Home to roost

 

Postcard of rooster dressed as dapper man V.O. Hammon colletion/Newberry collections (USPD. artist life/pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

All dressed up and nowhere to crow. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Druthers”

Totally hick word. Hated it when mom used it. Especially when friends were around. So embarrassing.

“If I had my druthers….”

  • The word is a shortening of ‘would rathers’. The phrase seems to be from late 19th century America – earliest use possibly in January, 1870’s edition of Overland monthly and Out West magazine’s story Centrepole Bill” by George F. Emery.
  • Mark Twain frequently used the common dialect in Tom Sawyer, Detective for conversations between Huck and Tom.
  • It’s not supposed to suggest a lack of sophistication or education, but listen to it!

“If I’ve got my druthers, I druther not.”

This double usage became common usage from the American cartoonist Al Capp’s popular, long-running Li’l Abner comic strip.
The dialect phrase was also featured in the song “If I Had my Druthers” in Li’l Abner: The Musical (1956).
In the story, curiously, Senator Fogbound, Dogpatch’s U.S. congressman, tells the locals that Congress has declared their town of Dogpatch the most unnecessary town in the U.S., so it’s got to be evacuated as Congress has decided to use the area as a nuclear bomb test site.

.

Talk about government overreach and elites being totally out of touch and casually deciding what is good for the “little people”.

Geesch. Rinse and repeat.

postcard Goose dressed as woman (V.O. Collection/Newberry colletion/ USPD artist life . pub.date, Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Yes, I am a quack. How astute of you, a city person, to notice. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Back to the story:
Enter “Yokumberry Tonic”, made from the one-of-a-kind Yokumberry tree…Suddenly, the Pentagon sees a possible military use…Will the tonic a redeeming factor for Dogpatch and save the community?
(Short summary here)

Of course, despite some universal themes and timeless characters “à la manière de” Blazing Saddles, Li’l Abner, would probably be canceled now: stereotyping, insulting, and condescending to rural life and country folks.

And then, through wit, being too close to reality with government and elected officials…Facebook and twitter would be quick to protect the public.

Especially as there’s a hint of government scandal and a “dastardly scheme” involving femme fatale, Appassionata Von Climax. FAKE NEWS. It’s fake news – look away!

Not sure I’d make it through the entire musical, but this smooth song from the show sits well:

Hick or not, I’d druther be laughin’ than finger waggin’.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

March 20, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Spring loaded

Woman in garden. Newberry's John High Colletion: Springnovelties. (USPD artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Mysterious Spring beauty…you don’t think she’s grown tired over the winter of her aging husband and loosened the bolts on the garage door opener because she met someone new? Spring makes many wishfully think of changing. Irrational, I know, but Spring fever and all…”(Newberry postcard collection: Spring Novelties/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Just like those giant metal springs that lift and lower your garaged door, Spring is heavily loaded…and dangerous if not handled carefully….especially with all the stresses.

That powerful garage metal  coil is pretty singularly focused and fine with mechanical restraints even with their over-abundance of poised energy.

The Spring season? With high expectations, heady enticing weather, and human biorhythms….be prepared to duck. (We won’t even mention the pollen or picnics. Or shedding of restraining winter clothing. Or refusal of some to realize ‘It’s bedtime, I don’t care if the sun is still shining and kids are in the pool next door!”)

No holding back either: loose garage springs or humans on the loose.

“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
(Mark Twain)

So heed the warnings: “The March 2022 equinox arrived on March 20 at 10:33 a.m. Central Daylight Time (15:33 UTC).” Whether you are hemispherically warm or cool to that, you can read more here.

Nothing like a vernal equinox….as if adjusting the clocks to Daylight Saving Time, a general feeling of “Love is in the air”, and a reluctant ending to Spring Break wasn’t enough for people to cope with.

Exhausting for sure. (Naps are good in any hemisphere.)

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”(Rainer Rilike)

Time to load up as the world turns (on short sleeves, sun glasses, tissues (Is it allergies or is it covid? HAHA), and those cleaning supplies (in prep for Spring cleaning…not husband mysterious disappearance evidence …it’s a joke..LAUGH…cleans winter cobwebs out of the brain)

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”(Pablo Neruda)

And who would want to.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Wouldn’t be a post without some weird collected factoid: Death came in the Spring: New evidence shows when the KIller struck.” So it it looks like the avians got lucky, while fish, not so. And you thought pollen was bad. 

Fancy dressed lady. Spring saying goodbye to winter. Spring in the Netherlands. Newbury's John High collection/TIme painting novelties(USPD. artist life, pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

If she’s telling Winter’s cold shoulder, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out”, I’m fine with that. Otherwise, it’s just so Spring. (“Spring saying goodbye to winter in the Netherlands” from Newbury’s John High Collection/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

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