Hauling it all out.
Remnants of the month’s celebrations and yellibrations: so unwilling to leave quietly.
No matter: Good, Bad, and the Ugly.
Always lead with the good.
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” Mother Teresa
That’s pretty good, right?
Looks can be deceiving. It’s a flaming tiger to tame.
Jen and Rumpy, the dog who would be King, are pretty good, too.
Jen, just back from escorting small kitten to her forever home, is now preparing to attend Humane Lobbying Day in Florida to encourage passage of animal welfare legislation. HR 366 is designed discourage families from thinking animal fighting/dog fights are appropriate entertainment for children. Click here to find out how you can help.
Rumpy needs a bit of help – so he can help others. He would do that once he’s King. Click here to join in the fun.
That’s all good.
(And a warm satisfied feeling without a calorie in sight.)
What do you think of Jen and Rumpy? Oh, they’re good.
(Raphael cherubs. Dresden. US public domain: Photo reprod. artist life+100yrs. Commons.wikimedia.org)
But a quick flip to something that bites.
That would be bad. (Approach with caution.)
They actually left the New Jersey coast prior to the 20th century.
Moved south like many others.
Although shy, they were vilified. Just want to be left alone.
But people won’t.
Their size invited comments. They couldn’t help they often weighed close to 500 pounds. Genetics, people!.
Shunned.
People always seem complain and make an effort move quickly away from them.
Still, they smile.
If a crowd does gather, they often slink away quickly – not wanting any trouble .
Surprising they are sprinters who can run as fast as 35 mph for short distances.
And they trumpet loudly.
Maybe that’s the problem. Some people aren’t musically inclined.
Don’t worry. I’m leaving.
(Public domain image by Rolf Blauert/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Misunderstood.
Originally called el lagarto or lizard by Spanish explorers.
The English explorers garbled it into allagarter.
Then alligator of the Alligatoridae family.
(They have quite a long history going back 150 million years. So who’s the immigrant?)
They don’t mind if you call them gators. (They’re into casual living.)
Warm weather is thawing their hearts and their annual March for Mates will soon begin.
Wouldn’t be a bad idea to scan tall grass along wetland trails – checking for broad round snouts.
And keep Fluffy inside and Fido on a leash.
Not a bad idea year round.
No cutting remarks.(Lawnmower.Hedwig Storch/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Besides it’s “time to haul the ugly garden”.
Every spring flyers with that phrase would appear on cars and stuck in front doors.
He was Vietnamese. Came here late 70’s. Decreed, but no English.
So he started mowing yards and doing lawn work.
He’d come by when I was sweating hauling mulch bags or cursing the Weedeater.
I explained I would feel silly not doing it myself.
If my 80+ years old father and uncles were out in their much bigger yards – often with a non-propelled mower……well, I would feel silly.
He’d laugh and wave as he drove by each week.
He quickly became fluent in English and his company grew.
That “Hauling the ugly garden” became his trademark.
Always on the spring flyers.
Always a reminder of how he started.
Wonder if he does his own yard himself – rather than having one of his crews do it?
Bet he does.
Lantana is already dressed for spring
And that’s what’s been going on around here this weekend.
Overgrown plants from pretty warm wet winter.
Last chance to trim trees: new bright green leaves already emerging.
The good: it’s done…well, it’s never “done”. Just the big cutting and hauling is finished – all before the rain begins again.
The bad: it looks like we fought tigers in the backyard from all the gashes and scratches on our arms.
The ugly: my shoes aren’t arranged yet.
Lunar New Year celebration was this weekend. I love the Lion Dancers as much as the food.
A Chinese friend said if you can’t make the celebrations this year, at least do the shoes.
Shoe tradition. She insists.
Start the Lunar New Year with all your shoes pointed the same way in the closet.
So your all efforts will in one productive direction throughout the year and lead you to success.
Pointed towards success.
(Shy shoes by fethroesforia/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Not too late. The sun hasn’t set yet. (Oh, my aching back. The floor is so far down there).
It may take a bit.
Some of the shoes got flung around while I was waiting for that asteroid danger to pass.
(A bit suspicious that if RC had managed to get the can opener to work or staff to listen to her commands, I’d still be in that closet.)
Closeted in a garden of the mind,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Bored? Click the first sidebar tag “alligators” for more real-life Texas alligator adventures.
Wait! Vote for Rumpy!
(Public domain. USFWS/commons.wikimedia.org.)
Premeditated.
The careful planning was obvious.
Cushions engineered. A fluffy sleeping bag. Water. Stacy’s pita chips.
And my computer.
“What?” I turned with heart sinking.
They stood blocking the closet door like the Wall in Game of Thrones.
“It’s just for a little while.”
RC Cat was less kind.
“Sacrifice for the good of the Realm. In. Now.”
She shoved (With force, those little paws can hurt.)
“We shall return Our mousies to their safe haven after the danger is over.”
I tried to grab for Molly as she was quietly sneaking out the last of her toys.
“Molly, you too? Shun the hand that feeds you?”
She looked guilty, but stood shoulder to shoulder with the others.
What can I say?
She’s a survivor.
Sometimes it’s each dog for themselves. Sorry.
“It’s greatly appreciated. Don’t worry. We’ll check on you.”
The door. Hadn’t the heart to make any effort stop it.
“Wait. The computer may low on battery!”
“Oh, we charged it last night.”
“Just in case, run the cord under the door and plug it in.”
“No,” hissed RC.
“There have been signs.
We can’t risk the slightest chance.”
The Paws of Fury were firmly stuffing towels to completely cover any opening under the door.
Sigh. Can’t blame them.
Oh, the iPad mini is also fully charged.
Guess this gift was really long-term survivalist planning: light source and entertainment.
And a new book downloaded.
Thoughtful.
They aren’t being mean – just realistic.
RC was right.
The signs have been worrisome.
I saw them all turn in unison and stare nervously at me with news of approaching asteroid.
Important enough for online NASA coverage
Obviously not a movie.
Ask any dinosaur.
Run. Take my advice. Don’t hesitate.
(Image by Stacie daPonte.Flickr, 2012/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
First the lightning striking the Vatican.
Oh, that could easily be explained as reaction to the Pope’s announcement?
Or just lightning and a tall building.
No one mentioned the large object hurling in outer space.
More unsettling, that large meteor crashing into Russia’s Ural Mountains last night.
Landed in a lake.
Luck? Final warning?
There were pictures and videos.
Even the birds normally at the bird feeder were oddly wary this morning.
They went elsewhere.
I’m not as stupid as I look
Now all the recent scurrying around the house is making sense.
Anxious.
Not surprising.
It’s always been this way.
Flying objects go out of their way to target me. What to see scars?
Laughing remarks of “It’s your magnetic personality” may explain watches, but not flying objects.
No one laughs about it any more. They just move away.
Put me at the edge of a field – with a kid who’s never ever hit a baseball in his entire life – and stand back.
He’ll hit it.
And the ball will come straight towards me.
No point in trying to run or dodge.
Pointless to try evasive action.
The ball going to hit me.
All I can do is cover the eyes and hope the lump/bruise can be covered up somehow.
So accept the inevitable.
For the good of all.
Get a helmet. Sometimes they come apart.
Alpha-Monocerotid meteor, 1995 (NASA Ames Research Center:S.Moulau; P. Jenniskens.Public domain by NASA/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
RC’s right. The slightest opening might be hazardous.
She is pretty good with those pounding paws.
And she is tireless in her protection of the Realm
It’s only for a short while.
Quiet time. Could meditate.
Could muse over the irony of Earth getting pounded by a rock the day after Valentines Day.
Wonder how much iron and magnetic material is in that rock. Nope. Too scary a thought to consider.
Maybe just pull the blanket over my head and nap until it’s over.
Rock onward.
Phil the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Related posts:
“It’s baseball – not dodgeball” (Baseballs are not my friend. Can baseballs be serial killers?)
“Out of time: Watches and Satellites” (Watches of all sorts wind up defeated.)
See. There it is. Clear shot through the clouds to here. Not surprised.
Valentines Day doesn’t have witches.
Big plus.
Valentines fashions for Old Woman Who Swept the Sky?
(1884. A. Holt; T.T; E Meyerstein, Litho:US public domain: expired copyright. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Hard to object to hearts, flowers, and sweetie lovie dovie.
A holiday all can embrace.
Not best dressed for Valentines.
(Sodoma,1477-1549.Heritage Museum.US Public domain: artist’s life+100yrs/art reprod. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Just cover up that Cupid.
Maybe take that weapon out of his hands?
Better yet just erase that little guy.
Some might object to a myth as anti-Christian…like witches.
Valentines Day. Easily politically correct.
Not party material.
Drafting the Declaration of Independence. (Great Experiment Hall by Cox, 1973-1974. “Architect of the Capital” official photo by fed. employee. US public domain. Flickr/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
No messy awkwardness like with Presidents’ Day.
Old dead white guys. They did something.
Besides Presidents’ Day isn’t anybody’s actual birthday – just a day tacked on for a long weekend.
(Teachers get tired and need a break. And retail needs a cute marketing theme for sales)
Valentines Day.
Great for character education, anti-bully talks, lifestyles, inclusion. Teachable moments!
Punch out and Make up indeed. Outdated Child’s Cut-out Valentines, 1940.
(US public domain. publication date/ copyright not renewed/ Chordboard/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Schools are so busy can’t waste a minute.
U.S. students are so far behind the rest of the world.
No time for pointless events without a purpose.
“Fun” is not a state exam vocabulary word.
Valentines Day. Perfect theme for classroom lessons, worksheets, and word searches.
Banned. Forbidden. Too much Sugar! Red food dye! Chocolate has Caffeine! Not uniform – can’t hurt anyone’s feelings!
(Amanda.Flickr: CrazyInSane/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
It’s a clean opportunity for a classroom party: no messy religion issues.
Although room mothers must be rigidly directed to exactly how many cookies each kid can get, the size of the cookies, and how many/what kind of sprinkles may decorate each cookie.
And don’t forget here’s the only cookie/icing recipe that can be used because of someone’s allergy or diet preferences.
Fruit perhaps?
Organic.
Elegance from a less complex era?
1899 Victorian (US public domain:publication date/copyright not renewed/ Common.wikimedia.org)
Valentines Day: Not a ghost of a problem.
No witchy heartbreakers allowed.
Sweets, for sure.
Phil, the Philosopher House of the Hedge
Molly says Happy Valentines Day
RC Cat? She’s waiting. You may leave hers with staff
(1900 Valentine.Chordboard/ US public domain publication date/expired copyright. Commons.wikimedia.org)
The dreary grey winter drizzle was foreshadowing all along? The universe sending a tiny message?
Tiny Tim, the cheerful 35 pound cat who’s been inspiring dieters around the world, arrived at Southside Place Animal Hospital for a reason.
A real star, the congenial cat was on his way to healthier lifestyle with diet and exercise with the help of his friends at Southside Place Animal Hospital.
When the strange lump suddenly appeared and grew like crazy, he was transported and examined by the best vets specialists available.
A tiny messenger sent by the Universe? Beloved Tiny Tim (khou.com/great-day)
Sadly, Tiny has been diagnosed with a rare cancer, a plasma cell tumor, that at this point, is inoperable.
The decision has been made (after multiple 2nd opinions) not to amputate his front leg.
Cats do not tolerate anesthesia well – and of course Tiny’s weight is another risk factor for operating.
Even if the operation was a success, there’s only a 10% chance it would stop the cancer.
Tiny’s people are looking at the quality of life for his remaining time.
Not willing to let him be in pain for something that they can’t explain to him and won’t help .
Tiny Tim is undergoing light Chemotherapy. So far the only side effect has been a slight rash which was successfully treated.
Dr Alice Frei told reporters, “”Tiny’s handling it much better than I am. He’s happy as a lark. I went through a pretty horrible three to four-week period.”
There is good news.
Tiny is very content, comfortable, and quite happy right now.
His diet is over. He’s thrilled with the rotisserie chicken he’s hand fed.
He looks like a sultan on a special puffy bed.
For entertainment, he’s got his own pet fish to watch.
Doubt he’s left all alone at all now.
Even high-profile local people are calling and coming by to visit and encourage him.
(Please. a scratch under the chin is appreciated.)
As always, Tiny Tim is cheerful, not being stopped by adversity, and enjoying life as it happens.
He lives his message.
Dr Frei knows they have a few months, maybe. Tiny will be closely watched and kept comfortable.
The clinic welcomes Tiny’s fans. He thoroughly enjoys visitors and always willing to be adored and pampered.
6902 Stella Link Road, Houston, TX. 77025.
They also read him cards, letters, emails, and his Facebook messages.
(Tiny Tim’s Facebook page.)
Click here to see video of Tiny Tim’s recent TV appearance ( he’s such a star – in so much demand around here). He’s at the end of this pet question segment.
More pictures are here.
Sad burdens sometimes fall to the RC of the Realm
Naturally, our realm’s RC Cat was hesitant to relay Tiny Tim’s condition to Molly as she is so young and only recently found safety in her forever home.
RC, older and wiser, simply explained.
“It’s Spring. It’s Mardi Gras. It’s Valentines. Times of renewal, reflection, and affection.
As old Tiger always said, ‘Always take every opportunity to paws in the sun. Each moment is a gift. Every minute with companions is precious.'”
Searching for hope.
After a small chat, Molly surprisingly demanded to go out for a walk. She would not reveal the details.
The rain paused in cooperation.
A brisk trot lead to a fresh clump of bright green clover – and she immediately began her search.
A four-leaf clover.
Just for Tiny Tim.
A tiny message to the universe.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Previous stories about Tiny Tim:
- “Sappy Stories’ Updates (Smiles allowed)” (Dec. 1012 update on Tiny Tim’s weight loss progress. He was sneaking food.)
- “It’s a joke! Only a joke!” (Tiny Tim, the overweight cat, has yet another problem.)
Some things cannot be understood, but this I know: even the smallest kindness makes the world a better place.
Those eyes are watching.
Easy to forget until the intense stare is noticed.
Unnerving
Quickly dissipated with a smile.
Will this dreary weather never cease? It better warm up for Spring Break.
Repose (1911). John Singer Sargent, 1856-1925.(US public domain:Artist life+80 yrs/ photo reprod of art/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
She would be content to lounge all day on the couch if allowed.
Chewing over all those squiggly ideas in the paper.
Careful with the TV remote: drop it too many times or push the buttons too hard and the favorite show stops.
(Mom has to pick the channels. Sorry, no argument.)
She’d be glad to join the table of any dinner party.
“Please, may I have a second serving of that delicious meatloaf?”
Well, she forgets the “please” sometimes.
And gets tired of sitting still.
And wanders off sometimes forgetting to ask permission.
Dress for dinner? She has a special necklace for going out.
Dinner party,1855, by Augustus Egg,1816-1863.(US public domain:Artist life+100yrs:Photo.reprod/ Google Art Project/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
All not too surprising. So many lessons to learn.
Not 100% successful yet, but who is at first?
She has such an endearing smile and that “Did I do that?” face.
Just can’t scold.
Must accept the invitation to play for a moment.
She’s been pretty good while everyone struggles with this sneezy plague.
Cheerfully brings toys over.
Plants a friendly paw on your face to signal she will gladly share.
Obviously, she has been watching us wander around with tissue box wrist corsages.
Her ears perk each time a tissue sheet swishes out of the box.
Intrigued by the sound.
She observes.
She learns.
She imitates.
Self sufficient, she locates her own.
Alike but different.
(We call this Frankencube featuring abundant stitching from desperate salvage attempts.)
Sitting with fabric cube toy between her front paws, she nibbles delicately, but with purpose.
Until voila!
A tiny hole: one just big enough to fish out the white stuffing.
Each toothy tug is rewarded with a bit of snowy fluff.
Accompanied by such a satisfying swish.
Each tugged clump becomes a white plume flung high into the air over her head.
She looks like a showgirl flaunting ostrich feathers in a Broadway show.
They float like little clouds onto the floor.
Soon damp white clumps surrounded her.
Now exactly like those sitting on the couch surrounded by their sodden white lumps.
With a big grin, she looks up with great satisfaction.
So proud.
Looking around for praise.
Then she sneezes.
Exactly like everyone else.
You know what they say, “The family that sneezes together….”
Like Dumas’ Three Musketeers we shall fight this arm in paw!
M. Leloir,(1851-1940) Jules Huyot 1894 Illustration (US public domain: expired copyright/ artist life+70yrs/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
All for one and one for all,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
We all need more sunny warm days – like Friday…not like today.
Get that groundhog on the phone now.
People are silly.
That phrase is a multipurpose winner: advice, condolences, explanation, and observation all in one.
Could be mantra for the year?
Might short-circuit some rants, return some commonsense, lessen some stress?
People are certainly an enigma.
(Enigma, Painted by Glen Josselsohn/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Do the kid a favor and teach that phrase.
And repeat it often.
Will come in handy later in life.
People are silly.
Funny phrase: funny HA HA or funny peculiar?
Punxsutawney Phil isn’t laughing at this fierce blizzard chilling the East Coast.
Not so politely contradicting that groundhog. Nor’easter winter storm Nemo
(NASA satellite image. www. nasa.gov)
Those in search of frivolity in NYC not to be denied, though.
The stand-by line for Saturday Night Live tickets at the NBC studio is growing despite the frigid temps.(VIDEO)
HA! They wrap in blankets against the cold concrete.
HA! They laugh at the thought of being buried in snow drifts 1-2 feet deep.
HA! They laugh at the wimps who caution them, ask about food, or bathroom trips. Not a second thought.
They are young! The brave.
They are Justin Bieber fans!
It’s the “love will keep me warm” thing.
Determined to get those SNL tickets.
(screenshot from NBC/Today Show. Today.com)
Bieber’s PR peeps should be shuffling that singer to get over and shake hands with the hardy ones.
Before the red runny noses crust over with ice.
Before their fingers crack, bleed, and fall off.
Black fingers and toes are not such a pretty promo pix.
But bandages and weeping girls would allow him to show is sensitive side during a hospital visit?
NBC is considering releasing available show tickets early.
It’s simply a matter of time before the t-shirts show up:
“I went to see Justin host Saturday Night Live and all I got was this lousy frostbite!”
When you said flying lesson, I thought it meant inside the plane. (Rror/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
People are so silly.
What one group thinks is insane, the other thinks is totally sensible.
Funny is so difficult – that HA HA or peculiar.
Lots of snorts when parts of Arkansas considered letting people pistol tote their guns to church.
At least this way the guns won’t be stolen while the people are hearing about the word of God.
Now if they will only add a guarded check room for computers and flat screen TVs, too. (Honey load up the car quickly, we don’t want to miss the sermon). Might actually improve attendance? Perhaps a “stay and play” for valuables while homeowners get groceries?
Residents of Hillcrest can’t even go pick up a pizza without coming home to find everything they own is gone – again.
(Law enforcement’s solution: “Just don’t buy anything nice. Then they won’t break in.” Seriously. He said that. Not HA HA funny.)
Guns at church. Bingo!
Oh, if there are bingo games on church grounds, potential problems?
Everyone knows some people are bad losers.
People are just so silly.
1936 Columbia Pictures Movie Title card(US public domain. published 1923-1963.Copyright not renewed/ commons.wikimedia.org)
Some church people are really funny.
Funny HA HA or funny peculiar depends on your view of life, sense of right and wrong, and willingness to forgive.
Maybe the joke’s finally on the Westboro Baptist Church?
That’s the rude group known for screaming ugly comments and picketing during funerals of fallen soldiers.
Two granddaughters of the leader have left the group and are now staying with another former member.
The oldest sister says they now see all the hurt and pain the church’s radical beliefs have caused and deeply regret it.
They are trying to figure things out according to a statement they released.
A Church spokesman announced the girls have rejected the Lord and are going to Hell.
Proper church lady? (1915. Modigliani,1884-1920,US Public domain: Yorck Project.Reprod of art/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
What can I say?
People are silly.
Funny, it’s the only logical explanation.
And you call me silly?
(Ana_Cotta.Source.Cara de Sabado. flickr/common.wikimedia.org)
Smile on,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
And thanks to THE SPECKLED BEAN’S for the kid inspire mantra.
Now rush on over to read some kid wisdom.
Duchamp painting, 1912. Philadelphia Museum of Art (US public domain. Pub. date/artist life/reprod of art. Not Public domain in France. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Not even a “one if by land” or two “if seen on TV”.
(It’s the modern version.)
Three if by air! (1942-45 National Archives’ pictures of Revolutionary War-Beginnings in New England.Public domain: by FSA/ Office of War Info/ Fed. Gov. employee/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Those guys kept warning.
The Brit is coming.
The Brit is coming.
(Like a blended family, we are still often at each other.)
Fire at the whites of their eyes?
(More likely heated by fire in their own eyes.)
At least there weren’t torches and pitchforks.
But it was a rowdy ranting crowd gathered in the parking lot.
The sort cameras love.
(You see me cringing, right. No? That’s because I’m cringing)
Great. Visions of yokels and rednecks stereotypically sloshed over all of us – again.
(Wait! We have sushi and Thai food. Costco. Multiple locations of Whole Foods. Starbucks every ten feet or so it seems…except when you are late and really need some coffee.)
(Wait! There’s quite a theater scene. Could I convince you they were hired for atmosphere? No? Worth a try.)
I’m tired of cookin’. Now which of you is pickin’ up the pizza?
(1913 “Believe Me, Xantippe”US pubic domain: expired copyright/publication date/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
CNN and Piers Morgan arrived to take up an offer:
Come try out some guns here at a gun range, Tactical Firearms, in Texas.
Just come see.
Maybe get some information.
Word spread fast. They weren’t arriving for congenial football tailgating.
(Wait! It’s Piers. Could they be some wanna-be outlandish American Idol contestants trying to catch his eye?
Work with me here. Please.)
Traditional Texas hospitality and good manners, lacking. Shameful. An invited guest.
A small friendly gathering. (ADHD is not new)
(1899 poster.Courier Litho. Co,Buffalo,NY/US public domain: expired copyright/artist life/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Now Piers Morgan is a smart man.
Knows how to build an audience.
Knows how to build controversy.
Knows how to make money.
Now he knows how to sit down and fire a military fully automatic bullet-spitting Browning M2 just like in the movies: a machine gun. (Watch CNN video)
Safely in a gun range with instructors and ear protectors.
With someone else paying for that expensive ammunition.
(Secretly lots of people would like a chance like this. It’s a special military weapon requiring extra paperwork and longer screening time at purchase, as well as having a large price tag.)
Can you beat that? A city slicker getting a turn with that trigger.
“The Wild Wild West”CBS,1965.US public domain: no copyright notice/publication date/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Did anyone at the range do the gun ritual kids growing up always got from parents?
(I know Morgan’s an adult, but he’s not from here.)
“Never touch a gun without permission.”
“A gun is not a toy.”
“Always assume the gun is loaded.”
“Never ever point a gun at a person.”
Each line said slowly as the adult looked directly in their eyes, and waited a response to “Do you understand me?”
These lines repeated as often as: “Look both ways before crossing the street’ and “Always have a buddy when you go swimming.”
Do hope Piers wasn’t offended by the little ritual.
But all that’s important at any age.
Repetition builds habits and safety.
Think he’ll be stayin’ for some vittles?
(1922″Peg O’My Heart” US public domain. publication date/expired copyright/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Movie-style macho machine guns aside, nice of Tactical Firearms of Katy to say, “Come on down” to Piers.
Give him a chance to talk from experience.
All controversial statements aside, nice of Piers to give it a shot.
Hopefully, he got a chance to use other guns, too. They aren’t all alike. Don’t want to leave with that impression.
It would be great if he went along with some duck hunters in South Texas. Wouldn’t have to shoot. Rather amazing to just be outdoors: see the sun rise, hear the wild. There’s something to just sitting and appreciating it all. Ask any sportsman.
Hunting feral hogs from helicopters surfaced. While some see that as just fun, the main purpose is to reduce the wild hogs that are causing so much damage. (more about helicopter hog hunts below). That’s a different sort of hunting – more adrenaline charged. Macho.
To each his own.
Piers, next time, bringing a token “guest gift”: a copy of that 1215 Great Charter?
(Blended families sometimes forget how it started once things get emotional.
Always inspiring to re-read that document every so often.)
It’s just the invitation list, right? Of course. Just sign here.
(Signing of Magna Carta. Cassell’s History of England.1902. US public domain: reproduction/expired copyright/life of artist+70 yrs/ Wikipedia,org)
The United States wouldn’t be what it is without England.
We have that Magna Carta heritage in common.
Common ground of uncommon ideals
So it’s your deal, Piers Morgan.
Let’s see how you play it.
(And, you know, we’re not all like that parking lot crowd.)
Ya’ll come back now, hear?
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Ready to get hog wild?
“Texas law: New spin on helicopter hog hunting” (OK. the laws have changed. You can hover and hunt.)
“Just odd: Hogs, Helicopters, Fine dining” (It’s Texas. They do all go together. Trust me)
Wild West by Nicolas von Kospoth, Triggerhappy.
(Released to public domain, 2006. Commons.wikimedia.org)
They didn’t ask for it – all them city slickers showin’ up.
Not invited.
Not considerate folks at all.
So most of them just picked up and moved further back.
1908. An independent sort.
(Dept. of Interior/ National Archives.US Public domain: by fed employee/ commons.wikimedia.org)
But now they’re running out of room to run.
They are used to wandering without anyone noticing or commenting.
Lived off the land.
(Never asked to be included in social welfare programs)
Sensibly eating a variety of stuff.
(Not understanding this crazy talk about regulating super gulps and organics.)
Clawing out an existence.
Courageous enough to take on a grizzly bear – but these new people?
1941 gathering. Work hard. Play hard.
(Wolcott /Library of Congress. US public domain: by US gov employee/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
The nerve of them newcomers.
Complaining about them being a common nuisance.
Or the new folks being startled by an unexpected appearance.
Even called them names like “Mountain Devil”
Newcomers: such manners! Downright Rude.
Confused about who was there first – and who should make the rules.
(Enough to make anyone feel like snarling or showing sharp teeth.)
Some of them banded together. 1924 Wolverine Orchestra.
(US public domain: No copyright date/ publication date between 1923-1977. artist life/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
It got ugly.
There was talk of “them” or “us”
“Drive them out!” some of the newcomers cried.
Bring in more snowmobiles.
Build more ski slopes.
Encourage those backcountry skiers to intrude even more.
More people means more on our side!
Cut down the forest.
Let them go live with the rest of them in Canada or Alaska!
Yes, they like the cold.
Let them live like polar bears!
Even if the going is rocky, not backing down from a fight.
(US public domain by NPS /US gov employee/ Common.wikimedia.org)
Some quietly talked of something called “recreational” hunting
It wasn’t catch and release.
Some talked about trapping them.
Others said not worth attracting the government attention with that, maybe poison?
Killers.
That did finally get some attention.
Wolverines almost became extinct in the early 1900’s from unregulated trapping and poisoning programs.
Fight like a cornered Wolverine
(2011.Long Beach Comic and Horror con/ Wolverine cosplayer, Flickr/ Simbu123(talk)/ pop culture geek/ Commons.wikimedai.org)
There are only 250 – 300 wolverines left the Northern Rockies of Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and Washington.
Hard to get accurate count since they roam so much.
One male lives in the Sierra Nevada range. There used to be more in California. (Not the high taxes that’s running them out.)
One lonely guy lives in the southern Rocky Mountains.
(Please sign them up for a dating service or a mail order bride, quick)
The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service may designate wolverines as a threatened species under the Endangered Species Act
Wolverines live in high areas, near the tree-line, where it is cold year round – where’s there’s lots of snow.
They need 5+ feet of snow in order to dig comfy burrows and raise 1-4 babies a year.
The wolverine moms plan ahead: gather food, then bury it in the snow close to the burrow. They don’t have to go far to get groceries for meals. (You know how hard it is to be a new mom, right?)
Snow cover needs to last until mid May.
Home, sweet wolverine home.
(Ernst Vikne/ Flickr/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Snow. That’s why the FWS is concerned.
There hasn’t been many big snow falls in the past few years – and the snow is melting earlier.
If the wolverines are added to the ESA list, hunting and trapping might permanently stopped.
There might be an attempt to reintroduce wolverines to the Colorado mountain range.
It doesn’t appear that human activities like snowmobiling or cross-country skiing really bother wolverines. Apparently, they just need snow in high elevations.
So economic impact/job impact may not be an issue for tribal lands, state lands, or private landowners
Except some of those just don’t like wolverines and don’t want them reintroduced to former habitat.
Some say wolverines will be like the re-introduced wolves: won’t stay where they are supposed to stay.
This wolverine didn’t stay in one place. Iron side-wheeler USS Michigan was renamed USS Wolverine.
(US public domain, Postcard. expired copyright/ publication date prior 1923/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Some environmentalist are upset.
They want the FWS to insist that wolverines are losing habit because of global warming.
Wolverines should be used as poster children to stop greenhouse gases?
Other environmentalist want all human activity in wolverine habitats to cease. (90% of habitats are on federal lands)
Who’s got time to worry?
(Lewis. USDT photo. US public domain: by US gov employee/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Wolverines, like most human folks, are too busy raising the kids and digging up dinner to pay much attention.
Just trying to get along day by day.
But a creature that doesn’t back down from a grizzly bear?
Sounds like something good to keep around.
Wild for the wolverines,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
If you are interested in the proposal by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, click here. Tells how you can comment or attend public meetings.
Here’s a video and article by the Huffington Post
Would a real lady wear a wrap with a face and paws?
(Lynch, 1851-1912.US public domain: copyright expired/ artist life/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
No Hot Yoga for him.
The attendants were nervous.
They knew he’d have to be treated special: with caution and great care.
After all, he’s a senior – past 100 yrs.
Understandably, he’s a bit stiff.
But stretching, adapting, and being grounded is good for all ages.
And he’d already accomplished a big move – so up for anything now?
They worried he’d wobble.
(He assured them he was planted solid and deep)
Vrksasana? Tree pose? They copied his perfection.
(Yoga image: Judith. London, UK. Flickr, 2007/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
“Salute to the Sun?” Yep. Every morning
(No doubt with humor waving to the sky saying “Still here!”)
He reaches for “Downward dog”
(He notes with a comical shake, that he’s always liked dogs and still welcomes their visits)
Not for him the stuffy yoga studio with safe flat floors covered with mats
(Better to inhale that fresh air outside to recharge the metabolism
Better to rest eyes on forest and field to feel one with nature.)
And the soggy ground from this winter’s gully washers? Drinks it in.
(Best to stay hydrated.
And they say there’s something about wrinkles?
A laugh at that thought. Really, look at him. He’s old.)
Even in the morning spooky fog, out there.
(All the better to greet the shy ones who timidly approach.)
Breath and feel stress drain away
He readily welcomes all who wander over.
Seems willing to whisper stories of “long ago when….”
Been through many storms of life:
Hurricanes, droughts on the farm, recent threats from neighbors.
But many good times, too – with family and those who show up out of no where just when he needs help.
So he stretches in the sun – bows in the wind.
The secret of life is to stay flexible.
Adaptable.
To stay calm in the face of adversity having faith things will work out for the best.
And so far it looks like it has.
Hey – over here. Sit down and chat awhile. Ghirardi Compton Oak not a difficult celeb.
Just a short update on the massive Ghirardi Compton Oak that was moved last year in League City, TX.
It’s looked a bit bedraggled in the rain during January. Some branches are bare.
Checked with the city arborist and those keeping an eye on the old tree.
The experts say it’s setting in well.
Getting plenty of rain water (irrigation system used as needed) and nutritious snacks.
The spring leaves are expected soon.
It’s doing OK according to them.
Honestly, the oak tree looks little rough – not just the bark. (But who doesn’t after the holidays?)
Recently walked over during a warm afternoon to get a good look.
There’s quite of bit of new bright green leaves appearing. (Hard to see in the pictures).
Hoping the canopy fills in this spring.
The Ghirardi oak will be an important piece of a new park there.
League City plan is being modified to be more in line with what the community wants in a park
There’s a bit of controversy.
While many people like the native planting areas, the rain garden, and even the kiosk with the grass-covered roof, most want the park to be fun, too. Some playground equipment and places to picnic. Less a place to teach, lecture, educate the public on ways to conserve water at home while seated in a theater/outdoor classroom amphitheater.
So redesigns are occurring. Here’s the original design for the “Water Smart Park”
A federal money was granted based on the water conservation idea. Most residents are willing to let that money go and create a great space without it.
(Besides many argue, that money might be put to better use by Hurricane Sandy victims. Hurricane Ike came right over here – so this area understands.)
The name sound a bit goofy to me. At least they’ve added “Ghirardi” to it now that the tree has hopped over.
What ever the final design, I hope there’s some wild spaces left near by.
Oh, deer. Even the shy ones are visiting!
There are tons of deer tracks all around the tree area.
And a few big dog paw prints, too.
The Ghirardi Compton Oak likes kids and leashed dogs. Welcomes visits. Brings back memories of when…
He’s still here.
Keeping an eye on the sky.
Staying well grounded.
Knowing things have a way of working out.
Blue skies – nothing but blue skies.
A fine example.
Always good to learn from the elders.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Read the whole story of the traveling Ghirardi Compton Oak:
- “Bored? Sappy story. It’s moving.” (Save the old oak tree! Community vs the road builders)
- “Heat arresting development. Treed” (progress of move)
- “Update: Ghirardi Compton Oak Landed” (Final stage of move and it’s home. Photos)
- “Rooting for Heart” Nov, 2012 update. (The tree is resting, but lonely? Getting used to a new place)
VIDEO. Watch the 100-year-old tree move 1500 feet. Quite a feat.
Not always bad to reflect on where you came from.
Looking down the not-so-long road home.
Winter in the Realm may appear sleepy to those who only give a quick glance. A tribute to Our deft handling.
While We, RC of the Realm, appear to be disengaged from Our lofty perch, We are simply – and wisely – conserving energy.
And ensuring Our good health by elevation.
Winter: a time for musing and amusing.
(Lang,1814-1893.Brooklyn Museum. Public domain: life of artist+100yrs/photo reprod./ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Staff has been struggling recently with sniffles and sneezes.
At times it has been most difficult to interpret staff’s speech.
Meaning their actual formations of sounds: they are mumbling.
Staff’s utterance are always questionable as far as intelligent meaning.
We must be kind and understanding of the lesser species, but their snorty speech is an added difficulty.
A soft touch is sometimes necessary with staff.
(Evan-Amos: Public domain/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Overheard staff discussions have been intriguing recently.
Apparently their chosen representatives of their Congressmess are meeting.
An indulgence by the RCs of the Realms.
We benignly allow humans’ gatherings and the appearance of them having control over their lives.
It is amusing.
Beyoncé: talented star not sinking no matter what the terrain.
(2011 NY, Claude Mariotto.Flickr/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
It is beyond Us why their Congressmess is concerned with someone’s sinking lips.
Fools! If her lips are sinking, it would be intelligent to order that one to raise the head out of the water or quicksand.
Commonsense.
Should resolve itself on its’ own.
You see what humans feel is important enough to worry about.
Sigh.
Biofueled car eats corn. Is it anti chicken? Check the grill.
(Luftfahrrad/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
If there was one ounce of intelligence among the lot, staff would be demanding that Congressmess order an end to using food as fuel in those moving transport boxes.
Food! When so many are hungry?
Even Our adored feathered friends, the chickens, have suffered due to feed scarcity. Fewer are winging it to Super Bowl. Oh, fowl!
Sometimes We despair of humans’ foolish ways.
Still, staff’s childish interests occasionally presents opportunities for amusement.
Not chocolate coated.
(Map by Leonhard Euler,1760.US public domain:artist life+100 yrs./Publication date prior to 1923/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
We are quite intrigued by these Maps of Fudgemint that their Congressmess is discussing.
Not that We Ourselves shall never indulge in eating fudgemint.
But We wish to treat Our staff who seem to find all forms of fudge quite delightful.
Fudge is apparently is like catnip for humans. They cannot resist.
So when We overheard staff discussing Maps of Fudgemints, We tilted Our ears to eavesdrop in order to have a fuller understanding and to discover where these guides could be obtained.
Now We are confused.
One would think staff would be pleased their Congressmess is talking about fudge.
Where’s the Fudgemint?
(Brampton Cyclist. Flickr/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
But staff is loudly exclaiming elected officials should not be having Maps of Fudgemints.
That Congressmess should always be thinking clearly, recalling facts promptly and correctly, and making logical decisions based on that.
You see Our quandary: what does fudgemint have to do with making wise choices?
Now We are positive fudgemint is a substance that causes silly illogical thoughts.
Perhaps fudgemint is addictive?
Is that why staff feels Maps of Fudgemint are so bad?
Fudging obvious here. Be wary of those who cook things up?
(Lady’s Home Journal, Feb, 1922.US public domain: expired copyright/publication before 1923/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Staff went on to say officials should be counted on to speak the truth: no fudging on details.
What is this: “No fudging the truth”?
Sugar-coating words? What?
Do they use fudge covered alphabet cereal for that purpose?
No wonder staff is concerned: messy.
Might bring ants.
So odd. Using food to record ideas.
How would such records be stored?
Kept away from hungry eyes, no doubt.
So like humans: totally confusing.
Must be in the no? Excellently done.
(Leatherman Variant of Public Domain Geocaching Logo.World wide public domain./ Commons.wikimedia.org)
We must search that wicked media staff mentions for information on Maps of Fudgemint.
We can only assume that these maps must be part of a game like geocaching.
Our staff deserves a treat once in a while.
Bear with U.S. Geocaching Geocoin.
(Roger Griffith. public domain image.commons.wikimedia.org)
We shall explore the possibility of creating Our Own Maps of Fudgemint game.
Though it sounds sticky.
There’s no accounting for what appeals to staff.
Perhaps it would be best to wait until all of staff is healthy – not sniffling and speaking clearly.
Otherwise a trail of tissues might provide a paper trail behind the leader for others to follow.
Yes, some would do that.
Simply follow a paper trail instead of thinking on their own.
Although, unless there is a change, all the currently tossed damp tissues around the Realm certainly would provide multiple false route clues.
Granny’s crocheted is meant as comfort for staff – not a dog chew toy.
(Durova/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
We must insist these damp tissue lumps be collected.
Oh, there. It’s taken care of.
How delightful!
Well behaved tissues. We are amused by these willing specimens. They know their place.
(Mk2010 / Commons.wikimedia.org)
The Molly, seeing a need, leaps in be of help. She is collecting all of the damp tissues.
We wonder, just how many is the Molly able to hold in that expandable mouth?
Not Our concern – just curious.
Staff must be curious, too. They are chasing the Molly.
We must remember to mention the Molly’s willingness to clean up the Realm in her next performance review.
And mention to staff that with illness, only light exercise is recommended.
So much to consider.
Do you not see the Paw of Fury? Yes?
We must assume, then, you are waiting to experience it?
We wish to ponder these Realm issues on solitude.
You have permission to withdraw.
The paw is waving.
The paw is waving quite vigorously – Oh, now see, Dunderhead.
The stack of hand towels We have been using as a pillow has jumped off the shelf.
No! You do not have permission to replace them on Our lofty perch.
Do not attempt to undo what you have caused.
Staff! Attend Us! (It’s wrinkled! It’s wrinkled!)
Sneeze in your elbow. Use the elbow. Come no closer!
(Princess and the Pea.Hans Andersen./Dulac illustration, 1911.Hodder & Stoughton. (Danish )/Gutenberg.org. US public domain only: published outside US before 1923/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
And you. It would be wise to leave now – and consider how to regain Our favor.
Mousies are always good.
Or Greenies..an open bag of Greenies.
One would be wise to consider.
Fool! We said mouse – not mousse.
(Flickr user scribacchina.Wikipedia.org)
Our paw has waved….again!
Fini. (We have noted your clumsiness and slow response.)
And don’t forget to leave the tribute of an open can of food in the doorway.
Adieu.
I am RC Cat and I approve this message.
Catch up with RC and the Realm this post:
“She’s a killer. Be Happy.” RC is pleased with the Molly’s new efforts to be useful in the Realm
“New Occupant’s evaluation”. RC gives the Molly her first performance review.
You prefer some Vanilla Fudge? (1960’s Psychedelic band. Image by Michael Borkson.flickr/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Step away. Step away now, Sandy! It’s for your own protection.
For once, think of yourselves!
Darn cousin.
You know what it’s like: that cousin.
Who are you calling a brat?
(Guy,1824-1910 Brooklyn Museum.US public domain: artist life+100yrs. photo reprod/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
The one you’d rather not see – or stand next to in the pictures.
They’re always the cutest and most adored.
The ones that amuse adults with the witty remarks about current events – as well as (wink-wink) the celebrity gossip.
The ones using a great vocabulary (“They apply themselves in school – you could do the same.”)
Fair haired kid.
The vanguard of hope for the family name.
Stuck with them. They’re family.
(Fly Sandy, Fly while you can!)
I don’t know, they told us not to get dirty.
(Serov, 1865-1911.US public domain: expired copyright/ life of author+70yrs/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
No one would believe if you told, anyway.
That’s the cousin that hands you the bag of firecrackers and says, “Go around back. It’s OK.”
It’s the one that sees you running frantically towards the bathroom after all that spinach dip and Aunt Marge’s bean soup, and yells loudly, “There’s plenty of toilet paper.”
And there may be somewhere…but not in reach.
You pinch me again and I’ll tell.
(Sargent,1856-1925.US public domain: life of artist+80yrs/ Common.wikimedia.org)
It’s the one that says “I’ll buy your soda if you fish out a Big Red for me.”
And you stand there, up to your armpit in the icy water of that old fashion metal ice box.
Frantically swishing the bottles around searching.
Until the man at the counter inside yells out “I told ya’ll there’s plenty of 7-Up, root beer, and grape Nehi sodas, but no Big Red.”
Then trying to appear totally unconcerned.
Ignoring the snorts and smirks while nonchalantly flapping that dripping frozen arm.
Wait. You said I could go, too. Wait up.
(Gallen-Kallela,1865-1931.US public domain, photo reprod/ publications prior 1923/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Vowing never again!
But deep inside, you know.
Everyone has to put up with one of those in the family, right?
All for one and one for all..
(1768 Durand.US public domain:artist life+100 yrs. photo reprod/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
So when recognizing the signs, do you warn another?
Seem a kindness to tip them off.
Sandy! Don’t stand next to your cousins!
Forget they are closely related.
Forget they share they same general body type and physiology.
Forget they like to travel the same routes.
Forget they like to live in the same places where you do.
Fly! Look out for yourself! It’s in your best interest!
Flight of the smart sandhill cranes (David Stanley/Commons.wikimedia.org)
You and yours are doing so well.
Comfortably succeeding in life.
Your group is growing in numbers. Better than ever hoped. Almost 600,00 strong.
Compared to those “special” cousins.
Their numbers hovering around 300.
Despite the fact they are sheltered, pampered, and given priority.
Despite their celebrity status meaning fan clubs and guides offering tours to those wishing – hoping for even a glimpse.
A rare sight: whooping crane in flight.
(USDA photo by John Noll. US public domain: by US Fed. employee/ Commos.wikimedia.org)
Birds of a feather flock together, but sandhill cranes would be wise to curtail their standing close to whooping cranes.
It hasn’t escaped notice by wildlife experts that the sandhill cranes are doing much better than the whooping cranes.
Which has Gabe Hamer, clinical assistant professor in the entomology department of A&M’s College of Veterinary Medicine and Biomedical Sciences, and other researchers scratching their heads as the species are so similar.
Hoping to discover something that will improve the survival chances of whooping cranes, researchers are examining health risks faced by both species: parasite, viruses, and toxins.
Sandhill crane wisely paying attention.
(Mike’s Birds./ Commons.wikimedia.org)
(Now listen up cranes – no laughing.)
One method of study involves collecting and analyzing bird poop from both species.
Yes, they collected it from the cranes’ rest stops and habitats.
The second method in involves veterinarians in full hospital scrubs doing complete, in-depth physical examinations.
But whooping cranes can’t be disturbed, so sandhill cranes are acting as stand-ins.
Sounds a bit ticklish?
Actually it’s a tad rougher.
The two-hour exam has to be done on a dead sandhill crane.
Hunters have been recruited to shoot down “volunteers” participants.(Hunters get the tasty breast meat)
Intrigued? Appalled? Curious about cranes, science, or hunting, read an article here.
All for moving the body of knowledge forward.
Nervously, feeling a little sympathy for the sandhill cranes, though.
Three calm and confident whooping cranes. Full of self-esteem – and hope.
Klaus Nigge/ Flickr:Snowmanradio:Commons.wikimedia.org)
Somehow the cousins always get the convertible and the rooms with the views of the water.
Maybe if the cranes came off their elevated perches and bothered to mimic their lesser cousins behavior?
Then no feathered would be harmed?
No need to ask, it’s family.
The lesser cousins, the sandhills, are willing to share secrets.
Whooping cranes are what they are: the most admired, the vanguard of the family name. But this time, struggling.
Sandhills just want to stand next to them – to be in the glow of reflected light.
Even if it means sloshing up to their armpits in cold water.
After all, it’s family
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Looking for a 4 leaf clover – to give to the cranes.
(Corteza/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Metal or mental?
Not sure which is tougher.
Touch or touched?
Agony. Coming to a head?
(Michelangelo,1475-1564.Public domain.Yorck Project/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Is anyone so out of touch that they can’t see the public must be protected from danger?
Here’s something worthy of action – a petition at least.
Obviously a threat with these characteristics:
- Powerful – able to shoot long distances
- High capacity loading
- Rapid fire capacity
- If you hit what you’re aiming at – it’s gonna hurt – bad.
- If the initial hit doesn’t kill, an untreated wound has a good chance of finishing the job.
- Hair trigger action (designed that way). Need to be careful where you aim this one.
- Made for serious use by professionals who’ve been trained. Certainly not for amateurs/hobbyists.
- Gotta struggle with that recoil
- And a worry as they do get stolen a lot. Must be safely stored and secured.
- But with such hefty weight, so gonna be a drag on those baggy pants.
- But it just looks bad. So macho. Gotta swagger when carrying. Mucho desirable.
Nail guns. The perfect assault weapon.
Yep, better get on-line soon before everyone starts grabbing them.
Prices bound to shoot up. Suppliers will sell out.
Just getting them as collector’s items, right?
Surefire investment if banned considering how dangerous as these things are.
That’s gotta hurt. Tetanus shot, anyone? It’s deadly. (Hellerhoff/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
And there’s something else terribly dangerous.
Warning: Great caution needed.
Law enforcement needs to keep a close eye – to protect the public.
- Has a pistol grip
- Sharp eagle-eyed sight (laser sight adaptable)
- Fast response
- Hair trigger
- Capable of rapid fire and repetitive action – (without even thinking about it)
- Easily to transport inconspicuously
- Easy to hide
- Produces that popular image: hard-edged, tough, wanted.
Shadow of the most dangerous weapon.
(Jebulon/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Touched.
That why the gunman pulled out his weapon at the Lone Star Community College in Texas.
Another person bumped into him on the sidewalk. Seriously. Touched him accidentally.That’s why.
The shooter (multiple previous arrests) was carrying a gun in a “Gun-free Zone”, a college campus.
It’s a felony to carry a gun on school campuses in Texas.
But he had one and used it – because some one bumped into him.
His mom says he always carries a gun.
No record/paperwork showing a legal conceal carry license.
No records showing legal purchase of gun.
Oh, yeah, he has gang associations and connections, too.
(His friend / partner in crime, literally, also has a police record.)
Three wounded. Fortunately, none dead.
Only took a touch.
(Michelangelo, 1475-1564 (Flicker.Jonund/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Apparently, it was a serious offense bumping him.
Maybe he should wear a sign “Don’t touch!”
Sadly, a woman in a nearby classroom panicked and was hospitalized with a possible had a heart attack.
Understandable as she was at Fort Hood when another man went around murdering unarmed soldiers.
She is trying to get her life back together and now another shooting incident with her as an innocent bystander.
Touched.
Strange incident, all right.
(“Mabel’s Strange Predicament”, 1914 (US Public domain: expired copyright/published before 1923. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Then there’s the recent incident in the parking lot of a restaurant.
- Two young women have an argument in the restaurant bathroom.
- They come outside and involve their boy friends.
- One man pulls a gun.
- The other grabs his knife
- Policeman working next door on an extra job as security hears gunfire and rushes over.
- Sees two men on ground with the one on top repeatedly stabbing the other.
- Orders him to stop. Drop knife.
- Won’t. Keeps stabbing.
- Outcome? Man with knife dead by cop’s bullet. Stab victim in hospital. Cop on desk duty so he can’t protect the public.
- And the two women who started it all with an argument?
Touched in the head.
So which is the most dangerous threat to society: metal or mental?
Oh it’s not naughty. He’ll outgrow tantrums.
(“The Naughty Grandson”Jakobides, 1853-1932.US public domain: life of artist+80yrs./photo reprod/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Anger management.
A touching response.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Just to review: (there may be a quiz)
- It’s against the law to carry a weapon without a license and permit.
- It’s against the law to carry a weapon on school or college campus.
- It’s against the law to assault a person.
- It’s against the law to shoot a person.
- It’s against the law to stab a person.
- It’s against the law not to follow directions/orders given by police/law enforcement officers.
- It’s against the law to murder a person.
Civilization only works when all agree to follow the laws. And the laws are enforced.
Crying shame.
Article from Washington Times:” States’ crime rates show scant linkage to gun laws”
Related posts:
“Raging rashly. Crazy mad” Explosive anger. With adorable stiletto heels! Insane!
How dare you say NO! I hate you. You’ll be sorry.
(Kyle Flood/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Bitter.
“So? It’s winter.”
Snowy Rooftops by Caillebotte,1848-1894
(US public domain:artist life+100yrs/photo repro./Commons.wikimedia.org)
Not budging. Nope.
“Certainly an understatement to say it’s cold, but we’ve seen worse. Now come along. Can’t put it off any longer.”
The bone chilling snow. Hazardous. No match for such as us. Don’t you remember? I read it recently.
“The little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. …”
“Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining….”
(Jean Hersholt translation from “Den lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne”)
1969 Manhattan blizzard. (Historic NWS Collection.US pubic domain: by US employee/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
A tale of woe and whoa.
Quite applicable.
“Oh, Come on. Enough drama. It’s not that bad.”
Easy for you to say with the warm boots, insulated gloves, and that (sneer) fuzzy coat
“I heard that. You are the last one to say anything about fur coats. Now stop being silly. You used to romp and stomp in worse than this. Refused to come inside.”
Free spirited fun: splash with fur muff, 1918
(Evans.Library of Congress/US public domain: expired copyright/publication date/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Sigh. One gains wisdom with age.
“Sorry. No sympathy. Just get it over with.”
Well, If we must, we must. Although considerate Persons would accept alternatives in such weather.
Might as well take the ball, too. As long as we are going out, we shall attempt little came of catch? Exercise gets the blood stirring. Keeps you warm. I’ll even carry it out, OK?
Come now. Step lively. Your idea after all.
A little match, girl?
Throw the ball. Throw the ball. Throw the ball.
Matchless fun. Cool.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Catch up with the German’s life in a high-rise: “Over here. I know a place. (German’s nose)“
It’s really not this bad…all in the mind…keep walking…keep walking…
(2010 Snow. AgnosticPreachersKid/Commons.wikimedia.org)
“Heartless! Stupid! Ignorant!” shrieks one side.
“Heartless! Stupid! ignorant!’ screams the other.
Facing the bright light of day now.
Grimacing and squinting in the glare of public opinion.
It’s been a shadow world.
Abandoned. Cotton warehouse in Huntsville, TX (Image from KBTX.com)
Few knew they were there.
No one was aware of how many.
There had been talk of studying that population for research.
They huddle together in the old abandoned cotton warehouse across from the prison.
Silently slipping in and out under the cover of darkness.
Avoiding all contact.
Invisible.
A haven for at least ten years
Where will we go? What will become of us?
(Reni.1575-1642.US public domain.Yorck Project/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Now the focus of a great deal of flap.
They travel from Mexico and migrate back there during the winter. Nothing to do here in the cold.
So the warehouse is currently vacant.
Tear it down now so it won’t be there to offer shelter when they return in the spring?
Problem solved.
They’ll leave.
Too horrible to think about!
(Bride of Dracula trailer,1936.US public domain: release date/no copyright notice. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Or will they?
Habits are hard to break.
Some will drift away on their own?
But others will hang around here and there in the neighborhoods.
What is wrong with you people? They mean no harm!
(Brouwer, 1605-1638. US public domain. life of artist+100yrs./photo reproduction. Commons.wikimedia.org)
They contribute to the community insist their supporters.
Build some suitable housing.
There’s federal funding for revitalizing the area along Town Creek.
Make them a part of that plan.
Make it a showcase area.
Be welcoming. Like Austin or Houston.
There there dahling. Do not worry your little head. They shall be banished.
(1939 screenshot.Bela Lugosi.”The Gorilla”20th Century Fox.US public domain film.release date/Copyright not renewed/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Controversy. Meetings. Decisions to be made.
Prototype housing is quickly being built.
It’s hoped the community will pitch in with materials and labor.
Some really want them to stay
They do a lot for agriculture.
Eating moths, beetles, dragonflies, flies, wasps, ants, and other insects.
There are always those biting remarks. Sadly, it’s true some cannot keep their mouths shut.
(“Horror of Dracula” Trailer, 1958.Hammer Horn Production. US Public domain: publication date/without copyright notice/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
Some worry about them spreading diseases.
That’s a real possibility as “the Livable Forest” Kingwood residents found out.
Some worry they will mess with your hair.
But that’s really an old wives tale – a myth.
Not much time to spare.
At last count, there were some 247,000 individuals to be relocated.
That’s big batch of Mexican free-tailed bats expected to arrive in the spring.
No doubt Sam Houston State University and the Huntsville Audubon Society are helping with the flight plans.
Some say it may take several years to convince all of them to move.
Understandable. Hard to leave a place that’s always been home.
The Texas Department of Criminal Justice says they won’t demolish the warehouse until the bat colonies are moved and reestablished by the city.
“Let me entertain you. Let me make you smile!”
(Mexican Free-tailed Bat.US public domain. by US gov. employee/ Commons.wikimedia.org)
It’s Texas. They have to be careful.
The Mexican free-tailed bat was designated as the state of Texas’ official flying mammal.(cool bat video by TX Parks and Wildlife!)
These bats are protected by state and federal regulations.
Besides, Huntsville doesn’t want to be bugged.
Each bat gobbles half its’ weight in insects each night.
So a welcome mat in front of a new abode might be in order?
Maybe that Batmobile could lead them like that ultralight plane leads the whooping cranes?
Follow the leader? How could they could resist?
(Barris Batmobile at auction. Image.Barett-Jackson/autoweek.com)
Ok, that’s a batty idea.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Want to bat around?
Bat brains are more like primates’ brains than rats’, so distantly related to…?
Oh, another batty idea.
Video about the Huntsville bats here.
Let my people go. They toe the line.
(Dracula screenshot, 1931. Bela Lugosi. US public domain. release date. No copyright date. Commons.wikimedia.org)
Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge 