I'm not sure what's up with Blogger today, or with my laptop lately, but I'll give a try at a post. While the Emperor was loading our car to start our drive home, he had to wade through this flock? herd? gaggle? torrent? of wild turkeys. My brother-in-law threw them a few handfuls of grain, and they came running. We counted over sixty in this bunch. They make soft crooning sounds with only a hint of gobbling.
The weather today was beautiful, a beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds that belied the profound coldness of the wind that tormented us whenever we stopped to do a car thing. We're about halfway home, holed up in a hotel on the Oregon Trail. I never seem to get too far from this trail, and I like it that way. There's something about it that fascinates me, that catches my imagination.
We still have not seen the Hobbit movie -- I guess it was a lucky stroke that the "Mayan Apocalypse" really meant that the world would be renewed and not destroyed. If we get back to the house in good time tomorrow, I'm hoping to con the Emperor into going before the movie leaves town. That would be a real stroke of irony -- to have waited for years for a movie and then missing it when it finally hit the theaters.
You'll note a new button in the left sidebar -- The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee. It's a link to a blog kept by a family in Tacoma, Washington who take in tiny kittens to foster for the Humane Society. They take fantastic photographs of their small charges, give them lovely names, and chronicle their happy adoptions. The queen cat of the house is Charlene Butterbean, who serenely surveys the madness around her. George Takei says that the internet is made for cats, and I'm glad. If we can't have a furry bundle of goodness of our own, I can at least ogle other peoples' fuzz balls.
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