Monday, April 30, 2018

From Blankets To Tank Tops

My mother was wearing long sleeves, winter pants and at least one jacket under the car blanket yesterday. I had the windows open a crack and was warm in a t-shirt and denim capris. A tricky time of year, late March, I mean April. If it snowed tomorrow I wouldn't be surprised but today it was 80.

A sunny, cool day at Devil's Lake

Sunday, April 29, 2018

65 And Sunny

No, that doesn't describe me but it does describe my idea of perfect weather which we had in abundance today.

Shave and a shake?

She can't tell me not to take her picture if she doesn't know I'm doing it

Please don't put me in the water please don't put me in the water please don't put me in the water

Looking at daddy's shadow

Saturday, April 28, 2018

From The Ashes Come More Ashes

I went to check on the bloomin' progress in the Longenecker Gardens and they were in a sorry state due to the cold. I found a burn filling the air with something sweet and intangible at Gov Nel more interesting.

Looks as if it's stomping off in search of a warmer spring


I threw in a picture of a robin because it's all a bit cataclysmic and I'm still blue. Well, not literally, but I think I'd like that.

Tweet, brrrr, tweet, ugh what's the point

Friday, April 27, 2018

Aztalan, They Didn't Eat People For Food

I always liked the name Aztalan because it sounds like the King of Narnia but it's got its own cool history. Read about it here because I'm just not up to it. But I will give you this little nugget from an article in the Charlotte Observer:

                                              "Human remains at the site—those found in 1919 and those
                                               found since—'have been analyzed and don't fit the pattern
                                               of cannibalism...at least for food.'"
             
A section of the village stockade (900 - 1200 AD) is at the end of the path. Two giant matches (L) ready to light the fire?

Thursday, April 26, 2018

First Flowers

My mother wanted me to take her for a drive today to help take my mind off of losing Dexter. The place still feels as if he's here and I catch myself looking for him. Then everything feels so empty. Geez, just did it again (but it was my camera case).
Meanwhile, we saw some wild violets in the front yard of this Lake Mills bed and breakfast today and it's our first flower sighting of the spring.

The Fargo Mansion Inn

Too much scenery still looks like this

Stupid FIB hippy left his dog in the car with a window cracked open instead of taking him with

My chubby baby dreaming of chicken on our last night

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Not Quite A Diner But In The Ballpark (With Ballpark Prices)

Since my young cousin is taking my baby away tomorrow my old cousin—ha, she's a year younger than I am—drove over to DeForest with me for pie and Reubens.

Oh joy, it's Senior Day and we're old

The Thief of Hearts and my cousin Nanci say goodbye

A tasty Rueben on delicious cranberry wild rice bread (with homemade chips)

Eating my feelings with some blueberry packed pie

Monday, April 23, 2018

Short Stack

I had a hankering for diner food yesterday and the Pine Cone has a restaurant on Stoughton Road right next to Token Creek County Park. There was a new batch of young waitresses working and that's rarely good.
You want a career waitress named Bev who calls you, "Hon" not someone who doesn't know the difference between a short stack and silver dollar pancakes.

"Anyone know what a short stack is? And how do I use this ink stick?"

My mother thought we were in Johnson Creek, the preferred Pine Cone

I find diner grape juice irresistible

Not a short stack

Just before I was told to stop. taking. pictures. Look at the size of that BLT

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Looking For Flapjacks

The Broadway Diner in Boo screams pancakes. Well, not literally, but wouldn't that be fun?
Remember, they've got "Gourmet hash in a flash," information we could have used in the seventies.



Wednesday, April 18, 2018

White Witch Watch

I feel as if I'm on watch for the White Witch. We're also on the lookout for Dexter's daddy who we haven't heard from since he said he was coming for him. Perhaps this lovely weather has something to do with it, in which case let it snow.

I just saw a faun with an umbrella

The grill is free

Watching live Bird Theater

Dried meal or wax worms, wet pet food or dried berries could feed these guys for now

Friday, April 13, 2018

Year of the Cat Clip Show

This is hard for me to write not only because I'm broken up about Dexter's owner taking him back soon, but because being a dog person I would have been one of those people shaking their heads at this kind of display. That is before I met Dexter (cue music).


It's been a Year-and-a-Half of the Cat altogether.


Dexter has been my soft, fluffy, mewing, mewling, curious, shedding, shredding, licking, biting, playful,warm, sneezing, scratching, yawning, adventuresome, bird-watching, bathtub-surfing, counter-climbing, food-snatching, paper-catching,


mischievous, hilarious, surprising, consoling, cautious, pink-pawed, crazy-loud-purring, dog-dreaming, trick-learning,


inscrutable, foot warming, baseball-watching, companion, sounding board and goofball accountant for more than a year straight and I was a little surprised his owner was coming to collect him.


I'm all verklempt so here are more of my favorite moments.