We Went to the Scottish Games

I know what real Scots wear under their kilts. This guy is an infiltrator!

We Went To A Pipe Organ Concert

Ah the Life of a Cat

If I can choose, I would like to come back as a cat next time. You sleep about 23 hours out of the day. My cats have set the standard quite high. When they finally wake up, their day is spent killing birds, gophers, and other rodents.

But right now they have a very important pastime of watching for the mailman and his delivery of their new Furminator.

Of course, being the cutest baby one is THE most important job. Ever.

For those readers that refer to the subject photographed here as the Devil, shame on you. Clearly I have proven you wrong.

Walking

On Saturday, my mother complained that her knee was bothering her and that she didn't want to go to lunch or shop at the local nursery. Fine. Lunch was good and I bought some Peppermint Daddy pansies.

On Sunday, her knee still bothered her. I asked if she would like to go with me and the poopy dog to the park then come over for dinner. She could walk as much or as little as she liked. The dog would have fun riding in the car. He would have fun digging for gophers. I would take pictures. Okay. She would do it. I picked her up. She put on my dad's old coat to keep her warm on this cool spring day. She brought his cane to help her with her walking. We were off to the park.

The hills were green. The trees were budding. I ushered her toward the bike path so she would walk on smooth, solid ground. And she's off! Dang. Her pace picked up and we were truckin'. Kids were rollerskating and bicycling. She could hang. If this is how she exercises with a bum knee, I think the Olympics are in her future when she heals.

She may not like her picture here; but I'll take my chances since she still doesn't even know how to turn on my dad's computer.

The Hills Are Alive...

This afternoon, I went for a walk in the hills with the Dude and the dog. Note: I pronounce "hill" as if I'm from Texas (heel). I'm not. The rain yesterday cleared the skies and sweetened the grass. The hills in the foreground are used by cross country runners training to win, Bureau of Land Management firemen training to put out forest fires (The Sierra Nevadas are in the distance.), mountain bike enthusiasts, and middle aged fulump-a-dumps walking their dog.

We parked at the base of the hills along with all the others. As soon as I opened the door of the Element, the poopy dog rolled out to get started. He was enthusiastic. He was so enthusiastic that he had to leave evidence that he is the most efficient food processor around. Pee You! At the base was a BLM fireman suited up for training. He had a backpack loaded with weights along with a shovel. We started about the same time except we took different paths. He's the tiny little yellow dot on the image below. He's also the even tinier little yellow dot on the image above. Click on either photo for a bigger view.

Soon this grass will be golden brown and the BLM guy will be sweating bullets with the heat from the sun and heat from the fire. The skies will be full of smoke and hazy and this view will be a dream. I'll try to return and take a picture of one of those ugly days. Until then, I'm loving the weather.

Words & Phrases That Drive Me Nuts!

Organic
Authentic
Amazing
Surreal
Warm & Inviting
Transparent
Ethereal Late entry

Oh, I know there are many others. I'm sure to revisit this blog and add to the list. Let me know your suggestions by commenting...or not.

Wordless Wednesday