It’s a dreary dismal night here in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Not raining now, but damp and dark.
We just finished eating wild leek curry. Anyone surprised? I steamed some wild leeks-carrots-celery and added some pre-packaged chili curry. Over brown rice. Add an ear of fresh corn.
Tonight’s photos come courtesy of yesterday or the day before or maybe the day before. Anyone else losing time? You know how when you’re in your 20’s time seems to actually be manageable? Then, suddenly, as we age, time starts jumping around. It starts scurrying! It starts wagging its tail at us. Pretty soon it’s barking. And we’ve lost track. One day blends into the next. Is today Friday? And how can we be sure? We know the calendar says Friday, but could it be lying?
Thus, we’re all standing at the Friday cusp peering into the weekend. Do we all have plans for the weekend? Or do you (like me) have an open couple of days staring you in the face?
I used to get worried about Too Much Time. What to do; what to do?
These days I know the hours will pass like lightning. Now you see them, now you don’t.
What are you doing this weekend?
I am watching a DVD called “Young Victoria”. It’s quite good. I would tell you what’s happening now, except that might give the plot away.
Tomorrow night: the movie “Precious”. All I know is that Oprah liked it. Hope it’s good. That will be Saturday night’s activity. Along with a bowl of popcorn. Yum.
See that photo? I know it’s not very good quality. Ordinarily I wouldn’t publish it. Except–look!–can you see the pine spider sitting near the green root? Yikes! I didn’t even see the spider until Afterward. Do you ever wonder how much you don’t see at the time?
The above insect also provided some entertainment as it waltzed across my pants. What was it? A flying ant? Will some insect-professor happen to pause by this blog and provide identification? Wouldn’t that be nice?
Wishing all of you a great weekend. May you learn things you didn’t know yesterday. May you see things you never even dreamed about (like the above insect.) May you look under rocks and into the tops of trees. May an eagle fly above you. May you feel gratitude, down to your tippy-toes.
P.S. Yes, the first photo is a bald eagle. Even though you can’t see the white tail feathers. I could see them clearly. It was lunching on a road-kill deer before it sky-rocketed toward the heavens, trying to get away from the photographer.