BluEyedDaizy

Lucy resting between ‘rowdy’ and ‘rowdier’.

“Spring comes on the World”
by Emily Dickinson

Spring comes on the World –
I sight the Aprils –
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum.

…hot coffee in your favorite mug on a chilly morning.

Good Saturday mornin’ to ya!

Every night at almost exactly 10pm, Lucy gets the “rowdies”.  Her extra energy reaches a boiling point and it then becomes necessary to exorcise/exercise the inner demons of her rambunctiousness.  You could just about set a clock by this phenomenon.

She begins this ritual by jumping up from wherever she might be and looks at me with that look that only a dog can get…the one that says she’s trying to read my mind as to which toy of hers I will be the most impressed by, thereby inciting me to play.

I usually do not accept the first toy she brings over because I enjoy watching her try to bribe me.  Invariably, the first toy will be her ball (she adores her ball above all other toys).  When I am unmoved by her plea, she goes for her beloved skankie-blankie (pictured above), followed by “flying squirrel” (which started out lookin’ like this, but now looks like this).  Next will be her rope, then her Big Mean Kitty, followed by Awful Mad Kitty, and sometimes, Dirty Rotten Kitty and yes…though she is color-blind as all dogs are supposed to be, she definitely knows the difference…then, well - you get the picture.  She will quite literally empties her basket, building a toy shrine at my feet.  All this time she’s “talking” to me in a series of chewed on growls and snorts with a couple of exasperated barks thrown in for good measure, though, they aren’t full blown barks because the toy she’s got in her mouth muffles them.  Comes out sounding more like a “mumph!!” instead of an “ARF!” with her tail wagging in a crazy circle like a super-charged windmill.  Over the years we have deciphered this particular wag to mean one thing, and one thing only.  “Play?”

I hover my hand over the pile and watch her freeze in place, her tail motionless, her body completely stiff in total spring-ready mode.  I so wish I could hear her thoughts at this point, lol.  I’m quite sure they would involve several very choice four letter words.

Just when she’s positively quivering, tense beyond enduring…I’ll reach for her ball, her first choice (heh), and toss it straight up into the air where she neatly snatches it down only to yell at me for the next two or three minutes for taking so long.  Then when she figures she’s tormented me long enough by keeping her favorite toy out of my reach, she’ll drop it front of me again and look at me with her tail gyrating in circle-wag loops behind her.  ”Play?”

I love my dog.

Ahhh…that is so much better. :)

So depressing in fact that I escaped with my youngest and we went to the local art museum, which she declared to be “exactly like the one in ‘Night Museum’!  Except there’s no dinosaurs and it isn’t as tall and it’s missing the army men and cowboys.”  It’s true. I was looking forward to the army men and cowboys.  Oh well.

We tooled around looking at strange abstracts, saw a genuine Rembrandt (last self portrait) and some truly beautiful Japanese artifacts from the Edo period.

All in all…it’s still cold and gray outside but I can see a bit of sunlight peeking through now. Amazing the different perspective a little bit of art can render.

Make the joke yourself.

Photo Credit: Eric Rue, Calcasieu Charter Service

Yes, that is actually a pink dolphin.  No, you are not hallucinating.  No, the image has not been altered (at least not by me, *wink*).

Please note:  this is not one of the Amazon River Botos, it is actually an albino dolphin…and you thought albino meant it had to be white!  Nope.  Apparently, they come in fashion colors.  Next year they’ll be mint green.  Mint green will be the new albino pink. ;)  Expect to see “Gulf of Mexico Barbie and ’Rosa’, her pet dolphin” any day now.

So, this dolphin appeared in Calcasieu Lake, Lousiana way back in 2007, where it seems to reside since it’s still there according to Captain Eric Rue who first spotted the animal and also took the photo above.  He told the Telegraph: “It was absolutely, stunningly pink.  I had never seen anything like it. It’s the same color throughout the whole body and it looks like it just came out of a paint booth.”

More from the article:

Regina Asmutis-Silvia, senior biologist with the Whale and Dolphin Conservation Society, said: “I have never seen a dolphin colored in this way in all my career.”

Perez Hilton is, of course, ecstatic over the news.  You would think Pink is the New Blog would have something like this as a headline, however…it only merited a one line mention 9 bullet points down under Les News, 03/02/09.   At least they beat Perez to it…guess we know who’s reading who and I guess that makes me a total loser ’cause I read both!  LOL!

See kids…this is exACTly why you do NOT drop your bubblegum into the water!

It’s such a lovely thought…that bubbles can make life better, and they do, they do.  So who can fault artist Stuart Semple for trying to brighten the day for as many Brits as he could.

“I’ve had enough of the doom and gloom in the air and I wanted to show something completely positive floating up in the sky,” he said.

“This was the most straightforward way I could think of to literally contribute something happy to the atmosphere.

“I am hoping it might put a smile on a few people’s faces as they go through their day.”

The way things are headed, we need all the bubbly goodness we can get.

Because it’s always good to hear from Mr. Rogers…especially the way things are today.

That wonderful wafting of holiday glee is drifting in the air.  Not exactly a turkey smell, not exactly a cinnamon…it’s more of an ‘igetfourdaysinarowoff’ kinda smell.  Yep…short timers, I’ve got it bad.  Just wanna pack up and head home early today.  I’ve got a bird to defrost, potatoes to mash, a couple’a pies to bake and eggnog to ‘break in’, lol.

Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving Day parade outta be interesting, what with the 30mph gusts of wind whipping through the high rises in New York City.  Sadly, this means no balloons this year.  *pout*  I love that Snoopy balloon.  I can live without the Pokemon…very easily.  But we’ll still be watching it with our mini-Cinnabons and blankies in front of the fire place while the turkey is roasting and the rain splatters against the window panes.  It’s gearing up to be a blissfully stormy day here in Oregon tomorrow as well…maybe even some lightening!  Could be fun.  Someday I’ll have to invest in either solar panels or a gas generator so I won’t have to worry about the power going out on me while I have a 17 pounder cooking away and $150 worth of food stashed in the fridge that could potentially go to waste if the electricity takes a dive.

Anyway…hope you have a very relaxing and wonderful Thanksgiving.  And just remember…it’s not the size of the wishbone that counts, it’s how you break it. *wink*

Happy Thanksgiving!