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Happy Mother's Day

This is something I made with my new all-in-one printer.  I'm looking forward to scanning more old family photos.  I made this with 3 pics of my mom over the years, with the smarmy picture-frame theme of  "Live, Laugh, Love":


Pegasus Day

This isn't really one of the Gallopalooza horses.  It's a plastic (??) replica near the toiletries aisle at our friendly neighborhood Kroger.


For several years now, one of the Kroger florist shops creates the garland of roses for the Kentucky Derby.  Well, this week I noticed a sign up at our Kroger that the garland would be made right here in Stylish Acres this year.  You can go down and see it made starting Friday night.

In other Derby news, the Great Steamboat Race was canceled yesterday because the Ohio River was too high for the steamboats to fit under some of the bridges.  Today, is the Pegasus Parade:

The parade theme is "Heroic Adventures," tying into the festival's "SuperFest" theme, celebrating television, movie and comic book superheroes as well as heroic individuals in the community.  From wave3.com.

I work a block away from the parade route.  Fortunately, I leave before the whole mess begins, so I can hopefully avoid all the traffic logjams and re-routed streets.  Oh, and tomorrow, for Oaks Day, we get a half day at work! 



I thought today I would jot down some random images, smells, and sounds from the past few days, mostly from walking the dogs.  I tried to hone in things that caught my eyes, or ears, or nose.  Here they are:

a crescent moon hanging low in the clear eastern sky

an avian Gospel choir singing "Oh, Happy Day" before the sun rises

the heady fragrance from a row of blooming hydrangeas

streetlamps glinting off individual blades of wet grass

the murmur of traffic from the interstate a mile away

the vault of the sky transitioning from midnight blue to the pale blue of dawn

the clanging of a delivery truck's back door in the parking lot of a food mart

still-unscented white blooms on a honeysuckle bush

the lightening sky reflected in large puddles of stormwater that still lie on the street

the smell of fresh cut grass

the feel of scratchy grass while you're rolling around in it (that one's from Alfie)

a realtor taking a "SOLD" sign down from a yard, and putting it in the trunk of his car

diesel fumes from a passing school bus

a pair of cardinals frolicking together in the street after a rain

the sound of the coffeemaker, hot water gurgling into the filter basket, coffee dripping into the pot

the smell of waffles baking in my griddle

a little dog alternating between running circles around a tree, and wagging its tail to bark at something up in it

a man returning home on a Sunday morning with a bag, and stopping to finish his cigarette on the front porch before going back inside the house
How many of those would inspire a short story?


Gallopalooza Thursday

Michael and I had lunch across the river today at Clucker's, a newish sports-bar concept right on the Ohio River...actually more like 20 feet away and counting.  Anyway, on the way back, I spied something equine right in front of Buckhead Mountain Grill.  The name Buckhead makes me think of the West, Big Sky country - fortunately today we had plenty of blue sky to help dry out.

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That's the name of a small town in rural Kentucky that I've never heard of.  Also Big Clifty, Foshizzle, and Cobbler's Knob.  OK, I made one of those three up.... but which one?

I've never heard of Limp until I saw it last night on broadcast weather coverage of a tornado touchdown and associated warnings and watches.  There's been quite a bit of weather for the "Weathergirls" on TV to get excited about the past two weeks.  One of the meteorologists on the station we were watching looked like he hadn't slept in days.  One more "supercell" coming through, and I think he would have snapped.

I just checked our precipitation totals for the month of April, and it is 10.63" (average is 3.35"). I've heard that May actually has higher average rainfall, so there's something to look forward to!  For the year, if I'm reading these numbers correctly, we've had 22.97", which is more than double the 9.56" we received as of this date in 2010.  I think we've set the record for number of tornadoes for the month of April, 2011.

Anyway, all this rain reminds of our 1937 flood.  This is about a block away from where I work.


Good Friday

Is there such a thing as a bad Friday?

Anway, it's Good Friday, and what are you doing to honor the event?  I bet it's nothing next to what goes on in the Philippines.


Back in parochial school, we thought having to endure the Stations of the Cross every Good Friday was tortuous enough.  Sit, stand, turn, genuflect, say the prayer, it's all a blur really.  The sweet smell of incense and the chanting might lull you to sleep sometimes, but most of the mean nuns were already safely away from child-related vocations by the time I was in grade school, so we weren't awakened up with whips or nail guns.

I remember that on Holy Saturday (tomorrow), we would color our Easter eggs in anticipation of the Easter Bunny's arrival on Sunday, with the coveted basket full of candy.  Chocolate bunnies were the best, and jellybeans were usually the last things eaten (much like the lemon-drops or hard candy at Halloween).  These days, I can't get enough of those malted-milk "robin eggs."  I could eat half a bag right now.  It's also a good thing there aren't that many dark chocolate Easter bunnies or I would gain ten pounds every Easter.

We're going over to my brother's house for Easter dinner.  I'm making a pineapple-upside down cake for dessert.  It's fruity without a heavy dollop of frosting, so it seems to be a good spring/summer cake choice.  Mom used to bake them a lot for Easter, so in my mind I think I will always associate it with Easter dinner.

My brother has decreed a family game of wiffleball after dinner.  I'm hoping the rain that is forecast for the entire weekend will settle in and prevent that.

I hope everyone has a happy Easter, whatever you're doing!

Gallopalooza Thursday

This is the last gallopalooza photo I took at the Gaslight Festival last fall. 

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We Should Have Plenty of May Flowers

"Thank God for Mississippi" is an oft-heard expression in Kentucky.  Illiteracy, teenage pregnancy, education levels, deaths due to exploding meth labs, poverty - why if not for the Magnolia State, Kentucky would often fall dead last/first in national rankings.

And so I always cringe when national news comes to the Bluegrass State after a disaster; they always manage to find the most hillbilly-sounding person they can find, and interview him about losing a trailer.  You get the sense that only Jesus and Wild Turkey got him through his ordeal.  I'm no theologian, so I can't vouch for the Jesus part, but there are worse ways to meet your maker than with a golden elixir aged in new white oak barrels.  But I digress.

Once again, however, I can say "Thank God for Mississippi," which gave us this Internet sensation.  Keeping your cool through a tornado can be difficult, but when it takes away your cheeseburger, that's just wrong.  Did I mention it also got his fries and coke?

Not to make light of tragedy, but isn't it odd sometimes the insignificant things that we focus on when our minds just can't comprehend the scale of a disaster?

Severe storms came through here last night; the tornado sirens began about midnight and kept going for about an hour.  We all went down into the basement to wait it out.  We had no major damage, other than the windshield on Kelly's truck and the loss of a good night's sleep.  But our neighbor two doors down, the one whose tree snapped and fell across the road, was not so lucky.  Part of the other tree in her front yard snapped off and fell across the street.  Why does God hate trees?  I wonder if she needs some Wild Turkey.


The Final Frontiers For Littering

I just happened to see this article today on Cracked.com: 5 'Unspoiled' Locations That Are Actually Pretty Spoiled

Now I already knew about space debris, and ginormous trash heaps in the oceans, but I never really thought about human waste left in Antarctica that won't decay, and it surprises me that Mount Everest has become so commercial.  I can't walk a block away from work to get lunch without seeing litter on the ground, each one a conscious decision to just throw something on the ground and forget about it.  What do people think happens to the trash they drop?  That someone else will come along and pick it up, when there was a trash can within walking distance that they could have thrown it in instead?  Or do they even care?

I suppose it's an environmental cliche to say that there are fewer and fewer places left on this planet that are untouched by man.  Still, it's disheartening to see how quickly our behavior is spoiling it.  Honestly, it doesn't give me much hope for the future of mankind.

Boob Tube

Last night, Kelly and I caught up with the 2-hr Brothers & Sisters  - well, actually it was 2 one-hour episodes.  It's one of the few current hour-long programs we watch.  Since Ugly Betty ended last year, and Flash Forward was canceled at the end of last year (only in its first season), really the only other things we watch are The Event (which is kind of like Flash Forward, although the show's creators have learned to quicken the pace of the plot so it doesn't get dropped as well) and, of course, RuPaul's Drag Race.

We watch TV maybe 3 or 4 nights a week, and usually record everything on the DVR or watch entire series on Netflix streaming.  Dr. Who spin-off Torchwood (with the delicious John Barrowman) and Sanctuary are two supenatural/sci-fi series that we found through word of mouth or browsing Netflix suggestions.  Torchwood got pretty dark in the ending "Children of Earth" miniseries, but we're still looking forward to the updated series set in North America.  Sanctuary reminds me a llitle of the Syfy series Warehouse 13, which comes back in the summer, I think.

I'm also finishing up watching the newish Battlestar Galactica; I'm on the final 10 episodes.  That's one show Kelly would not watch with me, since it's simply too dark for him.  Star Trek is more his cup of sci-fi tea ("Earl Grey, hot!"), with a more optimistic vision of the future, whereas no one on BG ever seems to smile when Kelly walks past the TV while I'm watching.  Perhaps we have irreconcilable differences.

That's where the comedy comes in.  Modern Family is so brilliantly written that even its contrived plots and resolution come across as genuine in the end.  For all the fighting and fussing of this very modern extended family, at the end of the half hour everything is right again, at least until next week.  We also started watching William Shatner in $#*! My Dad Says, which is ok but not quite as endearing.  That led us to watch The Big Bang Theory, which comes on right before it.  Pure geeky hilarity.

I bet you thought I was going to write about breasts, didn't ya?

In other news, I came home from work today, and the felled tree from two doors down was all cleaned up, even the stump.



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