Realizing that this is a piece of artwork that was intentionally drawn to look like this, have you ever seen something like this that happens totally on its own? I have, or at least I thought I have. It especially happens when there’s nothing but ambient light in a room: I’ll spot something that might just be a piece of paper or a random sock on the floor, and my mind will morph it into something else, and I’ll think "what is that?" My brain will try and make me see something that isn’t there. Certainly something other than a sock, a piece of paper, or whatever…
I forgot to do this one last week, mostly because I was totally struck by the scene. It’s amazing what a good artist Nature is and how it knows just how something like this is done. You could sit down and try to reproduce something like this with crayons, paint, colored pencils, or just about any artistic medium and not be able to draw this as perfectly as nature did.
I hope Christine’s not too upset that I missed last week. I’ll do that one after I do the one for this week…
Female cats certainly take the job of being mothers seriously. We found a pregnant female in the neighborhood once, took her home, and about a month later she presented us with five healthy kittens. And the thing is, she was a kitten herself. Seems the boys like ’em young…
She knew just how to deal with them, too, both at birth and throughout their lives. She never forgot that they were her kids, and her kids never forgot that she was Mom. The day we took her in to be spayed, Mary worried that she’d forget about them. When we brought her home, she went right back into Mom mode, licking one of her daughters on the head while smacking another one.
I wish I had kept the meme I made of her sitting there with a real "Mom" look on her face. The caption read "I bringed you into this world, I can take you out." She’s gone now, as are her kids. I miss them still.
For some reason, I saw this and thought of boxing. The way the dog is sitting there with his (or her) paw extended reminds me of a boxing pose, kind of like the ones you see on a poster announcing the fight. Maybe because the dog was throwing a left jab, I thought of Muhammad Ali…
When I submitted the previous post, I checkled the number at the top of the screen where they tell you how many total posts you have, and the number was at 4999. Meaning that this is the 5000th post on The Sound of One Hand Typing! I’m sure Christine won’t mind that I borrowed today’s prompt picture from her to make the announcement, nor will she mind that I’m not really working with it as a prompt. (Hey, it’s in the rules: write for six minutes, whether it’s about the prompt or not…)
It took me just over a year, 373 days to be exact, to go from 4000 to 5000 posts. That averages out to less than 3 posts a day (2.68, to be exact). I thought I was posting a lot, so that comes as a surprise.
I hope you’ve enjoyed what I post here. I thank all of you who comment during the week and those who drop a "like" on my posts. If I don’t answer a comment, I’m sorry: I either missed it entirely or said "I’ll get back to that" and didn’t.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll be back next year celebrating 6000 posts some time in December. Maybe sooner, depending on how cantankerous I get over the next twelve months. I might just start telling you what I really feel. Just remember that I love you all, even if I do say something that pisses you off.
Thanks again, and I’ll see you in the funny papers!
I occasionally fail to get the point of a picture, and need someone to help me out. Believe it or not, this actually made more sense than the kissing gophers, or whatever they were, a couple of weeks ago. But I couldn’t blow off this week.
I’ve written about hedgehogs in the past, and how utterly adorable they are (or if you prefer, totes adorbs), and the little guy here looks a lot like Lionel, who was the star of those pictures. I couldn’t say that this little guy was cuter or not, but you get the idea.
How the broccoli and carrots (and for that matter the zucchini) fit in. I mean, it’s a cute waste of vegetables (or, in the case of broccoli, a much better thing to do with it than eating it). Still, the whole picture just confuses me. Or maybe I’m just slow, like the snails…
Wikipedia tells us that a flood plain is "an area of land adjacent to a river which stretches from the banks of its channel to the base of the enclosing valley walls, and which experiences flooding during periods of high discharge." Obviously, these people didn’t follow that piece of advice.
Kind of like people who buy homes near airports. If you ever read the book Airport by Arthur Hailey, you know that one of the subplots is about people who built their homes near Lincoln International Airport (very loosely based on O’Hare Airport in Chicago, where I spent a lot of time both when I lived in Chicago and after moving to Atlanta). The people were assured by their real estate agents that noise from the airport would not be a problem, and of course it was, because just as the people who were building the airport put up signs that said in essence an airport is a very noisy place, the real estate agents, seeing dollar signs, tore the signs down. Now the people who bought in that area are blaming the airport for being noisy.
A similar situation happened on the South Side near Midway Airport. When I first moved to that part of town, Midway was like a ghost town, with maybe one or two flights going in and out each day. The quieter it got near Midway, the more people moved into the neighborhood. Then along comes Midway Airlines, who said "hey, we can use Midway and fly to destinations around the Midwest, and I’ll bet a lot of people will fly on our airline because they don’t have to fly in and out of O’Hare!" Which is what they did, and business travelers, like me, used it. And we were all very happy, but the people who lived near Midway were none too pleased. Hey, they bought near an airport…
I don’t know if any of you have been to Monroe, Louisiana, but there’s a refinery in Monroe and a paper mill in West Monroe, on the other side of Bayou Desaird. When both are working, things get more than a little smelly there. If you’re ever thinking of moving to Monroe, you might want to visit and make sure you can cope with it. I’ve been there more than a few times, and I really like the place despite the smell, but your mileage may vary.
The Sound of One Hand Typing 