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All lined up like that, the hummingbirds look like pretty sardines. Glad Mr. T is recovering.

Martin's post reminded me of Jeri's posts about her youth. I seem to recall her mentioning picking cotton, putting buttermilk on her skin, and working very hard. What people did all day in the past is always interesting to me.

Children not being the center of the universe! Oh, definitely. Immense differences from not too long back, to now. We took care of ourselves during the day. Helicopter parenting was something unheard of. But of course... the world was different.

Oh, the pretty foxes. I just love those. I also saw the wonderful photo of the elk with velvet on its horns, on FB. The wildlife I see most often here are just rabbits -- one built a nest in my wishing well, so I delayed the lawnmowing until the babies were out; then a few weeks later I looked casually out my front door and there was the mother rabbit sitting upright on the lawn, not far from my steps, staring at the door, while nursing 3 of the young rabbits. One was lying on its back under her with his feet in the air. So hilarious.

Those ballet workouts of yours still amuse and inspire me to get stronger. A move to Massachusetts sounds like a tantalizing prospect.

I'm glad you're staying home -- hanging around a faraway hospital would be nonproductive and horribly stress-inducing, I would think. But it sounds like there'll be a considerable wait before he has to go back for surgery?

George Michael came to be a sort of became a funny institution by the time he appeared in the first few episodes of the show Eli Stone. If you get a chance, watch those.

So sorry to hear things are difficult like this. Is Mr. T too stubborn to allow himself to go to an ER? His gut problem is probably causing the fainting, somehow the vagus nerve is involved or something... But when a gut stops and he isn't drinking water, they'll probably give him an IV before anything else.

Apology accepted.

Pretty. Easter things always look like old times to me.

Wow -- just saw the news video of your flooded streets of yesterday, I guess! You have nowhere for the water to go, Florida's so flat. Better stay inside.

You have a (spooky) river of water, and then a river of wood. As if natural processes cut up all the wood and launched it there. Oh, and nailed some pieces together too, somehow.

After that one national freeze a couple of months ago, my area has not had the freezing temps others have. Storms, too, have turned aside. We get days in which the temperature goes way up, one day to 65 degrees. So I started doing tiny bits of yardwork on the warm days, trying to make up for what I ignored last season.

I'm familiar with your shirt picture, it's one of the series of good cat things I saw on Pinterest. Another I like has the cat reading a book, and the caption is: Reading Makes Me Feel Less Murdery.

I like the poem. My weather is somewhat the opposite of yours. I guess the clouds that flee your region come and settle over mine, I think we have a higher # of overcast days than Seattle does. So if you could trade a few sunny days for some rain, it'd be great...

When eventually I move, I am going to try so hard to sell my refrigerator to the landlord. Getting the old refrigerator out required a saw, too. For some stupid reason the owner had built a narrow wooden thing around the base.