Road Trip

Road Trips

I love road trips and especially ones that are spur of the moment. I have driven 5 hours on a teasing invite from my sister to have pizza with her. 5 Hours later, I was knocking on her door at 2AM wondering why the party had broken up and where is the pizza.

My sister and I made a trip to Vermont a year ago to view the fall colors, and we opted to travel without reservations. The only agenda was a general destination for that day or the next. The days were unplanned, and we would look for dinner and a place to stay at 5PM for that night. If you know falls colors in Vermont, you already are surmising that we may have slept in the car or on a park bench at least one night.

Saturday morning dawned bright, clear, crisp and an excellent day for adventure. Our itinerary had us in Central Vermont, touring the Shaker Villages and ending the day, according to our plans in the Woodstock area. Our next day’s itinerary was to place us in Waterbury touring Ben and Jerry’s. At 5, we pulled into a motel and asked about availability, and were told that all rooms were booked or reserved, but they would gladly check out the web for other possibilities. After a minute, they came back and said everything in central and northern Vermont was booked for the weekend. We next tried a B&B, and were again told the same thing. As we headed back to the freeway, my sister’s husband asked if he should turn south towards Manchester, or go north. We both replied that our original destination was north and we will trust that all will work out.

Barr was our next stop and once again, there were not any rooms to be had. We decided to continue to Montpelier as there is a good eating establishment there we wanted to dine at. The place is the Vermont School of Culinary Institute, and the food is just fantastic. The chefs are all in training and serve as wait staff as well. We arrived there, and were seated after a 20 minute wait and the time was now 8PM.

On the table was a magazine of Vermont, and my sister opened it to the center and there was an article about the fall colors in Vermont as well as a motel add for a place in Stowe, Vermont. We talked about calling as we had tried everyplace else in the area, we might as well try there also. Besides it was within 20 minutes of Waterbury. I called, and said we wanted 2 rooms with 2 queen sized beds in each, a good shower, and an iron in each room. The response back from the clerk was that they close at midnight and how did we want to hold the rooms!

My sister and I did a “high 5” and her husband said you two are just unconscious. You pull into a parking lot expect to find “your” parking place, and it is there just where you want it, and now you find a place to stay for the night just where you desired it to be.

We checked in a couple of hours later and found nice, clean, comfortable rooms. The next morning, when we opened the curtains we were greeted by another surprise. The place was nestled in a valley, and all around us were fall colors of the master painter on the hillsides. The views were awesome.

Another time, I headed out on a road trip, only to have this feeling that we needed to turn around. It never let up, and finally two hours later, we turned around to go back home. The next morning, there was a knock on the door, and it was a neighbor offering me a job with his company. Since, I was unemployed at the time; it was just what was needed.

I like traveling without specific plans and just a general destination. Tomorrow, I leave on another road trip for Texas, to pick up a race car body and chassis. My friend, Crash, asked if I would like to travel with him to Dallas, Texas and back. Crash used to be a stock car driver, and now he owns and teaches Drivers Ed at a local school as well as doing his own business; Interstate Truck Driving School

I am bringing my camera, and will be snapping pictures as we drive, talk, laugh and just enjoy the trip. See you all next year!

How do you travel? Do you plan in details, or just go for the fun of seeing and experiencing life?

Cranberrys

At Christmas the cranberry signifies joy and prosperity. In 1765, General Washington's army was held up behind enemy lines in one of the coldest winters in Maine History. Out of food and other nutritious supplements the men survived by foraging the local berries. The enlisted man who found the berries was Infantry Corporal Benjamin Cranstock, thus the "Cranberry". The men survived and were able to defeat the British in the folllowing days.

Paul Ferrini's Weekly Wisdom

Ecstasy

Every moment is ecstatic if we take the time to experience it fully. So keep your eyes and your heart open, welcome each moment as it comes,and bless it as it goes.

Know that everything is okay just the way it is. Every experience you have had has already been forgiven. You are not a prisoner the past. You are free to respond as you wish in this moment.

Some Toons

A Sammy Friday

Hi Folks, Sammy here, you all can call me King Sammy.
A long time ago in our history folks used to worship cats as Gods. We still think we are.

I have wonderful news to share with everyone. The man called the roofing contractor today to voice a complaint about his new roof. He had ordered a green roof and this afternoon the color changed to white. The contractor informed him he had received a new brand that would change color in winter to conserve energy.

We have snow! And just in time for the holidays that you folks call Christmas. In the Cat Kingdom, we thought the pretty lights, decorated trees, and wrapped presents were all about the equinox and the days getting longer. A long time ago, that is what the party was all about. Just about all cultures set aside the shortest days of the year as a “rebirth” of the sun. It meant spring was not too far off and people would celebrate this major event. The churches used to close their doors, and refuse to take part in this celebration. When the Puritans left the old country with us on board, and landed here in this new land, they banned the celebration of Christmas. It was that way for over 150 years. Some of the old laws are still on the books.

Eventually the “lords of Disorder” took over December 25th, and made it a drunken party in the US. With the holiday being a drunken street celebration, songs of the era, including “We wish you a Merry Christmas” alluded to the nature of the carnival. Christmas was a day that women, children, and cats feared to walk the streets. You folks have a celebration next month that is known as “Super Bowl Weekend” Another party time. The man received an email from a church he attended a while back, and the pastor phrased his comments like this:

“I can tell it's almost Christmas. My pulse starts to race a little bit. I don't sleep as well because I'm getting excited and a little anxious. My staff says I seem a little more rambunctious than normal - like a bull in a china shop. But there's a reason for all that. There's a lot at stake at Christmas. It's the "Super Bowl" of the church year........................”

I guess I will go back to sleep, as I am confused as to what this holiday is about. The man thought it was about celebrating a very wise man’s birth, but are we playing football now? Has the church decided to join the party?

The man has been wrapping presents, and me thinks he has one for me. He is a nice man, even though I call him a grouch. Did I tell you he stepped on my foot once? He has big feet, and my little footy hurt for days.

Meooorrrryyy Christmasssssssssss…………………

IN COUNTLESS WAYS, LARGE AND SMALL, IT COMES TO US

It comes for some of us as we stand in a long checkout line in an overcrowded store, tired and finally out of patience as we rush to finish that one holiday errand too many. Just then we notice unusual warmth in a weary grin of some fellow procrastinator, or a kindly sparkle on the bloodshot eye of some stress-out clerk.
Good wishes are exchanged with a chuckle, and it comes…….

Sometimes it comes carried on a fresh-baked cookies; grandpa’s aftershave and aunties perfume; a log smoldering on a late night fire. We stir a steaming pot of that special stuff mother always makes this time of year, or bury our noses in the new-ish smell of mittens worn for the first time, and memories rush in, along with feeling deeper than memory. And it comes…..

It comes for many from religious devotions. Tidings of joy and prayers of thanksgiving accompany an old, beautiful story of a humble birth and a glorious miracle, of angles and donkeys, shepherds and kings. We hear again a story simple enough for child and deep enough for any philosopher, and it comes……

Visitors bring it with them, whether they are famously festive friends or famously grumpy relatives. All that matters is that we belong with them, and they with us, and they have come. We find it, too, whenever we take time to visit with others, especially if they are sick or in need – and most of all if they are alone, It never leaves the side of the lonely, if only we will bother to seek it there.

It comes through the sights and sounds of the season – moonlight casting shadows in a snowy forest; a favorite carol; household decorations older than anyone in the house; the hearty laughter of adults over the smallest of jokes, and the laughter of children when there is no joke at all, only joy.

Sometimes it comes, all will admit, with a special seasoning of sadness – a melancholy that is almost a pleasure, but not quite. Our family lives do not always measure up to the sentimental ideals presented to us. There are frictions, misunderstandings and worse. Illness, disappointment and worry clash with the enchanted atmosphere of the holiday, and are harder t look at than in the ordinary light of an ordinary day. The absence of the missing breaks hearts that already seemed completely broken.

In spite of it all, it comes………………. Sometimes at the last minute, when we have almost ceased to hope for it. In spite of the hassle and hustle, in spite of the darkness in the world and in out souls, it comes…….. . and for a moment we are better. Not better than others, not even better than the world. But a little better than ourselves.
–Virginia McKnight Binger

An Eye Test

Can you find the C, 6 & N


This is not a joke..............................
If you can pass, you can safely turn on your ignition key again and
cancel
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find the "C" ??? (Good exercise for the eyes!)


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Paul Ferrini Weekly Message

Releasing Past and Future
Our greatest spiritual challenge is to be happy in this moment . We can’t be happy if we are upset about something that happened in the past or worried about achieving some outcome in the future. We can be happy only when our energy is invested in working with what is happening here and now.

Legend of White-bear Lake

In 1883, Mark Twain’s Life on the Mississippi was published. In it he writes of the legend of White-bear Lake.

Every spring, for perhaps a century, or as long as there has been a nation of red men, an island in the middle of White-bear Lake has been visited by a band of Indians for the purpose of making maple sugar.

Tradition says that many springs ago, while upon this island, a young warrior loved and wooed the daughter of his chief, and it is said, also, the maiden loved the warrior. He had again and again been refused her hand by her parents, the old chief alleging that he was no brave, and his old consort called him a woman!

The sun set again upon the sugar-bush, and the bright moon rose high in the bright blue heavens, when the young warrior took down his flute and went alone, once more to sing the story of his love, the mild breeze gently moved the two gay feathers in his head-dress, and ads he mounted on the trunk of the leaning tree, the damp snow fell from his feet heavily. As he raised his flute to his lips, his blanket slipped from his well-formed shoulders, and lay partly on the snow beneath. He began his weird, wild love-song, but soon felt that he was cold, and as he reached back for his blanket, some unseen hand laid it gently on his shoulders; it was the hand of his love, his guardian angel. She took her place beside him, and for the present they were happy; for the Indian has a heart to love, and in this pride he is noble as in his own freedom, which makes him a child of the forest. As the legend runs, a large white-bear, thinking perhaps, that polar snows and dismal winter weather extended everywhere, took up his journey southward. He at length approached the northern shore of the lake which now bears his name, walked down the bank and made his way noiselessly through the deep heavy snow toward the island. It was the same spring ensuing that the lovers met. They had left their first retreat, and were now seated among the branches of a large elm which hung far over the lake. (The same tree is still standing and excites universal curiosity and interest.) For fear of being detected, they talked almost in a whisper, and now, that they might get back to camp in good time and thereby avoid suspicion, they were just rising to return, when the maiden uttered a shriek which was heard in camp, and bounding toward the young brave, she caught his blanket, but missed the direction of her foot and fell, bearing the blanket with her into the great arms of the ferocious monster. Instantly every man, woman, and child of the band were upon the bank, but all unarmed. Cries and wailings went up from every mouth. What was to be done? In the meantime this white and savage beast held the breathless maiden in his huge grasp, and fondled with his precious prey as if he were sued to scenes like this.

One deafening yell from the lover warrior is heard above the cries of the hundreds of his tribe, and dashing away to his wigwam he grasps his faithful knife, returns almost in a single bound to the scene of fear and fright, rushes out along the leaning tree to the spot where his treasure fell, and springing with a fury of mad panther, pounced upon hi prey.

The animal turned, and with a stroke of his huge paw brought the lovers heart to heart, but the next moment the warrior, with one plunge of the blade of his knife, open the crimson sluices of death, and the dying bear relaxed his hold.

That night there was no more sleep for the band or the lovers, and the young and old danced about the carcass of the dead monster, the gallant warrior was presented with another plume, and ere another moon had set he had the living treasure added to his heart. Their children for many years played upon the skin of the white-bear –from which the lakes derives its name – and the maiden and the brave remembered long the fearful scene and rescue that made them one, for Kis-se-me-pa and Ka-go-ka could never forget their fearful encounter with the huge monster that came so near sending them to the happy hunting-ground.
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Legends are fascinating glimpses into life when they started, and I find it interesting to read and remember them. This is one of two legends of this community, and as in the telling of most legends, their is always some truth woven into it.

Christmas 2006 Lights

Sammy Friday

Good day to you all, and Welcome to Sammy Friday

In the great state of the Igloo land of Minnesota, I would like everyone to know it is 11 days until the gift exchange that you folks call Christmas. My order for those that care, are lots and lots of mommy hugs, some catnip, and lots of petting. Mommy, I miss you. The “man” is nice but this week, he has been grumpy and not very sociable. I even jumped on the table in front of him and offered to let him pet me.

Old scrooge has a lot of other names for Christmas. One of the names he calls it is “shoooooooopppppppping” season. And he does not like that kind of shopping at all. His idea of shopping is walk into the store, get what he wants, and leave. He got talked into “shooooppppiiinnnggg” on Monday evening by a friend and he was already eating nails when he got home from work. He was not a happy cat. His tail was twitching and just swaying from side to side. Then while shopping, the lady friend made a comment about a boy’s jacket in front of them, and the old grump said that they were in the girls department. The gal told him in no uncertain terms to “shut up” and just do what he was told, she was not asking for advice. The “man” turned “stone cold” and walked out of the store, he was done shopping. Oh - he was a fuming volcano!

I like playing, as I am a Maine Coon, and my family does like to play and create games. The grump has all kind of toys for me, and he also had put up just for me this tree loaded with tinsel, lights, and bulbs. Oh I was having fun, knocking bulbs on the floor, pulling tinsel from the tree, and wadding up the tree skirt. Each day, the grump would come home, chewing on nails, and pick up the bulbs and hang them higher up on the tree. Now after a week of this, the tinsel and bulbs are all higher than I can reach, much higher.

The grump also had some white trees outside and they fell over, as it was so warm that the ground thawed around the poles and toppled. He just looked at them and shrugged and walked away. He is talking like there may not be any snow for xmas this year. Last night it rained here, and as he left for work this morning – I was watching him out the window – as he drove out of the driveway and he spun the truck in circles. The grumps truck came to a stop in his lilac bushes. The road was coated in ice and as he stepped out, he quickly grabbed the truck to stop his fall.

The old grump needs to be more like me, and not let little things bother him. However, he had ruined the tree for me, and that was my toy to play with. Why else would he have put it up? He just does not make kitty sense at all. Life is to play, do some napping in the sunbeams, eat some snacks, chase dust bunnies, watch the birds outside, play some more, and be petted a lot. What is more important than that?

Hey, the “grumps” son was adopted by a nephew of mine. A little tiny Maine Coon kitty! He is a cute little fellar and not afraid of nothing. They had this ferocious cat that liked to play outside and hunt gray squirrels. Well, little kitty would pounce on that cat and show it that he was boss. He would hunch up his shoulders, lean forward, fluff his tail, lower his head and charge that cat. I have heard that the big old cat liked his spunkiness.

Have a great cat day…….moewwwww, purrrrrr, meooooooooooooowwwwww.

JJ response:
Yes, Sammy I was biting nails and being grumpy. Something was up at work, and after being with the same company for 15 years, one starts to see some patterns emerging. Multiple meetings, lots of whispers, and closed-door conferences all send signals that something is about to change.

The housing industry is in a slump, and most businesses in this sector are down 40% from a year or two ago. It is hard to react to that and today turned out to be a “Black Friday” 30% of the office staff was released, and financial cuts ran deep. Not a good way to start or be in a holiday season. But then, there never is a good time for such things. In my department, I saw 4 friends laid off, many I have worked with for many years. The day progressed much like being in a state of shell shock. My position was spared, but it will also require picking up the pieces and doing the work or 2 or more of the people that left. This will be a challenge and one that will require us to figure out a way of maintaining business to be ready for a better day.

Finally, the office meeting to explain tall the folks left what just occurred and why. The amazing part was the owner of the company almost biting his lower lip as he admitted errors, and having to accept the responsibility for what had happened. He had been a friend and in some form of a relationship with everyone being laid off and it hurt to know he was putting friends and families at risk. He also knew that they would be angry and could accept that, as he would be angry also. He was sad he had left so many people down, but knew the company would survive and be in a better position to be ready for a better housing market. It was one of the few times I have heard him speak from the heart.

Tomorrow is another day, but for now I am going to put my feet up and read a good book. G’night Sammy.

Happy Birthday Nate

Nate Birthday with Garfield
Nate In Alaska visiting Caleb
Nate as best man
Nate is 33 Today
Happy Birthday Son

Paul Ferrini Weekly Message

Waiting for Direction

We all need time to breathe and to be.
It’s a sacred time. It’s a time when we
gather our power and our direction.
If we don’t take this time, we may act prematurely or impulsively. Our actions may
lack power or they may result in unfortunate consequences we did not anticipate.

I've been TAGGED! Gasp

WELCOME TO THE CHRISTMAS EDITION OF GETTING TO KNOW YOUR FRIENDS. OKAY HERE'S WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO. AND TRY NOT TO BE LAME AND SPOIL THE FUN.

CHANGE ALL THE ANSWERS SO THAT THEY APPLY TO YOU. THEN TAG A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE YOU KNOW, INCLUDING THE PERSON THAT SENT IT TO YOU. SOME OF YOU MAY GET TAGGED SEVERAL TIMES. THAT MEANS YOU HAVE A LOT OF BLOGGER FRIENDS...........

1. Eggnog or Hot Chocolate? Bailey’s in my coffee, and lots of rum for egg nog along with egg nog pie
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? Santa has elves in apprenticeship that wraps the presents.
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? White on the exterior of the house, colored in the trees, and white on the fake tree in the house
4. Do you hang mistletoe? No, what for? Poisonous to cats.
5. When do you put your decorations up? Sometime before Christmas, preferably
6. What is your favorite holiday dish? Cookies
7. Favorite holiday memory as a child? Going out into the woods in search of the perfect tree
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Santa is very much alive and well in each and every one of us
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? No
10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him? Sugar cookies, spritz cookies, and, Russian Tea Cookies. Used to be a family tradition as a child that we would make Xmas cookies by the dozens to give away.
11. Snow! Love it or hate it? Love it, and love driving in it.
12. Can you ice skate? No
13. Do you remember your favorite gift? Cross Country Skis
14. What's the most important thing about the holidays to you? Remembering that Christmas is time of stories, hopes, dreams and “magic” being possible for everyone, and giving to others
15. What is your favorite holiday dessert? Pumpkin Pies, I have this family recipe handed down for generations. Well, I started it and everyone loves them.
16. Favorite Holiday tradition? Helping some family in need, anoynmously
17. What tops your tree? A Star.
18. Which do you prefer--GIVING OR RECEIVING? Giving
19. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? Do You Hear What I Hear
20. Candy Canes? Big Candy Canes

I am Tagging the ruby dairies , Arkie Trish , Making Use of Muse , Blog of Rand ,Vespers Escape

A "Sammy" Friday

I am Sammy, and all you nice folks can call me “King” Sammy.

The “Man” conceded I could post today as it was a fine piece of negotiations that was accomplished to talk me into this. I understand that Fred the Cat also posts on Fridays, and you may want to check him out also. However, the man thought he was being smart, and upgraded a bunch of things and then found out his capabilities to leave comments at old blogger sites is limited. Between you and I, this is probably a good thing????

On my nocturnal visits, I have noticed that people are mentioning about person of the year, and it should really be Al Gore. He has gone thru a lot, he has not fully understood why he lost the his election, but let us just say, he lost so he could focus his energies where they needed to be focused – on the environment. That is going to be his legacy. But, my subjects and the human that I own, want me talk about how all my friends will be impacted. I am not an alarmist, as I have been around a while. With nine lives, one gets lots of time to see the bigger picture. The Great planet Earth will go on, and my friends will be around a long time, as we have learned to adapt to what comes our way. Jesus, Budda, Gandhi, King Sam the 1st, all basically said the same thing. Go with the flow, be passers by! You humans thou have forgotten all of this, and insist on trying to control everything. Even the times you go to poop!

Talking about poop, you humans need to watch what you eat. I have heard the “man” and others complain about stinkin’ cat poop, and let me inform you your poop stinks a whole lot worse. You would never sneak up on a mouse smelling like that. Phewwee! You folks can really emit some noxious odors and it is because of loosing the ability to listen to your body and eat correctly. I know some of my subjects will leave a room rather quickly once the human emitting orifice starts working. Some of the things you folks eat are downright disgusting. I really think you eat it, so you can raise a bigger stink and get noticed all the more. And then you laugh like it is a big joke. Isn’t that kind of being narcissistic in some ways? Speaking of narcissistic , EOTR had a nice discussion on this, and the “man” even took the test. He came up NA, and kind of chuckled about it. Something about all people being childish at times.

Talking about a joke and surprised looks. A Maine Coon legend says that our ancestors are the lynx and the house cat. I wish I could have seen that courtship! Who was pa, and who was ma?

But speaking of ships, our family traveled on ships to keep vermin under control. The vermin are my chosen cuisine of rats and mice. Mighty tasty!! Much better than this fake food I get to eat. Anyhoo, I digress, we are controlling mice and rats on ships, and the rats and mice learn that to escape us, they go deep into the holds of the ship where water is leaking in, and they are safe there. This goes on for a while, and my ancestors, my great–great-great grandfather is getting mighty hungry. He is watching the mice swim in the water, and he decides that it is better to join them than chose to stay put and starve. He enters the water and teaches himself to swim, then he teaches the other cats on board to swim, and one fine day, the mice run to the water and start swimming away thinking they are safe. Only to their surprise, they see the Maine Coon’s swimming right beside them with teeth bared for dinner. Those mice and rats were never safe again. And that is why; we will survive, as we are adaptable.

Say, the “man” had a birthday gift given to him last spring. It was a numerology reading, and it said he was older than dirt! No poop! He was also a nun in an earlier life, a successful business man several times, a Buddhist monk, a neglected wife, and his totem is a tortoise. He is supposed to make decisions slow and steady. And he is being slow! And he is supposed to get in touch with his heart this lifetime. Maybe that is what the other blog of his is about.


Meooowoooooooooo…………………….. I have had some visitors leave some might fine comments. Vesper and Ruby certainly know how to make a cat purr and think happy thoughts. If it wasn’t for the old “man’s” rules!

See ya next Friday………………

Tis the Season

Front Porch
Setting up The Tree
Lights on the Tree

A story of Wealth, Success, and Love

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them.She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home,she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in.
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success,and I am Love."
Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with yourhusband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said.
Her husbandwas overjoyed.
"How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house.
She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice,"said the husband to his wife."Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men,"Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house.
The other 2 also got up and followed him.
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success:"I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him."
Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!

An Introduction

Uhmmm, I am Sammy, and you can call me "King" Sammy.
I am a house guest of this man, and I am a Maine Coon. My distance relative is the lynx and a housecat. I am also called a "gentle giant" and like all cats, I do have nine lives. Unlike many other of my friends do. The "man" watched a couple of movies this weekend, and one showed you humans are causing some trouble and quite possibly creating an impact globally. My friends in the wild have asked me to stop in from time to time and try to educate the "man."

Besides stepping on my little toes with his big feet once in a while, and the "man" not really liking cats, he does give a mean backrub and tummy scratch. However, I hear there is "Baron" out there that gets nervous if a cat likes him too much. Baron, I am sending some friends to talk to you. You can see the sneaky feline in the background if you look for him. If anyone would care to deliver this message to Baron, please do. The message is "puuuuurrrrrrrr."

Hey, "Man!" did you know it is going to get warmer, before its gets very, very cold? The warmth will cause ice caps to melt, and as they melt my relatives the polar bears will have to swim farther.They however, only have 1 life, and some are just not capable of very long swims. Unlike me, I like water! Once those caps melt, then the gulf stream will cool down, and things will get cold very very fast. I have a heavy coat, but even I will head south.

I'll be baaaacccckkkkkkk!

PS - I have to be sneaky, not hard for a cat, but the movie is "An Inconvenient Truth" - Ophra have Al on this afternoon, and some other dude saying Al is a alarmist.

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There were 2 movies that I watched this weekend. One was "An Inconvenient Truth" and the other was Meltdown, with the back to the Ice Age characters by Ray Ramano. Both movies were good, and yet I wondered about my choices in watching Al Gore talk about Global Warming and then watching the mammoths try to avoid the flood caused by the melting glaciers. Meltdown had some sexual overtones between the mammoths, and “The Inconvenient Truth” was about the climate getting hotter, how it is affecting species, life and the impact of doing nothing by the people that choose money over Planet Earth. For more info click on the link. An Convenient Truth

TROUBLE AT THE INN

By Dina Donahue


For many years now, whenever Christmas pageants are talked about
in a certain little town in the Midwest, someone is sure to
mention the name of Wallace Purling. Wally's performance in one
annual production of the nativity play has slipped onto the realm
of legend. But the old-timers who were in the audience that
night never tire of recalling exactly what happened.

Wally was nine that year and in the second grade, though he
should have been in the fourth. Most people in town knew that he
had difficulty in keeping up. He was big and clumsy, slow in
movement and mind. Still, his class, all of whom were smaller
than he, had trouble hiding their irritation when Wally would ask
to play ball with them or any game, for that matter, in which
winning was important.

Most often they'd find a way to keep him out but Wally would hang
around anyway not sulking, just hoping. He was always a helpful
boy, a willing and smiling one, and the natural protector of the
underdog. Sometimes if the older boys chased the younger ones
away, it would always be Wally who'd say, "can' they stay?
They're no bother"

Wally fancied the ideal of being a shepherd with a flute in the
Christmas pageant that year, but the play's director, Miss
Lumbar, assigned him to a more important role. After all, she
reasoned, the Innkeeper did not have too many lines and Wally's
size would make his refusal of lodging to Joseph more forceful.

And so it happened that the usual large, partisan audience
gathered for the town's yearly extravaganza of beard, crown,
halos and a whole stage full of squeaky voices. No one on stage
or off was more caught up on the magic of the night than Wallace
Purling. They said later that he stood in the wings and watched
the performance with such fascination that from time to time Miss
Lumbar had to make sure he didn't' wander on stage before his
cue.

Then the time came when Joseph appeared, slowly, tenderly guiding
Mary to the door of the Inn. Joseph knocked hard on the wooden
door sat into the painted backdrop. Wally the innkeeper was
there, waiting.

"What do you want?" Wally said, swinging the door open with a
brusque gesture.

"We seek lodging."

"Seek it elsewhere," Wally looked straight ahead but spoke
vigorously. "The Inn is filled."

"Sir, we have asked everywhere in vain. We have traveled far and
are very weary."

"There is no room in this Inn for you." Wally looked properly
stern.


"Please, good Innkeeper, this is my wife, Mary. She is heavy
with child hand needs a place to rest. Surely you must have some
small corner for her. She is so tired."

Now, for the first time, the Innkeeper relaxed his still stance
and looked down at Mary. With that, there was a long pause, long
enough to make the audience a bit tense with embarrassment.
"No! Be gone!" the prompter whispered from the wings.

"No!" Wally repeated automatically, "Be gone!"

Joseph sadly placed his arm around Mary and Mary laid her head
upon her husband"s shoulder and the two of them started to move
away. The Innkeeper did not return inside his Inn, however.
Wally stood there in the doorway, watching the forlorn couple.
His mouth was open, his brow creased with concern, his eyes
filling unmistakable with tears.

And suddenly the Christmas pageant became different from all the
others.

"Don't go, Joseph," Wally called out. "Bring Mary back." And
Wallace Purling's face grew into a bright smile. "You can have
my room!"

Some people in town thought that the pageant had been ruined.
Yet there were others....many, many others...who considered it
the most Christmasy of all Christmas pageants they had ever seen.

Blogger "Angst" continues

Now, I cannot post a picture, or have fancy fonts, colors, etc. They just keep spiraling downward.

My other issue of blogger I think I have figured out. Yesterday at work, _ ON BREAK - I pulled up my blog to look at it. Then I looked at Liz's, then Vespers, EOTR, and then BBC. BBC was different, as the characters on the bottom bar, said betablogspot and it did not make sense. Then I hit Trish’s and saw just blogspot. So I went back to the others, and then did some random testing. Everyone I could post at came up betablog and carried my log in name in the header. All the other ones, did not. Since I no longer have a blogspot login, it will not allow me to post. I can preview, and hit publish, but then the error message comes up that says, they have been notified and are working on fixing the problem.

Now, I have patience, and also know that someday, it will be fixed. Maybe....

Feed the Birds

For those in the snowy climes.....:

For the birds . . . winter food
1 pound lard
12 oz. jar of crunchy peanut butter
1 pound melted suet
Put all of the above ingredients into a double boiler and stir
together over medium heat. When thoroughly melted and mixed,
pour this mixture over the following dry ingredients, which
have been put into a large pan:
2 pounds (32 oz. box) yellow cornmeal
10 pounds of wild birdseed
Mix all together and pour into containers. Use large cake pans
and cut into squares or use smaller containers such as small
cottage cheese containers, tuna cans etc. Wrap the "cakes" in wax
paper or foil and refrigerate. Pinecones can be used by pushing
this mixture inside the cones. Hang "cakes" or cones from tree
limbs or in a birdfeeder. Serves about 752 birds.