stealthie in the grass

Stealthie in my yard, two days ago. I like the current crop of grass and weeds.

Music: Simon Lynge Hallelujah: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIHpeaHJJ9s

His website is here: https://simonlyngemusic.com/. Hey Simon, when do we get another local concert? Concert in the grass? Hugs, ya’ll.

trees awake

Do you know the round?

Spring would be a dreary season

If twere nothing else but spring

would be a deary season….

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: awakening.

cereal mean stupidity

Some people act mean. Not only do they act mean but they are cereally mean. They are mean about cheerios, about count chocula, about granola, about oatmeal.

Not only do they act mean, and cereally mean, but stupidly mean.

They are stupidly mean because they heard that you like cheerios. It doesn’t matter if you actually do or don’t like cheerios. Someone told them that you like cheerios, they think cereal is sinful and you are LABELLED. They have you labelled as liking cheerios and you are a sinner.

And it doesn’t matter what you say or do. You can say “I don’t like cheerios.” Yeah, they don’t believe you. They think that maybe YOU EAT CHEERIOS when no one is looking, behind curtains, in the basement. They did a search on the internet and you bought Cheerios in 1997. You are a sinner.

You can show photos of your breakfast. “Look! Yohgurt and raspberries!” Doesn’t matter. They whisper, she eats cheerios in secret. You are still a sinner and you are a sinner and a liar.

You can be an upright citizen for years, join the Rotary, volunteer, donate money. Doesn’t matter. The whispers circle back to you: cereal.

So finally you figure it out: fungk them. You do not have time in your life for cereal mean stupidity. You put those people on ignore and leave them there. You cheerfully help if they have a flat tire or appendicitis. You commiserate when they complain that they are miserable. Well, actually, fungk that. Your goal if they call is: get off the phone. “I got a pan burning on the stove, I gotta go to the bathroom, I gotta trim my nosehairs…” Anything but talk to one of them. Because your life is a lot of fun, once you stop trying to change their minds.

And it doesn’t have to be cereal. It can be bipolar disorder or race or politics or the country you are from. Cereal mean stupidity is rather rampant. We have the choice to ignore it and live with more joy than ever.

Peace out.

book door

Here is a photograph of my book box doors for Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors. I have a library box and books come in and go out. Everything from textbooks to Dostoevsky to Louisa May Alcott to mysteries and romances.

Sometimes I put coffee out, too, and have my coffee in the yard in the early morning. My daughter wants to know how people will know I am not going to poison them, but if I am out there drinking the coffee, I think they will be reassured.

We have at least 6 Little Free Libraries in town, including one in front of our grade school with lots of kids’ books. Hooray for books and for sharing and exchanging them!

fly

I took this yesterday too, nearly blind into the sun and zoomed in. I learned to hold my breath for the zoomed in photos when my daughter was in synchronized swimming. I could not see which bird this was until I downloaded the photo: a red-breasted nuthatch. I love the nuthatches, going head first down tree trunks to find food. This feeder has many birds visiting both yesterday and today….