“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.”
George Bernard Shaw
One of our 1960's snowmobiles -- a little duct tape and we're good to go!
I got up around 3:30 this morning. Just couldn't sleep. My usual thing would be to add, "I had the weirdest dream last night." That might seem to indicate an anomaly, but it isn't. I've said that almost every day my whole life. But that's an entirely different story for another time. And I will go into it because my dreams are worth a blog or two, but not today. Anyway, I was contemplating today's post and stepped outside to see the moon and stars. The moon has been so bright this week it looks like I have outside lights on. And the stars at this elevation away from the city never fail to awe me. Stars are something I never tire of seeing. They're like sunrises and sunsets and rainbows. They always ignite powerful emotions. The whole universe is such a marvel. Quite suddenly, through all this great pondering, a thought popped into my head completely unsolicited and unexpectedly. I realized I misspelled "phase" in my September 5th posting. I wrote "faze". Grrr...!! I knew when I wrote it that something felt funny ... but I didn't stop long enough to work through and discover the error of my ways.
a 4th birthday gift
It must have been brewing in my subconscious though. My subconscious mind is amazing. It is always "on" and it has told me things -- important things, even life saving things -- my whole life. (Read the book BLINK if you want to be totally intrigued.) I've learned to trust it with my life. The word "phase" popped out of me like air in a balloon. It was a familiar feeling. It's like when you can't remember the name of something and then days later it just pops out of you like your mind just gave birth.
The Steller's Jay is back today. I saw a pair of them! Look at that face! Reminds me of a bearded old man with bushy eyebrows.
So... about Zeke. He showed up two days ago with a dirt covered little face. I haven't seen him since July. He's one of Chippy's babies. I recognize him because of a marking on his nose. He and Kid are now both around and I'm teaching them as well as I can to store their food. Zeke can pack his little cheeks, but Kid still eats one nut at a time like he has no care in the world. Every day I have three chipmunks around, five gray jays, two ground squirrels, and the past three days, the Steller's Jay. Oddly, Clark has not been around. I've been knock-free! (Ooops.... spoke too soon.... he just came knocking about two afters after I posted this...)