Hubris deserves some peace and quiet lately, don’t you agree? You might have to look close, but he’s there, right in the middle of the peace. Right next to the quiet.
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They’re right to be more worried about ticks.
Wukilars might get one or two of them, but ticks might get ’em ALL!
It’s something to consider when you’re worrying about what’s in the dark past the treeline.
Okay, so I’m behind getting my taxes to the guy that can understand how this junk fits together.
And I’m going in for surgery today. It’s okay. Scheduled and delayed and re-scheduled. They’re taking out metal, not guts, so… yay.
On the other hand… if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’re welcome to mourn me until I bob back up to the surface and start drawing again.
In the meantime… here’s this cool photo of the woods I ride my unicycle through on nice mornings. The two photos are two weeks apart, just to see how the greening was going.
See ya tomorrow, I hope.
Funny story for you- My brother wore a wrist-to-ankle jumpsuit, gloves, boots, and a big rubber mask around Halloween (Now called “Cosplay for Candy.” You heard it here first). He did a funny thing at a local park’s party where they had piles of hay bales, scarecrows, and pumpkins as decorations. He flopped face down in a pile of hay that some kids had left strewn around in their ongoing straw fight through the park. When the kids ran back around to his pile of hay, one of them grabbed him by the foot, thinking he was one of the scarecrows that they were swinging around at one another. As the kid reached for his foot, my brother jumped up and yelled, “Aaargh!”
The kid fell straight backward from his heels as his scarecrow bludgeon came to life and shrieked. I have personally never seen anyone so stunned as that before or since, and that includes people who were unconscious before they hit the floor.
Long hikes. It’s an entertaining time to see whose phone coverage is the best… or there at all.
Our grandkids will one day be baffled by the idea that there was anywhere on Earth you couldn’t get a phone signal.
Or, perhaps, our grandkids will one day not know what a phone is and drive souped up junkers in the wasteland that is our collective grave.
Either way.
You know how it is… you got a job to do, and you don’t wanna give up on it. Just one more minute.
That kind of behavior was bad enough, and then they invented Facebook.
Not everyone has the same concepts of Camping.
