looks like a Halloween cat
Jon? Brilliant?? Surely you jest.
My brilliance is often overlooked because frantic people are too busy trampling one another to get to an exit.
Okay, Jon, dazzle us with a bad post. Whether you're brilliant or lousy, we can't tell the difference.
If I were a narcissist I'd take that as a compliment.
I decided to make an early dinner about an hour ago. I eat whenever the time suits me. Sometimes it's late afternoon, other times late at night.
Everything was going perfectly. The meal was almost ready. I stepped outside to empty a pan of hot grease. I don't know how the hell it happened - perhaps a ghost pushed me - but I lost my footing, nearly tripped, and the pan of grease spilled all over my left arm. The worst part of the burn is on my wrist.
After extracting a few choice foul words from my X-Rated vocabulary, I decided to Google first aid treatments for grease burns.
"Run cold water on the burn and see your doctor."
I'll bet the author of that helpful tip was a member of the American Medical Association.
Let's put it bluntly:
There will be Ice Cream Parlors in hell before I'll see a doctor for a grease burn. I don't have medical insurance and - unlike those who do - I don't make a career out of running to doctors. I've known many people who thoroughly enjoy spending 95% of their lives in doctor's waiting rooms. It's a great American pastime.
The only time I'd ever think of going to a doctor would be if a rabid coyote bit me on the ass. Or a grizzly bear chewed off one of my legs.
What a rant, Jon! Do you feel better?
Naw, my arm still hurts.
I mean emotionally better. Did you release all your pent-up emotions?
Hey, Kemo Sabe - -If I ever released all my pent-up emotions, the hurricane force would be powerful enough to wipe out Central Asia. And the southern part of Russia.
Let's move on to some more mundane things. How about if I post a few boring photos that I took this afternoon?
There are still lots of butterflies around here and I enjoy harassing them with my El Cheapo digital camera.
Strange yellow weeds
(Okay, Anne Marie told me it is goldenrod)
Trees in my back yard
with afternoon sun
Glimpse of the front yard
A very rare moment when my 10 year old cat Scratch is playing with my 1 1/2 year old cat Scruffy.
Scratch is showing off rolling on the floor and Scruffy is teasing her from the chair.