LESS THAN A WEEK AWAY

 Thanksgiving is less than a week away!

Have you decided what six people you will be inviting for dinner? Have you strategically measured the safe distance between each guest who will be sitting at your disinfected table?

Despite the prospect of disagreeable November weather, will you be dining outside?
Have you decided what festive Thanksgiving mask you'll be wearing?
Will your turkey be wearing a mask?

Don't panic. These questions are rhetorical. I'm merely throwing out  unimportant tidbits for you to ponder.
You're very fortunate that - lately - I've been politely keeping 99 per cent of my real thoughts to myself.

Actually, I think many people are secretly delighted that Thanksgiving is banned (restricted?). No massive preparations, no hectic traveling, no relatives that you hate, no annoying children (admit it - they're annoying....)

Methinks the detrimental shadow of Big Brother is making us less thankful every day....

So, do I have anything to be thankful for this year?
Yes - I'm extremely thankful that I learned how to make homemade booze. It has immensely enhanced the rural purgatory in which I'm ensconced.

In fact, I'm delightfully under the influence as I write this...

I'm thankful that six discerning people liked my piano video in the previous post. They have exquisite taste for appreciating my talents and creativity.

Did I ever mention that my piano recordings are consistently my most unpopular blog posts? It's true. Unfortunately true. Disconcertingly true.

Ironically, when I posted a half-naked photo of gay retro porn star Peter Berlin, my blog got nearly 1,500 hits (not in one day).

When I published a post entitled Elizabeth Taylor's Pussy it got over 5,000 hits (it was completely innocent - check out my sidebar on popular posts).

So what's my point? Smut sells.

These trees are only a few feet from my bedroom. If they ever toppled onto the house, I'd be toast.
 

Last weekend there was a horrendous windstorm. Way after midnight, when I was in bed, I heard several enormous nearby crashes. I figured something happened near the house, but was too lazy to get up.
In the morning I discovered that several large trees were blocking the narrow road that winds past my place. Several workmen (thankfully) arrived and removed them with the aide of chainsaws.
No damage to my property (thankful, again).

It's hunting season! Let the slaying begin!

Yesterday (Friday) there was more gunfire around here than I've ever heard before. Non-stop all afternoon and early evening.

I ventured in the woods for a brief walk (camera in hand) and kept fervently praying that a myopic hunter wouldn't mistake me for Bambi.

Now that the trees are bare, I'm able to see the nearby mountain. Okay, technically it's only a hill. Heck, I've seen bigger boobs when I was in Hollywood.

I used to have a decent view of the neighboring cow pasture, but with all the rain this year everything is overgrown and the pasture is obscured.

Very few leaves are left in the forest

I like this mystical shaft of sunlight.

My El Cheapo digital camera has a ten-second timer. I had to set the timer, put the camera on the porch railing, grab the 25 pound pumpkin, run like hell to the porch swing, sit down and try to look relaxed and pretty. All for you.
It wasn't easy.

SHADOW CATS

Scratch (above) and Bosco (below) on the porch, contemplating their long shadows. 

 

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I'm still having lots of trouble leaving comments on blogs that have popup comment windows. It's a computer "glitch".....I'm not in the mood to explain details now.