BETWEEN THE RAIN

I'm starting to bore myself with these inane blog posts. How many times can I creatively unleash my complaints....and how many times can I include photos of the damn forest?

The temptation to write about topical subjects is extremely appealing, but it will inevitably anger some people and make enemies. Despite the fact that my personal opinions are usually right on target. 

I will mention the infuriating inconvenience of Daylight Saving Time.
This biannual compulsory ritual of changing the clocks is one of the most worthless and unnecessary things ever devised.
For the past few years I have adamantly refused to change any of my clocks. I don't give a royal crap if it's Daylight Saving Time or Lilac Time. 

I recently injured my right shoulder, which makes it extremely painful to move my arm and nearly impossible to type. I'm typing slowly with one finger.
This recent malady is in concert with my bad back, agonizing knee, and painful hip.
I'm falling apart twenty years sooner than my parents did.....and it's disconcerting, to say the least.

What's this about "Between the Rain?"


Well, we had a beautiful weekend - sandwiched between all the rain storms.
Mild, clear, lovely. With a tauntingly delicious hint of spring.
The full moon was gorgeous last night - drenching everything in an ethereal silvery glow.

At twilight the white-tail deer appeared near the back porch again, but I wasn't able to get a photo. I wish he'd show up in daylight, but his evening appearances are magical. 

Today (Monday) is still mild, but overcast and very balmy, with a steady wind. When I close my eyes, the sound of the wind rushing through the forest reminds me of restless ocean waves.
More rain is expected tonight.

My forest photos are probably boring and annoyingly similar. 
I never venture far to take photos. I simply step outside and photograph whatever is near the house.

These were all taken yesterday (Sunday). 

 The frosted glass in the front door.

Bosco jumped up on a nearby table and I snapped a pic of his profile. 

The back yard forest in the unflattering glare of daylight

The first butterfly I've seen this season

The nearby mountain seen from the front yard. When the leaves appear on the trees it will be completely obscured. 

 In early evening the trees are aglow with light from the setting sun

Note

I always like to respond to your comments but I won't this time because of the pain in my shoulder and arm.

MESSING WITH TIME

Note:
I was going to post this last weekend, but thought it was stupid and pointless.
But then I figured Hell, Jon - ALL of your blog posts are stupid and pointless.
So here it is.
If nothing else, I'm consistent.  


I absolutely refuse to turn my clocks back an hour for Daylight Saving Time. 

It always complicates my intricately annoying lifestyle, upsets my inner sleep rhythm (whatever the heck that is), and subjects me to acute psychological trauma and confusion for months.

There are times when I don't sufficiently recover until spring - when we are suddenly forced to turn our clocks ahead an hour. By then my emotional stability is completely destroyed.

You didn't think I had emotional stability, did you?

If you want to play the brutal mind game of reversing time, by all means do it.

As for me - the only thing I consistently turn back is my age. 

Just for the heck of it, I grabbed my El Cheapo camera and photographed all the clocks that are cluttering my abode.
They will remain blissfully unmolested.
I'm not about to mess with time. 

 My favorite clock. I bought this for my Mother long ago.

I don't purposefully collect clocks - - they just seem to follow me around.

This miniature grandfather clock is less than five feet tall. I used to keep it in my bedroom when I lived in Texas. Now it's in a tiny spare room.

Who the heck would ever buy a bear clock?? Probably some weird redneck hermit who lives in rural Tennessee.

Who would ever buy a Halloween clock? Probably the same kind of weirdo who would buy a bear clock...

(the top of  this clock is missing - I don't know what happened to it) 

A clock in my bedroom

A clock in the kitchen

Another clock in my kitchen. This adorable vintage Kit Kat was a gift from a generous blogger. Thank you R.T. from Retired in Delaware.

A clock on my antique desk

Last night I dug through my closet and finally found my hunter's clock, which was packed away for years. 

It's very heavy. I propped it up on a book to take the photo. It looks better in real.

 When the hour chimes, a hunter comes out - being chased by a bear.


Well, I think it's time to say adieu....