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Sunday in November with a hint of summer

Bee Gees, Brunch and Hiking

I woke up late (thank god, as this follows my religious dogma), and pondered the day.
I dreamed about many wonderful things, but the last was food. Brunch was in order. When I woke up I was not too hungry though, so something small. What did we have? Not much.
Ah Ha! French Toast..... only..... it had to be different. Poke here, look around there....



Voila!

but wait, not quite...

What does it need?

Ooooh! I know!

A light lemon cream cheese slightly spiced and lightly sweetened.
Perfection.

Now for some reason while eating it, the Bee Gees came to mind. No, not because it was fluffy. Just the music seemed right. So I enjoyed my brunch with the Bee Gees while planing todays hike.





Just me and the oldest boy, off into nature on this 75* Sunday in November.






We found Fungus






Lots of Fungus



We also found an Old Friend on the way back. She was quite friendly.

Pure unadulterated blaspheme.

I will surely burn at the stake for this. OUCH! See? No? You will!

God is the devil, and the devil is God you see. You have this whole creation thing going on, what with the miracle of life and all. Out of nothing, something. Not only something, but butterflies and buttercups. He gave us Selma Hayek for Christ sake. Okay so maybe not for christs sake. Then again, perhaps the Magdalene looked like her. But I digress (as many men, and some women will where Selma is concerned). But then he gives us crap like pain. I mean WTF? “Oh, it is so we will protect ourselves”. That is BS. What about when it just happens. Like a three day headache? What of the cute little bunny that got part of its leg torn off by an angry badger? (Okay, perhaps it was a fox or a stoat). Now this bunny had some flight response, and got away. Now it is laying in the tall grass cursing to the Christ of bunnies, and feeling some serious pain. For a long time.

And you dear reader? You have seen Gods grace in creating the beauty of Selma, but he did not grace you with her. That has to hurt just a little. No?

Then you have all these fellows in black robes, professing to have the words of this cruel God telling you that the snake (penis?) led Eve astray in the garden. The apple of wisdom? Knowledge of sexual beauty. “And Adam and Eve saw that they were naked and were ashamed” Perhaps Eve looked like Selma, and Adam got a piece of wood. She blushed and he felt all awkward. They decided to cover up her “apples” and naughty bits so Adam would not get splinters from this thing standing out in front of him. I mean here you are out in the garden and all nakey and everything, the last thing you would want is to run into a tree with your pecker first. Now these dudes have said Sex is Evil (Eve’el) for many millenniums. So this god puts all of these Selmas on earth, and says Do Not Walk On the Grass. Do not touch. Ouch, that don’t quite seem right to me. So say you are lucky enough to have a Selma of your own. She has a three day headache (unwarranted pain and suffering on her part) and you don’t get to walk on the grass (unwarranted pain on your part) Then your little man apples get all ripe and overly full, and ….. you guessed it, more pain.

What kind of God puts all of this pain on earth? I’ll tell you. He has good and bad in him, just the same as us. But power corrupts, and this all powerful dude has no one to check him. So the earth is like his little experiment, only he gets bored and throws in pain. He has no one to mirror himself on, so he battles out his inner id on us. With us. Either that or God is really a Goddess and threw in pain because she is on the rag and a jealous bitch because she does not look like Selma.

Either way you look at it, we are screwed. I just hope you have your own version of a Selma with which to pass away this painful existence.

Winter Rain

Rain on the street

That washed the salt

That melted the snow

That covered the dirt

That came from the people

Who stay out of the rain.

Value Village Finds

We at Value Village are always being asked, is it real, or is it fake. Today we scored some designer shades by Versace. To find out if they were real or counterfit, we asked the new face of Versace, the new Uber Model from Deutschland, Fritz Gehard.



So Fritz, How can you tell if they are real or imitations?

"If German Uber Model Fritz Gehard can still look Smokin Hot'
while wearing a charter communications terricloth sweatband,
you know you've got the real thing"

We will have to agree with you there, Fritz.

When asked how it feels to be the new face of Versace, Fritz had this to say-

Mom was so proud...

Er. Uh, ahem. Thanks Fritz.

My Favorite Things

I like to watch squirrels slide on ice.

Beautifully Frozen

Yes I almost froze to death twice with severe hypothermia.

Also had a scary encounter in the most beautiful scene on earth.

Almost got lost in a 20 ft snowdrift out in the middle of Yosemite. Sank up to my neck in the snow, 10' from the edge of a Humongo cliff, over looking the valley and Half Dome. I was just behind, to the left, and WAY above where this pic was taken.

They were clearing the roads with these really bizarre machines. There were walls of snow on both sides of the road. Very few places to see what was beyond the walls of snow much less pull over. When I did get out, I climbed the wall. I started running as it was so beautiful and not a person in sight. I was struck dumb when I got to the cliff overlooking the valley and the Half Dome made famous by the Ansel Adams picture. I stood in awe. The crisp sounds of the snow, the wind blowing. I heard some thing like nylon being torn in a muffled way. I sank to my waist in the snow. I laughed with the glee of a fool. I tried to move out and started to sink (angling towards the edge of the cliff). When I got to where my shoulders were under the snowline I panicked few a bit. I thought of death, in a vast beautiful landscape. Would some poor hiker find my body after the spring thaw? Or perhaps I would complete the circle by having a wolf eat my carcass. I accepted the possibility of a beautiful death, but did not resign myself to it. I dug out, slowly and methodically. By the time I got out, some of the snow had melted from the heat put off by my exertion and the water was trickling under my clothing into my crevices. I was cold, tired, wet and cold. I got back in my van and headed off for the beach. With a little preparation winter can be safe. I've got my boots, enough layers to dress Uganda and a hell of a hat collection.

When the fog froze on a giant spiderweb and all of the pine trees causing sparkling frost everywhere, I was reminded life was beautiful.

I am not much of one for a dirty inch of snow. But blankets of it.... I want a ton. I still want to climb Mt. Ranier in the winter.