Lower Jawbone from a Pig
I had been planning on sleeping in late, then spending the day in my PJs in front of the teevee, watching the Lord of the Rings movies back-to-back. But, I was wakened at the ass-crack of dawn by my across-the-lane neighbor, who was loading his horses into their trailer. He’s a man of very few words, though he seems friendly enough. He smiles and nods at me when our paths cross, and has occasionally mowed my outside-the-fence grass when it’s gotten extra unkempt[1]. He loves his horses, though[2], and spends a lot of time hanging out in the barn with them or taking them on weekend riding trips. I assume that’s where he was off to bright and early this morning. Which is all a round about way of saying that my plans for an extended day of ass-sitting in front of the television were shot to hell. I ended up getting up early, cleaning the kitchen (I never got around to finishing it yesterday), vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, and, after months of procrastination, sorting out the laundry room. The laundry room is where I throw all the junk I don’t know what to do with it. There are old couch pillows, bags of plastics for recycling, jumbled tools, a mortally wounded dryer, stacks of games, three old aquariums and their associated paraphernalia, window screens that I never put away properly, and lord only knows what else, hidden under, between, and behind the aforementioned.
One of the things I found was a jaw bone and some vertebrae I was given by a friend. (It pays to have friends who understand one’s fondness for weird stuff, and who will cater to it.) I don’t know what I’ll eventually use them for, but in the meantime, I had planned on using them for sketching. I love drawing bones, and these are nice and big. For now, I’ve photographed them, which provided all sorts of entertainment for Harriet and Pandora. They both thought the bones might, just possibly, be for them. Ha! Harriet was crestfallen when I told her to back off, and she realized that she wasn’t going to get to investigate more closely.
Speaking of motivation and procrastination: I missed my blogoversary yesterday, which is about par for the course. I tend to do the same thing with my birthday. I’ll remember it a few days ahead of time, forget it on the day, then remember it again a few days later. I’m kind of surprised I stuck with it for this long, because I’m not always good at following through with things. My intentions are good, but I’m often sorely lacking in the motivation department. I haven’t managed to make daily updates, though I was delusional enough in the beginning to think I might do so. But, I have been fairly consistent, which is good enough.
So, here’s to another year of blogging!
Sacrum from a Cow
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[1] He spends an inordinate amount of time on his riding mower. I suspect he’s one of those folks who finds mowing therapeutic. They’ve got, I think, three acres of land, about half of which is beautifully manicured grass. If you’ve looked at photos of my, um, “yard,” you’ll probably have noticed that mine is not anything approaching manicured. I hate mowing and really couldn’t care less how my yard looks. It used to be pasture, and wasn’t maintained at all, aside from the occasional bush hogging, until I moved in, so I figure anything I do, no matter how pitiful, is an improvement. Still, I’m sure it irks my neighbor no end that he has to look at my sad and sorry excuse for a lawn.
[2] When it’s really quiet out, I can sometimes hear him whistling songs or talking to the horses.
red paper boat 