Chester Gets The Groceries

I thought I'd give you some lighter fare after getting "all heavy and full of thought" on you.

-----------------------------------------------------
On Saturday, my boat-next-door neighbor called over and asked if I would take some pictures of her Chester for her.

Always up for a photo-session, I said, "Sure I'll take pictures of your boating peacock! Do you have him all preened up and have you taken off the Crest beak-whitener strip yet?"

She looked at me (she has a half eye roll and "oh come on" sort of smile) and said, "Me and Chester are going grocery shopping. His father caught some fish and we need some fixin's."

So she, of the one leg, gets off her boat with her crutches and car keys and ambles slowly off, heading down the dock. About thirty yards down, she turns and says, "Come on Chester, lets go!"


Chester wakes up from his nap and leaps on the chair to see where his mom went. He has a strangled-sounding, unpleasant peep.


His mom calls again, "Anytime now, Chester!" I'm beginning to think Chester might need glasses, he looks and looks and then hops higher up in the chair. You can almost hear him thinking, "Where are you mommy!?!"


Finally, Chester understand his mom is heading for the car so he gets up on the side of the boat and waits for the rocking to stop and the boat to drift close to the dock - and hops off.


"Wait for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Chester is not afraid of much - the dock is used by people of all ages, dogs, a couple cats, ducks, and one white goose - and only a couple dogs have ever troubled him any. One dog got his mouth around him, but Chester, in order to escape, went over the side of the dock into the river and bobbed up and down like a cork until he was rescued.


"Mom!! Wait! I got short legs you know!!"


"Man, I'm going to need a nice cold one by the time I get to the car!"


"I hate the holidays! Those people in cars never watch where they are going! How's a bird like me supposed to get across the road?"


"Ooooh look, little things to eat in the grass UNDER the car!!"

"Chester, get out from under the car, NOW!"

"Oh.. okay... Hey! I got dibs on the front seat and what we play on the radio okay?!"

Mom, heaving a sigh, "Okay, Chester...."

...and off they went to the grocery store with the radio playing "Five Little Ducks" softly out the open window...
Five little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only four little ducks came back.
I later heard that Chester enjoyed his Catfish Fillet W/ Lump Crabcake, Grits Version Of Polenta (W/ Shredded Parm Cheese, Sliced Green Onion,
& Fresh Thyme), and freshly sliced Garden Tomato. Somehow, I suspect good ol' Chester isn't going to enjoy being released back into the barnyard when his leg gets all better...

It's About Time

It's About Time
-- John Denver --
December 31, 1943 – October 12, 1997

There's a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again.
Who's to say you have to lose for someone else to win?
In the eyes of all the people, the look is much the same,
for the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game.

It's about time we realize it, we're all in this together.
It's about time we find out, it's all of us or none.
It's about time we recognize it, these changes in the weather.
It's about time, it's about changes, and it's about time.

There's a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
and a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me.
I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land,
with his lips upon our mother's breast, he makes his strongest stand.

It's about time we start to see it, the earth is our only home.
It's about time we start to face it, we can't make it here all alone.
It's about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind,
it's about time and it's about changes and it's about time.

There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name.
But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same.
And it hurts me when he's hungry and when his children cry.
I too am a father, and that little one is mine.
It's about time we begin it, to turn the world around.


It's about time we start to make it, the dream we've always known.
It's about time we start to live it, the family of man.
It's about time, it's about changes and it's about time.
It's about peace and it's about plenty and it's about time,
It's about you and me together and it's about time.

Weekend Wordle

It's that time of week again!

It's time for Shan's Weekend Wordles.

Here's what you do:

1) Go to Wordle.net to create your Wordle.

2) Post it on your blog with a link to Shan's Week~End Wordles or Last Shreds Of Sanity.

3) Once that's done, go back to Last Shreds Of Sanity and sign the Mr Linky that she'll have up - this will help direct those who play along to your blog.

From 11,383 Miles To Go 10 Blocks


It was a memorable week.

Hundred Acre Woods

I took these photographs while walking in the Hundred Acre Woods located off the Perkiomen and Skippack trails in Graterford, PA. Some words from Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne accompany them. I hope you enjoy your holiday weekend.


A Goldfinch hidden in the yellow flowers

Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way,
in that enchanted place on the top of the forest,
a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.


A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Nobody can be un-cheered with a balloon.


Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.


They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them.


When looking at your two paws, as soon as you have decided which of them is the right one, then you can be sure the other one is the left.


You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

Some people care too much, I think it's called love.


It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.