For a long while she just hung out with me on the porch. Seemed a nice place to be. I offered her peanuts, reminded her they were there. She appeared unconcerned. Fine with me, she is good company.
Eventually, she decided, "Actually, maybe I will have just one."
One of our Western Scrub Jays, I think this is the female. I've added labels to posts with them.
My goat milk cream cheese went moldy, again. I admitted to D that it's largely because I dole it out to myself slowly, which winds up wasting it. Described it as being so inculcated... and got stuck on the word. In the store, I had no means to look it up, and I wasn't sure how to say it, likely never having said it out loud. Pretty clear on the meaning, but not the etymology.
So, to teach through persistent instruction. Culcate from to tread, from calyx - heel. Ground in with a heavy heel. Yeah, that's what I thought. Save some for tomorrow, stint myself. Which is in general not a bad idea, but taken further becomes a harmful self-denial. Better to balance between greed and deprivation. Letting food rot to save it doesn't quite work.
Eat one peanut now, save one for (slightly) later.
Got an artichoke, ages since I've eaten one. Eat it tonight, after I'm done drinking tea. The two do not get along on the tongue.
Oh, and yeah. Labor Day. Fly your red flag, comrade. Good for a day off work.
Lt Rain Thunder Shwr
62°F
17°C
Humidity80%
Wind SpeedN 20 G 29 MPH
Barometer29.98 in
Dewpoint56°F (13°C)
Visibility10.00 mi
Last Update on 22 Aug 5:24 pm MDT
This ain't the typical August. Can't remember an August like this here. No fires, some flash floods, and down below 60˚F expected tonight. Everything green. I wonder what some of the knock-on effects will be. More deer? More fire next year? Certainly some landslides. Even some possibility of snow in the upper elevations.
Scrub jay visited the other day.
Eleanor not exactly bothered by rain, not in the way Moby is, but she does seem to want something. I carried her out when it was pouring down, for a minute. Brought her in, and realized I could open the window, given the temperature. She sat and smelled out for a long, long time. But she still mewed wanting, so I brought in a bit of cat-nip flower, since the leaves had been pretty much eaten by Sebastian. Well, I think the flowers have more psychoactive substance.
Can't tell how blue this fellow is, but the personality shines through. Cussing us out for putting out peanuts, but with a cat watching. Unprintable language, and not just because it is in Scrub Jay.
