There's nothing quite like the experience of preparing a favored breakfast. Especially one that is rarely made for "health" reasons. Not because there are any health issues to deal with per say, but because the media has made sure we fear EVERYTHING that we consume. Not just food, mind you, but right down to, and including, the contaminated water we drink, to the polluted air we breath.This makes that "rare" breakfast a very carefully prepared and eagerly anticipated meal. Then what happens? Upon taking the first wonderfully flavorful bite, the body tries to inhale it, rather than swallow it. And, of course, the body's response to this misuse of it's equipment, is to promptly engage in a coughing fit that can only be rivaled by a lengthy grand mal seizure. Talk about the ruining of a moment. My response to this, once I was back in control of the cerebral command center, was a loud, vulgar and explosive
***!!HUMPHF!!***
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*Heavy sigh*
Time for the weather.
What have we got today?
31° of overcast skies, 5 mph winds and 61% humidity. I must say, most sincerely, that my split fingers painfully let me know when the air has gone dry. Do you know how difficult it is to crack an egg when you can't use the tip of one of your thumbs?!? Proved to be quite awkward and messy. Upon retrospect, I should have known. The first messily, cracked egg was a precursor of ill things to come with regards to my carefully planned breakfast. Traitorous body. First the thumb, then the rebellious swallerpipe.
*humphf*
It's not quite WIP time, since our daylight has been stolen from us by Daylight Savings Time. What an oxymoron. So I'm gonna go consign my dirty dishes to the dishwasher and make my lunch while waiting for the last minute to snap a WIP.
Be back later.
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Here we have Maratus Ottoi. Can't find a definition for ottoi. But then, I really didn't look very hard.
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*3/18/18 update- I have looked off and on for 2 days trying to find the meaning of Ottoi. I even checked twice with the Youtube video of Maratus Ottoi to see if I mispelled the word. Nope. I did not. My search has been amusing if nothing else. Here are a few of the things I've learned during this search. "Otto" in Latin means altar, "ottoia" are stem-group priapulid worms known from the Cambrian fossils, there is a website promising to provide an astrological explanation and analysis of the acronym OTTOI using modern astronumerolgy and, we also have a site called WordAZ which promises "This is the place for Ottoi definition. You find here Ottoi meaning, synonyms of Ottoi and images for Ottoi." Yeah, right. I'm not falling for that one. There was also a vaguely explicit sounding Twitter account of Ottoi, "a can-do kinda guy." Well, no thank you, Can-do, I like my computer as it is, not how your guaranteed viruses will make it. Then, my search tried to send me to a Wikipedia listing entitled "Bride Kidnapping." A listing that I am happy NOT to go read, and, finally, my favorite, a magazine article titled "What Does It Mean To Die?" from the NewYorker. Um...Say what? I will give Google credit for the faintly added words "missing: ottoi" in that last entry. At least they weren't trying to completely hide the fact that the article had nothing what-so-ever to do with my search for the definition of ottoi. So, what I have learned is that the meaning of Ottoi is out there somewhere, but I am all done looking for it.*
WIP
I love the blue. Breezy out there. And busy.
Cars were coming
and going.
Have a good day, Travelers.
I must add one more pic! Ok, 2 more!
Do ya see him!?
Yesterday, I started the car, there he was! How 'bout a close-up?
I love him!!
One last thing. S, you are a wonderful cook. The aroma from the left over roasted chicken and veggies I had for lunch yesterday, drove everyone in the building all but mad. I think everyone came to see what I was having for lunch!
Thank you, S, for all that YOU do!!
