I Did Not Know Grasshoppers Molted

Until I found this exoskeleton on one of my sunflowers. My 7-year-old niece tells me it doesn’t bother her, but I might want to remove it, because, “it might bother somebody.” 🙂

Posted as a contribution to Six-Word Saturdays.

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The last four days, weather predictions were for rain, lightning, thunder, fire, wind, but none of that came to pass. Tonight there were new warnings. Predictions said there was a storm passing just north of us, and another with us in the middle. Those were supposed to hit 5-5:30 p.m. At 8, Hubby suggested it was time for our nightly walk. Sitting in the basement, I looked at the (basement) window, to see only grey. Then I thought about the time, and how it should look normally. Somehow, this convinced me to take on the walk. For the record, I got word of the nasty storm at 4-ish, and went outside about 5, hoping for photos. Checked it for the next two hours, and decided past history was playing out today. Big clouds, no backup.

Friends to the south of us declared such things as  “gulley washers,” and I was all, “this fake storm is all wind and dust.” On our walk, it became clear very quickly that wind and dust were the biggest problems we’d face. I still feel the need to take a shower … 🙂

We were past the halfway point (and past my safety net – my brother’s house) when the rain started coming in our face. I hid behind Hubby, and told him he was my storm protector. That’s the exact moment (almost) that a neighbor stopped and asked if we needed a ride. We’re both super concerned about the neighbors laughing at us. What? Is that only me? OK. Neighbor: Do you need a ride? Hubby: walking apace: No, thank you. Me, walks to the neighbor (Dave, if anyone asks)’s pickup, and says, “contrary to rumor, I don’t melt when wet.” Hoping above all hope that I don’t get much wetter than I am at the moment. Walked another quarter mile, then took a sharp right turn, which, for the most part, benefited us, due to trees on the west side of the road, blocking the rain from hitting us. Halfway through that stretch, I realized I was losing the wet t-shirt contest to my husband. Damn you, bra!

 

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Better Late Than Never

I have tried and tried to upload new posts to this site since December, and have failed miserably (OK, it was WordPress, not me). Still, She Persists.

These are some of my latest photographic efforts, but if WP actually posts, you may be seeing a glut of past stuff. 🙂

Halloween Shop of Horrors

This weekend, I clicked on the link to a blog proclaiming, “why I won’t wear a sexy Halloween costume.” My initial reaction was, “this author is my people!” A brief reading proved that she was, indeed NOT my people, as she lamented the sexy options in the Halloween store. Because, if you’re waiting until the Halloween stores are open, you are too late!

I am not one of those girls who thinks a Halloween costume needs to keep my beautiful face intact. In fact, I think girls (anyone, really) who doesn’t have the dedication to mess up their face for Halloween is kind of a wimp. I used to decorate my home in intricate detail (despite the promise of less than five trick-or-treaters) and my office in even more detail. I have backed off the building decoration (going so far as to pull the box of decorations out of my basement two weeks ago. It is intact right now). I really hope to get a single trick-or-treater tomorrow, though I have no illusions.

Thursday, I attended a “fall carnival.” Shockingly, not a single child or adult recognized me.

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That is in my top-three Halloween costumes, but I think my favorite was this Pirates of the Caribbean-themed costume from 2009:

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My co-workers have decided that we’re all dressing in ’50s-themed clothes tomorrow. I guarantee, my poodle skirt is going to kick their poodle skirts’ asses. And I didn’t even bother to borrow my dad’s Letterman’s sweater from the ’50s. Will there be a picture forthcoming? Probably not, because my face will be completely recognizable. 😉