#weatherwise

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio tickers through Tuesday, tussles with an overly sellotaped box full of tasties, and toots his horn to celebrate a certain Wuthering Heights lady. Weatherwise it's time to haul out the deckchairs ... sunshine two days in a row! The traffic lady ruminates on the roads before happily re-mentioning the damaged Gull from the weekend's sport. Apparently the bird fell broken winged onto the pitch ... was whisked away ... and is now happily recuperating at a local wildlife sanctuary.

Today's groaner: The head cook was also a proud linguist. He boasted to his team that he'd finally figured out that champagne and sugar are the only words that sound like 'sh' without starting with 'sh'. One of his assistants hesitated for a moment before saying ........ "Chef ... are you sure?" ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Reflecting on yesterday's shiny metropolis trip. Little Dude had his stitches out and is tentatively using his now 'bionic' leg ... he'll be really smiling once the 'blue doughnut' is no longer on his neck. Captain Blackbeard had his 'tonic' and is happily back to his retirement hobby of watching the mice as they raid his biscuits. I'm gradually getting coffee saturated and contemplating today's blueberry and apple cake.

It's a sunny Tuesday in Tuesdayville ... who'd a thought it? ...

[clinicalherbalist]

It’s snowing. Which is kind of odd for Kentucky, three weeks into April, though not unheard of. That’s why we don’t plant tomatoes until May. I like to say that the only firm rule about weather here is that it doesn’t snow in June, July, or August. Other than that it can be any weather, any time of year. . . . #snow #earthday #dogwoodwinter #weatherwise #coldsnap https://www.instagram.com/p/CN615kJFz0g/?igshid=a9hndoyrtge9

[birdieplayschoices-blog]

There’s a small town in Illinois called Braidwood.

“Braidwood Manor” is no further than an hour away from Hartfeld. 🚗

Hartfeld location #confirmed?

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio talks all things Tuesday and races us to the hilltop with Kate Bush. Weatherwise there's hints of blue through half closed bedroom blinds and a promise of sunshine. The traffic lady talks of Gill Street and the Samuel Beckett Bridge before Dire Straits carry out a few Private Investigations.

Today's groaner: What was the first Electricity Detective's name? ... Sherlock Ohms ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Shiny metropolis ahoy! And another trip to the vet. Little Dude and his latest injection ... plus Busterson's leg has met more than it's match with a late night kitty altercation and needs attention.

Leaves are already slowly dropping in on the snail's and water fleas. Howzat for fast food delivery!?

Time to vamoosle ably assisted by my good friend the coffee cup ... Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is back once more ... for how long, who knows? Where has he been? Who knows? Does he even know he's been gone? Perhaps he has continued performing his show with the Lost Postman as his trusty aide in some alternate Universe and has no idea of our wonderings as to his waywardness. Weatherwise we have 12 to 15 degrees today, sunshine is MIA, thermal everything is required ... I've even put thermal covers on the deckchairs. The traffic lady may just have mentioned the cold start, the lack of attention paid by motorists and one or two collisions. The chef on the radio flung his virtual frying pans around with unknown ingredients in them.

Today's groaner: A woman texts her husband on a cold winter’s morning, “Windows frozen, won’t open.” Her husband texts back, “Slowly pour some lukewarm water over it and then gently tap the edges with a hammer.” 5 minutes later the woman texts back, “Computer really messed up now.” ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

Friday the 13th and the spiders are coming in! I have no problem with spiders, regardless of size ... but, according to the man on the radio, others are not so welcoming. I'd call the size of this one a 'Delilah'. There was a 'Goliath' version in the bathroom, but I fear she may have ventured upstairs and become extremely short term friends with Loft Cat.

Not long after this one came in, she ended up floating in the dogs' water bowl. I retrieved her, watched her run up the long curtain by the back door and, in due course, she returned to her original position.

On only one occasion have I decided against a spider setting up camp. That particular one was larger than my hand. Impressive legs that moved finger like across the floor and she eventually came to rest on one of my boots. I picked up said boot and left it outside the front door. I often wonder if that was her full size or whether she grew bigger and bigger and eventually made off with a few of the neighbourhood cats. ;-)

Friday, Friday, Friday ... paraskevidekatriaphobia (fear of Friday 13th) is rife in Ireland so there will be many still abed that have no intention of coming out from beneath the duvet. Let's hope they fare better than New Yorker Daz Baxter. On Friday 13th in 1976, he decided to just stay in bed for the day, only to be killed when the floor of his apartment block collapsed under him. Highly likely they will as there's an awful lot of bungalows on the Emerald Isle ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio was last seen with the lost postman ... yep ... he's gorn and done it and gone again! The stand in man on the radio is confused by the buttons ... however ... tis not the usual differently buttoned gentleman, tis another gentleman altogether and he's enjoying himself announcing one tune and playing another. Great craic! Weatherwise we're looking at grey with a hint of rain and the slightest of breezes ... so quite tropical really for this time of year. The traffic lady announces collision after collision and road closure after road closure on yet another motorists' madness Monday.

Today’s groaner: A professor sits with a farmer on a train. Bored, the professor says to the farmer: "I’ll ask you a question, if you can't answer it, you give me 5 euro; then you ask me a question, if I can't answer it, I give you 500 euro, what do you think?" The farmer nods. The professor asks the farmer: "What is the distance between the Earth and the Moon?" The farmer silently takes out 5 euro and gives it to the professor. The farmer asks the professor: "What animal has three legs when ascending a mountain and four legs when descending a mountain?" The professor thinks hard but can't find an answer, so he reluctantly gives 500 euro to the farmer. The farmer takes the 500 euro and prepares to nap. The professor asks: "What animal is it!?" The farmer takes out 5 euro, gives it to the professor and then falls asleep ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

Mr Snippy is taking it easy this morning. Can't blame him. If I could fit on the chair like that and examine some clothing at close quarters for a wee while, that would definitely also be my inclination. He is blep boy, snoozer extraordinaire and quite prepared to take out his temper on any and all soft furnishings. He's dreaming fairly furiously at this point ... legs twitching, cheeks billowing and there's periodic loud 'bwoofs'. That must be one hell of a duvet he's taking on.

Monday, Monday, Monday ... cake to be made, coffee to be drunk and cursory glances given in the general direction of the vacuum cleaner ... I know what to do with the first two items, the latter one ... well ... careful and prolonged ponderance shall be given ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Weatherwise there's 50 shades of it and a definite need for 'the umbrella' today.

Currently watching a wee spider as she makes her web between my tallest cactus and my spider plant. Something of a lack of sleep, strange dreams and an idle marble are leading my focus astray.

I love the colour red. I love bright colours. I'm currently listening to The Cold Swedish Winter on Radio 4 Extra and the whole beige factor that the Englishman (who has moved to Sweden to be with his girlfriend) is struggling with. His horror of Ikea. His plea, once they've bought a house, that he might have a room to call his own that will be as bright and outlandish as his imagination can possibly bring forth. His sanctum sanctorum.

The Englishman has my sympathies.

I'm looking out of the window at the range of Autumn colours that are appearing and I'm revelling in each and every one of them.

I love the poem 'Warning' by Jenny Joseph ... "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple ... With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me."

Colour me happy and bring me more coffee whilst I smile and read the rest of Jenny's poem ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio flings his arms open wide and welcomes far flung folk to another feelgood Friday as Starbuck hits the deck and sings of moonlight feeling right. Weatherwise things are yet to decide ... as Tweetie Pie might just say 'Things wook a widdle on the gwey side'. The traffic lady declared this a day of motorists learning to slow down ... this information might just have helped the motorists that collided somewhere in Cork.

Today's groaner: After accidentally swallowing Buzz Lightyear, what did the dog say to Woody? … You got a friend in me ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

A full night's sleep ... woo hoo!! Amazing how much less you hallucinate when this happens. Beginning to think that the night of the many moons probably had quite a bit of something to do with Biggest Dog's enthusiastic efforts. 14 hours straight of pacing and getting into things she really shouldn't ... which culminated in her almost being on the receiving end of an awful lot of spines. Silly hooman that I am, I'd left my chair in the lounge too far away from my desk and the little madam took advantage of this. Once upon the desk she 'surfed' her way across my cacti as she attempted to navigate the windowsill. Phew that I reached her before her belly took on the appearance and feel of a porcupine!

Hooray for the late dandelions and the alien insects that are busy sitting on 'em! Something from a sci fi city looking at the one in the picture on the right.

Friday, Friday, Friday ... shiny metropolis awaits as was too beleaguered to get behind the wheel yesterday ... that is, once I finish my coffee, of course ...