But damn.

I hope so too!
But damn.

I hope so too!
Proof positive you can find blog fodder everywhere.
Not being a Slim Jim or pork rind fan I passed on these…

I mean, hey… I like spicy food.
But not hot enough to make my pig squeal.
Then there was this –

A clever ad gimmick for Walking Dead fans, but I can turn into a zombie by drinking just about anything.
No apocalypse necessary.

I did buy these lemons.
Although I was little disappointed they didn’t have seed spitting lips.
Next time I’ll look for the GMO versions.
They’re always more interesting.

And finally, back to the liquor aisle.
While the name Screwball caught my attention….

I could come up with no reasonable explanation for adding peanut butter to a perfectly good whisky.
That’s just wrong.

Our local feed store is a delightfully quirky place.
Owned and operated by a wonderful man who shares our love of critters, I always look forward to shopping there.
Case in point….
When a turkey chick failed to sell last year because it had a deformity of it’s wing? He adopted it.
The bird is now large, spoiled silly and something of a feed store mascot.
When the temperature drops to near freezing?

She comes inside and stays by the wood stove…
Because even turkey birds get cold.

Please note there are two chickens under the table as well.
I love my town!!
So I went out to the garage a while ago and saw he had moved the snow blower.
And while that in itself isn’t strange…
This was.

Huh?

Yes, that’s a bungee cord with one end hooked to the mirror…..

And the other end hooked to the blower chute.
It took me a minute to realize he did this due to the limited space on his side of the building.
How limited?
Here’s a shot of the back end.

Yeah.

I’d say he had backed up as far as he could.

The more logical solution of throwing out all that crap treasure not withstanding.

While I tend to spend more time with my face buried in a book that watching television….
I’m almost sorry I couldn’t stay awake long enough to watch this classic example of cinematic magic.

Zombie in Lederhosen.
How can that be anything but utterly delightful?
Well now you can.
We had a lot of visitors this past winter.

These are pictures from back in January because I’m still playing catch up from the vacation posts.

Our buck kept his rack a lot longer than usual.

But it didn’t stop him from apple picking.
Or sticking his tongue out at the photographer.

Cheeky little bugger.

Father and son…

Or daughter, it’s hard to tell at this stage.
According to the dictionary, the definition of distancing is:
To make someone or something far off or remote in position.

Not a difficult concept… so maybe you can tell me why certain groups of people have such a hard time comprehending it.
( I realize I’m going to tick some readers off with this next part, but I’m sorry… the situation is ticking me off on a daily basis. )
The husband and I have been good little virus citizens. We stay home, alone…. and I have made 2 trips to the grocery store (and only the grocery store!) in the past 19 days.
This is the definition of social distancing… and if it’s what we have to do to save American lives? Then that’s what we’ll do.
So if I can’t go to my local pub and pray to the God of Tequila?
You can’t go to church and pray to yours.

My pub is closed. Shut up tight so groups can’t gather and spread infection. But your churches are wide open and hundreds are sitting side by side.
I know my bar stool misses me, but I can drink at home if I choose. So how about you choose to pray at home as well? I know it’s possible, my mother did it every night.
Here are a few examples of what’s currently ticking me off –
Our daughter of the heart posted a state of North Carolina alert which listed churches as “essential” places that could remain open.
In Washington state 60 people attended a church choir practice. 45 of them now have the virus, and 2 of them are dead.
A pastor from Louisiana said closing churches would be “discrimination against the faith”.
Coincidence that 12 days after he said this the number of positive cases in that state skyrocketed?
Maybe.

But for shepherds who are supposed to care for their flocks?

The two small churches in our town are offering online video sermons and outreach through social media. That’s the correct way to practice distancing and tend to your flock at the same time.
Common sense will get us through this.
Let’s try to have some.
Women will try anything to keep their skin looking supple and smooth. The illusion of youth is a powerfully motivating force.
And while I admit to buying my fair share of high priced creams and lotions in a feeble attempt to push back the hand of time…. even I have a limit.
Here it is:

Yes…
Snail mucus.

Because someone, somewhere, at sometime saw this…..

And thought, yup….
I got to get me some of that!

Dear Pennsylvania,
It was with great sadness that I read the recent news reports from your state. I can only imagine the confusion, the shock, and yes… the absolute horror that this announcement brought.
If there’s anything I can do to help your devastated citizens who will struggle during this time of crisis, please don’t hesitate to ask.
Yours most sincerely,
River
No. I didn’t send that letter…. but I should.
I should, because I just discovered this:
All Pennsylvania state liquor stores and licensee service centers will close indefinitely tomorrow at 9 p.m. ET, the Pennsylvania Liquor Control Board announced.
“This was a tremendously difficult decision to make, and we understand the disruption our store closures will have on consumers and licensees across the commonwealth,” Board Chairman Tim Holden said in a statement.
Holden continued:
“But in these uncertain and unprecedented times, the public health crisis and mitigation effort must take priority over the sale of wine and spirits, as the health and safety of our employees and communities is paramount.”
The liquor control board handles all beverage alcohol distribution in Pennsylvania, operating nearly 600 wine and spirits stores statewide. It licenses 20,000 alcohol producers, retailers, and handlers, according to the statement.

Pennsylvania?
You have my deepest sympathies.
No, not the depression.

Sorry, not the brothers either.
I’m talking about the colors.
Living in Maine, most of our winters are white. But there’s also a lot of beautiful blue…

And when a storm is moving in?

It’s really quite lovely.

These were all taken through my dirty winter windows last month, so be kind.

But spots and all..

You have to admit winter blues are pretty.

Even the ones that turn out kind of weird.
