Emmy's

Not much.

Of course, what do I know about TV? For the last 7 years we have only gotten CBS. Lately we get CBS and NBC because we got a new antenna.

Now we do watch movies. We get netflix. That keeps us busy.

My son tapes Stargate so we can watch it. Daughter just got Joan of Arcadia on DVD, so we are watching that.

Just doesn't make us TV connoisseurs.

The leaves are starting to change ... some maples. The fern are turning yellow. The berries are orange on the ash tree and red on the American holly. The cotton grass is white topped. It is lovely.

Autumn, WV

leaves and moss

Suddenly September

Wow, not suddenly September, almost halfway through the month. Life marches on.

I hope to go to a training class for helping the Katrina refugees at Camp Dawson. It is scheduled for Wednesday evening. All I need is a vehicle to get there. We have seven, only one of which is running right now.

My plans for this week may be altered.

Saturday

Saturday evening.

When I was young I assumed Saturday nights would be big times, lots of fun, going places.

Hmmmmm. Silly me. Rarely do we go anywhere or do much of anything. Alas, we work. And that is the way it goes.

There is one fellow who works where I work, who say he won't work weekends. Mind you, I work weekends, so you can imagine the sympathy I have for him. So he didn't show up for work today. The fellow he was to work with had to cover the whole day by himself. Gee, I think I don't need him anymore. I wonder if my boss will let me take him off the schedule.

Men stick together that way.

Well, thinking about that didn't make me feel any better.

School starts next week. I just hope for cooler weather.

Do they have any idea how they look?

I was walking behind a young girl in a store today. She was not too tall and none too thin. She had bleached blond hair: the kind with the dark roots and white tips. It was tinted a bright shade of green.

As I walked along, I noticed the gap between her white gauze skirt and her knit black top. That is when I wondered: "Does she have any idea how she looks." There was more of her than I wanted to see.

Then I noticed that her gauze skirt was see through. :0 It was too late - It was evident that she had on thong underwear. :0

I was traumatized.

Haze Germany Valley

I thought I had transfered several pictures to a CD, but alas, somehow I only copied one.

How do I get a picture posted?

Good grief, how do I get a picture posted?

Well, I figured out you have to take off the pop up blocker.

Now how I the world did I get the picture so many times?

Phew! Deleted the extra seven pictures.

Margaret, the daughter.

August already

August already? How can that be.

I am watching a special on Jackson Pollack. Not the documentary, but a PBS type thing.

A technique is a trap. Pollack as a cliche. Selling his soul to Hollywood.

I watched Ed Harris' movie on Pollack.

Interesting stuff.

Sunny Sunday

Yep, it is sunny out there and I am at work. That is what yesterdays original post was -- working on weekends and holidays.

But other than being stuck inside on a pretty day, I am over it today.

I got a new digital camera a couple days ago. It is a gift from my family. It is pretty snazzy. I have an idea they spent way more than I would have. I am enjoying it. I haven't yet figured out how to get the exact focus I want.

Well, I just got a call and I no linger get to sit inside on my lunch hour, but go answer the call of duty. Short lunch break....

Dang

I was just waxing eloquently and hit spell check. Instead of a spell check, I got a new screen.

That was sad. I lost all my thoughts. See, look in my head it is empty.

I have a friend who says she only has 15 seconds of brilliance a day. I had just used mine and it is too late to get it back. Perhaps later, maybe tomorrow.

A what

Okay, so I start reading a blog I saw on an internet article. There were links to other blogs. I start reading those. I read one by a cat. It was humorous.

That blog invited me to have my own blog. I read the terms of agreement. At least til I got bored.

So I signed up. And here I am blogging. Who'da thought?

Now I can't think of a clever thing to say. Hopefully I will get over that.