Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Blogworthy But Bereft

out & about-- Faithful readers may have noticed a digital darkness between Feb. 24 and today. Lots of things have been catching our eye lately as meriting entry on Caywood Days. However, our camera is having identity issues (can't remember what its life's purpose is, feeling lackluster and sapped of energy, can't muster up a low light flash) which means we have no visual record of our travels and travails. Sure, other bloggers are creative enough to draw you in with nothing but words, but that ain't never been us, yo.

That said, we are buoyed by today's sunny brilliance. Okay! Yes! We ARE going to try something new. Or rather, old. Olde. Nothin' but typeface comin' at ya...

NOW DELI.V.ERING at Rascal's:
Corned Beef Silverado
(See? You really need that reader board for this to be meaningful.)

Recently, in the Pennysaver:
"Community Voice" has been DEMOTED to a tiny box! What?! Rumor has it things are about to get worse: Pennysaver is discontinuing it the feature due to "lack of participation." Excuse us, Pennysaver-- have you read your own column? Nothing gets more play that that! The Owego Volunteer Fire Department alone could fill volumes. We suspect a vast socialist big-government homosexual agenda item aimed at silencing our Voices. The Town Board of Owego is probably behind it all-- everyone knows they are drunk with power. Community Voice is a special part of my day that I look forward to and now everything SUCKS.

Yesterday, overhead:

Snow geese! Flying over! Lots of "V"s in the sky! The are gorgeous. Neighbor says: "You know, you're allowed to shoot up to 15 a day." File under Thanks for the 411.

Yesterday, underfoot:
First snow drops blooming! My heart filled with joy.

Glad you couldn't see me...
..chasing after the chickens in Freda's yard yesterday. The two smart ones (Aurora and her protegee) let me catch them. Now, normally, I don't like to disparage the intelligence of our fowlish friends. However, here I must: I am going to call them super stupid. And yet, they managed to outfox me. I'd run after them and two would fade left while the other reversed. They are very good at getting away from their human protector. Too bad they are not so good at getting away from lurking predators. Come on! Work with me, peeps!

Have you been following Constance on Facebook?

She is so sweet, mature, with-it, and together I could CRY! She's a real grown-up. Why won't they let her go to prom with her girlfriend? Answer: They are haters. I could say more, much, much more, but Constance has urged us to be respectful and I fear I have already failed. I'm incapable of getting this link to work, so you must now cut-and-paste. Like I said: Olde.
http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2010/03/16/constance-mcmillen-is-back-in-fulton-mississippi-is-super-grateful-for-your-support-and-wants-you-to-be-nice

Okay, we are tired of being your eyes for you. Laura never complained about being Mary's eyes, but I think I gotta lay down on the couch now.