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No…we haven’t found our dear little Max.  Greg is out searching at this moment.  It’s dark and I’m hoping he’s OK, cause that would just be the icing on the cake.  He found some ribs/vertebra (sorry, too much information?) on top of the ice in a place where Buck has been in the river before when we’ve been down there running.  I told him to keep searching…not because I’m in denial, but because it just didn’t feel right.  He brought them back cause he needed to warm up and get some coffee.  Not Max.  Maybe an antelope…maybe a calf.  Not a 35 lb Springer Spaniel.

Either way, we need to know.  And at this point, a body of our dear little Maxster Baxster would be preferable to this interminable no-nothingness.

So..dear friends, please say a prayer again tonight for Max.  We feel he’s alive.  Just not sure where he’s at.  We think he’s wanting to be home..with his buddies Gracelyn and Buck.

All I ask is you keep him in your hearts.  Send positive thoughts to him so he can feel the connection and help us to bring him home.  If he has crossed over to the place where our other canine spirit companions reside, then we ask for that information as well, so we can say goodbye and close this chapter.

Vaya con dios mi amigos/amigas.

Still no sign of our little Maxster Baxster.

Gracelyn and I took fliers to Cowdrey and Walden and everywhere in between we could think of.  We searched the mountains and the fields…not sure how much we’ve walked in the last 2 days.

Yesterday seems like an eon ago.  We were decorating the Christmas tree.  The dogs were outside messing around.  Then they were gone (as they usually do…go on their rounds).  Then there was just one.

Then the lights went out.

Even though the sun was shining yesterday…the world went dark.

Today was not much better…save for a slim glimmer of hope this morning.  I have been in touch with an animal communicator, who works on helping locate lost animals too.  We’ve been corresponding most of the day.  She’s getting images from Max…but they’re jumbled and odd and inconsistent.  That gave us the thread of hope we needed.  We set out again…Gracelyn and I.  Greg joined us just before dark and we spent another two hours walking, calling, searching. 

Our slim thread of hope is frayed.  Our home is sad tonight.  This is the second night out in the cold for little Max…with coyotes howling and the winds picking up.  No snow…now I’m grateful for that.  But bitter cold. 

If he is alive, and alone, our prayers are he will tap into the love waiting for him here, feeling the cords we’re trying to weave to bring him back to us.  If he has been picked up, our prayers are that someone will take him to be scanned, and the information from the microchip will bring him back to us.  If he has been picked up by someone who thinks they’ve found a valuable hunting dog and have no intention of giving him up, then our prayers are that he is treated well and hopefully loved like he was here.  And finally, if our little Max is no longer walking the earth, our prayers are that his beautiful, loving spirit crosses over and meets our other animal companion spirits, joyfully celebrating in their love.  Perhaps if so, then we can communicate with him in that form.  It has been done for our Timmy…by Sue, and we are sure she can do so with Max.

For now, we are praying for a miracle, and trying not to think of the worst.

The power of prayer is magnificent my friends.  If you have it in your heart, please pray for our little Max tonight.

I truly have no words.

Our little Max…Maximus…Maxster Baxster…or “Maxey…Maxey” as Gracelyn would call in her sing-songy voice….our little adorable bundle of fluff…our crazy little brown and white Springer Spaniel did not come home today.

The chocolate labrador came home, but with no little fluffy, furry sidekick in tow.  We spent hours and hours…until dark settled…looking and calling for our dear little Max.

And he still did not come home.  It is below 20 degrees right now, with a crisp wind.  The moon is full and bright.  I was hoping it was there to light his way home.  But that hope is starting to die…bad choice of words. 

Greg and I are worried about the river.  It is higher today than it was last week.  It is far from our house, but they have started to roam.  But each time they’d come back…both of them. 

Please, if you will, say a little prayer for our Maximus…the one with the huge heart and constantly wagging tail (what little there was of it).  That if he is out there still, he has found a little warmth and will make his way back to us.  If he is no longer walking the good red road, then a prayer that he is with all the dog angels and spirits that have gone before him.

My heart is so heavy tonight.  Our hearts are heavy.  I leave you with this…something which I pass on to others who’ve lost an animal companion.

“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.”  WB Yeats

So I’m still trying to confirm this, but I heard on the radio yesterday that the National Weather Service is predicting for Wyoming a warm and dry winter.

Holy buckets Batman.

This is truly NOT good news.

I talked with someone in Steamboat Springs today.  It’s dire straits there as well.  The mountain opened today…with ONE run only.  One.  Uno.  1.  That’s not much.  At this late in the month of November.  Oh, and that one lonely run is all snow-blown snow…as in man-made.  Kind of like the stuff on the cover of the last Pottery Barn catalog, showcasing the lovely Christmas decorations at the entrance to the equally lovely large, white home.  If you looked closely enough you could see the utter and complete fakeness of the ever-so-carefully piled bits of white, fluffy stuff. 

So…if you go skiing in Steamboat, take along the Pottery Barn catalog and you’ll feel right at home.

See, once again, I bring it all together in one big circle.  But at least these thoughts are out of my head and down on the paper so to speak.  It feels so much better that way.

So, dear friends, say a little prayer, do a little rain dance (make that snow dance), get out the voo doo dolls (make that paper maiche mountains maybe) and invoke all sorts of blessings…we’re getting desperate here.  And NOT just for good skiing days…if we don’t get some moisture this winter, next summer and fall will be downright nightmarish.  Even worse than this last summer and fall.  And I’m just not sure my heart will survive that.

With that lovely little thought, I bid you adieu.

There you go. 

‘Nuff said.  I really despise shortened slang like that…so why do I do it?  I should have written ‘enough said.’  There, fixed it.   In attempting to teach the darling daughter how to read, I have become acutely aware of how ridiculous the American version of the English language has become.   Words do not sound how they should be pronounced.  Over time it seems they’ve become slurred just to make it easier or quicker to say.  Oh good lord I digress.

Back to the quote of the day.  That’s the new motto around here (well, at least it is for me).  I’ve made this mess.  Now I’ve got to deal with it.  No more whining, no more crying, no more pity parties.  Just get on with it.

Like I’ve said in other posts, in view of some of the things that have happened around our nation, world really, over the last year in the form of grand natural disasters and such, things that I think are monumental and deserving of some much needed rumination and remonstration are actually teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy little molehills.

Bad choice of words.  Molehills I’ve got.  By the hundreds in both front and back yards.  Molehills makes me think of what I’m going to have to deal with next spring.  Molehills make me relive the futility of this last summer and fall.  Again, think Caddyshack, dynamite, golf course…gophers laughing maniacally.

So, perhaps I should pick a different word.  My worries and my obsessions are SMALL compared to what I could be dealing with.  The forests around our house did not burn.  The house did not burn down.  We did not lose all of our worldly possessions (though sometimes I do wonder if that could end up being a small blessing in disguise).  We have our health.   Our house has not flooded.  We have electricity.  The water got low in the well, but it didn’t go dry.  So, really, no need for worry here. 

So, I’m off to find those big girl panties and then I’m going to set about having a spectacularly awesome day.

Ciao!

Yup.  Got our very own “omnishambles” going on here.

In case you missed it, that’s the Oxford University Press British word of the year.  A humdinger of a word, wouldn’t you say?  And why is it the Brits have all the fun?  The American word of the year?  Gif.  G-i-f.  Really.  As in…graphics interchange format.  Whatever.  I’m going all British on this one (though that really pains me as the Irish blood runs thick in the family.  And the last thing an Irishman–woman in this case–wants is to consider herself a Brit.  But I digress.)

So…omnishambles is defined as “a situation that has been comprehensively mismanaged, characterized by a string of blunders and miscalculations.”

Ooooo-eee that’s harsh.  But let the chips fall where they may.  (Are you getting tired of the hackneyed phrases, cause I’m thinkin’ I should stop using others words and start writing like a big girl.)  Oh!!  That reminds me of the newest ‘quote of the day.’  Ah, but that would make such a great post.  I’ll sit on it a bit and share later.  If I can hold it that long. 

So back to that whole omnishambles of a miscalculated, blundering, comprehensively mismanaged mess of stuff we’ve got going on here.

Where to start?  I really don’t know.  All I do know is that it is the middle of November, I haven’t got the umpteen bazillion items I needed to sell on ebay even close to being listed and will then miss the holiday selling season not to mention the winter clothing season, the puppy is into the tween years and is not remotely close to being trained in any sense of the word, the holidays are fast approaching, the Thanksgiving tree made last year to be used nightly during the month whereby the family writes out gratitudes on cut-out construction paper leaves and applies them to the tree is still rolled up in the Christmas wreath box in the supposedly mouse-proof closet in the garage, there is no snow to speak of and thus the desired family photo for the upcoming Christmas cards yet to be designed and purchased has not actually been taken (due to lack of snow and no pending white stuff in the forecast), and I believe this just might qualify as one of the world’s longest run-on sentences so I better stop and take a breath and restart the train of thought.  However, that’s not the way this old mind works and once the train is derailed (due to stoppage) there’s just no getting it back on track.

And that my dear friends is precisely it in a nutshell.  The reason for the omnishambles that is the present state of being around here.  The train got derailed along about June (sorry mom, but June 13 will be a day that lives in infamy) and just hasn’t been able to be rerailed.  And not that that one single day did it…well, that’s when the derailing occured, but there were a series of events that unfolded–wasn’t that a childrens book series, something like Series of Misfortunate Circumstances?–that resulted in our present day disarray.  I honestly don’t know if I’m coming or going.  In fact, I’ve taken to not unpacking the bag used for toiletries and such..rather it just sits on the bathroom corner cabinet, waiting to be taken on the next trip.  The princess and I went on a short excursion to Laramie today for the Mother and Daughter Sugar Plum Tea (and the Kingdom of Sweets–and they were NOT kidding about that–pure mom’s nightmare as to the insane level of sugar consumed by every girl there in just under 45 minutes…moms’ eyes were bugging out just imagining what the rest of the afternoon was going to look like).   But as usual I digress.  The point I wanted to make was that this was on the heels of returning late last night from the latest veterinary sojourn to Casper, in which roughly 27 bags were taken for 3 days and 2 nights.  The princess daughter remarked once we were in the car that mommy had only taken 1 bag with us to Laramie.  Was that OK?  Did I have everything we needed in that bag? 

Which then started me thinking, as most things are wont to do, that perhaps something is remiss with this picture.  Our life has become a series of packing, then unpacking, then repacking, then unpacking once more, and so on, and so on, and so on.   And she tells five friends, and they tell five friends, and…oh for pity’s sake.  Does anyone else (that was born way before the oldie 80’s) remember that commercial about some hair care product????  Again, I digress.

Back to the packing and unpacking, which is interspersed with some laundry, some floor sweeping, some dish cleaning, occasional plant-watering, etc.  Somewere along the line I have comprehensively mismanaged this situation, replete with blunders and miscalculations.  (Hence, the omnishambles.)

Trying to be mom, homeschooling mom at that, veterinarian, physical therapist and general Betty Homemaker is just not working out so well.  I know, to all on the outside looking in this might seem like a no-brainer.  And you might, at this point, be saying to yourself…”really?  Really Debby?  Really.”  And then sighing and shaking your head in disbelief at my utter lack of common sense at what is and is not practically possible.  Ahhhhhhh…that brings to mind a dear role model of mine.  The inestimable, unflappable, eternally cheerful, practically perfect in every way Mary Poppins. 

OMG we’re back to the Brits.  (Sometimes I just don’t know how I do it…end up where I started in a gigantic, weaving, wobbly circle.)

I think it’s time to visit ebay.  I know I always feel better when I can mark things off the lists I carry around.   

So until the next time, I’ll leave you with this:

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

…and they roared their terrible roar.

Just an image that has stuck with me all day as I’ve heard comments and read commentary on what is coming from the Dark Side of the Force.  (For those of you not caught up with my last few posts, that would be the Republican side of the force.  It is strong, BUT NOT STRONG ENOUGH!!!!!!  Yeah us!!)

Still giddy from last night’s events.  Sitting in the car outside Starbucks using up battery power to read the latest before heading to the clinic I just had that image in my head and wanted to share it with you.  🙂

I heard today that what happened yesterday has been referred to as The New America.  This country, she is a-changin’.  And I am so excited to be part of it.  As I’ve mentioned, last night seemed bigger than 2008 and I thought that was the absolute best it could get.  But last night we showed the Dark Side that we will not go quietly into the night. 

And that is just truly dagnabbit awesome!!

(Hats off to those who can find the movie/book quotes above!!)

The air is sweeter tonight.  The sky is brighter.  The horizon is clearer.  We are embarking on a wonderful journey and I, for one, am beyond thrilled to be a part of it. 

FORWARD!!

Update: 

One other little ear worm:

“Oh what a night….early November and I knew his name…life was never going to be the same…what a Pres…oh what a night!!!”

 So many thoughts this morning.  And so much wonderful news out there.  Unfortunately I think this post will be a bit rambling as I try to string together the jumbled things in my very tired, albeit still high brain (and that’s a true Rocky Mountain High…not anything to do with Colorado’s new look on life!!).

Sure, let’s start with that…who knew????  I mean, we all know Boulder has it’s own way of looking at life (which, to me, is totally cool), but to be the first state to legalize marijuana???  Who knew?  From everything I have been reading (and yes, my news source is the internet as I live pretty isolated here), this is a big damn deal.  And may just be the beginning of the beginning as it pertains to the war on drugs.  Now, to be sure, I’m far from an expert on this subject, and I definitely don’t have a dog in this fight.  I just find it fascinating.

And then there’s Elizabeth Warren!!!!!!  This is truly spectacular news.  And Teddy Kennedy has got to be smiling wherever he’s hanging out at the moment.  This bodes well for us–women (major girl power here), the 47%, the progressive movement, the nation.  This was a BIG, damn deal.

Just read a post at The American Prospect  (www.prospect.org/article/grand-progessive-victory) entitled The Grand Progressive Victory and this is what I was trying to articulate at 3 am this morning.  President Obama’s formidable victory was also so much more than him just being reelected.  It signifies something bigger…and the article sums it up perfectly.  I won’t try to recap, but suggest, if you are so inclined, you check it out.

Then…and this was really interesting to read…I read an article at www.mediamatters.org (“What the NRA’s ‘All In’ failure means for the media regarding the grand ol’ NRA.”.)  Seems they spent an AWFUL lot of money trying to ensure President Obama was not reelected.  And that means they LOST an AWFUL lot of money trying to push their fear-based agenda.  Given where I reside, I can tell you I am SICK TO DEATH (sorry, should I not use capital letters?…I’m trying to give you the impression that there are some things I feel very strongly about) of hearing that President Obama is “going to take away all of our guns.”  Lord love a duck.  Really?  Really.  Am pretty sure not a single thing has been proposed that would even resemble that.  Not one single thing.  But the NRA popped in with its gazillions of bucks and tried to use that same scare tactic once again.  And one of the most refreshing things of the night–IT DIDN’T WORK!!!  So take that NRA.  We’re not listening.  (We being the 47%…which actually translated into a bit greater than 50% if the numbers keep on ticking up…as in the percentage of the popular vote that President O commanded!)  We’re smarter than that.  We know that guns DO kill people.  Oh geez, I digress.

And marriage equality!  I don’t have any great posts to direct you to, but holy Toledo (and MAJOR hats off to Toledo by the way…way to go OHIO, but I digress again)…marriage equality amendments in Maine and Maryland?  Defeat in Minnesota?  And there was another one, but it’s escaping me at the moment (fuzzy, tired brain… lo siento).  All in all, an absolutely wonderful night for gay rights.  Absolutely awesome.  It just shouldn’t matter who you love.  Just like it shouldn’t matter what color your skin is…or what half of the species your chromosomes represent.  It is about damn time this country starts to recognize that ALL humans are created equal.  And President Obama had a FANTASTIC line about this last night (little g and I were cheering and I was crying and there was a lot of warm, fuzzy feelings going around), but unfortunately I cannot remember it right now.  I would send you to a transcript of his speech if you missed it–truly electrifying (www.politicususa.com/obamas-2012-presidential-acceptance-speech.html).  (If that doesn’t work, just try www.politicususa.com .)

For GREAT election facts and numbers, check out this latest post at www.dailykos.com, entitled “Election Thoughts.”  They put together some interesting facts regarding President Obama’s win…the most lovely of which was the one that compared him to FDR as far as being the only incumbent President to win re-election with 50% of the popular vote.  Now that is irony, schadenfreude–just absolutely delish. 

In fact…all of it is just delish.  All of it.

Oh yes…not to be snarky, but I simply can NOT help myself.  The Republicans/right-wingers/Teabaggers have been outright nasty for the last four years and so to watch Karl Rove self-implode on Fox News last night….

Cost of Obama apparel for ‘little g’ and me     $50

Cost of triple shot espresso mochas to get me through this election     $100

Cost of watching Karl Rove self-implode over Ohio being called for President O     PRICELESS…absolutely damn PRICELESS

I think that’s enough for now.  There is SOOOOOO much more to report.  I’m still giddy (more than likely due to the after-effects of all that espresso still coursing through my veins) and life is just too damn good today. 

Onward…FORWARD!!

YES WE CAN!!!  and YES WE DID!!!!!

President O is the man!!!  And now we’ve got him for 4  more years.  Nothing, NOTHING, is better than this!  (Even the ultimate triple shot, 1/2 caffe, dark chocolate mocha with whip.)

So much more to say, but “little g” and I are anxiously awaiting to hear from the man himself.  Will write more later.

Thought you might like to see little g and I in our Obama apparel, hanging out in front of the computer (our link to the world tonight).

And, I will leave you with this:

“Rosa Parks sat so that Martin Luther King, Jr. could walk.

Martin Luther King Jr. walked so that Barack Obama could run.

Barack Obama ran so that our children can fly!!”  

(I heard this the night Barack Obama won 4 years ago and it still makes me cry.)

UPDATE:  Can’t sleep now…too high on life!  (Course, it could be the six shots of espresso in the last six hours…even if they were 1/2 caffe.  I really need to do something about my addiction, eh?)

So…do you think this means I can put the Obama stickers back on my car?  Or do you think I should wait a bit…you know, not to rub anyone’s face in it or anything, give them time to grieve and get mature and all good-loser like?  What?  You don’t think that is going to happen?  Probably not.  Probably just get worse as far as the nasty things that will be said about our STUPENDOUS, SUPERB, INCREDIBLE Commander-in-Chief and his trusty sidekick Joe.  (We love us some Joe Biden around here.  He is one cool cat!)

Yeah, I’ll wait on the whole sticker thing.  But as far as letting Gracelyn go on the whole “talking politics thing”…you betcha!!!  She is pumped up.  In fact, before she finally closed her eyes (yes, it was midnight, because yes, I let her watch President O’s victory speech), she had her entire acceptance speech planned for when she is elected President of the United States.  Not kidding!!  That child is priceless. 

So yes I am a bad mommy because I let my 5 1/2 year old daughter (holy bananas, she’s almost 6!!!!!) stay up til midnight.  But let me tell you why.  There are not a lot of memories from my childhood (for whatever reason…I don’t feel like self-psycho-analyzing tonight, so we’ll just leave it there)…but one stands out in striking clarity.  It is 1969.  I am barely 2 years old.  The adults in the room (parents) are watching the old black and white television (new at that time) in the family room in the house on West 6th Street in Greeley.  They are going crazy because Neil Armstrong stepped onto the surface of the moon.  I see the fuzzy picture…the black and white.  I hear his muffled voice, not the words, but I know it is a big deal.  A really big deal. 

On the night of President Obama’s election in 2008, Gracelyn woke up just before he was about to speak in Grant Park.  I did not want to miss it and I thought that perhaps she would take that memory with her as I did mine from so long ago.  I held her on my lap and spoke to her of the awesome significance of the moment.  I told her what his election that night meant for this country, for her, and for all the children who would grow up with him as their President.  I saved everything I could for her and kept a journal of what was said that night, because I believed it was such a pivotal moment for our nation, for the world. 

Tonight seemed even bigger than that night four years ago, if that is at all possible.  Tonight was a victory against the non-believers, the obstructionists, the ones who would tear a man down because he doesn’t look like them.  Yes, I do believe we are not past the racism that divided this country so long ago and continues to do so today.   Do you know what Gracelyn said to me, as we watched President Obama speak?  She turned to me and whispered “If Mitt Romney were black, he would understand.”  ???????  Good grief, she’s only 5 (albeit almost 6).  Yet she gets it.  The very sad thing is that until a few weeks ago, she had no idea that the color of someone’s skin is enough for another to hate them.  We are studying American History now for our Social Studies lessons and have begun discussing the past presidents and what they were best known for.  In teaching her about Abraham Lincoln, I had to teach her about slavery.  And what that meant.  And how that changed our nation.  And how, unfortunately, it is an issue today.  Initially, she could not grasp the concept that people look different.  Because in her world, people just are.  She, and all of our children today, are growing up in a colorful world, thinking that this is just the way it is.  And why should there be anything wrong with that? 

Holy tamales I digress. 

Let me get back to where I wanted to be, if I can remember where that was.  Ah yes, why I felt it was necessary to let my young daughter pull, for her, an all-nighter.  Because this is a pivotal moment.  This is history.  Something wonderful happened tonight, today…this election.  Suddenly all those who have ridiculed and maligned the character of the President were silenced…by us, the little people.  The 47%.  And that, my dear friends, is a big, damn deal.  (Going with the whole “we love us some Joe” meme…you can insert his favorite word there instead of ‘damn’ and get the flavor of what I’m trying to say.)  I wanted Gracelyn to remember this night…to remember this election as undeniably important for the survival of this nation.  We face grave challenges as we walk forward.  But as President Obama pointed out so eloquently tonight, we are all in this together.  Together.  And that is what makes this nation so incredible.  Now it is up to each and every one of us to put our differences aside, let go of past squabbles and go confidently into the future, assured that our best days are ahead of us.

A most treasured quote, from a most treasured man, who if he had lived, would be rejoicing tonight as well:

“The work goes on.  The cause endures.  The hope still lives.  And the dream shall never die.”  Edward M. Kennedy

Vaya con dios mi amigas/amigos.

Sorry…was that a bit harsh for a quiet Sunday morning?  Did I disrupt your serenity and calm?  Were you enjoying your EXTRA hour of sleep…as it’s been touted since the beginning of this absurd experiment.  Because I certainly wasn’t.  Haven’t been.  Didn’t get it (that promised extra hour of snooze)…and am slightly cranky.  Ever so slightly.  The husband looked at me and said “why are you guys up  now?”  Yes, I snarled to myself (yes, I do occasionally snarl in the morning if it is pre-triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mocha with whip), why ARE we up at this ungodly hour?  As in 6:45 a.m.  A.M.!  6:45 in the morning!  A full hour and a half before the darling daughter and I usually tumble ever so rested out of our beds.  She, and I have no earthly idea why, does not snarl in the morning.  Despite having two parents who do, this child wakes up happy and chirpy and chattering at 500 words per minute.  Unfortunately for me, it was at 6:45 a.m. this morning.  Do you know how difficult it is to be happy and chirpy and chattery back???????

Why do we fall for this…each and every time?

Simply put…there are NO extra hours, or minutes, or even seconds for that matter in the day.  There never have been.  There are not today.  And there will never be. World without end, amen.  (H/T my Catholic upbringing.)

In fact…in fact…the earth is spinning faster today thanks to that little earthquake last year that triggered that little wave called a tsunami over there in the Japanese islands.  And because of the faster spin…we have lost 22 seconds each day.  LOST 22 seconds each day.  Do you know what can be done in 22 seconds??????????  A lot.  You can wash 7 dishes and have them drying in the rack.  You can load the espresso machine with a triple shot and put the milk in the microwave to “steam.”  You can fold 10 articles of clothing.  You can fill the dogs’ food dishes and get them to come and sit quietly and put them down and STILL have them scarf it down with a couple of seconds to spare. 

I want my 22 seconds back.

And then I want this farce of Daylight Savings Time to end.  Period.  I have never understood it.  I have never thought it was a grand idea.  I cannot fathom why we continue to try to mold and shape and form NATURE to our liking.  We are human.  Mother Nature is Mother Nature.  This is like comparing an earthworm to an elephant.  (And do I need to give you a clue as to which one is the earthworm?)  NOT equal.  Never has been.  Is not now.  Never will be, world without end, amen.  (Sorry, couldn’t help myself…it just seemed to fit.) 

We have inside us this innate sense of time.  We are supposed to be active during the daylight and quiescent during the nightlight (seemed poetic).  We are, as a species, not nocturnal.  (I know….this is obviously something I need to convince my body clock of.  But that is fodder for another post altogether and I’m not in the mood right now to address it.)

Back to my thought.  We are programmed with a biological clock that works with the seasons, with the sun.  We have gotten away from this in our attempt to manage all that is this world.  Now we think we can manage Mother Nature and in some way change this innate part of our being.  Just to have one extra hour to do what?   Cram more computer time into the day?  Clean more?  Do more laundry?  Play more video games?  Make more money?  Blog more??????  (Yes, I’m as guilty as the next.)  Oh yes, from the dark recesses of my mind I remember something along the lines of it was supposed to help conserve electricity…or some nonsense like that.  Really???  Really?  Really.  Maybe then, but most probably not.  Didn’t conserve then.  Isn’t conserving now.  Won’t ever conserve…world without end, amen.  (Last time, I promise.  Cause after three, it’s just not funny anymore.)

I’m off to make another triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mocha with whip, as the first one hasn’t cleared the fuzz from the brain.

And perhaps, just perhaps, I should consider a move to Arizona or I think I heard Hawaii as to the states that don’t take part in this ridiculousness called Daylight Savings Time.  Seriously.  No wonder we never know what is up or down or coming or going.  We’re not living the way we’re supposed to be living.  We need to get back to nature and our role in it.  Perhaps the OBVIOUS climate changes that are throwing themselves at us to get our attention may ultimately result in us changing our ways.  Perhaps.

And on that note, I bid you a fine Sunday.  Mine will be as soon as I use 22 seconds to fire up the espresso machine.