Redwing Blackbirds
Willa-Cat-Her pussyfootin’ across our property.
Wile E. Coyote left Wile Etta Coyote behind.
What is Osric Owl looking at?
A pesky Cooper’s Hawk chattering at him like a monkey.
Nora Owl peers out from her nest.
Osric Owl keeping an eye out and hooting a status report.
Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5. Music by Timothy Price
After posting Legion last week, I decided to make a song out of Mark 5:1-18, which is the story of a man possessed by many demons who confronts Jesus. Jesus asks the man his name, and he answers, “My name is Legion, for we are many!” Legion asked Jesus not to send them out of the area or “into the abyss.” (Luke 8:31). Jesus allowed the demons to go to a herd of pigs. The herd runs into the lake and drowns. The people ask Jesus to leave. The man wants to go with Jesus, but Jesus does not let him.
1) Threatening Rain. 2) Rain. 3) Clear.
We got .31 inches of rain today. No Fooling!
Mark 5
Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5:1-18
Music by Timothy Price
[Chorus]
My name is Legion
For we are many
My name is Legion
For we are many
My name is Legion
For we are many
Please don’t send us into the Abyss
[Verse 1]
He was crazed, he was naked, and he lived among the dead
No chains could bind him, and he broke them like they were his bread
When he saw Jesus, he down fell to his knees
“Oh, Son of the Most High God! Please don’t torture me!”
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
On a hillside nearby where pigs were in ecesis
“Send us into the pigs!” The demons asked and begged of Jesus
He gave them permission, and the man he was unbound
Two thousand pigs rushed to the lake, where they were drowned.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
When the people came to Jesus, they did not expect to find
The man sitting there, fully dressed and in his right mind
What happened to the man and pigs gave them much to fear
They plead with Jesus, “Man! Please, go and get out of here!”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Jesus stepped in the boat, the man begged to go with him
Jesus did not let him, “Go home and tell how much the Lord has done for you”
So the man went away and told in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him.
All the people were amazed.
[Outro]
Guitar solo
Sandias and Rio Grande at noon
Glenda
Marble the camo kitting dirtbagging. Click on her photos to enlarge.
Sasha enjoying a pleasant afternoon
Moon at dawn
Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.
Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.
Sasha can be clean and cute.
Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.
“Ah! Hmm! Papa Ratzo! Are you like dense or something? Can’t YOU see the CHEEZ is COVERED?”
Loki: “It looks like a wee bit of Cheez. It stinks like an Old wee bit of Cheez. It’s dry like an Old wee bit of Cheez…”
Loki: “I think the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo duped us with a piddling amount of cheez! I’m outta here!”
Silver: “Wait! Loki! You’re leaving me to deal with the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo and a piddling amount of dry, stinky Cheez?”
Cats: “Are you ILL il Papa Ratzo? Did you not learn anything from the CHEEZ incident earlier?”
Paparazzo: “I just topped off the jug and blessed it! What else do you want me to do?”
Cats: “You need to ask? You are more clueless than we thought!”
Demons in the clouds
Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.
Can you find Nora Owl?
Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?
Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!
Kiss me, you fool!
Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!
We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.
Sunset
Wind blew the color away at dawn
What’s a matter you, Paparazzo? Where’s the stinking cheeeezzzz, already?
Silver: “So, Loki? Do you think the stupid Paparazzo put the cheez in this thing?” Loki: “I don’t see no stinking Cheez dish or smell no stinking Cheez! But I suppose there could be Cheez in that there thingamagig. But I’m tellin’ you Sliver, Cheez or no Cheez, I smell a stinking rat of a Paparazzo!”
Silver: “So that is what I was smelling? Un RATTO puzzolente di paparazzo!! He’s probably hiding the Cheez for himself”
Mable: “Hey, puzzolente ratto di paparazzo! How do I open this thing and get to the Cheez?”
Sasha: “Who cares about stinky old Cheez when you can be on the cutting edge?”
A colorful sunset defied the wind.
Resa’s Tree in the background. Dale’s Peach Tree blooming in the middle. Charlotte’s Plum Tree blooming on the right.
Friday mornings are the same as any morning with coffee brewing, my morning concoction dissolving in a glass of water on the counter, waiting for the vinegar. And, of course, the cats were wanting me to top off their jug.
Loki: “I can’t look! Silver has his tongue stuck again!
Silver: “I do not have my tongue stuck!”
Silver: “Are you praying mean prayers about me, Loki?” Loki: “No! Only you pray mean prayers. I just can’t stand watching you get your tongue stuck. That’s all.”
Silver: “Don’t look at me like that, Glenda! You and Loki are always conspiring against me.”
“Uh! Paparazzo! Are you going to top off the jug or just stand looking like a stupid, long-haired redneck?”
Gwendolyn: “Pssst! Loki? I think Glenda has been brown-nosing il Poparazzo!. Glenda: “I can hear you, Gwendolyn!”
Off Center & Not Even 