Tag: Sasha

Asleep At The Wheel

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Sunrise through Resa’s Tree

Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower

Spunk asleep at the wheel.

Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.

I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.

Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.

Spunk gloving

Sunset

Cheetah in the clouds

Holy Pholage

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Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.

Sunday’s Sunrise

Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”

Lonesome Sunflower

Glenda

Sunset

Social Disease

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Lyrics by Burnie Taupin. Music by Elton John. Vocals by Timothy Price

Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.

Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”

Breast Cancer Rose

Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”

Line of cats

Thunderstorm

Guess The Food

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White lilies

Can you guess what’s in the iron skillet?

Box hugger Sasha keeping me from taking out the boxes I broke down.

Can you guess what’s on the plates?

Sasha: “If you wanted to see more clearly, you could have used the binoculars!”

Spider lily

Spunk: “Who are you calling a ‘Tart?’ Paparazzo Moroncy. Keep your cherries to yourself!”

We Bought And Killed A Stairway To Heaven

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A pot full of name tags from all our roses that have died over the years, mainly due to late hard frosts.

Spunk meditating on a landing from a stairway to Heaven.

Gwendolyn: “What are you talking about, stupid Paparazzo? I just climbed a stairway to Heaven to get here! 🤬!” Sasha: “And I just climbed a stairway to purgatory to get here. 🤪!”

I wonder how many other people have bought and killed a Stairway To Heaven? It’s a gripping, dripping question.

Gwendolyn: “I think I see a stairway to Heaven through the microwave glass!”

Silly Silver and Spunk: “No comment!”

Sasha meditating on a question about electrolytes and hydration needed to climb a stairway to Heaven.

Dog Day and Cat Thing

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Turn up the volume so you can listen to Freyja’s splashes

We took a long walk in the bosque this morning, and Freyja got to splash around in the Rio Grande, as you can see in the above video.

Glenda: “Whatcha makin’, Paparazzo?”

What might this pile of wood turn into?

Hmmm! It looks like a waterwheel. But what would we or the cats need a waterwheel for?

Oh! It looks like Marble is hiding something.

Marble: “It’s a Kittywheel! You stupid Paparazzo. You didn’t even know what you put together!

The Kittywheel on the deck with the cat tree.

Sasha thinks it’s quite comfy, but she hasn’t figured out that she’s supposed to walk on the Kittywheel.

Sunset