Spunk is rather proud of himself and his Spunku about barking spiders. One thing that’s different about a Spunku is that it rhymes.
Oh my what delight
Spiders barking in the night
Holding sheets down tight
Jumping Spider
Wild clouds at sunrise
Søren: “Hahahaha! A barking spider? Right! It needs ‘more cowbell’ stupid cat!”
Owl
Sunset
Dawn’s colors were fleeting this morning.
The MLPs, Shocking Blue and Pink Venus, that Santa gave Laurie and me for Christmas started kicking the cats. I asked what’s up with that, and they said: “Kick The Cat” was a popular kids’ game. I told them the game was called “Kick The Can” and it was like “Hide and Seek”, “Capture the Flag” and “Tag” in one game and did not involve kicking cats. Shocking Blue said: “Oh! I heard ‘kick the cat!’ My bad!” I think they are mean and ornery MLPs. We had Shetland Ponies when I was growing up. One was named Frisky. She was a mean little pony. Frisky would buck us off and play “Kick The Kid”.
Shocking Blue and Pink Venus played “Kick The Cat” on Spunk, Marble, Sasha, and Silver. As it turned out, Silver, who bullies the other kitties, has taken a liking to the MLPs and got Shocking Blue and Pink Venus to settle down and snuggle with him. Maybe the MLPs with help silver stop bullying the other kitties.
The clouds were threatening rain at sunset.
Check Duolingo
Crap! In the demotion zone
Will I make it out?
At 33 minutes left on the clock, I found myself in the penultimate position in the Demotion Zone needing 140 XP to keep from being demoted. I was not the only one in the demotion zone trying to get out, so the number of XP needed to extricate myself increased as I worked through stories trying to amass points. In the end, I did make it out of the demotion zone with only 30 seconds to spare, but I had to get 252 XP to do it.
Clouds were blowing by quickly at dawn. We had some of the wildest clouds I have witnessed after sunset tonight.
All eyes on Loki: Gwendolyn, Loki, Sasha, Glenda.
Loki
Jake? What are you doing in a cat post? “Saying Merry Dogmas to everyone!”
The painter started off well at dawn, but then it rained a washed her colors away by sunrise.
Hubble? Where did you come from? “Lane’s phone stupid Paparazzo!”
Spunk, Sasha, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha again.
Selfie in Glenda’s eye.
Marble, Glenda, Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn, Marble
Spunk in the background
Silver
Glenda and Spunk
Color tonight
Sunset
On her blue gessoed canvas
She brushes swaths of red
Splashes on the yellow
Orange from the mix
A lavender wash hosts
White stripes of clouds from trails
Her colors silhouetting trees
Geese and cranes flying free
Got that Flamingo Feeling!
The landings
The second to the last of the full moons rising on the day before yesterday’s Frost Moon.
The last full moon of 2021 rising over the Sandias. The December full moon has many names, one of which is the Frost Moon.
Venus in the cottonwood at Village Pizza. Saturn and Jupiter are to the right.
Paint hard at work at dawn
Get your minds out of the gutter. I’m talking about the clouds and the gate I installed today.
The painter was up at dawn working at a furious pace on the well-hung morning clouds and kept it up until after I got to work.
I installed the gate today that I ordered back in August that finally came in last week. The middle photo shows the sprung latch that I had custom-made by an artesian in Canada because I could not find any of the sprung latches in the US of A. They use to be common on garden gates, but there were none to be found. They were probably outlawed for some stupid reason, so we might have a fugitive latch. The gate is well hung if I might say so.
The painter was in a lavender mood tonight as gnarly clouds rolled in at sunset and were well hung hanging over gnarly trees.
With the clouds in the above photo 15 minutes before sunset, I was expecting a very colorful sunset. But the painter fooled me and only gave us a pallet of gray.
At least the orchid came through with some color.
Cracked-up clouds covered the moon at dusk.
