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Just so you know, when you’re flipping through a bird book and the heading Bushtit is at the top of the page, you may not read it as Bushtit and may need to go back to that page to see what the heck kind of bird that was. (Does it eat cowpies?)

Why one should always carry one's camera and know how to use it

Woe is me and here is why:

This morning I woke up and the sky was perfect. It was barely dawn, it looked like a painting. The colors were subdued and beautiful and there was, glowing low in the sky, a crescent moon, with just enough earth shine to see the rest of the sphere. I took no pictures because I would have to dig out a tripod, see if it fits my camera, and I don't know how to shoot in that kind of light. And I'd be late to work.

Then, I turned the corner coming to work and WOE, for the courthouse is shrouded in mist-ery. The falls are nice and high and active and in this temperature and mist is rising, rising, high high high. Like smoke, but prettier you know. I often see the courthouse in nice light when I come to work, but oh! how today beat all.

Woe. Woe to me.

Along came the worst movie

This morning on the radio, the impossible trivia was something like, "According to a recent survey, what was the worst movie of the last five years?" I disagree with the answer (which, in order to prompt you to talk to me, you'll just have to ask for), but my answer is definately Along Came Polly. That is the worst one I saw. Ever. Okay, not ever. Second worst ever.

Things that should never ever ever ever ever come back.

You won't even believe what I saw for sale the other day while I was out shopping. Are you ready for this? I don't think you are.... Brace yourself... STIRRUP PANTS. Oh my word. I let out an involuntary gasp and very nearly fell over. My friend Sarah was there and can attest to this.
STIRRUP PANTS. I really have nothing more to say on the subject.