Saturday, January 8, 2011


OK, so I don't know about the little cat feet. . .

As you can see from these pictures: "It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches".
However, "then it moves on" only happens in the poem.

Tired of the winter valley fog? Head up the hill. In the California central valley, winters are characterized by days of cold, clammy fog. On the other hand, my sister lives in Fiddletown, situated in the foothills at about 2000 feet and usually looks down on the fog.

I have marked in this sea of fog exactly where I live!

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), better known as the "winter blues" is easily treated with a generous dose of sunshine!!! I hung out with my sis and found the sunshine delicious and medicine for my soul!


Cowgirl said...

Well, it may bring on 'SAD' but those pictures are just gorgeous and I do think I can see the 'can' through the fog!

Time to up the meds...try swigging them down with a beer. It might enhance the feeling of floating up, up and away, which, I understand, you will be doing soon.

Hasta luego.

ThE MidLiFe CrUiSeR said...

Ok, after reading your comment on my blog today, I had to become one of your "followers". Now, if you start passing out red Kool Aid, I'm leaving.

And just so you know, I'm not going to wear clean underwear anymore. What's the point...if I'm gonna get in an accident and have to go to the hospital, the least they can do is admire and appreciate clean panties. So thanks for bursting my bubble about the underwear talk in the hospital.

Now, come on by and "follow" my blog. That way, we don't lose each other's blogs! With stinky underwear, I'm gonna need all the friends I can get :) :) :)