Oh no! They went and mentioned me in the print version of the Ken-Caryl Yourhub.com! Now all my neighbors are going to know that I've been talking about them behind their backs! Guess I'd better hurry and edit out all those nasty things I said about them...
Worse yet, they'll be coming here to expecting to read a wealth of my wondorous words of wisdom! Such pressure! I can't take the pressure! Where's my anxiety medication?!
Hmmm, they even called my blog interesting. More pressure! Sheesh, if I'd a known they was going to do that, I would have written better. Or at least use spell check...
They also say I write about life in the neighborhood of Deer Creek Canyon. Well true, but it's such a sleepy little neighborhood I've already written about all that can be said about it at the moment. One thing I can do, maybe, is provide a picture or two of the neighborhood. Let's see if I can get this to work...
mmm, nope. I can't seem to get it to do anything. Maybe it doesn't like my Opera browser or something. I dunno. Oh well, most of you have probably driven up Deer Creek Canyon before anyhow... But I do hope to get the problem figured out so I can put up before and after pictures of the house since I put in the new electrical drop, new siding, and new roof on the place. But I got some painting and stuff to do first, then I have to take and develop the pictures. I wonder, does anyone besides me still shoot film?
Ah, spring plans. The aforementioned painting, maybe plant a few more trees - there's a northern-hardy kiwi that's supposed to be good down to zone 5 - maybe finally get out and do some rock-hunting again. Haven't gone rock-hunting in several years...
The problem with going rock hunting is that I'd prefer not to go alone, but if I try to drag my brother Colin along we end up spending the day looking for places to fish, and if I take my best friend Natalie along, we have a nice picnic and do some hiking, but no rock hunting. Not bad either way, but either way I still don't get to hunt rocks!
Okay, some of you are probably wondering why I want to hunt rocks anyway, what do I do with them, how do I stalk them, and just what the heck do I shoot them with. And do I need a hunting license?
Well, I'm just going to leave that up to your imagination for the moment. It's time to go home, and I can swear I hear some lonely kitties crying - hang in there, babies! Daddy's on the way home!