tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88273042024-03-28T11:06:28.288-04:00mean mamasit up straight. you'll never meet the buddha with such rounded shoulders.Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.comBlogger2573125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-52850157999442219392024-03-28T11:05:00.000-04:002024-03-28T11:05:57.048-04:00I have walked out in rain—and back in rain<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Related: I have been one acquainted with the ice. A surprise (TO ME) ice storm brought down a spectacular number of large branches into our yard, many of which fell upon and adjacent to the Honda of Nine Lives. It made for exciting photo opportunities but didn't cause any real damage. And our friend Geo came over immediately with his chainsaw and safety gear, so now our yard is full of logs that we'll eventually have to deal with. Pine and willow, pine and willow everywhere.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The ice was beautiful for days, sparkling in the trees and glittering down in shattered, shining pieces. Clover did. Not. Like it. There was crackling and popping like the whole world was full of strange brittle wind chimes. Now we've moved into the soggy phase. The birds are huge fans of the impromptu hiding spots around the yard, little bird fortresses of branch and pine needle, and even though the feeders are almost empty, they're thronged with the little brown ones.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I haven't collected much for you lately, but here are a few artifacts to tide you over:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLu1MbshppXKd3GFIKVooB7qebgIuhN0cnrJ8HmyMhspyOclEcwm1FoZAz4A4KE_7YePY4E40uzFlpuCZeZwiy7_qRid93aUZTXQnxIQF0Ro1FKQAMHp6ZNtWLDDMYH-kudfg-gBnbfAcc8izpcQ2wsIt5EPR1Xm-62XIg7tA41WFJrMPuqqqL/s672/Batten:fatten.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="672" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLu1MbshppXKd3GFIKVooB7qebgIuhN0cnrJ8HmyMhspyOclEcwm1FoZAz4A4KE_7YePY4E40uzFlpuCZeZwiy7_qRid93aUZTXQnxIQF0Ro1FKQAMHp6ZNtWLDDMYH-kudfg-gBnbfAcc8izpcQ2wsIt5EPR1Xm-62XIg7tA41WFJrMPuqqqL/w640-h469/Batten:fatten.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Huh.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDj9l01TsrlbrQT86zTLGlNtlIQo8qYs4_59YE-u-JESvPpyIaySkzZUNmqMS7PuRBFirp4Ek2X2gu6fEIG1tM5kB6-nqZp0Zaag6-UCfjawluEUbFYL3jZCu3j8fW-OM0zQUCg8Gd586YJrq-hnqn3fEsVaVHfjfmrjyR6L1_k5KJ_nm5WZjp/s362/Hiccups.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="53" data-original-width="362" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDj9l01TsrlbrQT86zTLGlNtlIQo8qYs4_59YE-u-JESvPpyIaySkzZUNmqMS7PuRBFirp4Ek2X2gu6fEIG1tM5kB6-nqZp0Zaag6-UCfjawluEUbFYL3jZCu3j8fW-OM0zQUCg8Gd586YJrq-hnqn3fEsVaVHfjfmrjyR6L1_k5KJ_nm5WZjp/w640-h94/Hiccups.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">(Said in hiccup voice)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPtk65ciE4GIiPTY32rpDaDrgUxfUiYErUPfb-tqgQICfn5_IA53aOQJ5gYaSjHE8FbBfMxXQvvt_I6l1XwAcHcJb5dV6LbVxyKtudVMwA3YtDEx_98svqBKnp3ad743hJ1lamvJF1ktxgo9M2kbSLHbrT9diCiKRVyAV6jVcbAZbxzVUupLU/s689/Not%20on%20your%20tintype.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="689" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPtk65ciE4GIiPTY32rpDaDrgUxfUiYErUPfb-tqgQICfn5_IA53aOQJ5gYaSjHE8FbBfMxXQvvt_I6l1XwAcHcJb5dV6LbVxyKtudVMwA3YtDEx_98svqBKnp3ad743hJ1lamvJF1ktxgo9M2kbSLHbrT9diCiKRVyAV6jVcbAZbxzVUupLU/w640-h622/Not%20on%20your%20tintype.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">NOT ON YOUR TINTYPE, BUDDY.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-41365961129569261162024-03-22T10:44:00.000-04:002024-03-22T10:44:16.700-04:00(Insert bebop style scat singing here)<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">On the equinox, a cold day with heavy clouds that blew aside periodically so the sun could remind us it was still there, we listened to music outdoors, bundled into hats and coats. Mark even got his photo in the newspaper* (he's a small face among a cluster of small faces, and I am half a white hat to his left). I turned away from the music to photograph our long shadows on the dead, gold lawn behind us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">What else has been going on, according to my "notes," follows below:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Mark, on daylight saving time: "</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So it's 6:15 but we're pretending it's 7:15?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've been forgetting my dreams lately, but last night dreamt a menstrual products company called "Bulletproof Femininity."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">An elderly Hannaford employee to me, a shivering 56-year-old woman in the parking lot: "Since I met you I’ve turned my life around! You — your aura — you’ve got a million dollar smile!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A radiology tech to me on the phone: "Our breasts aren't twins — they're sisters."**</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen worker, after we placed our drive-through order: "I appreciate you."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">An unclaimed belt, abandoned in a bin at Logan Airport security. Why did this seem so poignant? </span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Lines I liked:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">“I like a little sand in my oyster.” — Joan Acocella</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"If there is anything I’d enjoy before I die, it’d be not having to see your fucking horrible bastard face wandering around my garden." — Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera, just before having her leg amputated</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Calm is a form of resistance." — John Berger</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">“It is a moral failure to miss the profound beauty of the world.” — Lauren Groff</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well." — 14th-century mystic Julian of Norwich</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Quel est ton tourment?"*** — Simone Weil</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*DM me for a link</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">**All is well in the mammary department</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">***"What are you going through?"</span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-66364834073060734032024-03-01T06:00:00.001-05:002024-03-01T06:00:00.249-05:00Rabbit rabbit<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0IxpdjOVNsgbZeyTLLMeael31qPzSv5EOxodZ7unimpDFunlDotD8DxInBHc5fZmOnhMNWOPC9ofhPgnVm0LCW7Q8SoUKAGnLf1SvgQ4zfkcv10EwTt6dxM5Gj46lrAuay4RRmDRWYvq7cf7sRIhTFOC1mXy0cSucDVqM3BlVxl8vRSiHIQQ/s4032/IMG_0747.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0IxpdjOVNsgbZeyTLLMeael31qPzSv5EOxodZ7unimpDFunlDotD8DxInBHc5fZmOnhMNWOPC9ofhPgnVm0LCW7Q8SoUKAGnLf1SvgQ4zfkcv10EwTt6dxM5Gj46lrAuay4RRmDRWYvq7cf7sRIhTFOC1mXy0cSucDVqM3BlVxl8vRSiHIQQ/w480-h640/IMG_0747.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-10255536894380024312024-02-01T06:00:00.001-05:002024-02-01T06:00:00.159-05:00Rabbit rabbit<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_6-lLozjG_xJiIsz4bb8ggN9Pne4LOw9bJxLTGBNQeOZWCLb4IJJQIK3g6xfGajgKYkcf0LkshTgAFunLbB5_FqHqi3t85lWZyu4n1Tl7OekGrtmLM0dKbylpW2XaCwWHJzhV2TiPf7IBMzOSQAZQRprmz8Z4qrHoQSwX15i-Mjld39AblQS/s4032/IMG_0485.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_6-lLozjG_xJiIsz4bb8ggN9Pne4LOw9bJxLTGBNQeOZWCLb4IJJQIK3g6xfGajgKYkcf0LkshTgAFunLbB5_FqHqi3t85lWZyu4n1Tl7OekGrtmLM0dKbylpW2XaCwWHJzhV2TiPf7IBMzOSQAZQRprmz8Z4qrHoQSwX15i-Mjld39AblQS/w480-h640/IMG_0485.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-91308843920723859642024-01-26T11:16:00.000-05:002024-01-26T11:16:47.625-05:00All things go<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've got to be honest, I have had recurring thoughts lately of shutting down this blorg. I'm not sure why, aside from a general feeling that the internets have become something I want to use only in a very methodical, efficient way and then turn my attention away from entirely. And if I come here and post a rabbit each month, methodically? Well, that's pretty boring, number one. I was going to say number two, I'm running out of locations for my monthly rabbit photo shoot, but that's ridiculous. THE WORLD IS MY RABBIT RABBIT OYSTER.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Maybe I'll start a newsletter? </i>is a thought I've had on and off for three or four years. I have actually signed up for and then deleted several different newslettering platforms over the years. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Maybe Google will eliminate Blogger </i>is a thought I've had on and off for at least 15 years. Also, <i>Why on earth hasn't Google eliminated Blogger, no one but me uses it anymore.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I realized today that I started this thing almost 19 years ago, and so I decided I should keep going at least until my big 20th anniversary, assuming Google doesn't pull the plug in the next 16 months. To wit:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>This month in animals:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">CROWS. Holly and I made a pledge to become old ladies who are friends with crows, and to that end I am continuing to foster my relationship with the crows in my yard and on my regular dog walking routes. Yesterday in the grocery store parking lot I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out peanuts, a penny (lucky: found on the ground), and a couple of rocks. <i>I am a 12-year-old pretending to have a bank account and a driver's license and two grown children.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">BEARS.</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwgwyohOzD6J9JRPJlw-bRpAgeeyCRpWn-Hn-ztqycRRzIfPBFo_4wEF9rMKhnTYitOuKGCAJl9mSHZLdSmBlBEzUq1aFlg0jtf6VrQLVAK5rtM3R1QAQq3HbTtmMJRm9LDCKOkSPGfpJZ_M3TXQ70s0JLePuXjUxL8y1sqYwBpl44k6KDhIn/s4032/IMG_0433.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwgwyohOzD6J9JRPJlw-bRpAgeeyCRpWn-Hn-ztqycRRzIfPBFo_4wEF9rMKhnTYitOuKGCAJl9mSHZLdSmBlBEzUq1aFlg0jtf6VrQLVAK5rtM3R1QAQq3HbTtmMJRm9LDCKOkSPGfpJZ_M3TXQ70s0JLePuXjUxL8y1sqYwBpl44k6KDhIn/w480-h640/IMG_0433.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">BEARS. Langlais Sculpture Preserve. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">CLOVER. Clover in boots, Clover in a jacket. Clover in Mark's arms, because we didn't put her boots on and her paws hurt from the salted sidewalks.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3nropzSP8erh0kczSVHVOnynkItSF-I1gRG2eASeAiR2PuV6yQd_nYCDG6rTStH61kv2-KF8BzPHWD_dCM38aLV_nMdHJ9FZ5r6NnVS7u2pMLp8pBx6tlMpYtBonevch2kv7ALs4c39aOI2uFU_1UKRHjX9W-WapOVMnQb2s30xIqfZGHUau/s630/Virginia%20Woolf%20and%20her%20dog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="630" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3nropzSP8erh0kczSVHVOnynkItSF-I1gRG2eASeAiR2PuV6yQd_nYCDG6rTStH61kv2-KF8BzPHWD_dCM38aLV_nMdHJ9FZ5r6NnVS7u2pMLp8pBx6tlMpYtBonevch2kv7ALs4c39aOI2uFU_1UKRHjX9W-WapOVMnQb2s30xIqfZGHUau/w640-h638/Virginia%20Woolf%20and%20her%20dog.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I'm Virginia, adoring and worrying over you (you're Pinka, her beloved spaniel).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-68446767649853991562024-01-01T06:00:00.001-05:002024-01-01T06:00:00.131-05:00Rabbit rabbit!<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_5WJnFzAFYYzm99uJMRR2NeWU5Fy1o-fJcQdjaG66R6iIP79h4Po-4jWq8P57eaoRaaqHi1f55VEmxkQZm6QNmzXqxbJFgeCAy-PafawT7Yz4hLCyBCyxhw3qQf_vfaIjHu3ZmaeqjyepPMfWt_Bjq9QKr4b5FOjxazLm22UBjknIghp-R1d/s4032/January.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_5WJnFzAFYYzm99uJMRR2NeWU5Fy1o-fJcQdjaG66R6iIP79h4Po-4jWq8P57eaoRaaqHi1f55VEmxkQZm6QNmzXqxbJFgeCAy-PafawT7Yz4hLCyBCyxhw3qQf_vfaIjHu3ZmaeqjyepPMfWt_Bjq9QKr4b5FOjxazLm22UBjknIghp-R1d/w480-h640/January.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">All the luck, all year long.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-6340008266576509872023-12-01T06:00:00.001-05:002023-12-01T06:00:00.147-05:00Rabbit rabbit<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKxlqw_sOlPmzVS-e5uKEIC593nBKn2VLlFC2eooN-AVho0K6o426Zfrsf8-VlUmpTOzgFnAhRWYzulpGmGD6x37eWDMsPseaObBfdibjE6FRnA7I0PuYG9L3wIcZkah7-Nd-lX5oG3-FdbJcQxvVNyv7VG97gQXutdMmQRszDdeXOjNcSVL9/s4032/IMG_9872.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKxlqw_sOlPmzVS-e5uKEIC593nBKn2VLlFC2eooN-AVho0K6o426Zfrsf8-VlUmpTOzgFnAhRWYzulpGmGD6x37eWDMsPseaObBfdibjE6FRnA7I0PuYG9L3wIcZkah7-Nd-lX5oG3-FdbJcQxvVNyv7VG97gQXutdMmQRszDdeXOjNcSVL9/w640-h480/IMG_9872.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-73410630040774742912023-11-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-11-01T06:00:00.135-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzB6Wtj3I1w81kXSAKrXz32BZ2HQxhNPj4R4mr7kaMR_vLFyedcsCbhAaCVgcbJsBwKascF3T4wt4HcrEdNGQ4wLhDQsZh14vLl4ZtGgI5mhmkd4MIgfgB6S2Y5cd6lVeJmYgu_cKY607Iph0uk1NeOXe7pYsrWpgpG9PWu-YNAfmVQMUYnMu/s3836/IMG-9634.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3836" data-original-width="2877" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzB6Wtj3I1w81kXSAKrXz32BZ2HQxhNPj4R4mr7kaMR_vLFyedcsCbhAaCVgcbJsBwKascF3T4wt4HcrEdNGQ4wLhDQsZh14vLl4ZtGgI5mhmkd4MIgfgB6S2Y5cd6lVeJmYgu_cKY607Iph0uk1NeOXe7pYsrWpgpG9PWu-YNAfmVQMUYnMu/w480-h640/IMG-9634.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-67610412957221174552023-10-18T11:04:00.001-04:002023-10-18T11:04:20.640-04:00The roly-poly pudding<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Why have I never heard about <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pushinka" target="_blank">Pushinka</a>, the adorable offspring of Soviet space dog Strelka? She was a gift to JFK from Khrushchev and had to be poked and prodded by the CIA before she could move into the White House, poor thing. It's no wonder she became "a little nippy" at some point in her life. Supposedly her descendants are still living today, which...mixed feelings.</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eIzZRrzbzR27wtPl5TzOFH-vKpAAmAzGZukg0OoAuWDKldK6pRqSzOYnGEiG75RtSvewOrp0sMLBp0yxuH1iYdVi-P_6jiPUlNgWTSomJDSPgWKJxfwxHMsJtnq6e-9BFxdYK4qLFf8XhoYz7k3k7N5jQxsE02f_1xPWrhqBFN6jE5SSZrK0/s423/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-18%20at%2010.59.55%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="423" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eIzZRrzbzR27wtPl5TzOFH-vKpAAmAzGZukg0OoAuWDKldK6pRqSzOYnGEiG75RtSvewOrp0sMLBp0yxuH1iYdVi-P_6jiPUlNgWTSomJDSPgWKJxfwxHMsJtnq6e-9BFxdYK4qLFf8XhoYz7k3k7N5jQxsE02f_1xPWrhqBFN6jE5SSZrK0/w400-h285/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-18%20at%2010.59.55%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Samuel Whiskers, drawn by Beatrix Potter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Also, I have to tell you a disturbing story, but please don't let it stop you from coming to visit me. This summer, I saw a vole in our yard (cute!). I'd see it frequently, scurrying. Then one day I saw beneath the bird feeder this Disneyesque scene: some birds, a squirrel, the vole, and another little creature that...might be...a rat. I would see the maybe rat here and there, out of the corner of my eye scampering into the garden after that, and convince myself probably it wasn't a rat (it was kind of sweet looking, and brown). Yesterday I looked out the window whilst working and saw this horrifying tableaux: SIX FUCKING RATS IN MY YARD. Possibly a mama and five adolescent offspring. One of them shimmied up the birdfeeder pole before being stymied by the </span><strike style="font-family: helvetica;">squirrel</strike><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> rat baffle. This story is To Be Continued, because the ending is Unclear at the Moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-50443555549899753182023-10-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-10-01T06:00:00.132-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMVuHQHIv6zwhyhs7MbJTflfBUUyFAKPAgnwrz4l5NnkNgwS7WSDtS8ydhBXyci7Ud7eypI_UnRWWdTMP5jwDoHk1cOG0j1Oca96qdwxIIlKePLis3o-aLHmbjRaZELei7rItdQYbF8YzunlxLukSC20a8SwVmYPXyx2qKal4dnEBLFqCyfbq/w480-h640/IMG-9332.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMVuHQHIv6zwhyhs7MbJTflfBUUyFAKPAgnwrz4l5NnkNgwS7WSDtS8ydhBXyci7Ud7eypI_UnRWWdTMP5jwDoHk1cOG0j1Oca96qdwxIIlKePLis3o-aLHmbjRaZELei7rItdQYbF8YzunlxLukSC20a8SwVmYPXyx2qKal4dnEBLFqCyfbq/s4032/IMG-9332.jpeg" imageanchor="1"><span style="color: black; font-family: helvetica;"></span></a></div><p></p> <p> </p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-36728983996039429962023-09-25T09:14:00.000-04:002023-09-25T09:14:21.965-04:00The room will arrange itself in your absence<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4eTXmrXc4_Vlp-wwhO22k2Xk-Csde36JMjHKhrOp3G9RVwVI6_PONWX0pyltITJ-oyej8RVACegnoMJ4sPs5mCZQzRKKhXbxFOVL3sXRrLFraX7Lbr1MA0JM2lXG0Ot1oMDrfCbz2quakxTo8ycXq9MwKmPaJSA8t3Wd3AqcR1iovwgH6Yf7/s497/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-25%20at%209.08.37%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="462" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4eTXmrXc4_Vlp-wwhO22k2Xk-Csde36JMjHKhrOp3G9RVwVI6_PONWX0pyltITJ-oyej8RVACegnoMJ4sPs5mCZQzRKKhXbxFOVL3sXRrLFraX7Lbr1MA0JM2lXG0Ot1oMDrfCbz2quakxTo8ycXq9MwKmPaJSA8t3Wd3AqcR1iovwgH6Yf7/w594-h640/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-25%20at%209.08.37%20AM.png" width="594" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Well, no, but...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kfy1FeXz5Q9HUfQJNYLq_dMgMrXs3BvVkYibk2hyyiqsRCP2h7MBrAPVdTSM-Jy7ipLsW8OiMEKhjn4L8HU89lv6hyJxXjBaeFDhBEUlVSTebrt61Dy_CNvcADU2Y3PgfF4uVNCtoUSK4CjeVUTMNMmTk11mHZXhsDxI1B76PNBfwAC9T8w6/s713/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-25%20at%209.08.59%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="713" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kfy1FeXz5Q9HUfQJNYLq_dMgMrXs3BvVkYibk2hyyiqsRCP2h7MBrAPVdTSM-Jy7ipLsW8OiMEKhjn4L8HU89lv6hyJxXjBaeFDhBEUlVSTebrt61Dy_CNvcADU2Y3PgfF4uVNCtoUSK4CjeVUTMNMmTk11mHZXhsDxI1B76PNBfwAC9T8w6/w640-h508/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-25%20at%209.08.59%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">You've gotta be kidding me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-78648620062586162202023-09-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-09-01T06:00:00.140-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuipw5XFadP_P4NiWAgd6_Od0WksaYaIY_OMEiFp0dOk7ABH3MgBBVfQhQMRdYvFKQ9VdQ_g_zbo7dH-e0jH3RcAodJIrMclDacgiCy6bWoXhi_khmbetVwt83lur8NAtQgJW6bOv8nRk_an4nFw2-zjghGuRPNfSchrjKGWiAuWFZxNSXWJ0M/s3636/IMG-9029.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3636" data-original-width="2727" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuipw5XFadP_P4NiWAgd6_Od0WksaYaIY_OMEiFp0dOk7ABH3MgBBVfQhQMRdYvFKQ9VdQ_g_zbo7dH-e0jH3RcAodJIrMclDacgiCy6bWoXhi_khmbetVwt83lur8NAtQgJW6bOv8nRk_an4nFw2-zjghGuRPNfSchrjKGWiAuWFZxNSXWJ0M/w480-h640/IMG-9029.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-91425287850764505982023-08-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-08-01T06:00:00.136-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvcRupNKWxHQbAgBfEbmWPJnxb7aGdCe6gYnjYS7UYPZ6uyuf6SHFmtph6a-hhDFZX6Wjfuxk-h3x6rzTZN8AsLWlayEcTiY14_DqQqkReMTnJBgMMQRUaxAIR-QC0H_9BXwNj6zJO_-MnoKM2AJNz73YhvYe6KzPJ1jpwfdDyWJu4Ba_Siwh/s4032/IMG-8484.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvcRupNKWxHQbAgBfEbmWPJnxb7aGdCe6gYnjYS7UYPZ6uyuf6SHFmtph6a-hhDFZX6Wjfuxk-h3x6rzTZN8AsLWlayEcTiY14_DqQqkReMTnJBgMMQRUaxAIR-QC0H_9BXwNj6zJO_-MnoKM2AJNz73YhvYe6KzPJ1jpwfdDyWJu4Ba_Siwh/w640-h480/IMG-8484.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Of all hidden things, I sing</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-23549675674390736442023-07-25T11:04:00.000-04:002023-07-25T11:04:01.674-04:00Find the ceremony in every instant<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Interrupting this busy work day/silent bloggery month with two very important items. First, in the course of blurbing the word <i>natant</i> which is basically a fancy way to say <i>swimming</i>, I found this helpful information:</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8ONGDey1ah25qUUjnVD6ja7e43ODBIliwI0p9H36Bj__PpdUf0Q8-ljWG9rqCKRK9q5zlSPy8i5FwJou0XstLlQZtYtXvCm-QCzOaBeFvIjNPqviZFRCSyov0Rt1MaKX_VqKKgBNUjODki31Ho_kA2zoDPzeEFfAgBWccRgo_pszFD_jV0WR/s795/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-25%20at%2010.56.31%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="795" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8ONGDey1ah25qUUjnVD6ja7e43ODBIliwI0p9H36Bj__PpdUf0Q8-ljWG9rqCKRK9q5zlSPy8i5FwJou0XstLlQZtYtXvCm-QCzOaBeFvIjNPqviZFRCSyov0Rt1MaKX_VqKKgBNUjODki31Ho_kA2zoDPzeEFfAgBWccRgo_pszFD_jV0WR/w640-h242/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-25%20at%2010.56.31%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Doge writing so useful much help</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>And part two is that a few weeks ago, Mark and I were walking Clover when we passed one of Zoë and Isaac's high school teachers. "What's his name again?" Mark asked, and I reminded him. After we were home, I opened my email to find a LinkedIn suggestion that I add this <i style="font-family: helvetica;">exact same person</i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> to my "network." (Not an invite from the person, just a LinkedIn-generated suggestion. LINKEDIN IS LISTENING)</span><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-56484517521856599512023-07-01T07:49:00.004-04:002023-07-01T07:49:54.458-04:00Rabbit rabbit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJDXRiJkOR0ZgP9TqrepINtaVoeLuMOsJwG8d5YAoSRz7KSNk2pZcwrgh7BJjxjFp9DDR0A9ZntHFFU470YEf8HYG25KcpSvJd9AyRgZ3Kr-naHwPbCskrtWv6-1kexGZ-Mnhh4o7uj-aBHGtiLX08Pe6yW3XDydHs4jrhAFoC-EE8Nu55mTv/s4032/IMG_7985.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJDXRiJkOR0ZgP9TqrepINtaVoeLuMOsJwG8d5YAoSRz7KSNk2pZcwrgh7BJjxjFp9DDR0A9ZntHFFU470YEf8HYG25KcpSvJd9AyRgZ3Kr-naHwPbCskrtWv6-1kexGZ-Mnhh4o7uj-aBHGtiLX08Pe6yW3XDydHs4jrhAFoC-EE8Nu55mTv/s600/IMG_7985.jpeg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Not sponsored by Spindrift</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-30118162460992950572023-06-23T10:33:00.001-04:002023-06-23T10:47:01.517-04:00You're the pupil in god's one good eye<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My work queue has recently included so many antiquated, obscure, and fancy words that I feel like I'm writing a Decemberists song. <i>Banderole. Cumbrous. Breviloquent. Ailurophile. Kemp. </i>Maybe I'll call it <i>Here I Dreamt I was a Vexillologist.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Weather report: fairly summerish. Summer-adjacent. The sun is shining at the moment, Mark and I were last-minute invitees to a wedding this afternoon, there are farmer's market strawberries in the fridge, and the only thing I'm concerned about right now is where my crow friend is this morning. It's the first time in several days that he hasn't come by to eat one single, solitary peanut in my back yard. </span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOZ0Ha1HiSKbTd5r2asyfVgiRznKjl2C3n01an128nGxCO3fLyqx0lE0plmLtUOTAZoh6ugpDV7V8OivOKIiHC5-cJuAS5L6mnr3qsAmZHfa2Puqvsb3eJ4EsoNgew1l0VOuYYFyjmaNIoPA1SOwOVwvlXH8Ukw3Gu838IARhNvOBe_hhmmJz/s4032/IMG-7729.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOZ0Ha1HiSKbTd5r2asyfVgiRznKjl2C3n01an128nGxCO3fLyqx0lE0plmLtUOTAZoh6ugpDV7V8OivOKIiHC5-cJuAS5L6mnr3qsAmZHfa2Puqvsb3eJ4EsoNgew1l0VOuYYFyjmaNIoPA1SOwOVwvlXH8Ukw3Gu838IARhNvOBe_hhmmJz/w480-h640/IMG-7729.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">THANK YOU</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-35078549571573616242023-06-20T11:30:00.003-04:002023-06-20T11:30:47.170-04:00Isn’t every season, no matter what we call it, shadow season?<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Reporting live from inside a month-long rain cloud:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">FULL SET ACRYLIC TOES (seen in the window of a nail salon).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Looking at my gory finger (I accidentally poured boiling water upon it last week), thinking about Yellowjackets.*</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">An entire family of starlings has moved into my yard, including a dozen juveniles who scream at each other as they compete to hog the bird feeder. Each day I watch them shove each other out of the way, gobbling the birdseed and plunging their beaks into the suet cake. Today there's nothing left to eat but still they stay, squatters in my back garden. (Very Werner Herzog voice) <i>Their hunger is almost incandescent. Again and again the birds continue their instinctive struggle for survival, pushing aside their own kin.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A thought, several days after I wrote the above, days and days later, as I watch these same starlings continuing to assault my bird feeder: it's only a murmuration of starlings if they're forming mesmerizing, shifting cloud shapes in the sky. If they're noisy back yard interlopers, you can instead call them <i>a vulgarity of starlings. </i>Or <i>a scourge of starlings. </i>Or, most accurately and benignly, <i>a clutter of starlings. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Speaking of Werner Herzog, I happened to read this in an interview with him and it made me laugh out loud. <b>Interviewer</b>: "Is anything cute to you? Have you ever seen a dog and thought, 'That’s a cute dog?'" <b>WH</b>: "No. I would assign a dog a different word."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBvHXYuqvOI4vQaAmJdZrkg2OvlYEemEGRKaTsRxx4reVgUL59f_LD3a_IvWCmycGDgnIa3I8IuRjhw_UPl9X8xv9mDNGkHvVQb8Ddd_Hqm-Pw_YksqW31PAxBZd9_SIAdL8OtiE9tzSlQQx8vqrgctpiQsyxDhhMqPSZpYkjA_uuQ0j-7Fpp/s792/How%20to%20befriend%20crows.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="792" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBvHXYuqvOI4vQaAmJdZrkg2OvlYEemEGRKaTsRxx4reVgUL59f_LD3a_IvWCmycGDgnIa3I8IuRjhw_UPl9X8xv9mDNGkHvVQb8Ddd_Hqm-Pw_YksqW31PAxBZd9_SIAdL8OtiE9tzSlQQx8vqrgctpiQsyxDhhMqPSZpYkjA_uuQ0j-7Fpp/w640-h488/How%20to%20befriend%20crows.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My entire search history</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*If you know, you definitely know</span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-70437331963533265832023-06-01T06:50:00.002-04:002023-06-01T06:50:26.836-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2963" data-original-width="2963" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9gdOCHJ5tQ_K0PPLJLDUOsOFa0SiNgC9FofWvdyWzpsTLFmqI6KcAzVdKwXhbHEuA95-jtgQ0Vq1mdoUaAzsHfwEDx4WCJazZYVGCAAoyIaWNb5ud3PmuW4bX9Bx2-MnDN3hBn2ULUm-f3Ly1gZj365IDrrDZ9vzyXg9jhPEv9kBqB_gwA/w640-h640/IMG_7534.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And fanks.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9gdOCHJ5tQ_K0PPLJLDUOsOFa0SiNgC9FofWvdyWzpsTLFmqI6KcAzVdKwXhbHEuA95-jtgQ0Vq1mdoUaAzsHfwEDx4WCJazZYVGCAAoyIaWNb5ud3PmuW4bX9Bx2-MnDN3hBn2ULUm-f3Ly1gZj365IDrrDZ9vzyXg9jhPEv9kBqB_gwA/s2963/IMG_7534.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></a></div><br /><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-12493862708599926822023-05-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-05-01T06:00:00.141-04:00Rabbit rabbit<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TeTBjPyX8m77z_JHOVqXpkNa2NrMnwSL3xVWDM6gZFz1_mSECTclGPp7oCmP-MTfWZOSpxTQiVObXN8lR07UPdeeU0RR__AzPrWx2WJM1LP2VuVMczle_bTjkUBW2zxW-UE3BbW6eZ0KweBcBI-hJhcxR2kPy87H8Oqu2-6uK3F_aPdgTg/s4032/IMG-7223.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TeTBjPyX8m77z_JHOVqXpkNa2NrMnwSL3xVWDM6gZFz1_mSECTclGPp7oCmP-MTfWZOSpxTQiVObXN8lR07UPdeeU0RR__AzPrWx2WJM1LP2VuVMczle_bTjkUBW2zxW-UE3BbW6eZ0KweBcBI-hJhcxR2kPy87H8Oqu2-6uK3F_aPdgTg/w640-h480/IMG-7223.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start; text-indent: -25px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-small;">no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-36286154121881461442023-04-30T10:58:00.001-04:002023-04-30T10:58:28.870-04:00And we'll not complain if it never stops at all<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeIIBKL6OuHBmey8AksVXz6M_1oS3Vsgt9xYUiWfe4JYLeh07xIKJT_NC0dVs7QUbcFKmnPLussNmQCSyy2ZupXhdA6Lh6u5EJv2AIZcNmD5m4X0ZRJpqaHnD4F_rGFDIdlDTrRLu18gqPt_C1h18WFvTiSNlBkVKqh9YcIT3wETFRgv4Ng/s2532/IMG-7226.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2532" data-original-width="1170" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeIIBKL6OuHBmey8AksVXz6M_1oS3Vsgt9xYUiWfe4JYLeh07xIKJT_NC0dVs7QUbcFKmnPLussNmQCSyy2ZupXhdA6Lh6u5EJv2AIZcNmD5m4X0ZRJpqaHnD4F_rGFDIdlDTrRLu18gqPt_C1h18WFvTiSNlBkVKqh9YcIT3wETFRgv4Ng/w296-h640/IMG-7226.png" width="296" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Minimalism in all things except reading glasses. And by that, I don't mean bejeweled frames, I mean that I apparently need a dozen pairs — in my bag, my coat pocket, in the car, in the kitchen*, bathroom**, down in the printing area, on my desk, beside my bed. Plus backups. Or maybe it's time for progressive lenses.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Okay, apparently it's going to rain for <s>40 days and 40 nights</s> four days. Yesterday I divided some plants, planted some flower seeds, cleaned up some garden beds. I filled ten leaf bags with willow branches, pine needles, weeds, errant day lilies, and some leaves, then hauled them through the house*** and into the garage to keep them dry until my yard waste pickup day (Thursday). Then I'll haul them back out and put them on the curb. I've hardly made a dent in the collection of brush that expands through the year, mostly willow branches that blow down in every storm, piled behind the old playhouse (That's okay — the birds love it!). Speaking of the birds, Mark helped me move the bird feeders farther away from the pine tree in the corner of our back yard, since several squirrels recently tested their acrobatic abilities and discovered they could leap through the air from tree to feeder and suck the bird seed into their greedy mouths while hanging upside down. I don't think they can make it that far now, though I'm eager to see them try.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxpCuw16GUdiWu2swJm0k4MF22brPvIY-7GGQ9eZtEpVgHojHS2gwYGBnEJo4ghQEYQrQaA1DU48iKhQAw2kQdXA1IhSpgRcx0BQ8Hk1j_cOkABEy9JWbsenxFtjY7AtqGEr5Jvu1ZLv4mQjsIfciB2CbIYMLtU9uAqzAmXJt23uVFa1t1w/s4032/IMG-7227.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxpCuw16GUdiWu2swJm0k4MF22brPvIY-7GGQ9eZtEpVgHojHS2gwYGBnEJo4ghQEYQrQaA1DU48iKhQAw2kQdXA1IhSpgRcx0BQ8Hk1j_cOkABEy9JWbsenxFtjY7AtqGEr5Jvu1ZLv4mQjsIfciB2CbIYMLtU9uAqzAmXJt23uVFa1t1w/w640-h480/IMG-7227.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Can't believe the only thing I wrote in the entire month of April was this half-assed post about reading glasses and puttering in my yard , but would you get a load of these feet??</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*reading recipes and labels</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">**tweezing and deciphering medicine bottles</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">***garage door — long story</span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-4680996759257205642023-04-01T06:00:00.001-04:002023-04-01T06:00:00.195-04:00Rabbit rabbit!<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LjDTE4bA8X_8wGMZSdaeB6SXj-gXOmHCi3HdsPJLa3Nvr7Xlyd3LR-TT-LZ_VW8Dw4jgxhHupA-oUz2imP8IGW8r9hiussAzuXNlg_eGG5dLZXquLDt7LgBr-gBw8ef3bHtreLC3XKeFPNRUCnuRsqAqM55cvJXdBT5Agyq8gvDPcmeDGg/s4032/IMG-6977.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LjDTE4bA8X_8wGMZSdaeB6SXj-gXOmHCi3HdsPJLa3Nvr7Xlyd3LR-TT-LZ_VW8Dw4jgxhHupA-oUz2imP8IGW8r9hiussAzuXNlg_eGG5dLZXquLDt7LgBr-gBw8ef3bHtreLC3XKeFPNRUCnuRsqAqM55cvJXdBT5Agyq8gvDPcmeDGg/w480-h640/IMG-6977.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 25px; text-align: start; text-indent: -25px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">With loaded arms I come, pouring for you.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-12453811368045226672023-03-21T11:06:00.000-04:002023-03-21T11:06:14.826-04:00Their greenness is a kind of grief<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Alas and alack, I knew this day would come:</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHEzBSxOGRfOLyCgSMb_4OnIwMjtykSgSbFztb-UbRzbn0hzliDttoqHSBhKOuXtXNNWebPzWGmBoalE3sX7YLC7i274Y1bGrR8jM1T_K29c_vYW7cYQdMLYwtpL_gwBj9SRilB21DMi4BEQNun9Y1jY0QNb0oBB91s6eRD9aeaiDgMI4Dg/s495/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-20%20at%2010.07.23%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHEzBSxOGRfOLyCgSMb_4OnIwMjtykSgSbFztb-UbRzbn0hzliDttoqHSBhKOuXtXNNWebPzWGmBoalE3sX7YLC7i274Y1bGrR8jM1T_K29c_vYW7cYQdMLYwtpL_gwBj9SRilB21DMi4BEQNun9Y1jY0QNb0oBB91s6eRD9aeaiDgMI4Dg/w355-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-20%20at%2010.07.23%20AM.png" width="355" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">HORROR OF HORRORS</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">How am I going to blurb this "word"? Ah, but <i>there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. </i>Right?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In other news, various birds and dogs, it's Calendar Spring, and tiny crocuses are poking up through dry brown leaves and dirty snow. It seems as though the yellow ones were tastier, since I've only espied purple and white so far.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And now for some things I collected for you on the internets:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7GL4ibWfezkEnCDOiiQYqYSZlHvWPgzbNq36Gf2IGcGXhA7kvQF0Iim7HiR7hGY9kqUvigiOF_oZXtlmwqnPMwXFXMtXKdxhyFJDajpGKQ5qpWw0VI04p4s6asVQLJkaGbS_fXW3vzC7A8af2EqRgyBtbUDTPMompgtTVc7afoF4HHKF2Q/s1253/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-06%20at%206.45.46%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1253" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7GL4ibWfezkEnCDOiiQYqYSZlHvWPgzbNq36Gf2IGcGXhA7kvQF0Iim7HiR7hGY9kqUvigiOF_oZXtlmwqnPMwXFXMtXKdxhyFJDajpGKQ5qpWw0VI04p4s6asVQLJkaGbS_fXW3vzC7A8af2EqRgyBtbUDTPMompgtTVc7afoF4HHKF2Q/w640-h334/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-06%20at%206.45.46%20PM.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I suspect Japan is the best place on Earth.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wTgDj2X0TiWKO1k3yVepQ-bSL4dfKZzhFR231S4s15g7NtMG3m-g3B7_xbHYfGYY6wNeh49pLVZGNGh2sfLiC3-b1QZzrETs1d_QQnFbrqm9Q4uB7-cK6JYpHe4Zw8Rdg_cbXHuo1bPiRccAHHiIrIxV1z_x0t-lTpC9VU16i0_QJ0S0OA/s343/Hamsters%20fighting.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="332" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wTgDj2X0TiWKO1k3yVepQ-bSL4dfKZzhFR231S4s15g7NtMG3m-g3B7_xbHYfGYY6wNeh49pLVZGNGh2sfLiC3-b1QZzrETs1d_QQnFbrqm9Q4uB7-cK6JYpHe4Zw8Rdg_cbXHuo1bPiRccAHHiIrIxV1z_x0t-lTpC9VU16i0_QJ0S0OA/w620-h640/Hamsters%20fighting.png" width="620" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Hamster content.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aMIo_rI54G-K88MRx6SRYVcpi2lToUGQJGY39o1_qif4TaG4DjqI4i2fHWJfvHKPvkuCJp0zLmgJBwGUiHe9CTGCaSLVS0lXFofybL7nrDHHTtQnDQPvWiYAxnMPFVc_YJVXMC2E9PXn7xcVOWi55q-ui0fNQYZbweau-cWv4zpxCJJRUQ/s618/Are%20hamsters%20made%20of%20ham%3F.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="618" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aMIo_rI54G-K88MRx6SRYVcpi2lToUGQJGY39o1_qif4TaG4DjqI4i2fHWJfvHKPvkuCJp0zLmgJBwGUiHe9CTGCaSLVS0lXFofybL7nrDHHTtQnDQPvWiYAxnMPFVc_YJVXMC2E9PXn7xcVOWi55q-ui0fNQYZbweau-cWv4zpxCJJRUQ/w640-h326/Are%20hamsters%20made%20of%20ham%3F.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">More hamster content (not ham).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99BCuZXiO1vzQ7VM5_f8fB92CvAh-WURoyA9Kzoav7tqRp7AVS70QjyNODi318DDT-FB46Y0hcGUIc_7MAB-QcXEGn3iDaV1yF4q4NHXRM6LYEjetYuSo78IHXizlWRnN1hgoUy8MpwB7gnDMKMpH0yBBh4_5NOX1XkqDz2vLY0rjIypBvA/s918/Wee%20baking%20raccoon%20tattoo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="918" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99BCuZXiO1vzQ7VM5_f8fB92CvAh-WURoyA9Kzoav7tqRp7AVS70QjyNODi318DDT-FB46Y0hcGUIc_7MAB-QcXEGn3iDaV1yF4q4NHXRM6LYEjetYuSo78IHXizlWRnN1hgoUy8MpwB7gnDMKMpH0yBBh4_5NOX1XkqDz2vLY0rjIypBvA/w640-h462/Wee%20baking%20raccoon%20tattoo.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Everyone needs a wee baking raccoon tattoo.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oVR7K-9zTQFN5sYPSjoT7DLAdSrrIFh55H61WZaPGQiEr8xVX2borIABUAD59dPKhXHr2oDtUvQev2iH8ODV7ppeLQn5WnsmQQJngSe-Q5iZw0i9EjPAN9AA-FROVzFk6D9M-xMdkbTwiIs8xlU0XuxTXcTtY6iabxImVqcxwHJZBxxVMA/s956/Sausage%20dog%20Nigel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="956" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oVR7K-9zTQFN5sYPSjoT7DLAdSrrIFh55H61WZaPGQiEr8xVX2borIABUAD59dPKhXHr2oDtUvQev2iH8ODV7ppeLQn5WnsmQQJngSe-Q5iZw0i9EjPAN9AA-FROVzFk6D9M-xMdkbTwiIs8xlU0XuxTXcTtY6iabxImVqcxwHJZBxxVMA/w640-h436/Sausage%20dog%20Nigel.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And a sausage dog named Nigel.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzrIwGAgJJVhbqWEGgaJq3HNn7LdRAEwcVBAvBvyyJNwZLcCemhdXW-iO04VooiNq-KW6YaHA4ZoPqV6LqbFRqdm8UluctuF7Yci6cjBnmT9d2WXq5ImFPFEauhd5NPzCpDjgaRdz0IWsgvr4XMXZkBtvg4WSZVnxT8x0XBpbsFwmoqua9g/s292/Emoji.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="292" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzrIwGAgJJVhbqWEGgaJq3HNn7LdRAEwcVBAvBvyyJNwZLcCemhdXW-iO04VooiNq-KW6YaHA4ZoPqV6LqbFRqdm8UluctuF7Yci6cjBnmT9d2WXq5ImFPFEauhd5NPzCpDjgaRdz0IWsgvr4XMXZkBtvg4WSZVnxT8x0XBpbsFwmoqua9g/w400-h376/Emoji.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">People also ask.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-29296188096587423112023-03-01T06:00:00.001-05:002023-03-01T06:00:00.174-05:00Rabbit rabbit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWtyXXgG6-RocSanFnancXzdsVl4iP9GnPW7mSsNR39-9Lu_9__eLA2fdevMmBaUDNpkj3xTpCsxF6J7KAfLon1nL8ya64pN0r8u-dJDKFzvhmGCBDNL2AlVL6BtUTm2k-uFzxmDitGk4VFWV5H85vVB9UzrJ2p_YfB5vH7drv6NOZd93WA/s1914/IMG-6613.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1914" data-original-width="1914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWtyXXgG6-RocSanFnancXzdsVl4iP9GnPW7mSsNR39-9Lu_9__eLA2fdevMmBaUDNpkj3xTpCsxF6J7KAfLon1nL8ya64pN0r8u-dJDKFzvhmGCBDNL2AlVL6BtUTm2k-uFzxmDitGk4VFWV5H85vVB9UzrJ2p_YfB5vH7drv6NOZd93WA/s600/IMG-6613.jpeg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">La mer, la mer, toujours recommencėe!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-73308281597579316412023-02-17T09:18:00.001-05:002023-02-17T10:43:12.380-05:00Where can we live but days?<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Animals this week:</span></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: helvetica;">two red-tailed hawks in Deering Oaks</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica;">many of the little brown ones at my bird feeders</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica;">ditto a few starlings</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica;">a corgi named Gordon</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica;">a beautiful black cat with a plume of white fur on its chest, sitting on my fence</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I don't think I've mentioned my dental coronation here, during which my new beloved dentist filed a crumbly old tooth down to a nubbin and fitted a brand new fake tooth onto it like a Lego piece (plus magic glue). My tongue can't stop admiring the wonderful new tooth, it's <i>so smooth.*</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Also in medical miscellany, at my routine mammogram this week I saw a sign that said "Avoid handshakes — try an elbow bump instead," with that last part inexpertly covered with masking tape. Elbow bumps are so 2020.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">This morning we encountered the usual mob of middle-schoolers, but with an extra Lord of the Flies vibe. One kid with huge headphones was scrawling graffiti in black marker on the bridge railing, another walked with a portable speaker at his chest blaring Kendrick Lamar, a pack of boys behind him. Several were headed in the wrong direction, <i>away</i> from the school. We realized next week is winter break.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We're giving The Last of Us a shot, despite all the...zombies. I spent most of the first two episodes moaning, <i>"Oh no, I hate zombies." </i>Also, not a fan of these particular fungi. But episode 3 has inspired me to continue, it was sweet and touching and sad.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjbh_1yfc6uCH64TnM5NOfcSNAChYim8TwR-LDzolIAB3PkPRbeGRP1azLu2vP_AamI75wNola8-M345ZH6Q3G_sguIjOUtSykZ29dD_BuNPPssLkPpk4YipiSdX2ErhZ8weMQnzrrkZRplvCZnDSIvPkwGQxG9mC9VXbdSw7_ckZqZmzkA/s4032/IMG-6496.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjbh_1yfc6uCH64TnM5NOfcSNAChYim8TwR-LDzolIAB3PkPRbeGRP1azLu2vP_AamI75wNola8-M345ZH6Q3G_sguIjOUtSykZ29dD_BuNPPssLkPpk4YipiSdX2ErhZ8weMQnzrrkZRplvCZnDSIvPkwGQxG9mC9VXbdSw7_ckZqZmzkA/w640-h480/IMG-6496.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Absolutely NOT 10 miles west of Boston.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>*It <b>should</b> feel amazing, it cost as much as a brand new sofa or a transatlantic crossing on the Queen Mary 2</i></span></div><p></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-4160929090326830812023-02-10T12:26:00.000-05:002023-02-10T12:26:00.848-05:00Accept the fluster of lost door keys<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Things I <s>found</s> wrote in my phone notes this week:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">“Much will be gained if we succeed in transforming your hysterical misery into common unhappiness.” - Freud</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Party invite idea — "Should we break some bread? Are <a href="https://genius.com/Joanna-newsom-sprout-and-the-bean-lyrics" target="_blank">y'interested</a>?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The way the Property Brothers karate chop the tops of throw pillows continues to haunt me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>A thing that <i>actually</i> haunts me:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When Isaac and Edna were here last month, the three of us were driving on the shortcut road behind Trader Joe's when we saw a man step off a curb, fall flat on his face, and just lie there for several long seconds. I pulled over, and we all jumped out of the car. He insisted he was fine and got up on all fours while fat, dark drops of blood dripped from his nose. Isaac and Edna kept handing him tissues from a box in the car, which he held to his nostrils until we noticed he had a jagged little cut between his eyebrows and told him to press the tissues there. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We offered to take him somewhere, buy bandaids at the Walgreens, call someone. He said, "No, no, I just need to figure out how to stand up," and somehow I kind of hauled him up from the ground — or, he leaned all of his weight on me and hauled himself up? I encouraged him to: "I'm stronger than I look," I told this massive man. (I wondered if it was true as I said it, and I guess so, because he got to his feet with his hands on my shoulders as I pretended to be something wide and solid). He thanked us, but continued to say he was fine, that he lived nearby, and then he walked away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I think it haunts me because I'm constantly questioning the best way to help (I often defer to pretending not to see in an attempt to protect a person's dignity*) and second-guessing <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upxJc75tCYA&ab_channel=TomSmothers-Topic" target="_blank">whether my help was actually helpful</a>. Also, I wasn't clear what this man's situation was: he seemed sober, wore warmish clothes, Carhartt-ish, had a sturdy backpack. He was maybe in his sixties? Was he down on his luck, or a man who happened to be walking through a down-on-their-luck area of town? It doesn't really matter, except: did he have bandaids at home, or money to buy them...or a home? And why don't I have a first aid kit in my car?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">*See: the time I pretended I didn't see a middle-aged man's pants fall down and expose his bare butt as he juggled to-go coffee cups and a bag of pastries. I am <i>positive </i>that guy didn't want my help.</span></p>Liz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.com0