Sunday, August 26, 2012

                                                     EXPLORE (Sunday Scribblings)

The canning is done and the mess is cleaned up. Now I need something new to explore.
I could explore new areas of my brain. They say we only use a part of our brains. Then how do we get to the uncharted parts? I need the storage space. The part I'm using is full and overflowing.
I could explore some new literature. Read something different than I usually read. But there again, I would need more brain space. If the story is indeed true about our using only a small portion of our brain(which I doubt), they need to come up with a tiny laser surgery to open the rest of it. Then we could be intelligent to the very last moment of life.
I could explore new territory. I've never been to Hawaii or Alaska.(hint, hint, Tom Gibson) I can probably forget about Alaska cause he got chilly HERE last week.
I could explore DANGER. I've been hearing stories of people hearing and seeing mountain lions in our area. I could meet one eyeball to eyeball. I'd like to have my Bowie knife at my side, no, in my hand, if I did.
I received a photo of "the biggest rattlesnake killed in Baldwin County, AL. Yeah, that's where we hang out when we go there. Goodbye, Baldwin County. The mountain lion might be a little bigger than that Eastern Diamondback(not much), but I'd rather face the mountain lion any day.
I'm ready for a new adventure. Any suggestions?

Saturday, August 18, 2012

                          THE DROUGHT(Sunday Scribbles)

Years of living,
die,
as trees burn,
overbaked by the sun.

The crops wilt
like lettuce
topped with hot grease.

The birds' mouths
gape open
begging, begging
for a drink.

Monday, August 13, 2012

                        DROUGHT

Slowly burning from the roots up. From green to brown in a matter of days. Leaves are brittle and ears trying to produce kernels of corn are sparse and scattered. Across the road an irrigation rig is casting a rainbow as the sun shines on the water spraying out. Choking, dying, and only a few feet away.... life.. giving...water.
Oh, for a talisman to make it rain.

Monday, August 6, 2012

                                                    ASIAN CARP ATTACK (Sunday Scribblings)

Have you taken a boat ride down the Nishnabotna River lately? Talk about a shark attack. What about the Asian carp attack? Those fish can fly.
It's dangerous. It's funny. It's absurd. In some spots, there were hundreds of them jumping at once. One pounds you in the back, one socks you in the jaw, one slams you in the head. The boat is full. They flop on your shoes and slap your legs. If you don't get injured, you get slimed and have scales in your hair. Those jokers can weigh up to 50 pounds. If one that big hit you, it would knock you out of the boat.
I read these fish were brought in here to use to clean algae in commercial fish farms and sewage treatment plants. Due to releases or escapes caused by the floods, they have spread. Spread? They've taken over. This is one time the cure is worse than the disease.
So if you want some excitement, take a boat ride on the Nishna. If you were a swim suit, wear an old one. If you wear a suit of armor, it would be WISE not to fall in.