Right on cue ...

We drove into the booming metropolis of Watertown, NY (population 26,000 or so) today. At a red light, we found ourselves behind a Honda CRV with a sage and nearly prescient sticker on its back window: Guns don't kill people. Drivers talking on cell phones do.

The light turned green, and the Honda slowly progressed through the intersection. The driver of the Honda was clearly a cautious and defensive driver, because, sure enough, he was cut off by a big honking green Expedition, who felt that her right to turn right on a red light superseded anyone else's right to proceed though their own green light.

And sure enough, Ms. I'm-more-important-than-you Expedition driver was yakking on a cell phone!!

Now I remember why I try to avoid Watertown on the weekend.

Cheeky!!!!

Lilies and Lace

My gardens, like this blog, have been suffering from a touch of neglect since I've returned to work. And yet .. and yet .. this beautiful stargazer lily has bloomed.

Why I didn't make the bed this morning

I dare not disturb what little peace there is on this earth!

The witch hunt has ended. Thank God.

Katrina's storm clouds have finally broken for Dr. Anna Pou. The grand jury has refused to indict her on any of the ten counts of murder which Attorney General Charles Foti maliciously inflicted upon this heroic doctor.

And now, I truly hope that the spotlight shines with fierce intensity upon Mr. Foti. I think a suitable punishment would have him cleaning out the still-deserted hospitals and medical offices of the Crescent City. With a toothbrush.

Simply. Perfect.

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows was just delicious! Well done, JK Rowling. Well done, indeed, and thank you.

I would only add one thing ...

Keith Olberman's special report was spot-on.



The full text can be seen here.

At the end of this brilliant piece, KO exhorts the Commander in Chief to "Take it into your own hands, Mr. Bush.

Go to Baghdad now and fulfill, finally, your military service obligations.

Go there and fight, your war. Yourself."


Might I suggest that he bring his daughters and College Republican chickenshits chickenhawks with him?

Yeah. What she said.

J.K. Rowling has asked the world to "help preserve the secrecy" regarding HPATDH.

I am about to embark on a media fast, lest I catch one of those dratted leaks out of the corner of my eye. See you in about a week!

Baby turkeys!!!

So, the kidlet and I went out to Tupper Lake, NY, today, to visit The Wild Center aka The Natural History Museum of the Adirondacks. I had been looking forward to seeing the much-hyped Bird Skywalk. Alas, it will not open until next fall. I was disappointed, but we still enjoyed the Museum.

I did get my bird fix on the way home, however.


Route 3A, somewhere on the southern edge of Fort Drum.

Feeding my friends, feathered and otherwise

I am bemused that the red squirrel has found our feeding station. Far from viewing them as vermin, I find red squirrels to be highly enterprising and cute little critters.

My cat, Juliette, has told me in no uncertain terms that she is outraged by this new development. The rest of the menagerie don't seem to care.

Red, white, and blue

1 ounce vanilla vodka
2 ounces blueberry & pomegranate juice

Combine in ice-filled cocktail shaker, then pour into a martini glass.

Sip slowly, and try to wrap your head around an administration that thinks that obstruction of justice is no big deal.

Go to bed and pull the covers over your head.

Ready for Harry

Gryffindor scarf, made on the small Knifty Knitter loom with Lion Brand homespun yarn.

Okay, I'm a geek.