Lost in the woods

(Apr 21 2:53 p.m.)

Saturday marked the first day of spring where zero snow could be found on the property of our house.  Little bits lingered in the driveway for a while… and then— poof— it was gone.

That isn’t to say none remains in other places around these parts.

(Apr 21 3:10 p.m.)

So I ventured down the nearby trail to survey the current conditions of the season.  (And to get better photos than last time’s journey down the trail.)  The animals are out, and nothing made that more clear than a massive ruffling of leaves ahead to my right at one point… or more unclear as I couldn’t find any cause of the disturbance.

Down the southward path of the intersection, I presume (the longer, denser end), I saw a chipmunk to my left and a squirrel to my right… both of them scared of my presence, of course.
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Warming up

(Apr 4 2:21 p.m.)

The spring season is visibly underway… save today’s snow.  The greens are rising, and the flies are out. …And so are the ants.  It’s ant season.  I’ll spare you photos of those little bastards.

(Apr 4 2:22 p.m.)

Not only are we seeing sprouts but plants in early stages.

(Mar 29 11:28 a.m.)

And new grass.

(Mar 29 11:24 a.m.)

The tulips just outside the USM Portland library entrance are coming along nicely.  The cigarette butts littered around the bench are the opposite of nice.  (Read: No Smoking!)

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Spring ahead

(Mar 20 4:00 p.m.)

So the country has switched over to Daylight Saving Time (save Arizona), and spring season is here… in name, anyway; it’s Maine.  The clouds parted on Saturday, and it’s been blue ever since, until this afternoon.  The geese have appeared here or there; but they may have figured it’s still too cold to migrate back yet.

Not a great subject for hard focus. (Mar 16 1:44 p.m.)

There have been some fierce, pushing-your-car-door-closed winds, and branches have fallen.  But the sunlight has been noticeably strong.

(Mar 20 3:18 p.m.)

The living room plant sure sees spring. Continue reading Spring ahead

About to get it again

White-out. (Mar 8 11:36 a.m.)

Sigh.

(Mar 8 1:48 p.m.)

Well, we got about 11″ inches of snow last week, with some negligible flurries after Thursday.

Proof of 11 inches. (Mar 8 1:59 p.m.)

As for the next coming days, we’re in the region, forecast-wise, expected to get 1 to 1.5 feet of new snow this week.

(Mar 8 2:11 p.m.)

Yes, feet. Continue reading About to get it again

Where winter and spring collide…

(Mar 4 12:03 p.m.)

Heading into late winter, some sprouts and buds have been popping up in Maine.

(Mar 4 12:01 p.m.)

…All of which are now, I’m sure, under a coating of snow.

(Mar 7 5:40 p.m.)

And I’m sure it’s worse in other parts of the northeast.  “Thundersnow” — a combination of a thunderstorm and a blizzard.  Reportedly, there are of tens of thousands without power for a week, in winter (cold) weather.  (But I can’t imagine it being nearly as bad as what Puerto Rico continues to go through.) …But here?

(Mar 7 2:45 p.m.)

“Meh.”

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Winter update

Ice coating. (Jan 23 4:17 p.m.)

Ice, snow and fog.  You’ve kind of seen it all before.

(Jan 23 4:20 p.m.)

However, it’s not often that ice covers everything.

(Jan 23 4:37 p.m.)

And the trees dip, and branch fragments fall.

(Jan 20 2:07 p.m.)

And dead leaves are sandwiched in between it all.

Neighborly blue lights, still up. (Jan 12 6:24 p.m.)

And Christmas seasonal lighting colors the fog.

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When dreams tell

“My momma always said, life was like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re gonna get.  Life is a box of chocolates.” — Forrest Gump

Okay, so that quote has nothing to do with this post.  I’m just terrible at writing hooks.  Trying to write a good intro makes me think back to that scene in Frasier where Professor Tewkesbury asks Frasier to treat himself, and Tewkesbury quickly knocks down the distracted directions Crane takes.  “Stalling”; “redefining the problem”; “re-diagnosing.”  And it ends where I tend to land: he can’t help himself.

So.  I might as well get on to the damned thing.

Wednesday.  I’d dreamt two things in particular: being challenged, and losing (sort of).  And like any dream interpreted after the fact… dreams are weird.  After all, they are the side effect of the brain refreshing and repairing itself.  The meaning we have for things in our activities of the day may be brought up again as bonds gets strengthened.  And then there’s the influence of entertainment.  There’s something about the way Gotham releases inhibitions… or used to since I’ve not watched a full episode as it’s still being run dead against Supernatural, in the same time slot.

In Wednesday’s dreams, you had your share of mundane elements such as sitting in a movie theater… if I have it right because those elements became vague when I woke up.  But the first thing to stand out… and I can’t believe I’m writing this… I’m in a scene, on set, acting with… Donald Trump.  He is an actor, after all; you should have seen him at the “State of the Uniom.” 😉 Toward the end of the dream, he challenged me to a race to the bottom of a stairwell.  I had my dream tactic of dropping down the center— gripping on to railings, and falling again— but he was somehow matching my speed.  In real life, he challenges the country’s standards all the way down to Constitutional order itself.  And in dreamworld, it seems he would challenge the laws of physics!

In a latter dream, I was on social media. …Which makes it clear that I’m on twitter too often for the wrong reasons.  By the end, I was on my best friend’s twitter, and… apart from the Stranger Things media, there were the reinforcements in how she’s moved on.  Let’s just say, it was both realistic but also out of character how better-represented the content was because… how can I say it?  In real life, twitter sucks.  Normally, the fact she’s moved on wouldn’t bother me.  I know attachments can get toxic, and I have to deal with that.  But I’m not normal, and I still think of her as more than just some friend half a world away; she is someone I love dearly.  Not even being able to physically hug her, it doesn’t hurt me.  Just… like twitter, it sucks.

So, yeah.  The dreams were telling.

Well, thanks for getting through this useless post.  Sweet dreams, everybody! 👋

A Year In Photos: 2017 (Part IV)

(Apr 13 2:32 p.m.)

Okay, so spring wasn’t all messy and bleak as previously stated.  There were good parts and bad parts like any season.  I can’t speak much for the progress of others… they have their privacy and/or blogs.

Rope table.  (And lingering snow outside, soon to vanish for good.) (Apr 6 2:57 p.m.)

As for me, 2017 was the year I got an official ASD diagnosis.  It remains to be seen as to whether state services will help my employment prospects.

(Apr 6 6:08 p.m.)

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