tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50387200465495952742024-03-21T18:10:27.586-06:00The Witless WandererWunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.comBlogger526125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-62942748114735390162011-05-31T00:00:00.002-06:002011-05-31T00:03:46.341-06:00Memorial Day, May 30, 2011<div align="center"><strong>or<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why I'm Glad I Haven't Gotten My Tomatoes Planted Yet.</span></strong><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612756758889330370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4i2Qd6y0xjXxCB-_pH5gi9-EjiaM-DLI8BhCJg8MBblP65r6gzWS5uC8HPikWYKSWe43Uk3gvC-WIpCWJqf7KSonhb_SY1mnmUVNLnas75XLd7K7gNoJ356IktqsdgD72dH5LTQbhGUo/s400/MemorialDaySnow500.jpg" />Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-84298814341551522482011-02-04T01:58:00.003-07:002011-02-04T02:05:42.163-07:00The Girls Are Back in TownSachi is looking lovely playing "Me and my shadow."<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2011/feb/meAndMyShadow.jpg" width="600" height="489"><br /><br />Kitsu, as usual, is the responsible one, keeping sharp eyes on everything.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2011/feb/KitsuOnDresser.jpg" width="500" height="617"><br /><br />I am a lucky human to be under the supervision of such superior cats.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-43572463984201949412010-12-17T23:16:00.005-07:002010-12-17T23:23:38.341-07:00Keeping That Christmas SpiritWhat's a person to do when someone drives a car through the brick wall surrounding their yard<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/december/ChristmasDeerCheer.jpg" width="500" /><br />I've got to admire their Christmas spirit - and their sense of humor.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-80186995391820818282010-10-25T17:51:00.005-06:002010-10-25T18:07:26.457-06:00The Last of the TomatoesPicked the last of the tomatoes Saturday in the rain<br /><br />Here's why.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/october/10-25-10.jpg" width="500" height="324" /><br />Awoke to a chill vista this morning. Brrr...<br /><br />Here are the tomatoes:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD49aZo3BXC7G3bO5nH1T6_GQgV_3mGwylSG23jzuF4EBz-inQkCfZ4lIUQjIRxNasdeBZew7qUBTCLnlWG8UVdC998vIvwJvzdRn1CQ16TMAZSI9AF6LvCSZA0HttY7-s47Kdus9yTb4/s1600/maters2010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532136716798705730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD49aZo3BXC7G3bO5nH1T6_GQgV_3mGwylSG23jzuF4EBz-inQkCfZ4lIUQjIRxNasdeBZew7qUBTCLnlWG8UVdC998vIvwJvzdRn1CQ16TMAZSI9AF6LvCSZA0HttY7-s47Kdus9yTb4/s400/maters2010.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532136978358343266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTr8_1avBvGS6gSc87aoI4DZtmrxEMBMkrvxhvH63lRML2mHXzGZ47mKwsDfPrZyysNitOTIVAT6PdPyc2MBJFH6zJSTRNRp3Kr9F6lYAnM_vQrZsja7Tf3bdsWspyvrq8L_KDDnTJAA/s400/morematers2010.jpg" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlBTJjp5O8UkN3hSDGTEF_lUrn5QMLFeoqZ6w8Gb9U7nTpn9pmHr74kSrDY_k_ppUB7M6B8coP5xZbr2MXSjlzjyDSTcLLfYPLBq5t1QJSx37u3RIbjGYc3iLTvotFF9Bwykapw1l-cU/s1600/greenmaters2010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532137183038056818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlBTJjp5O8UkN3hSDGTEF_lUrn5QMLFeoqZ6w8Gb9U7nTpn9pmHr74kSrDY_k_ppUB7M6B8coP5xZbr2MXSjlzjyDSTcLLfYPLBq5t1QJSx37u3RIbjGYc3iLTvotFF9Bwykapw1l-cU/s400/greenmaters2010.jpg" /></a><br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/october/mutantmater2010.jpg" width="461" height="232" /><br />Way cool MutantMater - front and rear views.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-11963745730742068392010-09-29T00:23:00.002-06:002010-09-29T00:27:31.929-06:00Floral Interlude<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/sunflowers.jpg" width="500" heifht="426" /><br />Sunflowers from my back yard.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-10787072826930914302010-09-22T16:52:00.003-06:002010-09-22T17:04:02.777-06:00A Serious QuestionThe fancy-dancy Italian hotel I'm staying in has no Kleenex. I've asked convention attendees who are staying in other places if their hotels have Kleenex.<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />Went to a pharmacy, asked for Kleenex. They had a few of those little plastic travel packets, but no boxes of facial tissues.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">What do Italians do when they have a cold?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><br />(Do I really want the answer to this question?)Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-15548687399309709422010-09-21T05:12:00.003-06:002010-09-21T06:27:53.266-06:00Lost in SieneThis week I have been wandering witlessly in Italy; some days more witlessly than others.<br /><br />Yesterday I went on a group tour of Siene and was looking the wrong way when my tour group moseyed on down the pike. I turned around and they were nowhere to be seen. Ah well, no biggie; I knew where and when we were to have lunch.<br /><br />I wandered around on my own for a while then, a bit before the group was supposed to dine, I turned up at the trattoria.<br /><br />"Scuzi," I asked the lady who seemed to be on duty, "has my group arrived yet?"<br /><br />"Group? No group. How big?"<br /><br />"About fifty people."<br /><br />She looked appalled. "No! No room! No group!"<br /><br />Darn! I must have gone to the wrong restaurant. "Gratzi," I said, and headed out to find the right place.<br /><br />Up and down the street, nothing looked right. Maybe I was on the wrong street. They all looked pretty similar to me. I went down a connecting street to the parellel street. Up and down the street, still no restaurant or sight of my group.<br /><br />I turned into another alley and, down at the far end of it, saw the tour leader hustling by with the big guy in the white and blue striped shirt. Unfortunately, by the time I popped out on the right end of the alley, they were gone.<br /><br />I followed in the direction they'd been heading, but never saw hide nor hair nor raised red umbrella (our tour guide's "follow me" flag.) I started going around each block, around and around and around, until I was so dizzy I didn't know in which direction I was pointing. I went into a bookstore and bought a map to try to figure out where the heck I was.<br /><br />Yup. Should have done that sooner. I was way the far end of the town from where I was supposed to be. I walked to the place I thought the bus should be. No bus. It must have gone to some remote parking spot to wait out the day.<br /><br />Since I had no way of contacting the tour group, I sent a text to the Engineer: "Lost tour group. Will wait where we met tour leader near public toilets. If I miss them will take public bus back to Florence."<br /><br />So I hauled my sorry, footsore self back to the spot I knew the tour would pass on their way to the bus pick up and hoped like heck I wasn't already too late. <br /><br />About 20 minutes later, I saw a red umbrella bobbing above the sea of tourist heads. The tour leader ran up to me, shouting, "Where were you? The man said you were at the restaurant and then you left! Where did you go? I called everyone!"<br /><br />Guess I should have gone back to the same restaurant again.<br /><br />I sent the Engineer a one word text message: "Found."<br /><br />When we got back to Florence, everyone knew I had been lost. The tour company had given a message to the head of staff who had relayed it to the Engineer, whose response had been to say, "Okay," before continuing with his business.<br /><br />"Didn't you get my texts?" I asked.<br /><br />He pulled his phone out of his hip holster and looked at it. "Oh."<br /><br />Shows how worried he was.<br /><br /><em>P.S. No photos until I get home; BabyDell doesn't have the brains or the memory to handle them.</em>Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-662795246597926882010-09-11T01:17:00.002-06:002010-09-11T01:44:44.970-06:00Test Your Knowledge - Wildflower QuizSaw this quiz on <a href="http://highaltitudegardening.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-exam.html">High Altitude Gardening</a> and had to try it.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/wildflowerTest.jpg" width="500" height="376" /><br />Woo-hoo! Got a 100!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.wildflower.org/collections/quiz.php">Test Your Knowledge - Wildflower Quiz</a>Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-41432012499546741272010-09-11T00:55:00.003-06:002010-09-11T01:05:20.208-06:00Snoozy Sister Cats<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/snoozyCats.jpg" width="500" height="427"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/snoozyCats2.jpg" width="500" height="327"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/bigYawn.jpg" width="500" height="427">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-45267674376805639302010-09-09T01:29:00.001-06:002010-09-09T01:31:04.024-06:00Queen Kitsu Upon Her Throne<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/kitsuThrone.jpg" width="500" height=" 621"><br />You may kiss the paw.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-39731692254600215012010-09-03T22:56:00.002-06:002010-09-03T22:59:58.155-06:00Camouflage<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/2010/september/camouflage.jpg" width="500" height="364"><br />He's got it!<br />And cute blue spots too.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-67236405193023854782010-08-31T22:26:00.003-06:002010-08-31T22:31:58.096-06:00The Tomatoes Are Finally Ripening<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/blackTomatoes.jpg" width="500" height="467"><br />Black tomatoes, an heirloom variety, either Krim or Black From Tula.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany//betterBoys.jpg" width="500" height="371"><br />Better Boys, my insurance tomato.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/sunSugars.jpg" width="500" height="403"><br />Sun Sugar, best cherry tomato ever.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-45658755635309495242010-08-31T21:09:00.001-06:002010-08-31T21:11:13.737-06:00Backyard Grapes<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/backyardGrapes.jpg" width="500" height="816"><br />Not ripe yet, but soon... soon...Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-39113796968759767662010-08-29T23:00:00.003-06:002010-08-29T23:05:00.377-06:00Who Needs a Pot of Gold?It's just a little glimpse of a rainbow,<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/rainbow.jpg" width="500" height="372"><br />but somehow it makes everything seem better and brighter.<br /><br />The world needs more rainbows.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-90786668476053163032010-08-20T23:40:00.002-06:002010-08-20T23:52:15.812-06:00How to Make Friends With the NeighborsIt rained big time yesterday. About eight-tenths of an inch in 15 minutes. Not at all typical for Utah. It was windy too. One of the big quakies couldn't stand all the excitement and dropped over -- right on the next door neighbor's house.<br /><br />She's a lovely, seventy something widow. I really did not want to drop a tree on her house. She didn't answer her phone, and when I called her workplace she'd just left. Darn!<br /><br />So I called my tree guy, who, because Murphy rules, had just been out the day before working on the trees.<br /><br />"Rick! Tree emergency! One of my big quakies just fell on my neighbor's garage."<br /><br />He was right in the middle of cutting a tree off of a poor squashed car, but when he was done, he sent his guys on over with the cherry picker.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/treeOnHouse.jpg" width="500" height="380" /><br />Then my neighbor called me and said she'd gotten home a little bit ago. Her garage door was only partially blocked, so she'd driven on in and parked. She hadn't called until her work had called her cell phone and let her know I was looking for her because, "I wasn't worried, I knew you'd take care of it." She's a good (and trusting) neighbor.<br /><br />While the guys were waiting for Rick, who had the chainsaws in his truck, they roped up the tree so it wouldn't do any damage while it was coming down and cut off as many branches as their loppers could handle.<br /><br />They waited...<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/wheresTheChainsaw.jpg" width="500" height="469" /><br />Patiently.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEaPpzNhsVt45rfeVVPyQQw5nYlWUC6Bmz3hwWBsvW7rvaGgaPpUFLEiOr7KYqzLwlCqQSxGi-BE9ckDjTAsH5MEco9I7J1VzlY77A6mGp-2mEj9vDKDOlYWGYzIMS2stQQJfUii2mus/s1600/chainsawMayhem.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507734415850609794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEaPpzNhsVt45rfeVVPyQQw5nYlWUC6Bmz3hwWBsvW7rvaGgaPpUFLEiOr7KYqzLwlCqQSxGi-BE9ckDjTAsH5MEco9I7J1VzlY77A6mGp-2mEj9vDKDOlYWGYzIMS2stQQJfUii2mus/s400/chainsawMayhem.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then Macho Time! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't think this technique would be approved in chainsaw safety class.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't chainsaws bring out the testosterone in a guy?<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/muyMacho.jpg" width="500" height="481" /><br />Fortunately, the tree had toppled over slowly and there was no damage whatsoever to the neighbor's house.<br /><br />The same can't be said for my tree. Here's all that's left of it.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/treeRemains.jpg" width="500" height="333" />Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-30150606446369648022010-08-18T23:57:00.005-06:002010-08-19T00:15:20.596-06:00Men and TowelsThese are my kitchen towels. The Engineer is forbidden to touch the white one. I bought the black one for him so that I could pretend I don't know the truth. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507000261003653538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyuOYsXg_WxeKovMP-WtKQcYoYGDkCb4xXN3IvPG0Cz_r-hgGHcqGvejl5k-JyBS5yGqma_GQK58z9XOVC6A4BRKloyqT9UHDCvzhNz1-KQYZY5WObRLPPNILXtjhRs5XqfYQdD8Ynis/s400/kitchenTowels.jpg" />Every time he comes into the house, he walks straight to the kitchen sink and washes his hands. Such a cleanly fellow. Then he goes to the kitchen towel and dries them. Before I got the black towels, he turned all the white ones gray and brown and black.<br /><br />I think what men do is only wash as far as the wrist bone. They get wet farther up their arms, though, and go ahead and dry the whole area, thereby placing all of the dirt above the soap line onto the towel.<br /><br />Ick!<br /><br />What I haven't figured out is how he does it to his bath mat. The only time he puts his bath mat on the floor is <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-eq2Aewl3P6E1VipaFDgzUNEyXtFKt1jvyyYQQob_pWH9KJY169zVXQ3OcFMQh7WkO9AJLueGDucs9GuvNzIwVpt-wtL5USdezOnqL3KxzedgDAkHEPZI2_YsrtdhEsGjiUNMXu7pGU/s1600/engineersBathmat.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507000065234194802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-eq2Aewl3P6E1VipaFDgzUNEyXtFKt1jvyyYQQob_pWH9KJY169zVXQ3OcFMQh7WkO9AJLueGDucs9GuvNzIwVpt-wtL5USdezOnqL3KxzedgDAkHEPZI2_YsrtdhEsGjiUNMXu7pGU/s400/engineersBathmat.jpg" /></a>when he's taking a shower. As soon as he's dried off the towel goes on one rack and the bath mat on another.<br /><br />So why does it have these big orange splotches on it? And, yes, I have tried bleaching it.<br /><br />The more I wonder about it, the more I don't want to know.<br /><br />There is a solution. I've already put it into effect: brown bath mats.<br /><br />And don't think about it.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-3714230073220043122010-08-18T00:49:00.001-06:002010-08-18T00:51:19.966-06:00Soft Blue Lupine<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/SoftBlueLupine.jpg" width="500" height="753">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-45357284537935990392010-08-17T01:37:00.000-06:002010-08-17T01:38:07.163-06:00Tiny Yellow Flower<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/tinyYellowFlower.jpg" width="500" height="720">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-30859028893074041102010-08-16T00:00:00.001-06:002010-08-16T00:01:54.319-06:00Silly HumanI was surfing the web and my computer got a little slow. Then I realized my hard drive was making that dreaded thrashing sound.<br /><br />Evil Language! Had I picked up a virus or something?<br /><br />So I shut down all of my processes and turned off the DamnMachine (that's my computer's name.) <br /><br />The on light went off.<br /><br />The noise continued.<br /><br />What the heck?!?!?<br /><br />So I synced my ears and my brain and actually listened.<br /><br />It was crickets.<br /><br />Guess I'm living up to my blog's name...Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-53296997752911345662010-08-13T23:54:00.002-06:002010-08-13T23:57:42.914-06:00The Creek<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/theCreek.jpg" width=500" height="750">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-82401721962941361102010-08-11T01:20:00.002-06:002010-08-11T01:57:36.535-06:00Making FriendsI was all alone in the cabin one afternoon when I heard noises. Though I got up and walked around, looking for the source, I couldn't figure out what it was. I returned to the dining table and my book, but after a while had a creeping feeling of being watched. Turning my head I saw a chipmunk on top of the drop front desk a few feet from me.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/peekaboo.jpg" width="500" height="356"><br />He looked back at me and said, "Tail twitch, whisker wiggle, scamper," and scooted away.<br /><br />Less that a minute later, he was back, staring at me with bright beady eyes and flicking his tail.<br /><br />I got up from the table, retrieved my camera and a couple of blueberries, then returned to my seat. I leaned over, put a blueberry on the desk and chirped.<br /><br />A few seconds later, the chipmunk appeared again and pounced on the blueberry. He nibbled on it a bit before running off to stash it. <br /><br />I put out another berry and chirped. He came to get it.<br /><br />By the fourth berry, he came running as soon as he heard me chirp.<br /><br />I suspect I wasn't the first person to bribe the little guy.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/itsABoy.jpg" width="500" height="236"><br />He had a nice grooming, a little nap, then a big stretch and rib scratch before two of the other women staying at the cabin showed up.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/cleanTail.jpg" width="500" height="429"><br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/napping.jpg" width="500" height="265"><br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/ribScratching.jpg" width="500" height="318"><br /><br />He seemed to find that quite exciting and started darting around the cabin floor. I was afraid he was going to run up my leg, so I lifted my feet from the floor and he zoomed off in another direction.<br /><br />Unfortunately the other two humans did not like him and chased him out with a broom.<br /><br />Sigh. I know chipmunks chew stuff, but he sure was cute.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-39202853054417947782010-08-10T01:38:00.001-06:002010-08-10T01:39:58.072-06:00Blue Butterfly<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/blueButterfly.jpg" width="500" height="352">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-75114930231518665022010-08-08T14:34:00.003-06:002010-08-08T14:47:55.109-06:00Over the Creekpast the pump shed and through the woods<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/bridgeToShed-500.jpg" width="500" height="750"><br />to Grandmother's cabin we went.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/cabin2010.jpg" width="500" height="675"><br />I made a new friend while I was there.<br /><img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/chipmunk2.jpg" width="500" height="367">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-88259984676211182922010-08-08T00:59:00.001-06:002010-08-08T01:02:02.278-06:00Nibbled Gaillardia<img src="http://www.computerlizards.com/miscellany/nibbledFlower.jpg" width="500" height="446">Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038720046549595274.post-9622461678165348162010-07-29T22:48:00.003-06:002010-07-29T22:50:39.252-06:00Goodbye For a WhileI'm off ot the wilds of Idaho again. I shall return in a bit over a week. Hopefully with some good pictures and maybe a tale or two.Wunx~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09226125660850228005noreply@blogger.com0