May 12, 2008
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“Fun will commence.”
Oh little first bat of the evening–the winds are cold beneath the twilight moon.
So, the sirens went off around 4:30 this morning. Or that’s when I woke up on the living room couch as usual, crashing during adult swim anime earlier. . Actually could barely hear them through the heavy rain, but some sounds still reach you. The system here is that all of them are out of sync with each other–so it makes a series of various, peculiar science fiction overlapping wails.
So up from 4:30 am to 6:30 am until it had cleared past me. So far when they show computer “rotations” a few miles west of me they’ve headed southeast–which fortunate for me but not for many other people.
No rest for the wicked. Orange roses in center, and yellow upper left center, and red to right, and the pots now have water plants floating in them.
World’s largest carving on Stone Mountain at night. The 25th anniversary laser show is the best ever, with well integrated pyrotechnics, and tremendously new improved stereo system. It’s as good–as it was bad two years ago.
Deep blue mini iris blooming in new flowers beds expanding out front. I didn’t mean to get my hand in there, but it was waving around and I was trying to make it stand still (I told my date–nyuk nyuk nyuk)
Another 24th birthday successfully recreated last month. Scrumptious Dino sundae.Red thing is the spoon.
La primavera a Chateau Carter. If the grammar is incorrect–bite me. It sounded good–haha.
Back at ya. Deconstructing the front yard. The future Wilaway Gardens as I banish grass–if I had any–it’s all weeds. At least people aren’t leaving “lawn repair” notices in the mailbox like last year. And I would have like to have told them Drought! Watering ban! There’s a reason it’s dead. ha.
I’d almost kill for a Coca Cola float right now–but have neither.
Secret path just behind. Now that it’s been bloomed out–time for pruning and refurbishing. The 4 baby robins in the nest by office window long gone–so hope they made it somewhere
The heartbreak of diamorpha. But for pennies a day you too can make a difference. Give generously! (see my e-mail)
Let this be a lesson to you. If you’re not paying attention, the Puppeteer will come down off the stage and drag you up front to be the cat.
Comments (10)
fortunately the tornadoes are a rare thing around here as i wouldn’t have a siren to hear! yard work is at the top of my current list of things to do too. peace, Al
Glad the storms missed ya, Wil. The gardens/flowers/what not look good.
i love falling asleep to adult swim. those cartoons take on a whole new meaning when one is groggy. nice house and great flowers. thanks for sharing!
My dreams then intermix with the Tv–haha.
That red thing did not look like a spoon. I am glad that you clarified. Love all the pictures!
Your lawn’s looking pretty.
I have always been afraid of the puppeteer and no less such after this read
That sundae looks interesting. I thought the spoon was a penis. Nice job with the yard.
Or a light saber.
Can’t it be a light saber AND a penis?
Your grammar was right, just 2 different languages.