Is it pussy willow season already?
Because if had known that, I’d’ve picked up a rose/pussy willow bouquet for Sister Mary Ignatius Mouse last Sunday. I thought about it on Saturday but I just figgered there weren’t any pussy willows anywhere. And there are old dead, dried-up roses everywhere around the Landfill. I figgered Mouse didn’t need to start cluttering up her apartment with old dried-up roses, so I didn’t want to get those without some pussy willows. Yes, I know that doesn’t make sense. Anyway, today there were pussy willows at Whole Foods. Where they got ’em, I dunno. It’s in the 40s again today but I am thinking it’s been too cold. But I have a black thumb, so who knows. If I’d known they were available, I might’ve picked some up.
And I dunno what else. Mystery ice-clinkers were not about the landfill last night. I think that’s because they were busy throwing thunderbolts and buckets of cow you-know-what down from wherever they are onto the 21st century crop of idjit bankers. I have no further words other than do not let your banker talk you into financial suicide. He/she is probably stupider than you are. In this day and age, yes really. Or else totally consumed with buying $300K commodes or whatever the heck it was. Does the word “greed” ring a bell? Kee-reist!
And, yes, as I’ve said before, one of the perks of my job is that I get to drive by the Planet Ann Arbor airport on my way to and from work. I know, y’all are scratching your heads wondering why that is a perk. I don’t know. I’m sure it isn’t a perk for most of the other impatient drivers who have to take that stretch of State St. to get to work. Most of them are yapping on their cell phones. But I love it. Most of the planes at that airport are small ones but there are commuter-type jets and helicopters, and occasionally the Goodyear Blimp lands there. Whenever I am driving by and something lands or takes off, I feel just a little tiny bit of an upbeat. I guess it comes from slugging around on Fin Family Moominbeach watching the lake freighters go by. No matter how many times you see one coming up or going down, it never seems to get old. Why? I do not know.
February 25th, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Am I right? Shopping cart art? (They’re called “buggies” around here….)
February 25th, 2009 at 8:12 pm
Ooooh! I have always loved going by airports – be they the little ones like James Clements in Bay City or bigger ones like Bishop. (If the airports are too big, then it seems to be all the big airliners.) Something about the variety in styles for the smaller aircraft fascinates me.
Dunno about too many others, but the sound of an aircraft passing overhead is enough to make me pause and look skywards…. I STILL remember as a kid watching a fighter/bomber go over AND at just that moment it changed its wing configuration! Yes, it was one-a those “swing-wing” Vietnam Era warjets. Maybe that’s why I continue to stop and look up – hoping to see something beautifully unusual!!
I’ve noticed over the past couple of years that the ol’ DC-3’s seem to be completely retired from active service… they had such a unique engine sound. Also, anyone else notice that the *sound* of aircraft seems a bit different as we start to exit Winter? There’s some difference in the sound that is uniquely “springlike” – I’m sure the geeks will come up with some theories! (See if they jibe with any of mine 😉 )
February 26th, 2009 at 7:10 pm
I have a pussy willow bush (that has grown into a small tree) in my yard, and I am keeping an eye on it. I think it will bloom very soon.
Right now, I am learning from the channel 7 news how to commit suicide using a tank of helium that I can buy at my local party store. I wish the idiot reporters on T.V. would think before they report stories like that. I wonder how many kids are going to see if it works or not. Watching the news is getting dangerous to your health. Well, maybe it has been that way for a while. Am I the only one who thinks it is stupid to give detailed instructions on how to kill yourself on the early evening news?