31 July, 2016 AVOID BORING PEOPLE
There is no such thing as boring when you hike with this pack, as I did at Pony Pasture this morning:
I was feeling smug when I ordered this book. I found it in the attic recently. Look carefully at this picture. Then scroll to the bottom of this post to see the lesson in humility I learned. According to my Amazon account I bought it in November of 2007.
Meanwhile – ever mindful that the potential for boredom always lurks on the near horizon – I photographed this bright green fly on our trashcan this week:
If you’re of a certain vintage, that picture may call to mind this 1970 classic by Sesame Street’s inimitable Oscar the Grouch singing I Love Trash. It only lasts two minutes; it’s a very, very good use of that brief part of your life.
The original title of this post (before I found that book in the attic this week) was Definition of a nerd. Here’s the dictionary I consulted:
And here’s the definition:
I started thinking about my own nerdy behavior when a Red-tail landed on a light tower across the street for the first time in several months. My enthusiasm was startling even to me; I immediately thought you are such a nerd! But I couldn’t resist a couple of pictures, even though I have hundreds of similar shots from last year. I’m just always enraptured by raptors:
It’s a youngster. Here’s one of it crying, I suspect in forlorn hope its parents will bring it one more mouse or chipmunk. I also suspect that now that it’s full-on summer, its parents are encouraging it to catch its own mice and chipmunks. Which, if it wants to obey its evolutionary mandate and pass its DNA to a new generation, it will:
I had a terrific hike (see first picture today) at Pony Pasture this morning with my dogs Mackey (black) and Turner (brown with pointy ears). We also brought along our regular Sunday morning hiking buddy Yuki (all white). And today we had unexpected guests (but old friends) Lola (brown with floppy ears) and Luna (black and white). I’m solidly in the more-is-better camp when it comes to dogs, but five is about my limit as a solo dog walker. It helps if you have two like Mackey and Yuki in the group; you can practically think about what you want them to do and they do it – they’re easy keepers. Turner’s improving all the time, but he thinks Pony Pasture is no place for whitetail deer, and believes it’s his responsibility to chase them all out. Maybe he’ll calm down. When he’s nine or ten. Three handsome boys and two pretty girls, stopping at the edge of the river for a dip or a sip, depending on which dog it is:
When they all bunch up on this narrow walkway, it’s easy to get the impression I have some control over them – they look so organized. Be assured nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is this is after an hour of hot hiking and they’re considerably less wild than when they first get out of the car. When their leashes look like black nylon spaghetti:
These have been blooming on the edge of the James River at Pony Pasture for a week or more. Evelyn tells me this is a hibiscus. My dictionary (on my Mac, it just says “Dictionary Version 2.2.1”) says this about hibiscus: “…a plant of the mallow family, grown in warm climates for its large brightly colored flowers…”
There’s always just so much life down there, especially at this time of year:
I spotted a nice looking damselfly this week too – not a blue fronted dancer or an ebony jewelwing!:
There are still plenty of pawpaws at the river – more every day – but I’ve posted plenty of pictures already. When they’re edible – very soon – I’ll post another one. Maybe a week from today!
Have a great week (and don’t forget to look at the bottom of this post),
Jay (and Mackey, Turner, Yuki, Lola and Luna. And Dash! (our cat, not shown in this blog post))
I was, as noted earlier, feeling a bit smug when I ordered that book – I come and go on feeling smug. My goal is to never feel smug but I still catch myself from time to time. I thought “ahh, James Watson, co-discoverer of DNA, I’ll bet he knows how to avoid boring people.” I didn’t know – I’m so happy about that now – that this was the whole title until I began reading it – see the reflected word in the middle? It changes everything:
It’s really a book about avoiding being a boring person. Always a humbling message for a person like me who often needs humbling.