What a set up there was in handball! That ball was just the right height for a killer.

I minimized myself on the walk around the building and entered the handball tourney. There were games going on all around the building. On each pillar there were matches set up and the roster was completely invisible to me when I was maximized, but, when minimized, I was amazed that I had missed it. Brotha had included me again, knowing that although I had said no thank you to his personal invitation; on the day of the matches I couldn't help but change my mind. He said you will have no pain as soon as the whistle blows, your knee will amazingly feel no pain. I took him up on that and he was certainly right about that.
Brother had me scheduled for center court, although I can never understand why he always does that to me. A tough cookie those leprechauns are. They can ski and play handball tourneys in the same day. Not me! It was all that I could do to keep up with them in handball. Brother had the photographers take a picture right when the killer happened. Like he knew it was going to happen. That girl is going to be something when she gets her head together. Yep, I said and we winked at eachother. I hate handball, I said. I know he said, what do you like. Nothing I said. I know he said. Just keep doing nothing and I will keep inviting you to the tourneys. Okay, I said.

Ellie the cow was the first to sit down and start chewing cud this morning.

The rest of the girls were still sniffing the blades; choosing the most choice and moist blades for first consumption. Ellie was done first and this didn't seem to phase the other girls in the least. We will be sitting and chewing for the rest of the day. That is our job, chewing cud to make the most succulent milk on the planet. They think very much of their job and that is why they are very careful to choose the perfect blades of grass, for eating. The rains and light mists were no deterrent or slowdown for their determined eating schedule. These girls are tremendous consumers of the grass. I love watching the gossip that they enter into on the rainy day, of course, Hess had her umbrella.


The sparrows had their rain dance with the turtle doves watching the show from the tiptops of the trees. It was adorable to see how they flew in formations and gave their friends a rain show that was truly worth their while to endure the wet weather to see.


I was so grateful the other day that God's timer included leaving the rainbow out for me to see when I got out of work. He certainly could have rolled it up, even 5 minutes earlier or caused the sunset to overtake it 5 minutes earlier. He didn't! He allowed me to see my very first complete semicircular rainbow from stem to stern. There must have been a pot of gold somewhere at either end it was so clear. I didn't have time to chase it to look or to photograph the wondrous spectacle.<

The Duck Family had a party last night.

They have a party every Friday and Saturday because they live at the center of town. There are always tourists and partygoers to share party food with. Mother duck sends her babies to bed before she and Mr. Duck head out on the town. They were all cackling loudly, when I passed them.
First, my vanity made me think that they were laughing at me, because I was limping from my bum knee. I know that they hadn't seen me limping like that and I must look alot older to them. They weren't laughing and they told me so. They were just happy to see me. It had been so long and the Goose family had them convinced of the worst having happened to me. They greeted me profusely and I them. It is nice to have friends of different species.

Bessie had some bit of gossip to share with me today, when we passed.

Because I was late, I didn't hear the news. She was running toward the fence. I call it running. I have never seen her walk that fast before. It is proud for me to think that she was running to meet me. But, she is my friend and I listen to the gossip about Hess and the Tess and I usually have a minute at the stop light to look into her eyes and listen to a moo or two. Not today, I was late for work. I hope she remembers tomorrow.:)

Mother Goose showed out this morning as usual.

She said Mommy, I know that the fog is going to bother you this morning. Its thick as soup she said carrying her younguns in the direction away from the blinding mists. I giggled that she would be so considerate to remember my lack of fondness for that semiprecipitous state.

They weren’t in their usual family formation. I guess(though I didn’t ask) they have a fog formation. Well, I saw the fog formation this morning. Who reads fog formation on the ground? Not me. I said. Either they have fog formation or they are Lutherans and celebrating the 95 theses in goose. It was a perfect Halloween and Reformation day weather pattern, as though they put Martin Luther himself on cloud duty in heaven. Martin doesn’t play with the clouds. If we are going to have clouds they should be at our door like the theses.
I do hate the fog, but it seemed appropriate this morning. A fitting day for the pretense of Halloween. The geese are reformed and celebrate the harvest and Lutheran because their celebration included a flight in the fog without the horns. What a celebration we had in our neighborhood! It was absolutely adorable.