tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58421382178184170692024-03-17T21:30:44.342-06:00Disembodied NinjaMusings and Wanderings of a Truncated PilgrimNinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.comBlogger4177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-36396262166654580442024-03-17T21:29:00.000-06:002024-03-17T21:30:07.346-06:00Kansas<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3OEh-f_mReC8X_SYmGd7JnhPO5FIUs_TQXcb2FAyIY3llKxuLXrO40MZgLIRTJ--9zgveymMX9ljdH2h7Czbd8Vv9GQzU-T270fzFXngMfgppmWrdUQ9V_Nb-tmH_xUHLgCbeAwz3qo94D_dAejbEZbp-GvVs1OGL8e2BhvcY_PnW9XhTUM_bzF20xN8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3OEh-f_mReC8X_SYmGd7JnhPO5FIUs_TQXcb2FAyIY3llKxuLXrO40MZgLIRTJ--9zgveymMX9ljdH2h7Czbd8Vv9GQzU-T270fzFXngMfgppmWrdUQ9V_Nb-tmH_xUHLgCbeAwz3qo94D_dAejbEZbp-GvVs1OGL8e2BhvcY_PnW9XhTUM_bzF20xN8=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7347540614827486402" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-91274282610476965172024-03-16T20:16:00.001-06:002024-03-16T20:16:22.826-06:00Did I Explain It Enough?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqe1UP8Brp_l4mWqRKvspQozK2MxNYtDPdlCg8zIjugAPhTZbpQ_n05v_7KW2FIIo1k3BNKu0NNG2KyPJb_B8IyM3-d6ATKu1wwI8lJ_6Nj91SQnVTdRcBI7arVeWHbrNdzV_RKTECZm-Dsr3dqBFdMk80sTrQGYDc1qHTlvVRWhdFw6awqhmjWBoQCZg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqe1UP8Brp_l4mWqRKvspQozK2MxNYtDPdlCg8zIjugAPhTZbpQ_n05v_7KW2FIIo1k3BNKu0NNG2KyPJb_B8IyM3-d6ATKu1wwI8lJ_6Nj91SQnVTdRcBI7arVeWHbrNdzV_RKTECZm-Dsr3dqBFdMk80sTrQGYDc1qHTlvVRWhdFw6awqhmjWBoQCZg=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7347150528098979314" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-72973738526407718742024-03-15T11:09:00.000-06:002024-03-15T11:09:23.765-06:00Whither Kate?<p> I'm not normally one to gossip or even to pay much attention to what's happening in people-related news, especially when it comes to the British Royal Family (because they and I have absolutely no relevance to each others' lives), but I'm compelled at this point to wonder: <i>where is Princess Kate</i>?</p><p>The British press is a weird, tabloid-driven entity, often cruel, overly prying most of the time, and weirdly tight-lipped at the moment. I'm sure there are many things we don't know about the Royal Family, and there are lies and half-truths and "alternative facts" that abound. Nevertheless, the sparse announcements about a surgery in January, a long hospital stay, an even longer recuperation expected at home out of the public eye, and her absolute absence from anything anywhere, is... concerning. </p><p>There are other rumors that abound now, too. More nefarious. Ugly things, about domestic violence, her husband having a mistress; or worse health issues, eating disorders, mental health breakdowns; and just plain weirdnesses, such as her appearing on reality television as a masked singer. (Now that's ridiculous.) Who knows? No one is saying. Which is the strangest thing of all, really -- people aren't usually that silent.</p><p>I've always liked Kate Middleton, in a<i> from-a-distance, she seems very nice and kind, and always looks so glamorous,</i> sort of way -- she's a sort of woman to admire without knowing very much about her. I really hope she's doing OK. </p><p>Thinking of you, Kate, and wishing you well, wherever you are, and whatever is happening.</p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-456691687147848832024-03-12T11:31:00.002-06:002024-03-12T11:31:37.033-06:00Feel All The Things<p> This morning I had a conversation with someone about Feeling the Feelings.</p><p>So many of us, trained from youth, to avoid, suppress, tamp down, all the Feeling of the Feelings. Especially negative Feelings (except Anger, especially in Men. Men are taught that it's OK to be Angry -- but nothing else.) </p><p>How else can we be fully human, though, if not through Feeling All The Things? </p><p>What is the worst thing that will happen, if we Feel A Feeling? </p><p>-----</p><p>What we should all really do, is learn to be comfortable with sitting with other peoples' Feelings. Because sometimes, Feelings are most safely Felt, when in the company of others. </p><p>Today's task, which I assign all of us:</p><p>Feel a Feeling. </p><p>How is it? Are you comfortable? Uncomfortable? What does the Feeling tell you? What have you learned about the Feeling, and about yourself?</p><p>Do you need company in your Feeling?</p><p>If so, I am here for you. And your Feeling. </p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-79000080457052842352024-03-10T23:45:00.000-06:002024-03-12T11:19:11.611-06:00TinyBun<div dir="auto">This weekend, we worked on tidying the garage. (A monumental task, to be sure.) This included weeding some bins that contained old stuffed animals -- such as this wee tiny bun. Rabbits have, in fact, long been a theme in the house.<div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">So cute.</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1KnESl_H76gUTC5wH6kv00m9ORIZeK8PLb5hLDajPrGYW3t11j-uJAeR97JIhiCMIF7_gMlYRshQK8Nw6EDGIR9ThhQKqfhkEegMypDAcHGrby8_hkMgmKPVCr6f1FqkLicChIH1wdS7-vswNYejiOFJsAa_0Oa9Oeeeyl4FkLr5_r6f2SFZ8wI0TNYs"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7344978096374692850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1KnESl_H76gUTC5wH6kv00m9ORIZeK8PLb5hLDajPrGYW3t11j-uJAeR97JIhiCMIF7_gMlYRshQK8Nw6EDGIR9ThhQKqfhkEegMypDAcHGrby8_hkMgmKPVCr6f1FqkLicChIH1wdS7-vswNYejiOFJsAa_0Oa9Oeeeyl4FkLr5_r6f2SFZ8wI0TNYs=s320" /></a></p></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-42445904809866476772024-03-07T11:29:00.000-07:002024-03-07T11:32:42.342-07:00Theme<p class="mobile-photo">This past weekend, while Beloved Husband was away, one of the activities I assigned myself to get out of the house was to go to a local store and get a new tablecloth and runner for the dining area table. There were Easter items on sale, and so I ended up with a rabbit-themed runner, plus a few other rabbit-themed tablecloths for the kitchen table as well. </p><p class="mobile-photo">Why not? I'm in my Rabbit Era at the moment, having all the pet Buns and all. I'll look back on this time fondly one day, when the rabbits are all gone. Rabbits it is. </p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJCXc3S9xVwhdFqSBsVBCXzZ3JPxXbLR1hF543nMmWiCEtoc4JLfJAIzcKwmN4XNQK6ZYpVCkhYX-jJIv1PrOCwCwqGT4hQkTa27_cQkKjpTM7ZDeB8j8RgJdqi8O6aChaXidRVvHAemFo-Nlll34ja4laFzGEWIu9u_1lwptJaMj-w1uY1uE1KT-JBkE"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7343690579680601330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJCXc3S9xVwhdFqSBsVBCXzZ3JPxXbLR1hF543nMmWiCEtoc4JLfJAIzcKwmN4XNQK6ZYpVCkhYX-jJIv1PrOCwCwqGT4hQkTa27_cQkKjpTM7ZDeB8j8RgJdqi8O6aChaXidRVvHAemFo-Nlll34ja4laFzGEWIu9u_1lwptJaMj-w1uY1uE1KT-JBkE=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-21667587501183654222024-03-05T10:56:00.004-07:002024-03-07T11:21:03.713-07:00Young at Heart<p> Beloved Husband has completed another trip around the sun. Cheerful; eternally young-on-the-inside; a man who is fond of Dad Jokes, of four-wheel-driving in the desert and motorcycling and traveling along on the open roads; the human whom the rabbits all quickly approach in the hopes he will share bananas with them. </p><p>He works hard, plays hard; enjoys spending time with his friends from a wide variety of walks of life, not only from business acquaintances but also from extracurricular activities, and even from as far back as high school. Everyone loves him, speaks highly of him, relies on him. </p><p>It's a full life he leads, and each year seems to pass in the blink of an eye. I do the best I can to better his life every day -- to ensure that all the minutiae of Life are handled, so that he has the time and freedom for what he desires. </p><p>Happy birthday, Beloved Husband. I hope you find time for all of the Good Things. And I hope that all of your dreams come true. </p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-7622984064697083682024-03-03T20:31:00.001-07:002024-03-03T20:32:28.895-07:00Picturesque Bun<p class="mobile-photo">Ms. Poppy likes to recline <i>just near enough</i>, that if I get up, I will disturb her. And so I sit, quietly, while she relaxes nearby. </p><p class="mobile-photo">She sure is a pretty bun.</p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJICvFwM4X138lte-Trl5SXUFXRkbsIdWv5gAULyzV5EX0G2CZwjTnn5_IXfoxIPG_SC3YwU8y8SBl9Rc12bwmxGoXHo1Igan0t_kAfB0UrN0pfBxPUPjS03yPhV6ZbeihQm2ZoiO411p-22HwOQsqYWPqg7Pzc65Mt-4y0WAfVrxKjeHhhopPihnE9KM"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7342345751735350050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJICvFwM4X138lte-Trl5SXUFXRkbsIdWv5gAULyzV5EX0G2CZwjTnn5_IXfoxIPG_SC3YwU8y8SBl9Rc12bwmxGoXHo1Igan0t_kAfB0UrN0pfBxPUPjS03yPhV6ZbeihQm2ZoiO411p-22HwOQsqYWPqg7Pzc65Mt-4y0WAfVrxKjeHhhopPihnE9KM=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-71531204243724673302024-03-02T17:26:00.005-07:002024-03-03T20:30:19.937-07:00Weedy<p> I spent an hour weeding the front yard. It was nice, in its own way. </p><p>The yard sorely needed attention. Some of the weeds came up right away; others, though, had tenacious roots and clung petulantly to the rocky soil. </p><p>Some weeds just looked plain menacing. <a href="https://littleshop.fandom.com/wiki/Audrey_II">Audrey II-type weeds</a>. Ominous. </p><p>Yikes. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWosZPvl8NJ9nqr9YG_7zr2d4Qwr-xNxVX52YeCSZu2XC04DhyphenhyphenUySe7r6Xr3YXZUk9hset-TiKkZBZfVqFAvpdYPg8GQJkkG6IQ8D44I6Ho-25O52RkXlgoGQlqTXeEOYf3NQmOboDbw_f_K4kZZlW6gvEaoODGWQmcGDy0ORLcbOhXvU11KSg612BWxk/s4624/20240302_085758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="2084" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWosZPvl8NJ9nqr9YG_7zr2d4Qwr-xNxVX52YeCSZu2XC04DhyphenhyphenUySe7r6Xr3YXZUk9hset-TiKkZBZfVqFAvpdYPg8GQJkkG6IQ8D44I6Ho-25O52RkXlgoGQlqTXeEOYf3NQmOboDbw_f_K4kZZlW6gvEaoODGWQmcGDy0ORLcbOhXvU11KSg612BWxk/s320/20240302_085758.jpg" width="144" /></a></div>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-39516238545884730562024-03-01T10:20:00.001-07:002024-03-03T20:25:17.073-07:00Twenty-Nine<p> Offspring the Second turned twenty-nine today.</p><p>He's fully fledged, living his own life. We don't hear from him terribly often -- he's always been his own person, a Man of Few Words, so it's not surprising. As time goes by, I find myself missing him more: his quiet wit, his thoughtfulness, the way he would be kind to the elderly pets. His encyclopedic knowledge about all sorts of things. </p><p>He will always be Infinitely Cooler than I am. I'm OK with that. I wish I could touch upon his orbit more often, witness his life a bit more. Maybe I'll try to find a time to go visit his neck of the woods, just to see how he lives. If that's OK with him -- I don't want to intrude. </p><p>I'm so proud of him. I hope he knows. He's such a bright shining star, an intelligent, magnificent human being.</p><p>I wish good things for you always, Offspring the Second. Happy birthday. </p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-43429760210072161002024-02-27T20:23:00.002-07:002024-02-27T20:23:11.689-07:00Supermassive <p> Today's earworm: <a href="https://youtu.be/Xsp3_a-PMTw?feature=shared"><i>Supermassive Black Hole</i>, by Muse. </a></p><p>SO STUCK IN MY HEAD.</p><p>Enjoy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Xsp3_a-PMTw" width="320" youtube-src-id="Xsp3_a-PMTw"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-45140850329372928542024-02-26T22:08:00.000-07:002024-02-27T20:20:49.904-07:00Current Mood<div dir="auto"><div>Heart and Brain, nailing it as always. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlzb4x0Qr5aY5_36c-8vmDJOptWxvLUjYyZkXklAA2Qmjvif68zgq6_xKQtgkKcImQMEQ-nHO44npdP6liK-2ZUkRa3zal7KOok5h5-ePcbWZKgcDNYpGBCa_qaGW1z-RmGeoAZCeUGG9GMEmXSOFf4YDdgflmG71CZ4KaIEAgpQ5W1nLaC-9fTemy8OE"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7340144455806813714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlzb4x0Qr5aY5_36c-8vmDJOptWxvLUjYyZkXklAA2Qmjvif68zgq6_xKQtgkKcImQMEQ-nHO44npdP6liK-2ZUkRa3zal7KOok5h5-ePcbWZKgcDNYpGBCa_qaGW1z-RmGeoAZCeUGG9GMEmXSOFf4YDdgflmG71CZ4KaIEAgpQ5W1nLaC-9fTemy8OE=s320" /></a></div></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-10802513569969832132024-02-23T23:31:00.000-07:002024-02-27T20:20:22.090-07:00Catnap<div dir="auto">Offspring the Third and his kitties are enjoying their Bachelor Pad. I am happy for them, though I do miss having them here with us under our roof. <p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqKT2XfvEkAMvntlrdaJu4jhnxNnxqxexcS1jjG8uuCr60kNkK3gEM8FmMFb2z0z2tmKfXYVRCo3iVpsaehfDP5y3_LXS-C-PIQNZfISc-aJ0Xat17u_pCq5j7Iev3aYqky6goGfNoHejpkFM_zghcE3n5AYqw0wrR-4yusu8TMarkf0MRNwKFFcZscNA"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7339052579912504514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqKT2XfvEkAMvntlrdaJu4jhnxNnxqxexcS1jjG8uuCr60kNkK3gEM8FmMFb2z0z2tmKfXYVRCo3iVpsaehfDP5y3_LXS-C-PIQNZfISc-aJ0Xat17u_pCq5j7Iev3aYqky6goGfNoHejpkFM_zghcE3n5AYqw0wrR-4yusu8TMarkf0MRNwKFFcZscNA=s320" /></a></p></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-26304878882808403702024-02-20T14:02:00.001-07:002024-02-27T20:20:03.180-07:00Scorched<div dir="auto">What a beautiful little piece of poetry. <p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxnpvuN8nBd-VeQG4OtcF9WS5q9Fz8zoeosF2ceyKDPBRXhUNI8mHf3kIrbfCL1YjNJaoMCaOvrTGnwESbP1ow1XplWqIkFSkVq4tVAMk5bNFPCPBykQLURog9pzrs_0sn1K1EuLqfG4bQ8FE8ildBDEWYqouMvZXlogh_BqLsukOU9jfX3wcQXJgczJo"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7337792459576306050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxnpvuN8nBd-VeQG4OtcF9WS5q9Fz8zoeosF2ceyKDPBRXhUNI8mHf3kIrbfCL1YjNJaoMCaOvrTGnwESbP1ow1XplWqIkFSkVq4tVAMk5bNFPCPBykQLURog9pzrs_0sn1K1EuLqfG4bQ8FE8ildBDEWYqouMvZXlogh_BqLsukOU9jfX3wcQXJgczJo=s320" /></a></p></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-6696814225431562542024-02-18T13:19:00.002-07:002024-02-18T13:19:37.963-07:00Daydream<i>Sometimes I daydream<br />About being valued for who I am<br />And not just for what I can do</i><div><i>For others</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>And I pause</i></div><div><i>In the midst of all my Doing,</i></div><div><i>All my Paperwork, all my Tasks</i></div><div><i>And I contemplate</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>When I am loved</i></div><div><i>In a way that, unexpectedly, </i></div><div><i>brings me a beverage</i></div><div><i>Just because</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Or a way that</i></div><div><i>Tells me all the right words</i></div><div><i>In just the right moment --</i></div><div><i>And I sigh</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>And I shuffle my papers</i></div><div><i>And keep going.</i></div>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-86598138927120516652024-02-15T21:41:00.000-07:002024-02-15T21:41:28.234-07:00Paperwork<p> <i>Herself speaks.</i></p><p>So, <a href="https://disembodiedninja.blogspot.com/2024/02/night-flight.html">while I was traveling</a> last week, I spent some time with my Mother, and helped her to sell Daddy's car. I am the Paperwork Person for such tasks: I went armed with the car title and the affidavit of spouse and my certificate as Personal Representative, and pulled up the Will and the registration and all the various Things we needed. Ta-daa! All the Papers. Mission accomplished. Mom was pleased and relieved, and I am pleased and relieved for her.</p><p>I have the tidy-up tasks now. I have communicated with the Registry of Motor Vehicles about cancelling the registration (special paperwork, as the Personal Representative of the estate), and I've put in a request to cancel the toll transponder. After the registration cancellation goes through, then I can work on speaking with the insurance, and then take care of the reimbursement of the excise tax for the town in which Mom lives. Piece by piece, all the papers. This is what I do. It is, essentially, who I am. </p><p>I do not mind being the Paperwork Person. I feel accomplished, in a way, when all the bits are straightened out and everything is Done. I am Useful. I have Purpose. </p><p>Every now and then, though, I am... Tired. </p><p>I finish my Paperwork, and I have a tiny inner secret longing:</p><p>I wish <i>I </i>were paperwork, and that someone else would tend to me carefully, too. </p><p>I am still not good at taking care of myself. </p><p>I must continue to try, though. </p>NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-43581118840602345312024-02-13T21:39:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:42:58.216-07:00Positive<p class="mobile-photo">I traveled last week, and then WHOOPS fell into a black hole, and now it's a week later, and I've written nothing about the trip (or anything else), and I'm still behind on everything. But I'm trying to catch up. One day at a time. I'll get there. </p><p class="mobile-photo">Positive potato believes in me! And I believe in you! We can do the Thing!</p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi92-BuxfDnFXQJLNRo2G3iiybqXm_lDSfQUQvEQmevWuBdrcQVd4zt1CFJcxTGbgnTdGbgD8pTzh7GadlVkq7Ve9HNU1aNSfPc0cJfI9inQe5HMEWu8NIRfbAuMleVzBXDOqKfmM4yMBFtP6WYkyV0O-2YddyDk48wkz7kM4cQVAwKrsImlXIwrZLBwbU"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7335312624561323458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi92-BuxfDnFXQJLNRo2G3iiybqXm_lDSfQUQvEQmevWuBdrcQVd4zt1CFJcxTGbgnTdGbgD8pTzh7GadlVkq7Ve9HNU1aNSfPc0cJfI9inQe5HMEWu8NIRfbAuMleVzBXDOqKfmM4yMBFtP6WYkyV0O-2YddyDk48wkz7kM4cQVAwKrsImlXIwrZLBwbU=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-91572973087361104792024-02-07T20:12:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:41:30.087-07:00Night Flight<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxAeBTYAjWemZhArsMOvTN8QnZeRbocCQHuEs9Xxv19ZN1e4Jl6bPshYT340jQsAvjY2sSDh1DPXcAVmtw9kamySw20R-mLD6ZHK9X80COxkX9IS32EPfoJHiNcVqwQUoMZjdZOBILk48WNPXjgyXBWNvPN-lPgmtCUH-Wr3MuZ_b6kHf4Tyq5f0i9EXw"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7333063859747774690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxAeBTYAjWemZhArsMOvTN8QnZeRbocCQHuEs9Xxv19ZN1e4Jl6bPshYT340jQsAvjY2sSDh1DPXcAVmtw9kamySw20R-mLD6ZHK9X80COxkX9IS32EPfoJHiNcVqwQUoMZjdZOBILk48WNPXjgyXBWNvPN-lPgmtCUH-Wr3MuZ_b6kHf4Tyq5f0i9EXw=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-49818724870413983982024-02-06T06:57:00.000-07:002024-02-13T21:41:18.513-07:00Bun in Bed<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjMLQw8NPORvh7OwDgMf2bC-BGEORTzhuL6q8YU8_D5_nHatM-GU-uSHS8tiYwgLU3yq52auo8I54UyJt99l9caCn2PNYq5oJu9yBQwH567IjRt6pTbnYvE9A_l6yDVOmhQCizDNJWY1aFnCg6v1nluzkAuapL-dpq0ZpR7Cu0mVm2AuvLI7O1OFo1MmE"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7332487967995200290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjMLQw8NPORvh7OwDgMf2bC-BGEORTzhuL6q8YU8_D5_nHatM-GU-uSHS8tiYwgLU3yq52auo8I54UyJt99l9caCn2PNYq5oJu9yBQwH567IjRt6pTbnYvE9A_l6yDVOmhQCizDNJWY1aFnCg6v1nluzkAuapL-dpq0ZpR7Cu0mVm2AuvLI7O1OFo1MmE=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-34339808448349528262024-02-03T22:41:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:41:06.365-07:00Magic Carpet Buns<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi874PCYbPuiYeqDSfxuz7tsyh7DrwyToOh_aIKy6y2SzxhzTIJlEqnqhFivs8xamES8AXWm3BiRMgh6AJILmQIXxJAlXAmzQ2ptr-27f5XavhO4-d7VYHzyYWDkUZa3748wlgfar9J6u1lvEBfjkSQAYj0lnE19d-CFAijgmIHRMFLT0EwMNLaZ1bBvso"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7331617836445507810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi874PCYbPuiYeqDSfxuz7tsyh7DrwyToOh_aIKy6y2SzxhzTIJlEqnqhFivs8xamES8AXWm3BiRMgh6AJILmQIXxJAlXAmzQ2ptr-27f5XavhO4-d7VYHzyYWDkUZa3748wlgfar9J6u1lvEBfjkSQAYj0lnE19d-CFAijgmIHRMFLT0EwMNLaZ1bBvso=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-55575589708733715922024-01-31T21:29:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:40:54.220-07:00Taking a Walk<p class="mobile-photo">Motivating! Must keep going....</p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixFqmhNm7NMYj1R3RLWEUn0olG6_uKltLtE2t8JCdQ7R0XfaEqUOszuBKuuq5eoHZS4yrN-HXo5zYb9rPOlz2YSdQrTXEaxoZjzo4mFvzfktnEV0z-6GbS1Bqvx2elpW_5eEafK4ILgVKLGHWQyjLmtlZde48Xq-l2w20A8jA-H6uRiG14_K-cBAklV2s"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7330485965285501538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixFqmhNm7NMYj1R3RLWEUn0olG6_uKltLtE2t8JCdQ7R0XfaEqUOszuBKuuq5eoHZS4yrN-HXo5zYb9rPOlz2YSdQrTXEaxoZjzo4mFvzfktnEV0z-6GbS1Bqvx2elpW_5eEafK4ILgVKLGHWQyjLmtlZde48Xq-l2w20A8jA-H6uRiG14_K-cBAklV2s=s320" /></a></p> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-17101728379729296902024-01-28T21:59:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:40:29.085-07:00Sunset<p class="mobile-photo">While trying to accomplish eight hundred thousand things today, I passed by the kitchen window and caught a glimpse of a deep red sunset. The photo didn't do it justice at all. It was unexpectedly beautiful. </p><div dir="auto">Thank you, Mother Nature. Lovely. </div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht2VY92y3jd9uZn8MiMFBSE9njaqjW1IB4o-OAy7nVWrRD4ekbelbfc8E2BsCIxf3Yv19ThUhptrueyVTrqAkpEAaRHz7DFISPY0_tNOLeIBl5jK-YKKm-gaFuCDik9Tv2eKX5sw_jZIrFc7EA1N8N67lZ0VKMWUi5rdo5AUeO9XGL9XEi86ncccs2nxQ"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7329380539339997714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht2VY92y3jd9uZn8MiMFBSE9njaqjW1IB4o-OAy7nVWrRD4ekbelbfc8E2BsCIxf3Yv19ThUhptrueyVTrqAkpEAaRHz7DFISPY0_tNOLeIBl5jK-YKKm-gaFuCDik9Tv2eKX5sw_jZIrFc7EA1N8N67lZ0VKMWUi5rdo5AUeO9XGL9XEi86ncccs2nxQ=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><br /></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-29601811693344801012024-01-26T21:32:00.001-07:002024-02-13T21:40:07.050-07:00Birthday Buns<p class="mobile-photo">The buns are three today. Happy birthday, bunnies!!</p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi53ylv8ZbT3oVrKh5g8WhLBalHGrCk4JEu6cHVGjFF3OK2sbEBcvwyLiU19lGTd_5qOiopQuGzSNur3S1G90mxX3-GPS9eNl1e9NFZ2jIlhcEek8pz3wAaSQ8SSYTnMNiyriMs_gMtXGInNf2QfBlNRD-mEHDoIeQiq7_nhZa_FCaaYSUr9n7YcvGe6NQ"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7328631324461396402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi53ylv8ZbT3oVrKh5g8WhLBalHGrCk4JEu6cHVGjFF3OK2sbEBcvwyLiU19lGTd_5qOiopQuGzSNur3S1G90mxX3-GPS9eNl1e9NFZ2jIlhcEek8pz3wAaSQ8SSYTnMNiyriMs_gMtXGInNf2QfBlNRD-mEHDoIeQiq7_nhZa_FCaaYSUr9n7YcvGe6NQ=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-83330429630016488062024-01-24T11:22:00.000-07:002024-02-13T21:39:49.758-07:00Laze<p class="mobile-photo">The buns just lie about sometimes. </p><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">It's a nice life they lead. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">I am happy for them. I do the best I can to make sure they have a good life, within the confines of my own life.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Good buns.</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg83HO7itZjJQRzssI2qzSwFtlfeTJ7m_ssHUo2fFbqelXdnEwuNQ-bpZOH9BRIzBgBQhnyABGsQBqRI6LYfrufDoEWncM65YkP18WpOssRhMcDIE7MURAdUznZcDKIQJB01xwPagJkAekOS7c4Wt9zLAI70ka3QrcFmbbECBbt8WLGwRK9kPGIUGP_mXc"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7327732182188567714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg83HO7itZjJQRzssI2qzSwFtlfeTJ7m_ssHUo2fFbqelXdnEwuNQ-bpZOH9BRIzBgBQhnyABGsQBqRI6LYfrufDoEWncM65YkP18WpOssRhMcDIE7MURAdUznZcDKIQJB01xwPagJkAekOS7c4Wt9zLAI70ka3QrcFmbbECBbt8WLGwRK9kPGIUGP_mXc=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><br /></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842138217818417069.post-87504446019144186582024-01-21T22:19:00.000-07:002024-01-21T22:41:17.122-07:00Sands of Time<p class="mobile-photo"><i>Herself speaks.</i></p><p class="mobile-photo">Yesterday marked one year since my lovely Daddy's passing from this earth. It's hard to believe it has been a full year, and yet only a year. </p><p class="mobile-photo">It has been a long, terrible year. For many reasons, including the absence of my beloved, lovely Daddy.</p><p class="mobile-photo">-----</p><p class="mobile-photo">I drove out to White Sands. It was cool, and cloudy, and ever so quiet. I took a walk out, careful to mark my path lest I get lost in the sea of dunes. I sat for a while. I tried to talk to Daddy, but I didn't really know what to say.</p><p class="mobile-photo"><i>I'm taking care of things.</i></p><p class="mobile-photo"><i>I've tried my best.</i></p><p class="mobile-photo"><i>I hope you are at peace.</i></p><p class="mobile-photo">I wrote, <i>I miss you,</i> into the sand. The winds will blow it away in time. </p><p class="mobile-photo">I walked back through the dunes. Back to reality. </p><p class="mobile-photo">On we go. </p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCYLvIdiVClChAep0yng0DBPOXJtyI4yj__b8o7iZtpbCzUAFS70nt7e5IEfuyTOySyK8-yYDxcIOfm2KZIf5DEo53CBwPaYqm9WkO0MkpfoOzluQUNm4gUfUt5gjf2dp0r4MTuCPDVCLKwzxi7abvyVgHCA_O8dFHCYGCswydw3sjDk1KW106d7wq5gI"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7326788210509116802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCYLvIdiVClChAep0yng0DBPOXJtyI4yj__b8o7iZtpbCzUAFS70nt7e5IEfuyTOySyK8-yYDxcIOfm2KZIf5DEo53CBwPaYqm9WkO0MkpfoOzluQUNm4gUfUt5gjf2dp0r4MTuCPDVCLKwzxi7abvyVgHCA_O8dFHCYGCswydw3sjDk1KW106d7wq5gI=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"></div> NinjaHeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208029873738698412noreply@blogger.com0