When I can't think of a long enough thing to make a whole post, you get this... randomosity.
Yesterday, I learned of something disconcerting. A friend of mine had been throw in Facebook jail. Her only recourse was to appeal the decision, which she did only to be told that they're awfully busy right now and might not have time to get to her. So, she's off FB for the foreseeable future. And she doesn't post anything controversial. Guys without their shirts on. Funny cat/dog pics. Goofy memes about coffee. They didn't even tell her why, other than to spout the standard 'violated community standards' crap. Gah, I am so pissed I can't see straight. Anyway, they didn't touch her author page (show your support and go like it if you're on FB), but she can't touch it either. She can't even log onto FB to look at stuff. Bastards.
I went out fishing yesterday and the first thing I did, before I even got a worm in the water, was to fall on my ass. In their infinite wisdom, they put huge rocks all along the river/creek, so now, in order to bank fish in my favorite spots, I have to traverse some iffy terrain. Loose rocks underfoot... fell on my ass. Unfortunately, I fell with my left leg underneath me, so it got bent all the way to my ass - something it hasn't done in 27 years. And something popped. It hurt like hell and I think I screamed. So, there I sat wondering if I'd well and truly screwed myself. After a time, I figured I'd better get up and see if I could walk to the car. It didn't hurt anymore, but sometimes that happens. I got up. And stood there, still not hurting. Then I wiggled my leg. Still not hurting. Then I bent my leg back and forth. Lo and behold, my leg bent like it used to. Something must've broken loose. Old scar tissue? Anyway, it still bends. I ache all over this morning, but it still bends like it did before my accident. Happy accidents do sometimes happen.
Oh, I caught three fish afterwards. Then I went to a different place, walked all over there and caught one fish.
Oh and I accidentally kicked up a flock of teals. And their were osprey at the other place. I love it here.
In case you're not following my new blog about gardening, I now have zucchini seedlings coming up.
Yesterday, Lumpy's son - the yearling buck - was playing by himself, Tilting his head like was going to fight another buck and jumpy all around. So cute.
The trees here are filled with tweeting birdies. Loads of them. But I haven't laid eyes on any of them and their songs aren't such that I can say I've heard them before, so the birds remain unidentified. Might be finches. Did I mention I love it here?
Okay, off you go to your own regularly scheduled lives. I'll be back again tomorrow with a similar post. Although, now that I've written this, I have to come up with more random things to say. I bet I can do it. ;o)