Saturday, January 30, 2010
This is a tree stump that washed into the marsh at Aaron's Beach, most likely after Hurricaneaster Ida. Isn't it an odd shape?
We have very gifted artists around here who use stumps and driftwood like this as the foundation for things like sculptures.
This one looks a bit like a distorted, contorted heron to me. What do you think?
Unrelated to the above, last night I arrived home from my trip and promptly kissed the ground in my front yard. Then, after shooing off six cats, I raced inside and did a swan dive on my very own, cat-hair-filled bed. Then I unclogged the toilet in the kids' bathroom that was emitting a most foul odor, and cussed while my dial-up internet informed me it was still enjoying its week-long vacation. Then I opened up the icebox to be greeted by the very same pan of lasagna that I told my mother to eat up while I was gone and which now will be the main course for the neighborhood raccoons, who throw parties here every week. Last but not least, there's a 100% chance of snow today.
There's no place like home.