The calendar says that spoonbill season opens Friday, March 15. If past years are a good indicator, there will be a crowd on the river bank at Schell City, Taberville and who knows where Thursday night with a roaring fire for warmth while waiting for the stroke of midnight to make the first cast. I may wander up that way Friday to get some photos for you. I never did do the midnight thing even when I thought I was mad at them.
- It’s been a pretty quiet week. Lots of rain. We need both. There are still snow piles on some parking lots to remind us of how it was last week. I sent photos to Adrian and Davis. Adrian thought it was cold in Shreveport Monday morning when they were in the 40s and we were about 30.
- I clicked on a pop-up ad on our web site the other day that was advertising T-shirts. I found way too many amusing to tell you about so I asked Kimball and Wanda to help me pare down the list. We took out most of the mean ones:
• I am currently unsupervised. I know, it freaks me out, too, but the possibilities are endless. (I frequently comment about having no adult supervision.)
• I took a pain pill…why are you still here?
• (Kimball, a former English teacher really likes this one:) Let’s eat Grandma. Let’s eat, Grandma. Punctuation saves lives.
• Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it most, never use it.
• Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
• When I was a kid…no wait, I still do that.
• When I was a kid, I wanted to be older…this is not what I expected.
• There are three kinds of people in this world: those who are good at math and those who aren’t.
• Some days, it’s just not worth chewing through the restraints.
• My train of thought derailed. There were no survivors.