The Zombies Ate My Brains

Rescuing what might remain of the grey matter.

Archive for July 2017

Changing Seasons July 2017

It’s July – summer time here in the Northern Hemisphere. Judging by what I read, or more precisely what I don’t read on WordPress, I’m no different from other bloggers who are otherwise engaged. That means I’m not posting or commenting as frequently as I usually do. But it’s raining today, so I’m going to take this opportunity to contribute to the Changing Seasons blog challenge for July. Mostly, this […]

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Share Your World – July 17, 2017

What is your favorite cheese? Wensleydale. I’ve never eaten it, and I doubt I ever will unless I can find an emporium that carries goodies from the UK. But I love it anyway, because of Wallace and Gromit. I first learned of the variety of English cheese from Nick Park’s A Grand Day Out, a wonderfully sweet and funny Claymation. Wallace and Gromit are out of cheese so they build […]

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The Cat Came Back

An interesting feature about our place here in Cobalt is the number of outbuildings surrounding the house, on and beyond our property. On the property “proper” sits the house, a garage, a bunkie, and a powder magazine.  All quite normal for this part of the world. Pardon? No, not powder room, powder magazine. The building that holds explosives. I know! Welcome to Cobalt! Other structures, like those in the woods […]

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A Trifle for One-Liner Wednesday

‘Nugatory’ is a word. ***   ***   *** No, it’s not a phone typo. It’s not even a MS Word typo, which I expected when I misspelled ‘negatory.’ Is it a useless word? In a word, yes. Or no, since it merits an entry in the Oxford Dictionary: Origin Early 17th century: from Latin nugatorius, from nugari ‘to trifle’, from nugae ‘jests’.   ***   ***   *** You […]

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Serviceberries are Ready!

The serviceberries are ready! Know how I know? Bear poop. Red, gritty bear poop all along the trails. Sure enough, as we walked along Nipissing Road toward home, I found a bush with burgundy berries. It was a good ‘un. More sweet than sour, not what I’d call juicy, but a perfectly respectable fruit. The seeds tend to get stuck in your teeth, but not as bad as raspberry seeds, for […]

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Behind the Curve

I read a piece by Rosie the other night, and a rabbit hole appeared. She wrote I am just old enough to have been pervaded with and forever infected by hippiedom – with that far out philosophy, with those general interests, with that taste for eccentric, narrow-hipped, wild-haired men – but not quite old enough to have really been a part of it. Also, not American. That would have helped. There were so many cool […]

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Counting Crows

  Many moons ago (speaking of the full moon this weekend) I sought guidance from Deborah, the women who ran the weekly meditation classes held at the library. She was a Reiki practitioner as well as a shaman. I was going through one of those challenging periods… you know, relationship stuff, between me and just about everyone close to me. This was a short time after I married The One. […]

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