Like holding air in your hand….

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This is one of my bugs, (Extatosoma tiaratum). She is about 1/3 of the way through her life. She will more than double in size, and then I will be able to feel her weight, barely. In this photo, but for the faint tickle of her claws on my skin, she is completely weightless. I can’t feel her.

 

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I watched this little one for a hours one day and couldn’t tell if she was scruffy old and ready to go, or young and still shedding baby fluff.

The next day, I found her dead on the ground under the feeder. When I picked her up, she seemed to weigh even less than my full grown Bugs. I still could not guess her age.

 

Words for Wordless Wednesday (is this cheating?)

I posted a picture yesterday of our sweet kitten, Lucy. She’s a cat now really, but you know how long the “baby of the family” gets to retain that position indefinitely. I know cats can be fascinated by TV but it startled me to see it happen with Lucy, and only twice now.

If you are a cat person, and also occasionally indulge in reality TV, you might even recognize the (bad) picture on the screen. ( I worded that carefully because I would not want to imply a necessary connection between those two categories of people…)

If you don’t know who is on the screen, let me introduce you to Jackson Galaxy (rock musician by night and cat whisperer by day). His “educational” TV show is called My Cat from Hell, and he  “helps couples resolve conflict and behavioral issues between them and their cats”.

  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Galaxy

Lucy, a typically hyper cat, sat and watched his show for the longest time. Go figure.

Oh and the only other time she has been glued to the TV in this way was for this program. (another lousy picture, but you get the idea.)

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Walking With Intention Day 20 by Kathie Arcide

The Seeker's Dungeon

YOW!!! There’s a HUGE Spider in the Bathroom

by Kathie Arcide of Chosen Perspectives

My husband’s first question is always, “Define ‘HUGE’.” Makes me stop and think but I still fight the “ick” urge, and do that spontaneous Spider Dance. You know the one, where you are trying to get both your feet up off the ground at the same time…just in case the spider’s relatives are already down on the floor…waiting to attack!

After I have calmed down, here’s what I think about:

Hypocrisy sucks.

My biggest challenge since 9/11 is the discovery of how prejudiced I am. ME, the most open minded and unconditionally loving person I know! I aim to be completely colorblind. My calling, my life’s work has been primarily to teach about the gray areas in life, and to help students and clients see how two seemingly opposing “truths” can both exist simultaneously. Pluralism…

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Circle

Circle

lights…rainbow lights…reflected lights…all those colors…

I never understood my generation’s need for drug altered states of mind.

“Wow, man, look at all the colors!”

It’s all right there, for you to see whether or not you partake…(insert drug of choice here).

So when these amazing new magic circles were first introduced, delivering all our music and technology, I quickly discovered their beautiful back sides!

I fell in love with them and have been photographing them ever since.

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Still not sure how to connect this to the Weekly Photo Challenge however.

I have accidentally done it a time or two, and even had help once but am at a loss right now as to how.

Anyway, that’s my thought on “Circle”, for today, at least…

 

Dear Badfish

sorry about the flu but hoping some beach love is re-awakened!

I was to attend a fancy Maui beach wedding once which required “formal beach wear”. Found an appropriate dress but not shoes so shopped several high-end boutiques in Carlsbad, CA asking sweet young sales girls if they sold “beaded thongs”, meaning, of course, the shoe variety. Hey, I thought a flip flop with beads could pass for dressy!

The embarrassed looks on the faces of these young women, thirty years (as well as pounds) my junior, were confusing…but priceless once I figured out what they were picturing as they looked at me (and not at my feet!)

Thanks for the vicarious visit to the beach.

 

…and it was suggested I put the story in my blog. So there it is. The last time I told that story was as an icebreaker at the ritzy rehearsal dinner for a wedding I officiated. (The couple’s parents were Jewish and Christian, but my couple wanted a Buddhist-like wedding.) I figured if I could get all the newly-introduced parents to laugh together, things might go better the next day. Yeah, I know. I’m a martyr…but hey, it worked.

Badfish wrote that he had lived in San Diego eons ago so I responded to that but somehow lost my response AND now can’t even find his comment!

I’ll take the blogging course soon so I have a clue what I am doing. Not that it will guarantee success. Apparently, I have very bad computer karma, or a strange electronic field around me that often causes computer malfunction and death if I so much as wave my hands close to the keyboard. Seriously. When I got a new laptop last year, everyone in my household could make it work just fine, but me? No such luck. It was a mystery that so intrigued the Microsoft Store Assistant Manager, that arrangements were made for a house-call (unheard of) to witness the phenomenon.

Anyway…

Dear Badfish,

I grew up in San Diego (Pacific Beach) but have lived in the glorious Northwest now for many years. I still have places and people to visit in North County (Cardiff, Del Mar, Carlsbad, etc.) which I do as often as I can.  You and I had an exchange before about beaches and you said  “if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all”…or something equally jaded. So I started searching through old photos I’ve taken because beaches are one of my favorite subjects.

This is totally an experiment. Here goes.

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Sand Art

 Kinda blurry but I hope you get the idea.

Oh and you asked if I ever found some beaded thongs for that formal beach wedding. Here they are.

Please excuse the sexy socks. It’s freezing here!!!

I wonder if it’s too early for a Hot Buttered RUM! It is New Year’s Eve after all.

Sincerely,

Kathie (of chosenperspectives)