It’s all about having the right hairs and bristles on your feet. With those, tiny surface imperfections become footholds. This little gecko walks across the ceiling of our deck.
How cool would that be to walk up a wall, or across the ceiling? I think I want to have the right hairs and bristles on my feet. The whole process might have something to do with weight to size ratio though, or strength to weight, in which case I might be disappointed after all, and left with fuzzy feet for no reason.
Five years since the heart bypass surgery. Did a nuclear stress test on the treadmill for the cardiologist here in the Valley a couple weeks ago, and we had the follow-up appointment today. He wrote a happy face on the test results he handed me. No sign of any restriction to the blood flow in and around my heart.
Yay me. And yay, for real, for the heart surgeon team in Colorado that spent most of their day in my chest replumbing with veins from my left leg. Today’s report suggests they did a fine job.
Watching the Broncos is practically aerobic. We’re exhausted.
We thought all was lost until Judy thought to get out the Bronco Poncho and we waved it in front of the TV. That barely pulled us through!
Football is so much easier to watch when we’re not so invested in one of the teams. Go Broncos!
I look at the moon.
I don’t see a man. I’ve heard about the man in the moon since I was a kid, but does anybody really see a man in the moon?
If I squint, maybe I see it. Does the man in the moon look like a pumpkin face carved by a 5-year-old; a cartoonish open mouthed face? That’s the best I can make out. That’s kind of weak. Surely, it’s something better than that!
Raptors are fearsome hunting machines. Flying carnivores.
This particular raptor is an American Kestrel. Fearsome, if you happen to be smaller than he is, which would be about the size of a robin.
