Head Out On the Highway, Looking For Adventure

No lime-green header picture for this post because the jeep stays pretty much in the garage this time of year. The Wombies and I hopped in their Chevy small SUV and headed out to see the winter sights.

I don't expect those readers in Northlandia to start slathering over these pictures like Pavlov's pooch since you are firmly in Winter's embrace. But for me - these represent a beauty that I miss. Having returned here in mid-December it has been sunny and warm every day. It is a sickening monotony of environment that is more likely to drive me crazy than your silly Seasonal Affective Disorder. I'll not comment on this most Dr. Phil of pop disorders, suffice to say, you think you got it bad, try going weeks with nothing at all!

Say what you will about the steady grind of winter and any emotional tolls it takes, there is no denying the beauty. Trees stripped bare of their leaves like arms in rigor reaching beseeching to heaven. Dollops of white and grays giving a defintion to the land and structures - windblown like an artist's wispy brush strokes.

I guess the grass is always greener...or more snowcovered.

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Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.

Re-opening Was A Hoax

Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

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