The Rabbit and the Owl.

A Menominee legend echoes my parent’s way.

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In the Menominee legend explaining the origin of night and day, Owl and Rabbit have a contest to decide whether it will be perpetually dark or light. Owl repeats “night” and Rabbit repeats “light” until finally, Owl accidentally says “light” and Rabbit wins the contest. He has the right to make it only light, but for the sake of everyone, he allows some dark as well.

In my opinion, Owl messed up on purpose, to allow Rabbit to have his way.

I can picture my mom and dad having this contest. My father rarely lost a battle of wits. My mother, highly intelligent as well, might have given in a time or two, for the good of all. And she was known to read until one or two in the morning. A true night owl.

After my father’s memorial, we spotted a rabbit in the grass near my parents’ house. This was not unusual. Rabbits abound in the area. But two nights before my mother passed, we had an owl land in a tree behind our house. We had never spotted an owl in our backyard before.

What does this mean? Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything. But to blindly disregard such coincidence would be a mistake. The hardest lessons to learn in life are the ones we choose to ignore.

Learn more about Menominee legends.

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Around the World Without Leaving My Blog – 2016

My year in blogging – in color.   

The following is a cloud I created containing all of the countries from which someone viewed my blog during the last year. Larger fonts represent nations with more numerous visits, smaller fonts represent those with less. Outside of the expected visits from my own U.S.A, totals leaned toward Northern Europe, Africa and Southeast Asia. Many newcomers arrived, including Lithuania, Guyana and Morocco.

As always, my thanks to every visitor, near and far.

 

                                                     Morocco

                                         United Kingdom

     Finland  Romania  Japan  Turkey

                                    Australia   Philippines   Germany   Netherlands    Vietnam        Japan

                                                            Canada

                 United States

                       South Korea  Poland  Nepal  Spain

       Russia   New Zealand

                                           India

                                Sweden   Guyana   Singapore   Lithuania   Ukraine

                   France  Czech Republic  South Africa  Italy

     Slovakia  Thailand  Austria  Ireland

                                                                           Croatia   Kenya

Happy Lille Julaften

The Perseids Gave Their All

The annual August meteor shower provided quite a show. And it’s not too late to join the fun.

Every August, in the wee early hours of the twelfth morning, the Perseid meteor shower delights. We went out last night around 2am, when the Earth was turning directly into the trail of comet exhaust that creates the shower.

The moon was a non-factor, setting before 1am. The weather was clear and with only two fires in the region, smoke was minimal.

The following was our list of essential meteor gazing gear:

Lawn chairs.

Blankets.

Pillows.

Munchies.

Ipod.

Our final count was 72 per hour.

Although the shower peaked last night, it continues on tonight. This year’s ideal conditions mean that a second evening of viewing is worthwhile, even if the rate drops off.

Note: Meteor showers are often referred to with an hourly rate. This gives the false impression that there is a steady pace to the streaking stars. But, in reality, they come in bunches, with lulls between which can be disheartening. Give yourself enough time to see the best the show has to offer.

Around the World Without Leaving My Blog – 2015

My year in blogging – in color.   OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The following is a cloud I created containing all of the countries from which someone viewed my blog during the last year. Larger fonts represent nations with more numerous visits, smaller fonts represent those with less. Outside of the expected visits from my own U.S.A, totals leaned toward Northern Europe and South Central Asia with individual countries like Finland and India making big, fresh splashes.

As always, my thanks to every visitor, near and far.

 

                                                     Malaysia

                                         United Kingdom

     Finland      Philippines                     Japan

                                                Germany             Canada

              United States

                 South Korea  Indonesia  Pakistan  Norway Spain Russia
European Union  Zambia  Greece  Singapore  Cyprus  South Africa

                                           India

                                Sweden  Chile  Nigeria  Belgium Netherlands

                   France        Australia

     Czech Republic  Denmark  Thailand 
                                                                           New Zealand

Meet and Greet 12/18

Hi Danny, everyone. Happy Holid… Wait, is that eggnog in that igloo punchbowl? Excuse me for a second.

It’s a cyber office party! Make sure to hop over to Danny’s (link below) and catch up on everyone’s blogs.

Dream Big, Dream Often

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It’s Meet and Greet Weekend at Dream Big!!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
  4. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new bloggers to follow.  This helps also, trust me.

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and Meet n Greet your butts off!

See ya Monday!

Danny

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Wordle # 89 – Ethanol

Ethanol.

He raps on the door of the loft, vociferating threats of expulsion until the deadbolt finally slides to the side. The moderately warped door springs open of its own accord.p6260056

“What the hell?” Rays from the dirty sunlight of winter shine on the far wall, revealing an electric mudslide of bright acrylic, launched and lobbed at a sheet of plywood, propped on the ceramic ledges of an unplumbed washbasin.

“I learned how to do this last quarter,” his son beams.

He inhales the scene. His boy is wearing a tattered frock (most certainly salvaged from one of the old boxes in the corner), covered in the same psychedelic velvet that adorns the painting and half the wall behind it.

“They teach this in engineering school?” he rubs his forearm, running his hand over some fresh, tribal ink, still red with irritation. His heartbeat is rapid, his neck bulges from the aerobics of morbid fascination.

“Modern Masters. It’s an art elective. You know, Jackson Pollen. You’ve heard of him, right?” his son asks.

“No, not really. I’ve heard of Jackson Pollock. And this ain’t him either. Just a bored kid on Christmas break.” He thinks back on all the holidays they didn’t share. He spent nearly half of them on the road, the other half on the run, a few in jail. His life isn’t a complete disappointment, just a mild one, like ethanol. It meanders, somewhere between irreversible disaster and unmet expectations, substituting rust for memories. He smiles and backs his tone off a notch. “This ain’t a goddam atelier”

“A what …”

“Never mind. Just clean this crap up, or you’ll have to find a different roof to sleep under.”

He laughs and rubs his shaved head as he closes the door behind him. The kid is thirty-three and he’s still reminding him to clean up his messes.