Tuesday, September 04, 2007

It's Tuesday... Yes, Really :-)

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice." - Tom Watson

It was a LONG day yesterday... but I made it through! The DH spent most of it washing vehicles and painting stuff outside like the electrical box (-- ha! Won't PSNH be surprised next time they come by) and various other metal things. I've never lived somewhere so humid and am amazed at how everything rusts. I've had to chuck some of my metal pans and utensils (a pancake turner I've had for twenty years, for instance) because they've rusted. In the house. In a drawer.

Please, God, let us move west soon -- the land of few bugs and nearly no humidity.


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What are you waiting for? Go enter!


So... Pillar Place.


Pillar Place: Monarch now has a P2 as well. ((shakes head)) I know, I can't believe it either. But DD was outside collecting seed pods for the milkweed (I don't need anymore where I have mine, so I'm going to find a happy home for the seeds those gorgeous and yummy-smelling flowers made), and she found not one, but TWO monarch babies -- probably about a week along. Still tiny, but big enough to see easily. Descendants of one of the ones we released? Maybe. I've seen a couple monarchs fluttering around (Fly south! What are you waiting for? It's getting cold here!) so anything is possible. These babies should become butterflies by the end of September, but boy is that pushing it for them to be safe to migrate.

I told my mom I was going to send them to California with her... LOL... That's halfway to their migration area. Though -- I wonder. If you take an east coast butterfly, and send him out west, will he still try to make it to his east coast Mexican migration area?

And, OH, where is Felix going to hit? The monarch population was decimated a few years ago when a tropical storm destroyed where they were hanging out for the winter.

Oh, the worries of being a foster butter-mom...


I am the Atacama Desert!
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.


You are the driest area on Earth. Your annual rainfall is roughly the depth of a dollar bill. In fact, often you can go for several years without any precipitation whatsoever. If you wanted to fill a pint glass by rainfall alone, you would have to have started in 1704, five years before the invention of the piano; to get enough water to drown a man of average height would take 3600 years, or the time between us and the Hittites. You really put Canadian "dry" ginger ale into perspective.

I'm not sure what that all means... but there you are.

I'm dry.

My skin? Yes.
My hair? Yes.
My wit? Yes.



anno said...

Hey, I'm the Atacama Desert, too. And I'm just as baffled.

Good luck with the monarch babies. I'm glad you've been able to see a few fluttering about. I'll keep my fingers crossed that they'll be out of harms way before Felix (or frost) arrive.

Melissa said...

I'm not sure what this means, but I am...


A stupendously rainy volcanic crater, you hold the dubious honour of being the wettest place on Earth, which may surprise some Scots. You receive 486 inches of precipitation a year, or forty and a half feet - the height of 6.89 typical Belgians. For comparison, that's over ten times the rainfall of New York, twelve times that of Glasgow and five hundred times that of Timbuktu. If you took a cube of water a third of a mile along each edge, you would then have how much water falls on the mountain every year. You would also have a fine spot to keep whales and shrimp, assuming, of course, as you would have this water in a suitable place from which to drop it mericlessly on a soggy yet unsuspecting part of Kauai, that they were flying whales. And shrimp.

Suzanne said...

There is a place with no bugs? Must. Go. There.

Tori Lennox said...

You've had stuff rust INSIDE the house?! Wow.

I thought my quiz result was bad until I saw Melissa's! *g*


You hold the distinction - you lucky thing, you! - of being the deepest point in the Earth's oceans. The extreme depth of the Marianas trench, near the Philippines, you reach 10,924 m (35,838 ft), enough to drown Everest with five Empire State Buildings on top. And whereas the number of people to have climbed Everest is now comfortably in three figures, only two people have ever made it to your lowest point. That was back in 1960.

Your known contents are some silt, one flatfish (probably now deceased) and a considerable quantity of water.

Jen said...

I'm the Nile. That was one weird quiz. I know we get massive monarch migration at Pt. Pelee at the tip of Ontario - maybe that's the Eastern migration spot.

Brandy said...

I received The Nile as well. Strange quiz.
I hear you on the rust, however I have never had a utensil rust INSIDE the house. Leave a pair of Pincher plyers outside and yes, they will rust like mad.

Hope you're on schedule and having a good day!