New News About Living in Sonoma
Yaba! Yaba! that means “weighted by guilt” about two weeks going by without a post. Here’s the new news about living in Sonoma.
First I bought a bucket, then I bought a box: of worms. Not just any old worm, but composting worms. The bucket of worms came from a nursery in Novato. They were dud worms. So I ordered a box of worms from a world renowned worm farmer in Alabama (naturally I found them on Amazon where else?).
Continue reading “Flowers and Worms and Lizards Oh No!”
Oh Gosh! this post is such a mess! I console myself with the thought that Thomas Edison, a very smart man, required a thousand unworkable models to create a workable light bulb. So here is my story about the last two days: May 1 and May 2 to be precise.
Continue reading “Two Excursions in Two Days: Too Much Excitement”
My current project is gaining expertise creating video content with Camtesia. This is the first of the fifteen that will accomplish (I hope) my goal. I culled a bunch of photos from last year to cobble together this video that runs one minute and thirty seconds. From start to finish, it took me at least five hours! Very small bang for the buck. Hardest part is coordinating the music track.
March 26 was “game day” where friends meet to eat and play board games. This video came from the random photos from that day.
Continue reading “Faces of a Friend”
First Video Created with Camtesia
Below is a video. I created using a handful of indifferent photos and software called Camtesia . It’s a bad video. If I were you, I wouldn’t bother to watch it. Why did I post a boring video?
Continue reading “Sunday Morning Stroll”
Susan Forrest writes about horses. I ran across an earlier post of hers that discussed bullfighting from horseback. Whatever one may think about the sport itself, you have to see the horse in action. I have never seen one as balanced and agile.
This blog is for all ages, so I will confine my opening lines to @##!!!%%&&!!! So the wrong movie was announced for Best Picture of 2017. BFD!
Did anyone die because of a mistake that was subsequently corrected? How many people lost a limb from this mistake? How many people filled the hospital from heart failure? How many buildings fell down? Did the Earth move?
I like movies as much as the next person, and more than a lot of persons, but I don’t consider it a national emergency if that ugly little statue is held by the wrong set of sweaty palms for a three minutes.
I am not an advocate of drugs, but in this case, take a valium and chill.
P. S. Correcting a mistake in public during the Oscar awards does not count as “grace under pressure” in my book.