I spotted this guy/gal while taking a walk around the pond the other day. Did you know there are over 2,000 species of the praying mantis around the world? I didn’t. It’s also the only insect that swivels its head from side to side. Click on the photo if you want to see it more up close and personal. (This works for all the photos, by the way.)
The orange flowers you see peeking out between the grass and other weeds is jewelweed also known as nature’s poison ivy cure. Having never tried it, I can’t vouch for that, but have heard good things about it in regards to helping to heal a poison ivy rash.
It’s a quiet Sunday here in the Bogs. M is refinishing the door to the foyer closet. We recently (last weekend) tiled the foyer which, of course, made the door look shabby and in need of work. The tile looks lovely and it only took us a couple of days to get it laid, mortared, and grouted. Renting a tile saw is not cheap, I can tell ya that.
M the Younger is expected home sometime today to do his laundry and have Sunday dinner with us. I hope to hear he’s enjoying at least some of his classes and that something has grabbed his interest. This semester is his last chance to make it or break it at college. Our patience has run out.
I’ve been cleaning house. Boring stuff, but it has to be done. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the doctor that I’m dreading. Lest that sound ominious, I should say that I dread any and all appointments with any and all doctors. I just don’t like ’em.
I’ve been having some problems lately and after a visit to my primary care physician, some blood tests, and an ultrasound, I’m being shuffled off to another doc. I suspect I’m going to have to stop putting off the surgery I’ve been putting off for the last six years, but we’ll see. Provided there’s no rush to have the surgery, the question than becomes: Do I do it before or after M’s sabbatical?
No point in speculating on it now. I’ll know more soon. Besides, I don’t want to expose all of my inner workings out here on a public blog.
We finally downloaded Sype and bought a webcam. We’re now able to visit with our granddaughter via the modern miracle of the internet. For free, too. Ain’t that a blast? 🙂 It spices up our Sunday phone calls and this way she’ll recognize us the next she sees us. In my opinion, there’s far too much time in between visits. I wish we lived closer. Or they lived closer. Either way would work for me.
That’s about it from the Bogs for today. Pretty dull stuff, don’t you think?
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I am thankful for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home…. I am thankful for the piles of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby. ~Nancie J. Carmody
Sure, it’s September. But since when does the actual month stop anyone from having an Oktoberfest celebration?
As you can see, we decided to attend the Oktoberfest rather than the Potato Festival. I think it was a good choice. After all, we’ve been to the Potato Festival. This was our first time at the local Oktoberfest. And boy, do they put on a fest! Lots of food, lots of beer, and lots of dancing.
We’re thinking of joining the German Society just to enjoy their Biergarten.
The food was excellent (see the photo of the plate of food in the above collage I put together). M and I both had the Oktoberfest Platter which consisted of 1 schnitzel, 1 sarma (cabbage roll), and 1 German sausage. All dinners include kraut, German potato salad, and a dinner roll. It was a lot of food, that’s for sure. We had a pitcher of some excellent German beer (Spaten the world’s first Oktoberfest beer, created in 1872…I wonder what the born-on date was??) to wash it all down. (Yes, I know “Budweiser” is printed on that pitcher, but it was not Budweiser beer).
While we were eating, three of the lady dancers in the red dresses (pictured above) joined us at our table. If I’d been thinking, I’d have posed M in the middle of the three of them and taken a picture. Alas, I (as well as the rest of our table) was too busy enjoying the food to think about taking photos (other than the photos of the plate of food and the pitcher of beer taken at the beginning of our meal). The company was good, too, as the ladies had already had a few beers before they sat down to dinner and were quite lively. I don’t know how they managed all that dancing and twirling after consuming all that food and beer.
After dinner we watched the dancing for a little while. We didn’t want to miss the women who sat with us at dinner. We did, however, miss the keg tapping ceremony (that link is the best I can find in terms of a description of the ceremony, but the gist of it is this: a keg is tapped, then carried to the biergarten as everyone follows; the beer flows freely — i.e., without charge — for as long as the keg lasts). As the dancing went on, we decided it was time to go. All that food and beer had made us sleepy (and ready to slip into more comfortable clothes). Besides, M wanted to watch the Ohio State football game tonight.
That’s about it from the Bogs for today. 🙂
Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn’t drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver. ~Jack Handey