Rude!

Today has been great, even though it was gray and almost cold outside. But I am not complaining, because my heart goes out to the people living/surviving with the record breaking cold temperatures, up the north and on the east coast.

This afternoon Tony and I went to Kerrville to wash and dry a load of clothes, while we grabbed groceries at the big H-E-B and went down to the park, so I could walk and also feed the ducks and the geese.

On our way to the park, I made a friendly bet (no money involved) with Tony that King Tut would be there and he bet against me. And I won the bet twice and now I regret not betting him a dollar, because I would have won two dollars.

When we arrived at Louise Hays Park, it was lightly drizzling and there were only a few people, out with their dogs, enjoying this beautiful park.

Right after we climbed out of Trigger and walked near the river—King Tut greeted us or better said, noticed us. And he was all alone, so I tossed him some corn and declared my victory.

Tony was sick that he had forgotten to bring his camera along, so he could document this event for me, but he took it in good stride, as he and I strolled to a nearby bench, so I could feed my flock and gaggle.

The flock of ducks were near the opposite bank when I walked up to the river's edge and shook my bag of corn, and said, "Come and get it!" And they did nothing until they watched me fling some corn up into the air. Then they came paddling and quacking toward my direction or where the corn was.

A few seconds later I was surrounded by the happy ducks and geese and King Tut, all begging for me to toss them some more corn, as they took turns trying to discourage King Tut from participating in their late lunch. "Tony, how did King Tut get here so fast? Did he fly?"

Tony, who was sitting on the bench shrugged his shoulders. Then I looked back towards the Sydney Baker Street Bridge and saw King Tut swimming alone and he looked sad and lonely. "Omg, there are two of them," I said. And Tony shook his head up and down in acknowledgement.

As the six ducks and two pretty geese pecked nervously at my boots to get my attention, I noticed that King Tut #2 was now standing about ten feet away from me, because the flock and gaggle had been so rude to him they had made him feel unwelcome.

Well, that did not sit well with me or with Tony. So I took a handful of corn and threw it as far as I could in the opposite direction of King Tut #2 and the ducks and geese race-waddled away. Then I tossed a bigger handful of corn towards the #2 Egyptian king. And Tut-Two was so thrilled that he had all of this corn to himself to eat—it truly warmed my heart. Then I adios-ed Tony and Tut-Two and took off walking towards the Lemos Street Bridge.

When I returned back to where Tony and Tut-Two were hanging out, my feathered, not so nice friends were down by the bridge and when they saw me they started quacking and came waddling as fast as their webbed feet could move.

So I quickly tossed Tut-Two another handful of corn and before the other ducks and geese arrived, at my boots, for their second feeding—I kept shaking the bag of corn and made them wait for Tut-Two to finish eating his last kernel of corn, before tossing more corn down, around my boots.

And before Tony and I left the park, to go pick up our laundry, I emptied the rest of my sack of corn, near the bridge, so the original King Tut could eat in peace and quiet.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

King Tut! or 3:59—69.6—1:30—WED—51.4!

Last night, I watched a few episodes of Rake, on Netflix then I went to bed early.

This morning before looking in the mirror I did my habit—"Today is going to be great!" Then I loudly clapped my hands together and then our dogs jumped off the bed and began barking, before I could even jump off of the bed.

Then while my coffee was brewing, I went into the bathroom to see if I had gotten any much-needed beauty sleep. And let's just say that I was disappointed.

So tonight I plan to stay up late and binge-watch Rake, because mirrors don't lie and I'm living proof that getting beauty sleep only counts when you're under the age of thirty years.

As I was sipping my coffee I was pondering—Ah, to be thirty again—no thank you—been there done that and somehow I survived. And thank goodness there was no social media back then, because, I for one did some pretty dumb stuff. And I say thank goodness for being in my late sixties, because all of the dumb stuff that I did back then—I no longer can remember and there is no proof of it floating around on the Internet.

Anyway, today has been great as I had predicted it would be, first thing this morning. Seriously, I highly recommend doing this habit—because it really works.

For the most part of today I kept thinking about that Egyptian Goose and I don't know why. And after I had told Tony, a few times, about that goose keep popping into my head, I decided to name that Egyptian Goose—King Tut, because it only has two syllables instead of three and it also makes me smile.

Because when I think of King Tut I instantly think of Steve Martin's hilarious, hit song—not the mummy who died at the ripe old age of nineteen.

Late this afternoon at 3:59, the temperature outside was steadily dropping and it was already down to 51.4 degrees outside and 69.6 degrees inside The Cabin. So I took this picture of our Atomic Clock, full of important information, with Henry Standing Bear posing for me, on top of his window seat.

Then I ventured outside and helped Tony bring in some more firewood for the night, before it got any colder outside. And after that I cleaned the ashes out of the wood burning stove and then I started a cozy fire, before The Cabin's indoor temperature dropped below 69.6 degrees. Then I stood back and took this picture.

And as I finish writing this post tonight, I am hoping that Mari and I will get to go walking in the park tomorrow afternoon, so she & Tex or she & Si can meet King Tut, too.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

P.S. After posting this picture last night of "the wagon train" following me I've titled it The Cagoose—Bringing Up The Rear!

P.S.S. Mari just sent me this hilarious "Snow Day" cancellation video and I loved it and I am still laughing! Snow Day 

Wagon-Train!

Today has been great, because I went to bed early last night and I slept like a log, but I don't think that I got any beauty sleep. So my plan for tonight is to go to bed even earlier, to see if anything happens. And if I see no visible improvements in my looks in the morning—I plan to stay up late, like I usually do and forget about it. If I can remember to do that.

Late this morning Tony and I went to Kerrville to run a few errands around town. And while our clothes were drying at the laundromat we went back to the park, so I could walk and feed those sweet ducks and Tony could take some more awesome pictures of nature.

As soon as we got to the park, Tony walked with me a ways, so I could go feed the empty-nesters.

And I think these ducks and geese are getting used to me feeding them, because in no time I had them eating out of my hand. Thrilled that they trusted me (they were just hungry actually) to eat out of my hand and let me pet them, I decided to see if I could coax them into following me along the river bank. And they did! It was like a duck/goose wagon-train following me, in search of gold (corn).

I was having a blast playing with my feathered friends when out of nowhere this strange-looking duck/goose/bird from another mother (or Planet) showed up and it wanted to join in the fun. 

I wanted Tony to take a picture of this odd, kind of ugly duckling, but he and his camera were already focused on some other wildlife in the park.

"Tony, look at this weird duck!" I half-hollered. "I've never seen a duck like this." So Tone spun around and snapped this picture. 

"What is it?" I asked, as I stood back, so Tony could photograph it. Tony shrugged his shoulders and kept on taking these pictures.

Later this afternoon, while I was folding and putting away our cleaned clothes Tony came into the bedroom, and said, "Nancy, that wasn't a duck we saw. It's a goose—an Egyptian Goose..." So I Googled Egyptian Goose and this is what I soon discovered—Egyptian Goose.

So the next time I think about getting some beauty sleep, I am going to remember that this goose needs it more than I do. Or at least as much as I do.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing or quacking!