December 12th, 2008

woods, Elizabeth, camera, April

Writer's Block: Full Moon Fever

It's the full moon today. Almost every culture has its share of lunar lore, from werewolves to lunacy to true love. Do you believe that the full moon affects our behavior or do you think it's a myth?
For those sensitive to light, it hampers sleep...I keep waking up thinking it's morning, and thus am sleepy the next day.    Since clear winter nights allow even 3/4 moons to produce sleep-disturbing light,  I take a lot of naps in the week of greatest moonlight.  OTOH, moonrise and moonset (especially moonset) are beautiful and worth watching. 
woods, Elizabeth, camera, April

The other new blog

Before risking my books to blogging software I'd never used, I practiced with something I knew I wanted to do, but that wasn't as public.  Yet.

Both a website and blog dedicated to our 80 Acres project.    The website is still minimal (since once we played with the blog software and customizing the theme we went to work on the book-related ones) but it's there.  Eventually it will have a lot more stuff on it--the lists of plants and animals, a map of the place, photo documentation of the work we've done, etc.    And eventually I hope it will generate enough interest that I can convince my agent & editor to let me write the book about the project that I want to write.

It's made a good test bed for the other blogs.   They're all customized from the same basic theme at WordPress. 

woods, Elizabeth, camera, April

Sacrificial Squirrel

I think I've mentioned that the squirrels are all engaged in courtship rites, such as racing up and down trees after each other, making wild leaps in the air, etc.

Well, this afternoon one love-sick squirrel was apparently showing off near the transformer on the power pole and in a moment of lust-blinded stupidity managed to immolate himself on a transformer.   Or herself.   It was dark by the time the power company's repair truck arrived and we found the squirrel; we didn't do a full CSI and autopsy,  so I don't know which gender it was.   All the squirrels--chasers and chased--have been acting wild and crazy.

So several hours without power, as the afternoon waned and the sun sank in the west and the house got noticeably cooler.  Even chilly, to a Texan.

I was very glad to hear the truck in the drive (and very glad I have one of those cavers' headights, the LED kind, so I could go open gates in the dark.  I had thought ahead and locked the horses in the small paddock connected to the barn.)

Very glad to have the lights back on, the heat back on (it's propane, but it won't come on without the blower and the blower is--you guessed it--electric.)