It’s been an intense time on the planet this past week. Mercury is still retrograde, but will finally be going direct tomorrow. Then there was an earthquake that was pretty severe on the east coast. Whoa! While we’re being told it’s not unusual, being from the east coast, I can say that it is. And while I’m thinking about it, does anyone see any cause and effect with the incredible amount of high-powered blasting through the shale in the ground, otherwise known as fracking, to get to all that natural gas under the shale, in order to create a huge pipeline through some of the poorest areas of America, and this earthquake?
If you’ve clicked on the link to the word “earthquake” above, you will see an ad from Exxon-Mobil before the CNN clip, on the “safety” of fracking. I know I felt better after watching some executive from that company tell me in a soft and smooth voice that it’s all done very safely. I mean, how could blasting through shale with high-pressure, chemical-filled water (that is being taken from – where?) do anything to the earth. I wonder if maybe Mother Nature is getting back.
Now there’s this huge, and in the words of President Obama, “historical” hurricane Irene, that looks really scary that is about to hit the eastern coast. I know, I know, we’re not supposed to talk about stuff like that…sorry! It’s just kind of intense looking!
But it was also wonderfully thrilling to eat the first of the second batch of raspberries from my garden this week, and the many very ripe figs off our tree (thank you Judi for your tip on how to increase the yield last fall – it worked!), to smell the intoxicating fragrance of the kudzu flowers, and roses still blooming. And it’s always very good to spend time with our 11 hens, all named after my mom, Sally.
And a good laugh is always welcome, so here’s a joke that I had never heard before, that cracked me up.
An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake. He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels. After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, “Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?”
The immediate silence in the entire bar is almost tangible. In a deep voice, the woman next to him says, “Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it’s only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know a few things:
1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blonde woman.
3. I am 6 feet tall, weigh 195 pounds, and have a black belt in karate, and am a natural blonde.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and is a professional weight lifter. And lastly, the lady to your right is also blonde and a well-known professional wrestler. Now, think about it for a moment, Cowboy, do you really want to tell that blonde joke?”
The blind cowboy thinks for a few seconds, shakes his head, and mutters, “No, not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.”