Shhhh....

Darling and I love tip-toeing through cemeteries. On our way home from upriver yesterday, we stopped at Bayview Cemetery where a few of my ancestors are buried.

One of those ancestors was Carl Kunzman. Carl was of German decent; both of his parents immigrated from Germany. I'm sure you wouldn't have known that by Carl's last name, as he changed it during World War I so that it didn't sound quite so German to those living here in America. The tombstones at the cemetery reflect the change. Take a close look and you'll see that Carl dropped an 'N' at the end of his last name, making it appear far more American. The first picture is Carl's grave, the second one has his father's tombstone in focus (a bit) so that you can see how different it looks from his son's Americanized version. I'm sure, had you lived during WWI, that you never would have thought Carl to be German after he changed that name...would you?

But enough about my zany ancestors; at least for now. Darling and I really wanted to take pictures of the angels at the cemetery. There are two that we really like. Hope you also enjoy the Concrete Angels!

You're Kidding Me, Right?

Some days you've just gotta wonder...

After spending all day driving upriver to see one little immature bald, today Darling and I found this pair hunting in my sister's backyard! Lovely, aren't they?

At Least Five Servings a Day...

Don't you hate when you go to the doctor's office and they make you fill out those revealing forms; the ones that ask you all sorts of personal questions such as "How much coffee do you drink a day?" Thankfully, I'm not a coffee drinker. However, it was recently pointed out to me that perhaps they were really more interested in how much caffeine I was consuming a day. Hmmm...now that's a different question entirely.

I don't think of myself as a consumer of caffiene, especially since I gave up my breakfast Pepsi. What? You've never heard of breakfast Pepsi? Well, as I tell others, just think of it as cold coffee. But better tasting. However, I went cold turkey on the breakfast Pepsi when I decided to lose weight. Now I only drink hot chocolate, which of course is good for me.

I've found the most delectable, double rich and chocolately hot chocolate mix recently. It says to add four heaping tablespoons, which I do, and...oh, hush, City Boy! (He's insisting that I heap it to the point of being well over two tablespoons; but since I fit it all onto one spoon, I believe it to be one heaping instead of two...) The point being, it's super delish hot chocolate! Which, of course, being a fruit, is good for me.

No, really, it is a fruit! Chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, which some mistake for a vegetable, but in reality it's a fruit. Fruits bear their seeds on the inside, unlike vegetables who's seeds are on the outside (think carrot.) Which means that chocolate is a fruit.

And what does the doctor tell us? To eat at least five servings of fruit a day. So heap up that tablespoon of hot chocolate mix and be sure to consume plenty all the day long....

Work, work, work, all day long..

Crank it up
Back it up

Bring it on home...

I must say, that was the most delicious sleep I think I've had in a long time. I really didn't want to climb out of bed this morning; the blankets were wrapped all around me and I was so toasty warm! But out into the chilly bedroom air I went, because of course the critters wanted breakfast.

When I got back into the house I began pondering my first day back to work. Soap? Lotion? Hoof trimming? Then it struck me...who starts a work week on a Thursday??? Certainly not me! So, being on good terms wit the boss, I called in and said I wouldn't be working today, on account of the sun was shining and I really just didn't feel like it. Being that I'm an understanding and sympathetic employer, I gave myself the rest of the week off.

Now, on to the stupid thing I did. Yes, stupid. Drove all the way up to Rockport to see the eagles last week. Got there and, dingbat that I am, didn't realize I had the wrong lens on my camera. Okay, I need camera help. I mean, it should have been obvious as the lens says right on it what it is, but I never pay attention to that sort of stuff. I came home last week and told City Boy, "City Boy, I need a telephoto lens so I can get really close up pictures." And City Boy replied, "What about the one I already bought you...where is it?" And I looked at him, and at my camera, and said, "Right here!"

That's when I got the same kinda look I got when he told me the possum wasn't playing.

So today, since my boss kindly gave me the day off, I grabbed Darling (who groaned)(loudly) and off we went. We only saw one bald eagle on our trip upriver today, but somehow managed to take tons of other silly shots. Here are mine...

Baby bald eagle wasn't as happy to see me as I was him!
(Perhaps that's because he was a she? I've no clue!)

Cross on top of the Wayside Chapel near Marblemount.

I just love the old roadside diners and cafes along the way!

This photo needs a caption!
Not sure how it ended up in the drink...perhaps it washed down in the floods from last fall?

Taken just outside of Hamilton, the picnic table is just to the left of this photo.

Just above Rockport along the Skagit River.