Ahhh … stretchhhhh …

We’re happy to see Thunder, our parakeet, waiting for us when we get home. On the other hand, The Machine also beckons!

This contraption, which I like to call Gravity Machine* (possibly a misnomer), is the best Christmas present ever.

Nothing like sloshing plasma from toes to head and back again. And, speaking of BACK! … feel those discs lift & separate. I’m taller just thinking about it!

*today I’m calling it our Inversion Machine.

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Bad Karma for Night Raider

This poor possum was eating tomatoes from our garden moments before running out into the street.

Dead Possum Photo <- rated R (for roadkill)

It makes me sad, and I’ve got to wonder: Where is its spirit right now? Is it with me looking back at it?

Really Wild Pool Party

Those screechings you may have heard last night at 3 AM were coming from our backyard.  I ran out there with a flashlight and found a couple of raccoons swimming in the pool. The bright light scared one of them into climbing out and up the fence.  The other continued dog paddling in circles nonchalantly in the water.  It had sounded like they were fighting with each other. Maybe just having a good time.

By the time I fetched my camera, this one was off into the neighbors yard.

raccoon

Remember that 1968 Burt Lancaster movie “The Swimmer“?