If people are talking about you behind your back...just fart.

As though we needed proof that half the people are below average...
Somebody on my Facebook page posted one of those prefab challenges: "How good are you at English?? Name a word that both starts and ends with the letter T!"
Of course there are plenty, and it probably took you all of 1.75 seconds to come up with one. But to prove their intelligence the post was followed by people who submitted their word. Including the woman who wrote, "turttle."
Seriously. She misspelled it AND didn't notice that there are not one, but two letters after the last of her two T's.

Sometimes in the morning I watch one of the two or three live cams from game preserves in Africa. Our morning is their afternoon/evening, so there's usually some activity. The cams have sound, and the calls of the birds, monkeys and giraffes is enjoyable, but I wish they provided commentary, too. (The people, not the animals.) This morning I watched a group of monkeys (what kind??) and an antelope (of what sort?).

And because I was already up I went outside just before 5 a.m. to see the "blood moon" they talked about on last night's local news. A total lunar eclipse.
Meh.
If it was red at all it was very subtle. Mostly it was just gray.
Sure glad I didn't get up just to see it.

Sometimes I meet someone so unpleasant that I want to say, "How long have you been divorced?"
But that wouldn't be nice, so I don't.

Watching that Africa cam this morning got me thinking. Yeah, dogs are gross because they meet each other by smelling the other's butt, but cattle poop on their food.
Think about that next time you have beef!

I heard an interview with the author of Between You and Me on NPR this morning. Mary Norris was the copy editor for the New Yorker for over 30 years. I think I need to get this book. I've learned a lot about grammar from several friends over the years - yesterday Pam and I talked about the difference between anxious and eager - but I wish I knew more.
Which makes me think about a certain superior I had when teaching who consistently crossed out the word that every time it appeared in something I wrote, and changed it to which. I suspected then, and know now, that he was overly impressed with his own skills. But some battles aren't worth fighting, so anytime I knew my document was going to go across his desk...nary a that to be found.

My MIL turned 92 today. I saw that on Facebook. Something about that doesn't seem right.

Years ago we walked through an upscale custom furniture store and saw a bed with a flat screen TV that rose up out of the footboard at the push of a button. Very cool.
OK, in messing around with tiny house possibilities for our if/when I discovered that you can buy that (or is it which?) mechanism, complete with IR control, at a couple of places online to put in a cabinet you build or modify. It's really pretty straightforward, and not unreasonably priced.
Yep, I like this.

It's hard to think of this as spring. This time of year we're supposed to be looking forward to blossoms, vegetable gardens, and spending time outside in the sun. Here it means preparing to move inside for four months, and everything except cacti dying because of the sun. The calendar says spring but the rhythm and routine are like winter.