NyYeee~

Here's something I had stashed away from awhile back to pull out of my Indiana Jones hat. Back from the days I had my girls around the house, then painted upon. Reminescent of the Three Stooges comedy...
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I really have no blog time right now. I'm going into work at 10 tonight, out about dawn, then try to awaken to see BBM n Baby J before reporting back to work at 5 pm tomorrow night. These work hours are pretty scary! I hate holiday specials....
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May good light block dark evil from your path this ghostly holiday...

Local Color

Although I'm still patiently awaiting the trees around my place to all turn other shades besides green, I found some good leaves to scan near my job today.


The leaves here took such a beating from the moth caterpillars this year, it may have adversely affected the normal color routine. One red Oak n the maple out front have turned brownish shades n shedded, but the rest of the foliage still remains green, maybe trying to make up storage time lost because the second round of leaves came out so late in the summer.











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Things around here can get pretty wierd around Halloween. The local diving Center right up the street held an underwater Pumpkin Carving Contest- BBbrrhhh! Blub, blub, blub!

Moorings

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A few craft sit on moorings in the cove, waiting for another ride before winter takes over.

Apparently my answering machine greeting has become barely audible. That's what I get for trying to put on a new message... oh well! Maybe the bill collectors n telemarketers will get confused n stop calling... I am still getting the messages tho- So I guess it still serves it's main function... It's just aggrivating all the callers! - Sorry about that... (Maybe I'll get one for my B-day as BBM suggested). If not, it'll be awhile, because there's no budget bux for extras for awhile yet. C'est la vie!

More WaterViews

A view of the sunset directly opposite of the wind-turbine in the previous post is shown here.
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This place is located right next to a restaurant where I fondly remember having dinner with my mother n her fav sister for the last time in the late '90's. They both passed on within months of each other six years ago. My Aunt n cousin (my age) with Cerebral-Palsey visited from New York that year to see the ocean for the first time in their lives!
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We also went to the boardwalk in Sandwich to see Cape Cod Bay, n to a Red Sox game at Fenway. We had such a great time.
I couldn't help but remember these times while standing in this spot, n now every time I see this photo again.


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The bay near home was still loaded with boats at the end of September. Most of the craft are out of the water for winter now.

Whir-Whoosh

I wish I had one of these so I wouldn't owe the Electric Company so much!




This baby is sitting smack in the middle of what used to be left field of the Baseball diamond at Mass Maritime Academy. It's visible from the Rotaries near the Famous Rail-road bridge by the Canal. Some people are trying to get a large field of these wind-power generators going in Nantucket sound. There's a question of wrecking the view, killing birds, n I sure wouldn't wanna hit one with a small wave-tossed sea-craft by accident... But I really think I want one!

These were taken in September. They really pack-em in at the Yaght Club at $2500 per quarter slips.

Well, I'm off to a Metro-West day-trip to visit with some sibs I haven't seen in ages.

Have a blast!

One-e-n-a-Three

The one n the three...on a Friday- Lucky or not?
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Lucky for me, I got the day off, due to working my 40 hours in just three days! Now I'm just so tired n numbed-out I'm not gettin much done with the free time...

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Taken from one of the pathways in the woods last week, you can see some of my upstairs apartment n deck which looks isolated in the jungle from there... (I wish it was).
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I finally saw a Sea Loon swimming in B-cove last week for the first time since a huge Buzzards Bay oil-spill years ago, which killed most of them. I love their calls, which always remind me of Gramps at the Lake in Maine. They were his Fav critter there. I tried to snap a pic, but the Looney-bird kept diving under water every time I hit the button...
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Here's some of the smatterings of colorful vines n shrubs from the pond down the Avenue, near the Depot. These were taken today.
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Common, black Sea-Commerants (sea-fowl) were lined-up wing to wing on the three parallel powerlines over the pond, visable from the road, but down on foot the vegetation was too thick to get a pic of them for you.
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So luckily, some pics came out to show you, n I had time today to blog...

Odd Day Off

Hello blog-rant fans...
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My arms, wrists, n fingers are incredibly sore as the cooler air of lower 40's near dawn has blown in on a easterly sea-beeze this week. Arthritis takes it's toll, adding on top of the job-lifting-use-abuse.
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This week's work schedule (for today) came out about 10 last night, just after I was asked to leave early to avoid another 4 hours of over-time pay. Frankly, I'm so aggrivated, sore, n exhausted I couldn't wait to leave... I unexpectedly got today off, which meant my days off are split apart, n having to get the mail at the post-office before noon (it closes), meaning skipping my sleep-hours again. If I miss it, then pick-up would have to wait until the end of the week, putting things past-due.
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Chances are my digits will be in even worse shape by the next one day off, due to the punishment I'll endure on the job-machine-unit this week until my co-worker gets back from vaca #2. (It must be nice). Two other people have learned the position, but refuse to do it since I've been there. Actually, I don't want to do it either! I'm way too old for this stuff...
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But I'm not a person who says "I can't because I don't want to." I'm not a quitter... I'm a trooper. 10, 12, n 14 hour shifts in a constant hurry to keep up with an easily messed-up product on a contraption of high volume.
Not many folks can handle the pressure.
It's pure insanity!
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At the spit-out end of this production line, not one new person learns the pick-it-up part without mentioning Lucy n Ethel at the chocolate factory...
(n this is worse)!
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I won't say which national chain it is, but it's widely well-known. I'm not worried about the company ever going down, but prob I'll go down first...
Jobs in the Cape area are very scarse in the off-season.
(Answer to Question: "Why don't you just get a different job?")
N I do like to stay busy.
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Except for the swamp down the Village Ave by the peeper pond, Autumn colors are still sparse here. I'm familiar with this yearly split-color-changing-zones on the same road effect, due to lower elevation.
Only two small Holly vines are red out in the woods right here, n one little Beech that got trimmed to death by the wood-chipper dudes last summer is pink. The rest are still holding green. It's been cold, so I expect peak in about ten days from now. Even if I get in some photo-op time, the film processing will have to wait a bit, already got the last roll on back-log, too. Maybe I'll do leaf scans again when they finally get flamboyant.
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I got out to the deck garden n switched containers around a bit, to give baby ever-green trees more growing room, until I ran out of soil again. So much for thinking I'd get it all done. It's nice to get outside in the daylight once in awhile. I usually only see it on the drive into work... or as Dawn is breaking after a very long shift.
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A few days ago I picked the numerous little cones off the Blue Spruce, then threw them around different places in the woods. At least I won't have to pick them out of the lawn next spring before the mower kills them. Maybe someday in my old-age I'll get to drive past the woods n see some of the trees I planted growing there. These woods used to be all Blue Spruce n Elm, like the rest of the Cape until they were clear-cut for lumber in the 1800's. I haven't seen an Elm Tree Since I moved from Metro-West (or I'd plant some seeds here). I guess Dutch-Elm Disease did the local Elms in a few decades back.
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I actually think it's sad that the Ecclesiastical, White Ash, n Huckle-berry trees in my yard (brought here from a merchant Marine 100 years ago) have no matching species pollen with which to produce seeds.
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Guess I'm a bit obsessed with living trees... They cheer me up, n depress me when they're chopped down. That's what I like best about this location, along with the ocean water-views, of course.
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The Autumn leaves feel almost like doing a master-piece without having to paint anything.
Bring-on that canvas...

Dream-like

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Ta Boo!

The month of creative Halloweennie folklore has begun. A neighbor up the street already has the life-sized Frankenstien n Dracula decs out on the front lawn... Some folkz are just over-achievers!
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The point of posting a blog can have as many reasons as bloggers.
Opinions vary around the spectrum, n everybody has one. The blog is yours, for you, writer's choice rules. The choice to read or not, to lurk or not, to comment or not, to answer commentz or not. You can choose one-way dictation or interactive conversation. Each person is entitled to their voice in the USA n in the blog-dom too.
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I remember a very large family from my old-home years who had a strict rule. No discussions involving politics or religion at dinners or holiday gatherings. I used to wonder what these folkz ever found to discuss (besides those subjects) of any interest... even after eating over there a few times (It was boring). The aim of that rule was to help avoid loud, passionate, angry arguements of believers who wouldn't back-down or compromise their strong personal opinions. Stifling yourself not to voice your take on subjects which may offend n cause discord among the participants was a challenge.
Some subjects were in the grey, argue-able zone, such as ghostly or Halloween happenings (Is that in the "religion" category?).
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Saturday a co-worker described something strange that happened on her way home from the previous shift, (still that day), after 3 am. Driving on the divided highway alone with no other cars anywhere in sight, a ball of light raced over-head next to her car, passed her, then suddenly exploded into little bits n disappeared.
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I remarked it reminded me of the Spielberg film, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind." I also suggested it could be a meteor, ball-lightening, or a reflection. She insisted there were no other lights of any kind, just pitch-darkness. I believe her.
I finally said it could've been a ghost-light. A spirit who passed away right there that time at that place in the road where the light dissappears.
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I remember back when I drove to my University's Annex in Weld Square everyday along that same stretch of road during the time they pulled nine murdered women's bodys off the woods along that same section of highway where she'd observed that orb. On three occassions I'd passed the coroner's wagon on the road-side. I also observed the K-9 body-searching progress along the road everyday for the weeks it took to find those corpses.
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The woman relaying the story said she'd heard there's been a few recent sightings in that area lately. I should check out the local newspaper archives. Meanwhile, I think they didn't find all the serial victim's there yet... (The search ended 13 years ago).
I think she was brave to tell her story.
Her hubby, who also works where we do, doesn't believe her.
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In the highly subjective, opinionated blog-scape, no subject is safe from Blog-Politics. Some blogs are sought out just for the controversial subjects. I used to read Driftglass n JurassicPork's passionate political bashings daily until my palette for the carnage was satiated. Most of the commentors tend to bash left, right, liberal, Dem, or Republican party ID- n result in strongly arguementitive subjective statements.
The point, the bloggers write, is to get stagnant people to think, to realize, to wake-up n smell the coffee...
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Even when everything's out on the table, it's tough to get anyone to change an opinion on a subject once formed. No one wants to believe the politician they voted in is getting busted for pedophile behavior, that the priest who gave your fav sermons was excommunicated for child-molestation, or even that your fav TV personality shows up on-air with dirty hands and mouth. Do you stop voting, quit the congregation, or not watch the show?
The truth can be ugly. After feeling safe with media illusions, no one really wants to know it...
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What is real, what is just for show- corpses, ghosts, n villans?
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Welcome to October!