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The NY Times just had an article speculating about whether, given the existence of specific brain anatomy, bees might have some form of awareness.  They rule out “why” questions, like “why am I not queen?”, but I can easily imagine that awareness might include some form of “Whew!”….as in…

“Unit has successfully avoided being eaten”

or

“Unit is wet. Unit does not have stable footing. Unit is out of correct operating temperature range…. NEW DATA: stable footing.  NEW DATA: sunlight and warmth.  NEW DATA: food available…. PROCESSING….”

…which really means that I’ve fished another three bees out of a bucket of rainwater and set them out to dry on dandelion flowers…

 

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Underwood-Over-Grass

Let’s not tell Smiling Typewriter about this…..

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The WordPress snowglobe effect has NOTHING on what’s currently going on outside my window.

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Points if you know the song lyrics, of course.  This picture is unrelated, in the sense that I knew I wanted to post the image before the title for the post made an awkward shift from a single word to something with more [literal] resonance..

ColorizedTree-fog-Dec15

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Seriously.  People grumble about weather in the 40s and this is happening down the block:

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I should be grateful at least evening looks about right:

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There were bees out today.  I’m happy for them being able to get a last snack or two, but really.  BEES?

Fine.  Click through to some hysterical Torch Songs in which the word ‘Me’ has been replaced by “Bees”.

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So there were five, and three immediately got homes when it came time for them to stop living under our back steps.  The two gingers are being fostered, and I am sure they will be fine, because the amount of adorable they generated was quite impressive, and hand-tamed kittens are typically easier placements than adult cats.  I’ll check with the rescue to find out how they fare.

In the meantime, though, here is our new kitty:

Oh, hai...  Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

Oh, hai… Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

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I do not know what it is about moving house that evokes major weather events.  I’ve moved apartments in 100 year storms [one of my movers couldn’t make it back home, and had to collapse back at my new place].  

We’ve slowly treked [15mph on a major national highway!] through blinding snow and ice, reluctantly pulling over every few dozen miles to scrape ice from the windshields [then grimly waiting for a space to open up in the epic caterpillar of desperate cars on the main roadway so we could resume our journey].  

Honestly — wasn’t the screaming cats in the cars enough?  Weren’t the sorting and boxing and ‘oh just take it already’ and ‘d’ya think I can get this out of the ground in one viable piece?’-ing enough icing on the upheaval?

Ah, but there’s nothing like being in a situation where _you_ are just on the edge of being able to cope multiplied by being surrounded by an entire region that is well outside its functional zone as well.  The gods chortle: “Oh, hey — HERE’S an Idea:  how about thowing 11+ inches of snow and ice on top of people who think the proper temperature for this time of year is 56 with a vaguely nippy breeze coming in from the ocean?”

Oh, sure…. I’ll just hop in my car and get right in the middle of that.  Whee….!

Have filial piety, will travel.



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