Nonsensical Spewing
When I got on the computer this morning, I wanted to make a blog entry, yet I'm still finding it difficult figuring out what to write. I had some fun over the weekend, and yesterday was a relatively good day, but nothing earth-shattering. So progresses the ho-hum chain of circumstance that is my life.
Since I've been off of work, I've been calling a lot of old friends, which has been nice. Only thing is, I miss my friend who died in August so much, and the more I speak with old buddies, the more I ache to just be able to talk to or see him one more time. I'm not sure how you deal with this type of loss when you're already so far removed from the eye of the storm. It's surreal, yet in my thoughts every day like a recurring nightmare. I can't shake it. I need to talk to him.
Ah--one exciting update. Sylvia had rat-pups again. A smaller litter, only 5 this time (compared to 9 in her first litter), and she and Sabine are taking turns feeding the whole lot of them. Sabine's remaining 9 are getting pretty big, and I'm expecting their eyes to open any minute. The way each mommy rat will have grown baby rats and pinky baby rats nursing on them simultaneously just baffles me. Talk about a family bond.
Tonganoxie and a lot of the surrounding areas are flooded again. It's substantially worse than the flood I posted pictures of before, and covering a far greater area than the previous floods of this summer. A gentleman I spoke with when I was out taking pictures of the risen waters yesterday told me that this is the worst he's seen; as he could recall, the only time the flooding was on calibre with the current waters was back in the 70s. He said that back then it flooded during hunting season, and he and a buddy took a boat out and went duck hunting in the middle of what would normally be a well-traveled intersection. The ducks were just swimming around in the flood water, eating the milo off of the top of the crops that were all but submerged.
I was really surprised at the sounds accompanying all of the water; the rushing rapids of random currents, the gurgle of the flow trying to course under the bridges, and, most unexpected, the cackles and chants of the seagulls. Seagulls in Kansas? You betcha. My friend Saint Francis and I couldn't figure out why they were here or what they were doing so far away from, well, the sea...
Lo and behold, they knew where the waters were, and they had come to greet them!
I'll get some pictures posted later on. That's all for now. The kids need to go outside.
Since I've been off of work, I've been calling a lot of old friends, which has been nice. Only thing is, I miss my friend who died in August so much, and the more I speak with old buddies, the more I ache to just be able to talk to or see him one more time. I'm not sure how you deal with this type of loss when you're already so far removed from the eye of the storm. It's surreal, yet in my thoughts every day like a recurring nightmare. I can't shake it. I need to talk to him.
Ah--one exciting update. Sylvia had rat-pups again. A smaller litter, only 5 this time (compared to 9 in her first litter), and she and Sabine are taking turns feeding the whole lot of them. Sabine's remaining 9 are getting pretty big, and I'm expecting their eyes to open any minute. The way each mommy rat will have grown baby rats and pinky baby rats nursing on them simultaneously just baffles me. Talk about a family bond.
Tonganoxie and a lot of the surrounding areas are flooded again. It's substantially worse than the flood I posted pictures of before, and covering a far greater area than the previous floods of this summer. A gentleman I spoke with when I was out taking pictures of the risen waters yesterday told me that this is the worst he's seen; as he could recall, the only time the flooding was on calibre with the current waters was back in the 70s. He said that back then it flooded during hunting season, and he and a buddy took a boat out and went duck hunting in the middle of what would normally be a well-traveled intersection. The ducks were just swimming around in the flood water, eating the milo off of the top of the crops that were all but submerged.
I was really surprised at the sounds accompanying all of the water; the rushing rapids of random currents, the gurgle of the flow trying to course under the bridges, and, most unexpected, the cackles and chants of the seagulls. Seagulls in Kansas? You betcha. My friend Saint Francis and I couldn't figure out why they were here or what they were doing so far away from, well, the sea...
Lo and behold, they knew where the waters were, and they had come to greet them!
I'll get some pictures posted later on. That's all for now. The kids need to go outside.
posted by Dora Maar at 7:22 AM
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