Wet Dog Wednesday

Cool Things I Find

I saw this again just recently while reading some stuff from old e-zines I kept. I came upon a story from 2011, about a bridge in Aarhus Denmark. An artist/ architect, Mark Nixon of London England, turned a bridge in Aarhus Denmark, into a musical instrument/sculpture called Chimecco, part of the "Sculpture By The Sea" collection.

He did this by hanging 600 aluminum pipes under the bridge. You can play music by hitting certain nodes as you walk on the bridge. The metal tubes hit each other by manual play or by wind currents. To read more check out the story here. This is so cool.

Funny Religious Shit

Tomorrow No Post

Tomorrow I won't be posting anything because it's my 11th wedding anniversary. David and I will be spending the day shopping and whatever our hearts desire. Then we are having dinner at Salt Grass, our favorite steak house by the river.

He already sent me flowers this morning. Well, flowering plants, which is what I would rather have than cut flowers. A beautiful red begonia, yellow and orange kalanchoes, miniature red roses and miniature white roses. Soooooo pretty.

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Wet Cat Wednesday

This And That

Have you ever noticed that your brain tries to make promises your body never intends to keep? I have that problem all the time. Mostly at night when I can't sleep because of pain. Yes, my brain takes on this persona that I can do anything it's little ol' heart desires. The truth is, is that my body says go fuck yourself in the morning when I can barely climb out of bed without screaming.

Last night my brain took upon itself to make mental notes of things to write about for today's blog. It also came up with a laughable To Do List of shit it so righteously thinks I can still accomplish. When I finally crawled out of bed, my body yelled, and I do mean rather loudly, FUCK YOU AND THE SPINAL CORD YOU RODE IN ON!

I did manage to wash two loads of laundry, clean the kitchen and vacuum but that's all before my back gave out. I remember being able to clean the whole house, change bed linens, wash laundry, water the garden and lawn with the hose (it was very therapeutic), and still enjoy a nice huge cup of coffee on the front porch before it got too hot in the morning. Ahhhh, those were the days. Oh Well. Moving on.

We are now in the "Dog Days of Summer". Yes, that's where the temperatures hit in the 100's like every day. You could spontaneously combust if you move to fast around here. Even the kids move slow when they get off the bus lest they burst into flames. The dogs in the neighborhood don't bark because it takes too much energy. Everything is hiding in the shade including the grass.

David said while he was watering the garden this morning, steam came up from the ground. He said we're gonna have to move. He can't take living so near to hell like this. Shit! He don't know what hell is until you've spent a summer in Pheonix Arizona. Speaking of hell, I need to put ice on my back for a while. Later my darlings.

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