Play it, Jen
Every good movie has a piano player somewhere in the background--
sometimes seen, usually unseen.
Seldom really noticed.
The feeling, the very soul of a scene, is created by that person tinkering at the keys.
It has been said, "All the world's a stage."
Well then...Play it, Jen.
- Name: Jenny
- Location: Over Yonder, Missouri
I'm a California Native transplanted to the Missouri Ozarks. I've learned how to chase cows in high heels and load hay faster than you can say "Coco Chanel." These are some of our pictures and stories of living in a land with breath-taking beauty and adventure around every bend.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Goin' to count the hay...
We watched them for a little while to figure out what they would possibly be doing hanging out on second-storey windows. We realized they are eating bugs that come up to the glass, attracted by the light shining through it. These little tiny green frogs grab mosquitos and moths that come up near the glass. It is really fun to watch them hard at work.
This is one of the little frogs that came out the other day as I was watering a flower bed on the ground down below the windows.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Dog and Cat Diaries
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for
the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate
with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every
move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an
elevated cell,so he is safe. For now...
Monday, July 02, 2007
It's flooding out here like crazy. We're so lucky to be up on a hill so all we have to do is just watch it (except we're also watching our road wash away). So many folks around here are having trouble with it. Many people couldn't make it in to church yesterday because roads and highways are flooded and they couldn't get across. Many men from church left early yesterday to go out and help pump flooded basements and get some people moved to higher ground.
We walked our pasture yesterday. Fortunately, much of our pasture runs downhill so most of the water runs off. However, the spots of level land in the pasture have several inches of water just standing on it as the ground cannot absorb any more moisture. Our ponds are very very full and the air is filled with the song of happy frogs.
The town where our favorite WalMart is at (about a half hour from here) received 21 inches of rain in one day. As of last night they were expecting rivers to crest at 46 feet past flood stage. River surfing anyone?!