Author: Paul

I vaguely remember my camera turning on inside my pocket. I reached in for some reason, maybe out of nervousness, and felt the lens extend into my palm. I didn’t realize I had taken a picture in there until I found this extraordinary shot. Well, that made my day.

I spent the morning out in Webster at my dentist. He had scheduled me for a two hour appointment, just enough time to remove a bridge that had some decay under it, fill the cavities and take a mold of my mouth for the new bridge. My dentist is a real craftsman and I suspect somewhat of a perfectionist, exactly the type of guy you want working on your mouth with power tools. He told me he wasn’t going to pry the old bridge off because he didn’t want to damage what was left of the teeth below. He said he was going to cut it off.

He put some wrap around sun glasses on me to protect my eyes from flying porcelain and went in there with something like a mini grinder. When he was done the assistant showed me a small pile of pieces that she had pulled out of my mouth. I left with a plastic, temporary bridge and I’ll stop back in two weeks to pay the big bucks and get my new bridge cemented in.

The rest of the day was spent prepping my parent’s garage for their garage sale this Saturday. Unfortunately we missed Louise when she stopped by with some important papers and a book by Julian Barnes called “Levels of Life.”

Steve called me from South Carolina. He was thinking of heading north to check on his trailer in Tennessee but he heard there might be snow there tonight. He told me our temperature is supposed to drop 40 degrees today. His trailer sits on a hilltop in the woods near a giant manmade lake. One of his neighbors up there emailed him a photo of the trailer after someone broke in. The door looked like it had been bashed in by a backhoe. He had a pretty good lock on there because he had already been broken into before.

The neighbor who emailed the photo said that he too was broken into but he knew who it was. It was his ex-wife and she spray painted the the inside of cabin.

This colt is probably no more than a few days old. The small stable on Wisner Road breeds racing horses and this one looks promising. I took about ten shots as it pranced around with its mom blocking my line of sight and then they headed back in the barn.

For us the “Winter Aconite” is the marker. I’ve tracked the yellow flowers every year since we first became aware of them and it is such a momentous sighting that I mention it in this blog. Type “yellow flowers” in the search engine above and you can see the dates from the last five years. This one is particularly late. They usually poke defiantly through the snow before Saint Patty’s Day. In 2012 they were blossoming on February 20th.

And our local rackaholic says the bucks are dropping their sheds, so get out there if you want to bring home a trophy.