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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://deniseisrundmt.com/
But with it you get tickets to the Mice's concert PLUS you get to drive the FOKE LIFT! Man-oh-man! Roll my pants cuffs and call me Way Know.
And I DO remember Sukiyaki!
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It's beautiful in any langruage.
For Mrs. Mouse.
Well, looks like it's Facebook to hear the rest. What's the deal? I'd go to the moon for my baby. But Facebook? Hardly.
Try this instead.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, wow, brian... had a lot of stuff to do... got it done..
even got the rabbit out to play now...
he missed a few days...
(oh my, i was so blessed to find a DUCK to cook for soup, in the store) and NOW OF ALL THINGS:
you post birds/ducks/geese oh my and dingus, was it??
mentioned feeding chickens??
oh my...
say, wow! your photos finally loaded on the early page, too:
is THAT a 'moo-na-lisa'? ;)
where did you find that...
my younger brother, of all things, wants me to a copy of one, :))
well, GOOD the pics loaded, as, i had NO clue what you were talking about,
(yet again) UNTIL the photo-matches showed us...
:) i need that word-picture-connection, i reckon...
well, new years day:
grocery for the month...
again tried to call mom, about dad...
car gas, done... a good quarter tank this time, :)
making duck soup!...
painting for a gal's gift...
and saying 'hey there' here...
then: piano, i hope!
trying to do a bit of everything, so the new year will be 'seeded' nice
as to variety... must dance to strauss, as well, :))
once again, happy new year, wow, hope the mice don't
scare any future visitors away, the are multiplying like:
well, like mice, ;)
and a good hey there, to zbrown, too!
say, marlow, where is that horse/rock photo from, it is
very very nicely done! a good idea to paint, however, for private
family stuff, and changed a bit, as, not to hurt copywrite stuff ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Now as you can plainly see, the dream catcher that you sent and obviously put together in real time with real care and attention to detail, is installed in the hall.
We have decked the hall.
Merrily. And had a good cry.
My oh my. It was a flood and the mice ran up to the top bunk, it was so sloppy.
You see, Liz made dreamy catchers, beaded bedazzlers, Victoriana appealed mightily to her creative sides, which spanned all 360 of her enormous Mrs. Mouse soul.
It's important she knows we know about her. We are her tribe by injection, the Irish bastard mice of Campo Quatro.
I wish that I still had the photo that I took of her and her eldest and his fiance standing in El Cap Meadow, posed like the triumvirate of Bird, Long, and Billy Bad-Ass. It was sweeet. I was at their feet. Lookin' up at her. Maybe I'll bug Michel-Jon about that picture's whereabouts.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, it looks great up there, with the western stuff... i used manzanita, it came from manzanita man, he was very generous with the scrap-wood... very kind...
OKAY THEN--we are off and running into the NEW YEAR
and you have hords of mice to feed!
wow, sure hope you can afford it, ;)
okay, so that was #9, from johntp...
so now, you got ron's tomorrow, #10...
or, is that today, I HAVE LOST track, :))
then, ol' zbrown, i think is #11
and nita and anday, are #12
and liz, will be the baker's dozen #13
(i stuck my little gift in there too, a little hand made thing)...
hers is really sweet, you WILL love it... :)
i hope, if she was here, she'd have liked that for you, you will see:
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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We are out of synch. I'll let you catch up. I'm running. You're dialing.
Keep smiling.
We made it to 2014 in the nick of time, I think.
Saints vs. Angels at 5:00 p.m. Pacific.
Be the Sea.
Dare I say, Strauss would have loved "Jean Genie."
I'm gonna play it again. Re-run! Jean Genie, Jean Genie...
Yep, we danced all night and then some the first date we had was the last one.
Me and my baby did the Golden Arches for breakfast the morning after the wedding, then drove to Wawona and did the backside of Mount Elizabeth at dusk.
Woo-hoo!
Only on "The Flames After Dark!"
We sat up all night looking for pictures of Mount Lyell in the cabin's stock of picture books on the book shelves.
Pretty racy shot of MacClure, one of Gibbs in its suspenders and drawers hangin', and Boothe Lake all encased in ice. (In ral life, "Wuddabitch.")
Six shots of Lyell, five El Capitans. Four Royal Arches, Three Cookie Cliffs, Two Big Sequoias, and a single can of Olde English Stoutamalt and a chaser of Fireball at the World-Famous Center of the Universe.
Hello!
[Click to View YouTube Video]HELLOOOO!
Make your move on Wednesday. I'm still here.
No Wodonaasz, no Santa Clause with Tim Allen pt.3.
A weekly holiday. Hmmm....
Woody wouldn't object, would he?
It all begins in ANTwerp.
Then it shakes down the pipe to Merced and National City. Dig?[Click to View YouTube Video]Stay flexible. And use tape on those pretty hands.
THAT'S WHAT Society DOES BEST: Adulate. Bowie got it.
Moosedrool had it. Then lost it tempo. Then came stormin' back like a Schwarzenegger sequel. A good one, though.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... thank you for sharing of your beloved liz and the photo, say, if you can find it, let me know...
will see if we can turn it into something extra nice, too...
and get it framed...
got to go... will explain later...
no taco tonight...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'd take a room rental there in the bottom, center window.
Quite a wikiup, there. Is it equipped with a nuclear reactor?
What happens when Greenland and Antarctica are finally melted is probably not worth thinking about.
Or earthquaakessssss......
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Some of the stone in the stream looks sculpted. Did a sculptor live there?
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Another" rhymes with mother.Tis day ten.
A black and white Wednesday.
Ron, hope it was no bother, brother.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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neebbee, this is a brand new frame I happened to have by some weird coincidence, and all Bobbye's painting now needs is a proper border.
It's sort of weird, too, that Bobby Bob was watching Bobbye's picture being painted. :0)
That is a photo of Bobbye in the gold frame, but it is ghostly.
Coincidence, live, or is it Memorex?
I've tried to do all the mice and their gifts justice by posing them.
Of course, the fruitcake is history, but there is feralfae's card.
The faux silver tray from T Hocking's crackers is there with mice looking for crumbs. There is still some Gouda and the cheddar left.
I can only thank you all one more time.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
had a good start to the new year, thinking about my dad, and later, finally heard from my mom--but it was 'intense', i reckon to call it...
however we worked our way through the phone call...
will explain, later...
later tonight, i called my 'another rhymes with mother' and
things seemed more 'even keel' if a keel can be even in storms, but:
god did even them... (as to my 'sad rhymes with dad')...
well--mom and i had peace for the rest of the eve and i finished my
new year day, with roasting the rest of the duck (made soup, first, with it)... and my boston-stamp fairy, and i did bills and mail--she helps
'check my math' ;))
so:
said all that, as, coming here to see this wonderful sight...
a mouse-house of delight...
as many mice, now play by d' light of medium bright...
so glad you got a better frame, as you could see that one did not
fit--was for protection only... could not find any at the thrift
store, this time, but needed something for protection, so that did the trick...
yep, ron jumped right for the 'portrait of mother' early on, in the
list... (i reckon with the eye for art, in his work, he had an eye for
art, as to his gift-pick) ...
as i said, they all worked out so interesting in everyone's pick!
so fun, i had to learn more about these guys, and their choices...
only zbrown, and skully were not given too much to choose from, due to
getting hold of them late... but their gifts were surely
GOOD AND WARM... :) FROM good warm hearts...
well, as to liz:
i did not know what to pick to be from her... and then:
SUDDENLY, ON THE LAST TRIP... there it was!
it was HER!!!! (WELL, so i thought)...
hee hee, you will see...
sweet, yet bold...
symbol of a 'mrs' to hold...
made of glass...
a little lass...
there to 'travel along' the days, now, that be...
also, as to my little added in gift:
i know you like to learn of new places, and you may KNOW of this one
place, but if not, i will tell you more,'with the airing'...
it is connected to what the shaped-one, 'is wearing'...
*there is a BOOK, too, that goes with nita and timids...
*and zbrowns's has a bit of glass in the box, so open CAREFULLY!!!
HAPPY 2014!!
am keeping busy, and praying...
though had to stop in, for the sharing...
god sure loves us all...
as through life, we often crawl...
though, strengthened from crawls, to stand and run...
when we reach out for help, with each new sun...
passing on, a helping hand...
sending out good cheer...
knowing our days, are but blowing-sand...
we can try to our best, while here...
edit:
say, mouse... it is oil, and not acrylic... so let it dry a lot
before ever wiping it, or cleaning it... (however, these acrylic
seem to take long to dry, too, but i been using 'open' ones that
take longer to dry... thus, i try to send out 'CAUTIONS' :))
also, can't tell if you have it in glass (don't think you do) ...
not sure if glass over it, would be good for oil paintings???
you will know what to do though, :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... most likely i should NOT tell you this...
as, now, whenever you look at your mother's painting, you will SEE THIS:
but a good mouse, spies much:
when i did this painting, i KEPT noticing that the shadows on her
BLOUSE looked near enough like:
a christmas tree and a running mouse, ;)
i had to paint it careful enough so it did NOT look too intense, :))
see, there now! see, NOW you will always see that she was meant
to be a christmas gift, :))
so funny, huh, :))
god KNEW she had on JUST the proper outfit, that day!!!!
what else, can we say, :)
:O
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I just this minute saw this post,
for I've been out there in the cold world,
chasing shadow and light.
It is as you say so right to pray
For all whose way leads here to play.
No one will be turned away.
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There's a man back a-ways
Who believes at where he is
And there's a girl
Up ahead who says she knows
And the street overflows
With the folk who understand
But for the guy who can't be seen
He's the shadow man
And the shadow man is close at hand
Take a turn and see his smile
Made of nothing but loneliness
Just take a walk and be a friend
To the shadow man
You can call him joe, you can call him sam
You should call and see who answers
For he promises to come running, guided by the truth
But the shadow man is really you
Look in his eyes and see your reflection
Look to the stars and see his eyes
He'll show you tomorrow, he'll show you the sorrows
Of what you did today
You can call him foe, you can call him friend
You should call and see who answers
For he knows your eyes are drawn to the road ahead
And the shadow man is waiting round the bend
Oh, the shadow man
Ohooooo oooo
Shadow man, shadow man
It's really you, it's really you, it's really you
He's the shadow man
Oh yeah
Shadow man
Songwriters
Bonner, Garry / Gordon, Alan
But look what I came home with. Can I keep one?
http://www.latimes.com/la-tr-top-10-wood-gallery-pg,0,1522287.photogallery#axzz2pKk4MS6U
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lostinshanghai
Social climber
someplace
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Happy New Year Mousie, a couple days late.
I am Alive, free of the sticks. Started off first by tracking, finding out where, 5 hour flight, staying for a few weeks until he could see me. I was healed, jumped up and down with joy, threw the sticks into the audience like he told me to do, hit an old lady but I could walk free without them. That was until I walked down off the stage, tripped and then handed back the sticks. Thousands spent for nothing.
San Francisco worked on the back, Chinese doc read the area L4-L5 like a book even went back years of abuse to the spine and pinched nerves. He was pissed when he found out four days after he and three others did the surgery when I was toasting ice on the ground with propane when it was colder than a witch’s #it back in the first week of Dec.
So mellowed out, walked, walked, couldn’t watch Jerry baby any more so tried about everything to copy slides, close but not close enough, was not happy with results so finally drove to Modesto and bought a scanner ; happy with the results. Nice machine.
So here are a few for a start. These were the real best times for all of us. No politics, lots of booze, drugs, rock and roll and everything else with one idea: climb, fun and more fun. This was the time when the real Mountain Bar was a bar.
Will post more as soon as I can get my hands on them. Still have my day job.
Will tell stories on the Flames with photos.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The tunnel of time begins in the hole in Millis' smile.
My friends and fellow Christians, the sun is an early riser and dissing Jesus and carousing all night will not get you into heaven.
For you are here now.
Enjoy May while you can remember it.
This is what the great Talus Slides are made for, so that mice and near-misses can still reap what we have all sown:
History, made by hands jammed into deep deep cracks in the dermis of Mommy, seen through eyes glazed red, and savored like bacon on my camp stove.
Eat of our bodies as they were, feast on the wine of sweat and tears, and LET IT BLEEED!
Amen.
[ex tempore ad hawk prayer from the Rev via sympathetic ley virgins in lycra dancing in the dream I just woke from, which was mainly about Degnan's, but that's okay, it's all soul food from the Auld Sod]
Jay, you old sod! Dynamite me a tunnel and the Throwpie shall be in the sky for reals!
BLATS FROM THE PAST
Pt. one, Degnan's
A Winter Night in Yosemite
by Doctor John P. Degnan
The winter nights were the best in the long ago era of Yosemite before the auto and the all-year highway. Somehow, although the young historians may disagree, it was colder so that we could cut the river ice and store it in sawdust rooms for summer use, and there was deep snow unbroken as the eye swept the meadow and thence up the sullen cliffs to where the eagles soare
Home, in the shadow of these cliffs, was primitive by today’s standards, but most comfortable to my brothers and sisters and me. The outside world of storm and fury or silent chill was completely locked away by the sturdy walls my father built, and the wood fire in the cast iron stove lent a cheerfulness and serenity to all that sometimes is not found in the home today. Hot, just-baked bread, beans and salt pork, then a summer apple from the straw—and then my father’s flute and songs from the Celtic land—warrior songs and happy jugs and my mother danced but scarcely touched the floor. Then quiet night, and family prayers and we children up to bed, where the friendly gabled window held back the storm but let in the stars.
Downstairs, my father would smoke the short clay pipe he had bought from the peddler the summer before. He was a remarkable man, physically powerful, in fact the strongest man in Yosemite. (I myself had seen him thrash three men at once on an occasion I will not recite here.) This great physical strength was tempered by a prudent and judicious mind that made him a loving and provident father and friend of an isolated community that often needed his services.
[The Brauns live this way, the rest of the community who have lived there long enough will find this is the mindset of those who exist there. Help when you can, it comes back when you need, and it’s all for as near free as it can get. Simon—the-cat--says.]
My mother, in contrast, was of short stature but stiff as a ramrod inside. Her early life on a farm in Ireland prepared her well for the rigors of these pioneer times in Yosemite. She had a kind heart which she often kept hidden from careless scrutiny.
These two people, John and Bridget Degnan, had come to this grand and awesome place as young married, to build a home and raise a family. My father worked on the roads and trails and my mother baked and soon started a dairy in the summer. Some how they got along, and the children helped, and I knew we were not poor—while not quite as rich as some others.
Cows!
The winter nights went by and winters and summers came and so did the people. And we have a fine fancy business now, and the sign says, Degnan’s of Yosemite, since 1884, and my own grandchildren are in the house my father built.
The Donahoe family, descended from John and Briget, and friends of the Flames, were good to lots of us and climbed with some of us.
They had a way that made you feel like you were in two places at once, as Gypsy's caption indicates.
neebee, I'm not going to iron the quilt. It's a man's quilt. And it's on my recliner. It's warm. I fell asleep in the chair on it. I like the wrinkles. It's gaining character as I type. Thanks, really. The Hmongs are better, quilt-wise. Don't mind my saying. They have tons of help and no Bobby Bob to disrupt things!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]There will always be a space in the parking lot (dream on).
A steel bong-bong engagement
Dirty filthy pop tent
Feed on me
Well, aight
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