half a mile

Mojo's Weekends...

Ashley awaiting treats, courtesy of the Favorite HusbandMojo has been on her self-improvement kick for almost a year now, and one of my goals was to get back into shape, instead of being the lazy blob everyone has come to know and love... or at least tolerate. So I have been trying to keep away from my stupid laptop on the weekends, and instead I go hiking with the dog out in the woods.

Of course, sometimes you end up doing more than you intend. Such as, if you remember my last blog post, I mentioned I had to have my truck's frame completely replaced at the dealer's expense. When I got my little truck back, I skipped around for a week or two, until it happened to die on me in mid-drive, about a half a mile from my house. More Mojo!>>

Poor Bear....

So my Favorite Husband comes home last night a tad late with the news that he saw my tagged bear in the neighbor's yard maybe half a mile down the street. Only the bruin he saw wasn't doing so hot. Evidently one of his rear legs was injured and the bear couldn't put any weight on it. So he was just very slowly hopping around the neighbor's yard, right by their porch. More Mojo!>>

Stop-Action Turkeys

I can remember the first time I saw a wild turkey. We were renting a house in the middle of an industrial park--sort of this island of woods and fields in the middle of this huge airport industrial park, maybe half a mile from the airport. We had this very long half-a-mile driveway, and we were on our way out--the driveway dumped us in the middle of an aerospace contractor's parking lot--when we encountered this huge bird sitting in the middle of our driveway. It was way too big and ugly to be one of our chickens, and not ugly enough to be a turkey vulture. More Mojo!>>

Ceramic Bird Sculptures!

If you force me to admit it, I will say I rather like these fellows. Enough that, should they not sell, I will probably keep them instead of hurling them into the garbage and eliciting a minor thrill when I hear them break, which is the unfortunate destiny of some lesser crap. The stuff that shouldn't be burned in a wood stove, that is. If it's burnable, it goes in the kindling pile to await a lighted match, but if it is not burnable and/or is indeed made out of some sort of toxic materials Mojo will just admire the taste and/or savvy of the eBay community and quietly throw it out. But these guys are keepers. Not keepers enough to jealously hoard them and scream "MINE! MINE!" anytime anyone comes within a half a mile of them, but keepers enough that, should they not sell, Mojo would not mind them catching dust on a shelf somewhere. Because these are one of those so-ugly-they're-kinda-cute things that would actually make an acceptable gift in Mojo's admittedly odd world. More Mojo!>>

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