Harvest Cat

It seems the Apocalypse has occurred. According to my system, out of the normally 23 networks available in my space none are available. None? Really! Well how the bloody hell is Pandora still playing?

Big dude, white cover-alls, gas mask… kind of sexy in a Mad Max kind of way or street art demo or impending apocalypse.  Random I know but not something you see every day. I carry my camera at all times (almost) and the time I have not got it great photo shoots present themselves. So…. Murphy!!!!

When I was in living in Cali there were drivers, tourists and the other people. The other people have made their way east and are now in Texas. How can I tell? Their driving skills or lack thereof; they are neither defensive driving nor offensive driving but more of a timid terror yet I have every right to be here and I have diplomatic immunity careless approach to others in vehicles around them. Son-in-law Chris, you know what I speak of, you have photographed such drivers while in Cali. Yes, I do realize they could just be new to driving and are still a bit insecure. My suggestion to these people; if in doubt pull off the road do not drive 3 miles per hour while you figure it out and then make a right turn from the far left lane while someone has changed lanes behind you to pass you so they can do the posted speed limit of 30. This being said I have been in their shoes in Ciudad Acuña where alto does not really mean stop it means dodge the children with their gum, the 4 nuns, the horchata cart and the donkey to get to the cantina. Nobody but Americans stop at the alto signs in Mexico, and once you do stop you will be there a long while because nobody else stops.

After being perplexed I got down to figuring out what happened to the Butterfly and why I had no networks. We shall call it F2 challenges. Resolved.

So, did Keller Dover get rescued from the cavernous hole in the ground or did he bleed to death right there 15 feet from Detective Loki? How far away did the crazy aunt drive his truck that the police never saw it? Did they find it the next day? My brain played with the ending for hours.

Black Cats and Halloween. In Latvia the god of Harvest, Rungis embodies a black cat. It is said that finding a black cat in your barn means you will have a prosperous harvest. To the farm folk in this country black cats are good luck .

In Scotland a strange black cat on your porch brings prosperity.

One popular tale from British feline lore illustrates the thinking of the day. In Lincolnshire in the 1560s, a father and his son were frightened one moonless night when a small creature darted across their path into a crawl space. Hurling stones into the opening, they saw an injured black cat scurry out and limp into the adjacent home of a woman suspected by the town of being a witch. Next day, the father and son encountered the woman on the street. Her face was bruised, her arm bandaged. And she now walked with a limp. From that day on in Lincolnshire, all black cats were suspected of being witches in night disguise. The lore persisted. The notion of witches transforming themselves into black cats in order to prowl streets unobserved became a central belief in America during the Salem witch hunts. Thus, an animal once looked on with approbation became a creature dreaded and despised.

”One cannot catch a black cat in a dark room.” Chinese proverb