Good afternoon all.
Thanks for the Spring pics SCL, now if everyone posted just one pic of Spring in their area, I wouldn’t be singing the cabin fever blues quite so loudly! (33F and sunny, sparkly ice and snow everywhere.)
doggyb it bites that the medicine which makes your back feel better racks you tummy. I take 500 mg’s of naproxen twice a day for my back and other pains, and it hurts my tummy some, but not so much that I can’t/won’t take it. And blush thank you. Oh, and skiffman had no harpoons, and he has been on my nerves for the last few days. If he doesn’t chill I may be looking for a replacement… 
Jah I feel for you, I have the same experience. My (years ago) therapist told me that those dreams were the way our subconscious cleans house. The worst of my dreams have subsided, but I had a bad one last night too. Just a weird flashback, but it was creepy. I have two younger brothers, and I too have survivor guilt. My brothers are so messed up, and I honestly do not see them getting straightened up, and it breaks my heart. The two little boys with buzz cut hair I rambled through fields and woods with are still in my mind, but bear no resemblance to the men they are now. Violent, criminal, addicts, mentally and physically ill, one homeless and one in Federal Custody. They have never had their own homes or families, they both have children somewhere but they won’t tell us with whom or where they are. The youngest had a son who wandered off at the age of two and was found drowned the next morning in a wooded area, my brother was in custody and the mother was so high she left him alone in the yard. It’s all very tragic, and we all three shared a common horrifying childhood, but for some reason they never found their way out. I have mentioned before that I think that you and I have a lot in common, and I wish you inner peace from the past.
ursus toomuchinformationus is correct about cow attitude. I have been chased over fences and up trees by usually gentle bovines. Thanks for the recipe, it sounds good! I have mentioned before that I am two generations removed (physically) from my Southern roots, and maybe it’s my age, maybe my latitude, maybe the lack of Spring, but I have an interest in all things Southern right now. As a matter of fact a misplaced Southern Carolina friend of mine performed yet another act of unasked for kindness last night, and I want to model a magnolia blossom out of my polymer clay and glue it to a magnet for his fridge, so any descriptive comments on the physical aspect of the center of a magnolia blossom would be very helpful. I have found plenty of images on google, but the center is not clearly defined, and I want to make it as realistic as I can. He describes finding a grove of pure white magnolias and being overcome with the scent rather frequently, and I would like to gift him with something to remind him of home to divert his attention away from quietly going stir crazy with the extended ice and snow.
Poor rebo, sounds as if your workplace is just irritating. calm, soothing thoughts
And a belated welcome back spats! I need my pun fix on a daily basis!
MBG BANG Did that help?
Thank you Ellen, you are kindness your own self.
pugs I promise that the gray is there in abundance. Maybe an outdoor photo would show it better, though it’s not likely that I will be outside anytime soon other than in and out to the banya or when I have to go somewhere, and then it’s as quickly as possible!
Oh yeah, and swampy I said I was gonna eat bear not bare! Don’t you have some burly butcher bacon to fry up…nekkid? 
And dear FCM, I was referring to your ignoring a certain someone who is having all kinds of fun this week makin’ us need to bleach our brains. I wouldn’t pout about no comment about you not lookin’ at me, although it seems that I am lookin’ at you, lol!
Geezo-peezo MamaTigs, that made my knee hurt in sympathy. Take care of yourself, please! Condolences on your aunt, it’s a blessing when we pass quietly and peacefully.
Oooooh, excitement! Three, count 'em, three troopers just came up and hauled away a neighbor. A drunk Native, so I can imagine there was hell being raised.
Okay, I need to get something done besides getting up, showered and dressed, and surfing the Dope. We are having basketti tonight with both ground up bear and bear sausage. I don’t plan on telling the kids that it’s bear until after dinner, I’ll update you on how it turns out. Both the basketti and the kids reactions!
