I’m writing from the strange location of my e-mail program . . . seeing if I can possibly post pictures THIS way. Whether in the Old Editor or in the New Editor, Blogger isn’t accepting my image uploads. The only possible explanation I can think of for this (other than the ones I’ve already checked out) is that I’ve maxed out my image uploads on this blog . . . but wouldn’t you think they’d TELL me that, were it the case? Hmph. Any of YOU having any problems uploading your images into blog posts?
I think I’ll try posting this much just to see the results. Hold tight and cross your fingers!
Continuation: well, it DOES work . . . with a couple modifications. Hey, at least I can put up photos again - I won't complain!
So, for a while, I've been day-dreaming about having barn cats. As of Saturday night, I have two . . . woodshed cats! (No barn yet.) Two of my girls from work accompanied me when they heard what my after-work errand was, and they chose the names Nica (for this one in front who seems to be a girl) and Ritz for the striped one in back. Me, I'm tending towards Boots for the first one (who has white sox) and Crackers for the other (Ritz . . . Crackers . . . ? Get it?). The first one is VERY lovey and clingy but, though she'll cry for a little while, hasn't tried to follow me back down to the house . . . yet. Last night was the first time that shy Crackers came w/in a foot of my legs. But, hey, I AM the lady with the tuna and milk!
A fun side effect of them living in / near the woodshed is that I feel the need (of course!) to spend some time visiting with them, both morning and night . . . but I have more time at night. So, until the mosquitoes have sucked up about half my blood and I can no longer stand it, I stay. And, last night, I caught Crackers suddenly attracted to a pile of cut birch . . . where the flashlight's beam showed a green tree frog hopping from log to log. I certainly wouldn't have seen that had I just gone into the house straight from the car last night! :)
- Chicken Mama