Dec 24

Merry Christmas to all.




Here's to smokey skies and rough seas.


Dave
More Egg Nog.

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Christmas is creepin' up on us. 

Dave
Egg Nog.

Dec 3

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The strongest winds we've seen all season! No fires.


Dave
Chocolate Chip Cookies with a tall glass of milk. Who knew?

Toaka says..."I don't like sharing my bed by the fire. I'm NOT sharing my snacks!"

Nov 26

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Thanksgiving has come and gone. Black Friday has...well....it's gone too. Thank goodness. Humanity should be ashamed. A woman used pepper spray inside a WalMart to gain an upper hand while attempting to buy an Xbox. YouTube shows a video of women fighting over towels that were on-sale for 1.88. Yep. One Dollar and Eighty Eight Cents!! A towel. 


Christmas will soon be upon us. It will soon be over as well.


Dave
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. I hope the holiday finds you well.

Toaka says..."The only good part about thanksgiving is the leftovers. Where's mine?"

Nov 9

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FIRE SEASON
It's snowing again.


Tonight I go sit it in with a local band. They needed a drummer for some sort of holiday party. So, I dusted off the drum set and stretched out the old arms. I will probably be sorry tomorrow.

Dave

I've never gone ice fishing, so I'm not sure I even know how. I suppose you just drill a hole in the ice....then fish. I had a cousin who brought home 400 pounds of ice when he went ice fishing. He flooded his house and drowned the cat when his wife fried it up.

Toaka says..."Oh Brother!"

Nov 4

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FIRE SEASON
I woke up this morning to a foot of snow. It took 3 hours to plow the drive-way. The Weather Dude says more snow is on the way. I heard that Southern California got quite a bit of precipitation as well. I think Fire Season in California is done....Finished....Over.....in Hibernation until next season. 

Dave

Maybe some ice fishing?

Toaka says... " Ice ??  What kind of snack is that??!!!"

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FIRE SEASON
It's snowing right now!!  Now you all know how grumpy I get in the snow.

Dave

We will be sticking with the current password for a while.

Toaka says..."Ooooh! It's snowing! That means we might get to plow!"

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FIRE SEASON
High winds are in the forecast for Southern California. A few starts have been knocked down.


HURRICANES
That bird is on the carving platter.

Dave
The Latest, Greatest Password will be.... TURKEY

Toaka says... "Must I share my bed?"

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Oct 31

BOO !

Oct 31

The Raven in the Storm
John Gorka


I'm the latest apparition
Cutting slices in the night
I come through without permission
Moving in and out of human sight
I'm the tapping on your shoulder
I'm the raven in the storm
I'll take shelter in your rafters
I'm the shiver when you're warm

I'm the gold in California
I'm the well in Mexico
Like the vultures in the valley
I will wait for you to go

I'm the gypsy in your pocket
I'm the horseman in your dreams
I'm the reason dogs are barking
I'm the hand that stops the scream

I'm the baby's cry that isn't
I am the distant relative
I'm the scratching in the ceiling
I'm advice you shouldn't give

I'm the ghost of a traveling salesman
My foot will be there in your door
Though I can walk through walls and windows
I will knock just like before

I'm the darkness in your daughter
I'm the spot beneath the skin
I'm the scarlett on the pavement
I am the broken heart within

I won't take a train to nowhere
I will not touch just anyone
Ask a stranger why I'm waiting

In the chamber of a gun

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FIRE SEASON
What??
HURRICANES
What???

Dave
Good morning my friend. The password is... The Raven.

Toaka says... "Raven?? Does it taste good?"

Oct 29

The new password is.....

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Now....Let's go fishin'

Oct 4

Queen Noor swimming in her pond

Oct 1 - Sad Day

Today at 4 P.M. we lost our lovely Noor to a cancerous tumor on her spleen.


Noor was a very beautiful girl. She had a graceful and regal look about her.  


Noor was always quick to pass out a hug. She was a loyal friend.


She will be missed forever.

Sept 30

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FIRE SEASON
The Weather Dude says NorCal might get a significant amount of rain next week. Hurricane Hillary (in the Pacific) is creating conditions that are condusive for Santa Ana Winds next week.
RUTH-Fire  Six Rivers National Forest
OUT. 
HURRICANES
Hurricanes are mostly moving to the North before making landfall in the U.S. 

Dave
Bushnell PermaFocus... The coffee was good this morning.
 We watched "The Guardian" yesterday.  Made me think of you. Wow. I know the movie is "Hollywood"....but WOW.  You should be proud. I am proud to call you my friend.

Toaka says... "I have friends....bring LOTS OF SNACKS!!"