Helga the Horrible Goes to the Reunion

In a matter of days, we attend the Tree Hugger's 50th reunion at the College of Wooster in Wooster, OH.

Some people try to lose weight before a reunion. 

Others lose teeth, without even trying.

I am going to feel like Helga at that reunion. I had to have a lower front tooth pulled on Tuesday. I'm still pretty self-conscious about it.  I'd had two root canals on this tooth, so it was fragile to begin with. I really shouldn't have held that pillow in my mouth while changing the pillowcase. Anyway, the root cracked and the tooth is gone. 

I'll have to put up with a gap in my grin for at least four weeks. It's not pretty, but eating and talking pose no problems. I think I can have a good time at the reunion anyway.

A Hearse of a Different Caller

Sorry. That's the punch line of a lame joke, a play on the words "horse of a different color." 

It's just a workings of a sick mind, that's all. Because yesterday, I really did see a horse of a different color. Two of them, in fact. 

I always thought that the Amish could have any color of buggy horse they wanted as long as it was dark brown or black.  That's what you usually see: a buggy drawn by a single dark horse. The horse may have white socks, a white star or blaze on its forehead, but the rest of it is always black or brown.

Driving along Route 62 near Killbuck, in Holmes County, OH, we passed a buggy drawn by a team of cafe-du-lait horses with cream-white manes and tails. We've never seen such a thing before. Perhaps they were being driven by a teen-aged girl, because the rules are relaxed a bit for young people.

We had a pleasant weekend in Ohio. The wild dogwood is everywhere in bloom.  We also saw ragwort, spring beauties, phlox, dames' rocket, and trillium. Near our creek, we saw a deer, three blue herons, and a hawk. It rained a lot. The rivers are high and I am sorry to tell the folks downstream that more water is on the way.

Second Wind for the Birthers?

Just when we thought the birthers had finally been proven wrong, Fate throws them another bone to chew on. How long will it be before the conspiracy theorists accuse Obama of lying about the identity of the guy now sleeping with the fishes?