Ipad photos, fifty cent snow and an interesting meeting

This morning , photos taken with the new IPad...close ups are quite good but far away is pixilated-ish. Anyway, it will be good for travel , slow but adequate. The snow flakes are multi flake, hooking on to one another making HUGE flakes the size of fifty cent pieces.

Like a ticker tape parade, It is not sticking- too wet. Trippy snow fall !

 

And this is what is happening indoors, a new bloom taken with IPAD camera. Pretty good- good enough.

I am never quite sure what to make of people who claim to have special "seeing"  abilities. Immediately my brain blocks them- "wacko charlatan" and I give a wide berth. So, the woman I met at the Scandinavian fair reckoned things about me , though we had not had a conversation, just standing in line...  Out of the blue, big smile on her face she claimed that my mother was very close and that she was with me during some recent trauma -  I could not think of any "trauma" off the bat, so I just said "Hmmm."

 I gave no indication that I had had surgery- how would she know-  then, on my way back home , I put the visor down to block the sun , it has a mirror on it which pointed directly to my messed up  neck. The scar is becoming very visible and the flesh around it has succumbed to gravity , cut muscles during the surgery has made my neck look  like wadded up nylon stockings that got too close to a flame.  Of course-Obvious! I think that folks who consider themselves as "special seers" are simply hyper observant...confident  and bold enough to speak it. That said, how did she know that the  surgery episode  felt like all encompassing love and well being for a few seconds lifted me right out of this mortal coil, and put me  on  the road outta here- feeling fabulous! Is that what folks mean when they have near death brain activity that feels like  the most glorious light  which corporal  body melds into and becomes all twinkly? Dunno, I mean Opium does not even hold a candle to that high ! Hospital drugs are mighty fine but not that good!  It was  very brief . When I landed back in bed "mother" was my thought, as well as  "I want to do that some more, please! Kill me now!"....I thought. If that is dying , oh boy, what a treat! And was George Floyd seeing his Mama when he called out to her? Probably....

Anyway, I liked this woman immediately, A sweet happy kind person. We shopped together , appreciating all of the same things enthusiastically.  She was like a comfortable bedroom slipper , like an old friend. That in itself is interesting as I generally avoid  getting  chummy, especially with a stranger! We talked for about an hour and a half after I walked her to her car so that she could show me some little pewter objects she bought earlier in the day.  Truly it was like catching up with a pal I had not seen for awhile.  She reckoned it nothing particularly odd that her experiences are well, ODD. . It just is but she said that she was nudged toward me by something other. Ok, well- whatever, "nice to have met you. Stay well." She gave me her number and said to call sometime, I said "sure"...won't but that was nice of her and the universe "nudge"....maybe. Who the Fug knows, anything can be true , anything can be  "I WANT to believe"- and as false as a big daddy in the sky.  We know nothing.

Perhaps people who observe so well are just  really good readers.  I met a good reader and it was -good.

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And this just in- Barbie Jeep Racing.

To compete in this sport, you’ll need steely nerves, plastic wheels, a steep hillside and a refusal to grow up. 

“Barbie jeep racing” has gained popularity as a zany offshoot of offroad festivals in several states. A Wyoming powersports dealer said he’s eager to bring the semi-insane pseudo-sport to the Cowboy State.