Facebookers, forgive me for I have trolled

...and it's been...well...never, since my last confession. We didn't do that (ahem) stuff in Christian Science. Sure, we were into guilt & shame, but not hell. Or at least not a PLACE, other than the MORTAL UNIVERSE, which of course was only a construct of our own  MORTAL MINDS.

Excuse me. Religion does bring out the caps-lock in all of us, doesn't it?

But yeah, I did some trolling. Too tempting. A friend posted a link to the CHRISTIAN SCIENCE YouTube channel which is rife with such offerings.

(The videos average between a few hundred and a  couple thousand hits. Let me just brag that Sean Faircloth's Interview Formerly Appearing on YouTube of Liz Heywood, Plucky CS Survivor, nabbed something upward of 15,000 hits in the year before it was axed in a copyright dispute between Richard Dawkins & a nameless Disgruntled Former Employee.) 

The CS channel 137 videos and 810 subscribers. Which is to say, the 40,000-odd remaining church members are too old to figure out the InterWebs.

No, I know, I know, they want to SPREAD THE INSPIRED WORD OF WHATSHERNAME. 

(Un-caps-lock.) The CS series of some new, some older videos, is called "Lives Lived." The videos seem to run about a minute or two apiece while earnest folk of all ages & hairstyles talk about praying away their latest migraine, brain tumor, or whathaveyou. The comments, I quickly noticed, were disabled...

...on most of them.

OK, so what do you think I did? Yeah, that's what I did. Kept it short & sweet: Lives Lived, Legs Lost. Believe what you want; take your kids to a doctor. Along those lines. With my little leg/prosthesis/horse legs icon.     :-)  

Found a couple of those earnest I-was-HEALED clips to spruce up with my comments before I had to go get my daughter from track practice. Alas. So much fun, so little time.

By the time I was back the comments were disabled.     :-(     Stephanie Miller (progressive radio talk show host) would say, "See, this is why we can't have nice things!!"

But I bet she wouldn't say it in all caps.      ;-D

Crashing into spring

...in a dying HP pc, hence my unplanned blog-cation. J 

But have no fear! I am back to thrash my way through cyberspace and coax my wheezing and uncooperative machine despite its countless mock-deaths until the gears, transistors, baler-twine or whatever the hell is inside it decides to run a while. A new-to-me computer is waiting in the wings! Stay tuned.

 

In the meantime, I’ve single-handedly vanquished winter, depression, mud season & cold temperatures here at Holy Crow Farm, or at least outlasted them. The daffodils are finally blooming after sprouting from the ground & then holding their breath for two months. There’s even enough sparse green grass on my woodsy hilltop that I let the horses graze awhile today. They have to be eased into grass or they’ll eat themselves sick. Horses feel about new grass the way I do about White Lightning ice cream.

And the daffodils finally outnumber the little plastic fence insulators I nail to trees and posts to keep the electric fence hot. (I accidentally tested the electric fence myself the other day. Just thought I'd mention it works.) The insulators are exactly the same yellow as daffodils and during the Grey Months, I take heart at the bright spots of color in a landscape of neutral shades. In the early spring, I’m disappointed whenever I race towards yellow on the ground hoping for an early bloom only to find it’s a forgotten plastic piece.

 

But hey, it’s always an encouraging sign. Sooner or later, the flowers take the hint and burst into bloom.