Fungoid Fun

We've been having plenty of rain around here lately.  As a result, it's been tending a toward the damp side.  And damp lends itself to our Fungoid Friends.

I found this weird guy in the yard.

It always amazes me the variety of fungi one finds.

But I think this one is a first for me.

There was another strange one down in the back yard yesterday, but I was lazy and didn't get a shot at the time.

Big mistake.

When I went back today, it was gone - vanished without a proverbial trace.

You would think I'd learned my lesson by now.

If you want a pix - get it now!

Of course, some of us are just slow learners, very slow.

I wanted to use the excuse of being depressed from all this social distancing.

But really…

How hard is it to carry a camera into the yard and touch the shutter?

But that's a thing about depression.  It doesn't always seem logical.

On the plus side, the garden is supplying lettuce and kale for salad now.

And there are a few of these guys on the way!

There's nothing like fresh vine ripened tomatoes to brighten one's day…

And of course one's dinner!

Anyhow…

I do want to apologize for missing an interesting pix.

I would promise to do better in the future.

However…

I don't like to make promises that I'm unlikely to keep.

But, here is one more fungoid pix to make up for the missing ones.

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎

P. S. Here's a little something extra regarding fungi.

Still Here etc… etc.

It's been a couple weeks since we've posted here.

But not much has changed.

I mean, I could be a bit more depressed than before… but maybe not.

Is there a depression scale somewhere?

Maybe on facebook.  They seem to have all kinds of ways to rank yourself, or determine exactly which kind of crazy you are.

Lately there seems like a lot of political crap.

I seem to have "friends" on both ends of the political spectrum.  But I'd prefer to keep Kinda Fuzzy out of the toxic politics.

Time is passing.

I just realized that 2020 is approaching it's midpoint.

Well… maybe we still have a month to go. But there's already been months in limbo, at least for me.

Time seems irrelevant now.

But the depression is real enough.

I frequently wonder what's the point in getting out of bed in the morning.

But one can only sleep so much.

So this is Memorial Day Weekend!

We had a family camp-out planned, but that kinda got canceled awhile back.

And so, it's just more of the same.

Last week I did go out and visit a friend.  They live way up in the country so I suppose it was relatively safe.  Anyway, we just sat on the porch at an appropriate social distance and talked.

That was nice though.

But summer is here.

There are a few things in the garden.  I can get greens for my salad now.  But the weird weather made some of the lettuce bolt already.  And the Napa cabbage as well.

But these guys are a nice treat for the eyes.

Planted them a few years ago, but, I don't remember what they are called.

Some kind of Lily I would think.

During the afternoon, the fragrance fills the yard.

So perhaps there is hope for us yet.

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎

Zombies ?

A couple of weeks ago - or more… maybe… I don't really remember, I found a dead possum by the road in front of the house.

That was nothing unusual, of course.  This fellow had made the classic possum mistake of trying to cross the road… unsuccessfully, as is common.

While I have heard that there are people who think they are cute little things, I am not one of them.

(Used to have problems with them getting into the henhouse)

Consequently, I was not terribly sympathetic.  However, being quite dead, and right in front of my house, it would only be a matter of time until I would be unable to ignore it.  To make matters more inconvenient, it was a rather large fellow.

There was nothing to do but get out the shovel and go to work.

I managed to keep a reasonably sunny disposition as I prepared the grave.  After all, one less possum in the world could hardly be a bad thing overall.

Knowing that there are more, and worse things, prowling the darkness I made sure to add a cement block in way of a tombstone.

With this crazy "stay-at-home-stuff" going on now, it has become necessary to hand-wash undies and other stuff to avoid the laundromat.  And, while walking down to the clothesline with a basket of the unmentionables, I discovered this!

It seems that some loathsome creature of the night had paid a visit, and tunneled under the headstone, to indulge in a disgusting act of grave-robbing.

Is nothing sacred?

At least this is what I hope has happened.

The alternative is too terrifying to contemplate.

Could it be possible that an undead possum, clawed it's way from the grave, and is even now, wandering forrest and field as a terrifying

Zombie Possum!!?

Perhaps I should sleep with a garlic charm from now on - just to play it safe!

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎

A Brief Outing

Again, it's been over a week now since I've been anywhere.

Well no…

Strictly speaking I have been somewhere.  It's just the same place… constantly.

I mean, "here" is "somewhere"to be accurate about it.

(for all you literal minded folks)

But some supplies were beginning to run low.  So it was time to go out into the wide and dangerous world.

I had been working on a list, adding to it from time to time.  There had been a few times I had almost gone out, but figured I could get by for another day.  And "another day" became another, and so on.

So, I got out my little face-mask and…

The neighborhood grocery store was uncrowded, compared to the beginning of this lockdown-thing.  People were busy stocking the shelves with what they still had.  The meat section was pretty picked over - a whole lot of emptiness there.  But there was plenty of bread this time.

But still no toilet paper!

This is a strange thing.  I don't really get it myself.

Are people wiping their butts more now than before?

Maybe trying to do a better job or something?

I have a reliable source reporting that they have seen, here in America, a neighbor's garage piled with mounds of TP!

This is just wrong.

As for myself, I'll get by.

Awhile back, I purchased something online.  Ever since, I have received a weekly catalogue, like a hard-copy type.  Got quite a pile by now.  So, if worse comes to worse, I can always go "old-school" on that.  After all, here, plumbing is not an issue.

And there is a positive development.

It seems that Preying Mantises are fond of "Murder Hornet's" brains! - Like for munchies.

I saw it on the internet, so it must be true.

We need to encourage more immigration of mantises.

Dang.
Just realized I forgot the orange juice.

Just trying to make the best of things…

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎

It Just Goes On and On

Welp…

Still here, but feeling on the edge.

I'll admit it, this Stay at Home business is getting to me.  It's getting hard to get up in the morning.  Just doesn't seem to be much point - unless nature is calling.  That will do it.  I'm just not quite to the point where that wouldn't be enough.

Let's face it.  There are times when a good BM is the high point of the day.  And that seems like lately.

I'm just depressed, I suppose.

Nothing to do but wonder about every little "symptom"I think I notice.

Went out to the outhouse awhile ago.  There was a snake in there - harmless I realize.  But I just have this thing about snakes.

Now, I'm not sure where it's hiding in there.

This should be one of those "out of sight - out of mind" things.

But it doesn't really work like that in this case.

I'm afraid this might take some of the enjoyment out of that morning BM.

I know I should just forget about it.  I'm sure it's been there all along.

And yet…

Depression.

It's not that there is nothing to do.  There's plenty of work in the yard.  And that's not off limits.  The house needs a bunch of work too.  There are sewing projects, and just cleaning up a bit.  There is some writing I need to finish up.

I did make myself go out and do some weeding in the garden.

And felt the better for it.

That should be telling me something.

I realize I'm actually lucky.

If I were in New York, I'd probably be in a bodybag by now.

And I do have family.  They're just not here.

There's no one to talk to.

I do have conversations with Jandi.

They are getting more frequent.

Depression.

And then…

there is that snake.

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎