<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:12:40.422-05:00</updated><category term='Grandchildren'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='XMAN'/><category term='Controversy'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Zen'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Volcanos'/><category term='Earthquakes'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='House'/><category term='Characters'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Boats and Ships'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='History'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Aging'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Sha'/><category term='Turtles'/><category term='Thankfulness'/><category term='Fungus'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Bees'/><category term='Signs'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='One-dayness'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='War'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='plants'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Trees'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Retirement'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Snakes'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='Computers'/><category term='Fruit'/><category term='Bugs'/><category term='Respite'/><category term='Hurricanes'/><category term='Blog Roll'/><category term='Life Stories'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Thursday thoughts'/><category term='Sunsets'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i blog and therefore i am...no, i am, and therefore i blog.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1045</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8651156995066532527</id><published>2012-01-24T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:19:18.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It  Is Complicated</title><summary type='text'>
While cleaning out my closet after the painting fiasco I came across my soapbox.  It was a little dusty, so I cleaned it off and now that it looks so shiny and sharp I must stand on it for a bit.  Go get something hearty to drink as I would like you to be polite and listen through to the end... I am waiting... Go on, I won't fall off this thing.  I do have a lot to say.  (If you do not live in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8651156995066532527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8651156995066532527' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8651156995066532527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8651156995066532527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-complicated.html' title='It  Is Complicated'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3728694164382618046</id><published>2012-01-22T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:21:57.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Paint Dry</title><summary type='text'>





My recent weekend consisted of bringing home paint chips from the hardware store, putting them against the wall of my master bedroom and agaisnt the oriental rug on the floor, deciding on a hue, purchasing a gallon of the best quality paint they had and painting the bedroom.  (Cannot get in to see the ankle Doc for another week...so ankle be damned...and it was.)

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A photo of a nearby shoreline tweaked with filters and tone and lighting manipulation.



Yes, in answer to some questions, the photo in the prior post was my lovely granddaughter.  I captured her in the middle of a hide and seek game where she was hiding under a ladder in a playground and her innocent childhood personality was revealed like shining silver in such a photo.  I tweaked it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1371528245547488474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1371528245547488474' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1371528245547488474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1371528245547488474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-what-is-it-really.html' title='So WHAT Is It, Really?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_mLLz0b1NU/TxYPAb9_DZI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/CF74q0WRz2s/s72-c/coldwat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7577428875397483002</id><published>2012-01-15T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T07:50:06.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Is a Three Letter Word</title><summary type='text'>




Photography, painting, music, and writing all fall under the domain of creative art, and therefore, are covered by the term "artistic license."  According to Wikipedia (not exactly recognized as the final or most accurate word on such discussions) artistic license is:

Entirely at the artist's discretion
Intended to be tolerated by the viewer (cf. "willing suspension of disbelief)
Useful for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7577428875397483002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7577428875397483002' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7577428875397483002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7577428875397483002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-is-three-letter-word.html' title='Art Is a Three Letter Word'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsYs0RCthc0/TxLKmOm6AII/AAAAAAAAEzA/sc_gDryNu90/s72-c/tas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7159445197288989423</id><published>2012-01-13T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:46:02.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News but Mostly Bad</title><summary type='text'>
Well, I have gotten the results of my X-ray and MRI.  My ankle was healing as I was taking long walks, but there were days when it felt stiff or a sudden movement would create deep pain.  I wanted to have the option to get back into yoga, aerobics and other exercise.  I am not a lean mean exercise machine, but I go through phases of loving or needing it before I become a slug at intervals.  This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7159445197288989423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7159445197288989423' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7159445197288989423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7159445197288989423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-news-but-mostly-bad.html' title='Good News but Mostly Bad'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-141919770462340018</id><published>2012-01-10T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:20:20.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Plunge</title><summary type='text'>
As some of you geek types may know I have been having some difficulty with the dwindling storage space in my free account on Pica$a (adding characters rather than real letters to the words in this post following another bloggers wisdom to avoid search engines) that G00gle has allowed for my blog.  I blog anonymously and therefore do not really care if these blog photos are preserved in large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/141919770462340018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=141919770462340018' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/141919770462340018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/141919770462340018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking the Plunge'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-986740849569472984</id><published>2012-01-07T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:12:41.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><summary type='text'>
I am one of those obnoxious people that makes one or two major New Year's resolutions and usually keeps them...at least for the year.  Thus I will list some big and small plans I have finally gotten around to formalizing this year.


Get a pass on my ankle so that I can start exercising again.  (Already started this with an x-ray this past week and and getting MRI next.  My ankle really is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/986740849569472984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=986740849569472984' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/986740849569472984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/986740849569472984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-221519594294671154</id><published>2012-01-05T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:13:58.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Keep Up</title><summary type='text'>
This is crazy.  No wonder everyone is sick, at least almost everyone I know including my doctor.  I have had a nice fire going most evenings and afternoons as temperatures outside hovered just over 30F.  The birds are loving the heated water and eating all the fattest seeds first.  I have gone through a pound of peanuts, not for me for them!  I also put on my nice warm fleece tops as I bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/221519594294671154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=221519594294671154' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/221519594294671154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/221519594294671154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/cannot-keep-up.html' title='Cannot Keep Up'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8283146838678045380</id><published>2012-01-01T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:15:41.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Script</title><summary type='text'>
I blogged rather disparately about my birthday a few days ago which did eventually go off without a hitch.  As proof, below are a series of photos on the cake making and eating.  The mix and candles had been found and the little girl learned to bake a cake.





She had to taste the batter (health officials please look the other way) and give it her blessing before it went into the oven.




And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8283146838678045380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8283146838678045380' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8283146838678045380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8283146838678045380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-script.html' title='A Post Script'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smfJMwiH1Pg/TwCE_G8bCcI/AAAAAAAAEws/RFCj8X3gCTw/s72-c/cakbak1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-84178625849783239</id><published>2011-12-30T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:04:17.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Journey</title><summary type='text'>






We are on our way to a new year.  A year that we fill with hopes, dreams, passions and successful ideas.  We tuck it tightly under our arm and head out, chin high, eyes clear, looking only forward with no backward regrets or reviews of past failures.  It is a clean slate we have before us with no marks or smears or scratches, yet.  We only see the clear blue of potential and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/84178625849783239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=84178625849783239' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/84178625849783239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/84178625849783239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-journey.html' title='The Next Journey'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5n0FGQ3Eg8/Tv38js7dK1I/AAAAAAAAEwg/CSiVBECSIbo/s72-c/fogon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8538760161743701636</id><published>2011-12-27T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:54:32.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rains</title><summary type='text'>
What a bitter afternoon this has been.  After a fall of calm and moderate weather the winds have decided to howl and throw biting rain at my windows.  The young oak trees that have held on to the copper leaves now flutter them like mad brown butterflies revving jet engines before taking flight.  If I must be sick, there is nothing more comforting than lying in a cozy bed and watching the cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8538760161743701636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8538760161743701636' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8538760161743701636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8538760161743701636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/rains.html' title='The Rains'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-338654027699144674</id><published>2011-12-26T16:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:20:33.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Now?</title><summary type='text'>
I drove back from daughter's house with a sick husband who toughed it out because he did not want to miss their Christmas.  All three grandchildren were sick with coughs and runny noses, but that did not stop them from enjoying a present-filled Christmas  My granddaughter opened the large box she had seen at my house when she was staying with me last week thinking it was a large fan.  It was fun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/338654027699144674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=338654027699144674' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/338654027699144674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/338654027699144674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-hear-me.html' title='Can You Hear Me Now?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4062806387477135101</id><published>2011-12-25T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T07:06:27.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings to You and Your Kin</title><summary type='text'>
May you have the gladness of Christmas which is hope;
The spirit of Christmas which is peace;
The heart of Christmas which is love.
~Ada V. Hendricks
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4062806387477135101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4062806387477135101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4062806387477135101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4062806387477135101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/greetings-to-you-and-your-kin.html' title='Greetings to You and Your Kin'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5624448916307533162</id><published>2011-12-23T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:57:55.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fly--not at all in a Holiday Mode</title><summary type='text'>
Just like that aberration in the same-named movie, the fly started annoying with a soft buzz on her right side.  She had just settled down to read before bed.  Cushions had been propped carefully, the comforter tucked across her legs and lap and the book in the perfect halo of the lamp.  The room was cozy and quiet...except for that damned fly.  He was closer now.  She heard the buzz just behind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5624448916307533162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5624448916307533162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5624448916307533162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5624448916307533162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/fly.html' title='The Fly--not at all in a Holiday Mode'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4815942229981256023</id><published>2011-12-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:51:31.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><summary type='text'>
Thus far today my birthday has proceeded according to a typical plan.




Last night my granddaughter, who is staying at my house this week, had a horrendous nightmare and then proceeded to come down with a nasty cough the rest of the night...no sleep for me.
This is birthday breakfast at my house in the photo above.  E-Z prep.
Last night hubby asked if by any chance I had purchased the cake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4815942229981256023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4815942229981256023' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4815942229981256023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4815942229981256023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPOn0Eikob4/TvHurSLuKqI/AAAAAAAAEwM/KRAXxXf140Y/s72-c/dough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6924245481856186377</id><published>2011-12-17T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:55:14.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>J'accuse the Jacuzzi</title><summary type='text'>





It is like my private pool,

All white and big enough

for two to meet.

It lies alone most days

Waiting for my attention.

I fill it with water that is hotter

than a Japanese geothermal spa.

I enter naked and carefully

To sit not on river rocks

but a textured plastic bed.

The ointments dance with

the watered bubbles of air and

soon I am sitting in

a field of rain-bowed orbs

with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6924245481856186377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6924245481856186377' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6924245481856186377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6924245481856186377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/jaccuse-jacuzzi.html' title='J&apos;accuse the Jacuzzi'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pseBPaLgO_A/Tu0IXpbkszI/AAAAAAAAEvk/tZ2gmYkRmpk/s72-c/bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5010325807787355073</id><published>2011-12-14T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:12:53.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Angry Birds</title><summary type='text'>

Fix your face she said.
He wiped the smile away.
She sat on the couch and focused her attention on the re-run.

It was just a squirrel
to run around and around

in her easily distracted mind - he understood.

He sat in the faded chair
by the window and picked
with one arthritic hand at
the broken seam in his pants.

Fix your mind he thought.
Her eyes got that far away look.


Today was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5010325807787355073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5010325807787355073' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5010325807787355073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5010325807787355073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/angry-birds.html' title='Angry Birds'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5205141600391361573</id><published>2011-12-12T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:00:12.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Last Words</title><summary type='text'>
This will be the last post on my project for a while.   I will try to provide more interesting fodder for my readers on other subjects in future posts.   But I have continued to write on this story...there seems to be endless research that interrupts my every sentence.  Thus far I have researched flora in Australia, bakery goods in Australia, aboriginal names, and more on geology, mining, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5205141600391361573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5205141600391361573' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5205141600391361573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5205141600391361573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/few-last-words.html' title='A Few Last Words'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1786222970836803143</id><published>2011-12-10T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:06:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project</title><summary type='text'>
Is it a good (?) thing that this motivation has continue to stay with me over the days? (If you are in a fog...see two prior posts.)  I am already thinking of how I could keep this story moving forward and more self-motivating...making it into short chapter stories before I weave it into the big picture.  Do I dare make it a New Year's Resolution?  I actually keep most of my resolutions so I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1786222970836803143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1786222970836803143' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1786222970836803143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1786222970836803143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/project.html' title='The Project'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3287080904852041597</id><published>2011-12-08T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:34:07.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>
Writing the beginning story post below is like casting a net.  It keeps getting caught on so many rocks and shells and such. I have to research a zillion questions for these two people.  I have to research archaeology, opal mining, visas, Australia, and who knows what else!  So much for following the rule that you should write what you know.  I have the vague outline of a story that came in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3287080904852041597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3287080904852041597' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3287080904852041597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3287080904852041597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3680633021957469395</id><published>2011-12-06T07:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:01:16.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Self-imposed Exercise</title><summary type='text'>

Amelia had finally made the break.  She was at long last able to set her course for freedom and independence, far from the confines of her parochial small town at the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains.  This new job was in a remote corner of Australia.  She had scored a job with a mining company whose retrieval of opals had brought it too close to a possible human migration site.  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3680633021957469395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3680633021957469395' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3680633021957469395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3680633021957469395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/self-imposed-exercise.html' title='A Self-imposed Exercise'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5485361677219350414</id><published>2011-12-05T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:25:55.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Before</title><summary type='text'>
They once were unique and individual.  Some tall, some short, some medium.  They were thin and fat and muscular and lanky.  Their hair was brown or golden or fiery red.  When they aged the crown of hair on their head reflected the passing of the years by turning silver or white or disappearing entirely.  The purple and green and rainbow were not the crowning colors seen today.  The exaggerated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5485361677219350414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5485361677219350414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5485361677219350414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5485361677219350414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-before.html' title='The Time Before'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2399332102854122501</id><published>2011-11-30T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:47:12.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of Life</title><summary type='text'>
(My guy readers can skip this one.)

Many years ago a stand-up comedian Roseann Barr had her own television show.  It was the counterpoint to Bill Cosby's upper middle class black family.  It was about the lower blue collar white family.  It was brash, loud and different.  While I did not like Roseann's character nor her real personality I did find the show worth watching as they tried to deal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2399332102854122501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2399332102854122501' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2399332102854122501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2399332102854122501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-time-of-life.html' title='That Time of Life'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-544578490294219753</id><published>2011-11-26T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:00:11.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><summary type='text'>
Whew.  Everyone  has eaten too much food and they have finally left in their cars, one family to head home and decorate their house and the other couple to head to (future in-laws) the house of the girl friends parents which is a 6 hour drive north.

The house is peaceful and I am sure, once I find energy, I will be retrieving left-behind treasures and other nefarious surprises.  I still have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/544578490294219753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=544578490294219753' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/544578490294219753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/544578490294219753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3446865998713767646</id><published>2011-11-23T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:47:00.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another American Holiday</title><summary type='text'>

I sometimes have holidays filled with guests, friends and relatives.  Some holidays are quiet as I try to get through them by avoiding the crowds.   I am having a reasonable sized group of the above this year for Thanksgiving and started the shopping and cooking yesterday.   It is so much easier since I no longer work!  I am doing all the traditional cooking and decorating and planning and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3446865998713767646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3446865998713767646' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3446865998713767646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3446865998713767646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-american-holiday.html' title='Another American Holiday'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3863809961284189101</id><published>2011-11-18T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:35:55.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><summary type='text'>
Kerredelune brought this to my attention.  Get yourself something 'cool' to drink, put your feet up and listen to this: 

Manhatten Transfer and Route 66
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3863809961284189101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3863809961284189101' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3863809961284189101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3863809961284189101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6595959916195142572</id><published>2011-11-15T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:29:45.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro</title><summary type='text'>
I have been watching a retro TV show called Route 66 while resting my ankle in the afternoons. Route 66 was a famous highway in American history that ran from Chicago, Illinois through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and ended at Los Angelos, California...a total of 2,448 miles (3,940 km).  This was the artery for those escaping the dust bowl recession in the 1930's, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6595959916195142572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6595959916195142572' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6595959916195142572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6595959916195142572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/retro.html' title='Retro'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7891463957555967177</id><published>2011-11-12T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:10:42.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity...is it all?</title><summary type='text'>
"In conventional parlance, vanity is the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others," according to that virtual authority Wikipedia.  I have always had  a tug of war with vanity.  I would never leave the house without a good outfit, groomed hair and make-up.  But if I was hiking and camping I could care less what I looked like.  In contrast, at the end of a sweaty day of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7891463957555967177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7891463957555967177' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7891463957555967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7891463957555967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-conventional-parlance-vanity-is.html' title='Vanity...is it all?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4338074165451592065</id><published>2011-11-09T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:55:24.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need More Greens</title><summary type='text'>




Many years ago when my son was a teenager just a year away from college, we had reached that stage that some families reach where you are terrified that your child cannot make it on his own, and yet, you are so sick of dealing with him that you want him out of the house.  Yes, some families do not have to undertake crises management with their children, and you are blessed.  You can believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4338074165451592065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4338074165451592065' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4338074165451592065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4338074165451592065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-need-more-greens.html' title='You Need More Greens'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iquw3_4UezY/TrqT8aSs8II/AAAAAAAAEqY/kjiZMOusndA/s72-c/autleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1724548991502806695</id><published>2011-11-04T05:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:01:44.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters'/><title type='text'>In a Fog</title><summary type='text'>



I am standing in the IHop waiting to be seated.  An IHop is not a dance hall nor a kiddie zoo with rabbits, for those who live outside the United States, Canada, Mexico or Guatemala.  An IHOP is a restaurant famous for its high-calorie, salt-fat-sugar rich breakfasts.  They also serve standard dinners and lunches.  It is very popular (especially with old farts) because the servings are large,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1724548991502806695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1724548991502806695' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1724548991502806695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1724548991502806695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-fog.html' title='In a Fog'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbXb_wX4LlM/TrO2gsQm8EI/AAAAAAAAEpg/0mAfMyKnLMA/s72-c/infog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8233083488170064691</id><published>2011-11-01T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:44:59.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Enduring Waiting Without Anger</title><summary type='text'>




Well, I am guessing the evil spirits of Halloween or the good spirits of All Saints Day have worked their magic as I am almost back to normal today.  Just the rare achy night and not being able to run are my worst problems!  Still cannot see my inside ankle bone, but swelling is only a 10th of what it was.

I was totally fascinated by the gradual healing which I monitored daily.  I could not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8233083488170064691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8233083488170064691' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8233083488170064691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8233083488170064691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/11/enduring-waiting-without-anger.html' title='Enduring Waiting Without Anger'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgcGEOc2440/Tq17IWfdLmI/AAAAAAAAEpI/sdlAltlK_3Y/s72-c/yeloow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7794411236050436088</id><published>2011-10-29T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:14:10.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Holiday to Keep You Busy</title><summary type='text'>(Monitor lizard at the zoo!  He is a little angry!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7794411236050436088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7794411236050436088' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7794411236050436088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7794411236050436088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-holiday-to-keep-you-busy.html' title='Another Holiday to Keep You Busy'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UEv-fUGQnMA/TqxRBpxbjYI/AAAAAAAAEpA/h-rx4yxLRlQ/s72-c/ZOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8208060236799372022</id><published>2011-10-27T18:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:55:55.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slicing and Dicing</title><summary type='text'>

(Being somewhat unable to get around I have pulled up something I wrote a while back and was never going to post.) 

They came and took the teachers and all their things.
"You do not need this," they said.
Paints and chalk were placed on the cart.
"Creative thinking is for math and history."
The string instruments were locked in cabinets.
"Self-expression should be in sports or...
well, nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8208060236799372022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8208060236799372022' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8208060236799372022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8208060236799372022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/slicing-and-dicing.html' title='Slicing and Dicing'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7VHWicKhbI/TqnUbBi3s6I/AAAAAAAAEoo/VKkWHK9cv0o/s72-c/tig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8136021672726863951</id><published>2011-10-25T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:38:59.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><title type='text'>Luck</title><summary type='text'>
It has been eleven days since my careless accident.  The swelling is almost gone!  The pain, while at times unbearable if I twist a certain way,  is mostly minimal as I limp around the house.  I feel lucky that this was not as bad as it could have been at my age!

My cabin fever reached a peak yesterday and I asked hubby to take me for a ride in the country side.  Our goal was to reach the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8136021672726863951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8136021672726863951' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8136021672726863951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8136021672726863951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HK1-_nBJxuA/TqaQwojqJqI/AAAAAAAAEog/llIOBOkrwA4/s72-c/rural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-614593595206381973</id><published>2011-10-22T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:47:17.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, already.</title><summary type='text'>

You asked and thus you shall receive...you little Halloween ghouls!  Sorry there isn't more black and bluesing for your blood lust.  (And, yes, the glitter toenail paint was on long before the accident.  If you look closely you will see the legs have not seen a razor in weeks!)

I managed to be on my feet for two hours this afternoon at a volunteer training session.  I am now resting up, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/614593595206381973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=614593595206381973' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/614593595206381973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/614593595206381973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/alright-already.html' title='Alright, already.'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nmOpos1nIk/TqNHXYcgXYI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Qsx23X4cMmY/s72-c/ank1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-958586247921448952</id><published>2011-10-20T08:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:02:26.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Wishes Were...</title><summary type='text'>I know he is trying to be helpful and showing concern but:

I wish he wouldn't ask me if I wanted my morning coffee and then totally forget.

I wish he wouldn't volunteer to vacuum the main floor of the house and then go downstairs to the basement and forget to shut off the vacuum....or forget to put away the long snaking cord that lies like a booby trap in front of the bathroom door. (Yes, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/958586247921448952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=958586247921448952' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/958586247921448952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/958586247921448952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-wishes-were.html' title='If Wishes Were...'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7688811896258392286</id><published>2011-10-17T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:07:05.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Using What Works</title><summary type='text'>
Such a lucky lady I am.  I am healing and I can actually feel and see the difference each day.  I was religious the first 48 hours in applying the ice at intervals.  I stayed off my foot as much as possible and elevated it.  Today, 4 days later, I find I no longer need the hiking poles to walk around the house although I limp like a broken wheel across the floor.  There is not much pain if I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7688811896258392286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7688811896258392286' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7688811896258392286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7688811896258392286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/using-what-works.html' title='Using What Works'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-xuAVBVX2A/TpwoT0K3clI/AAAAAAAAEnU/0CEqh-rDnpk/s72-c/ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7271074173331342501</id><published>2011-10-14T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:19:13.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Cherry-Picken' Pain!</title><summary type='text'>My mother, when she was a few years younger than I am now, was home alone most of the time since my father continued to work waiting for full social security.  He usually worked about 60 miles away from the farm.  One autumn my mother was in the process of picking cherries from our three cherry trees out back by the chicken shed.  She got a bee in her bonnet that using the ladder was not getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7271074173331342501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7271074173331342501' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7271074173331342501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7271074173331342501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherry-picken-pain.html' title='Cherry-Picken&apos; Pain!'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2033848076416690746</id><published>2011-10-13T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:05:04.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 # 35 - More Free Advice - via Definitions (!)</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I have changed the mask of my blog. (Don't you love the jig this bird is doing?)  Hope you like it.
Photography.  When photographers say the camera used does not matter, that is 50% true.  A good capture can be made with a cheap point and shoot camera...but a good lens means you have a much better chance of getting that capture closer to what your eye is seeing.
Gold.  There is a BIG </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2033848076416690746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2033848076416690746' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2033848076416690746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2033848076416690746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/thursday-13-35-more-free-advice-via.html' title='Thursday 13 # 35 - More Free Advice - via Definitions (!)'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6139946086008737967</id><published>2011-10-12T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:05:07.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><summary type='text'>My apologies to the strict and effective writers on my recent sloppy post where I tossed  "person"  or point of view back and forth like a football.   I was just being out to lunch, I guess.  Thanks for wading through the post!!  I will try to be better.  I promise.  Please continue to drop by.  If you didn't notice which post was so sloppy then you are my BEST reader!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6139946086008737967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6139946086008737967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6139946086008737967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6139946086008737967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4410183706684904198</id><published>2011-10-08T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:40:18.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Day Weekend</title><summary type='text'>
What do you do on a three day weekend?  Plan a BBQ with friends?  Take in dinner and movie with your love?  Sleep?  Finish most of the stuff on that to-do list?  Chauffeur children hither and yon to their well-programmed activities?  Hit the outlet mall and spend a small fortune?  Volunteer at the fair?  Finish reading that best seller and watch fall creep in?

Well, Tabor is going into the city</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4410183706684904198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4410183706684904198' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4410183706684904198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4410183706684904198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three Day Weekend'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2387365997645655062</id><published>2011-10-04T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:03:28.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten+ Things I Learned</title><summary type='text'>
Vacations are learning experiences. 








I learned that lighting, thunder, and hail will still turn me back from a high mountain hike to reach a silver lake even if I did see a moose dart into the distant underbrush.

I learned that salami, crackers and fresh fruit are wonderful when eaten in the fresh air and beside a rushing river.

I learned that the desert blooms year round in spite of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2387365997645655062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2387365997645655062' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2387365997645655062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2387365997645655062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/ten-things-i-learned.html' title='Ten+ Things I Learned'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBN3E542w9E/TomuqqHmLMI/AAAAAAAAEkk/Rb_VaAKClRk/s72-c/petro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-9153535941504117115</id><published>2011-10-01T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:38:00.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprise</title><summary type='text'>
Upon my return from my 2.5 week sojourn I re-entered my domain with new energies and new eyes.  I saw that my windows truly needed some serious cleaning.  I have LOTS of windows, so this is no idle undertaking.  I started with the kitchen and living area since these are the ones with the views of the woods and water that I use the most.  Three glass doors and 11 windows of casement or sash!  (I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/9153535941504117115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=9153535941504117115' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9153535941504117115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9153535941504117115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/10/surprise.html' title='A Surprise'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7987529766816381989</id><published>2011-09-27T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:16:31.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Do You Fell  More Secure?</title><summary type='text'>
According to a recent Newsweek article the U.S. currently spends over 628 billion dollars on security since the tragedy of 9-11.  This money includes 3 billion for the airport body scanners and the necessary staffing for them over the years.

My recent return from Denver required me to use one of these scanners for the first time as I went through airport security.  This masterful technology </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7987529766816381989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7987529766816381989' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7987529766816381989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7987529766816381989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-do-you-fell-more-secure.html' title='Now Do You Fell  More Secure?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5871792519932461414</id><published>2011-09-25T07:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T07:41:38.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Still Spinning</title><summary type='text'>




Trying to slow down now that I am back home.  Bunch of deadline mailings, unpacking, laundry, shopping (since my fridge is still empty from the hurricane visit), emails, land line voice mails, fall stuff and I still have not found time to get outside and check the yard and potted plants.  I hope sometime soon to look at a calendar!Also trying to get back into the rhythm of being at home.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5871792519932461414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5871792519932461414' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5871792519932461414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5871792519932461414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-spinning.html' title='Still Spinning'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhxmUG_iF8I/Tn8TIabTlcI/AAAAAAAAEkA/Z5ciizbRQdk/s72-c/col.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4841261593550641362</id><published>2011-09-23T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:30:24.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong party!</title><summary type='text'>
So I have returned and am getting ready to write a new post and find that I am getting a malware message on my site when I try to bring it up and then edit.  I have been told that I have a bad link from imagineomit.blogspot.com".  For some reason Google has flagged it and when I omitted my link to "Imagine" blog from Kenju, it seemed to work. At least I think it is now working and will only know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4841261593550641362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4841261593550641362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4841261593550641362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4841261593550641362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-have-returned-and-am-getting-ready.html' title='Wrong party!'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4621817055758401933</id><published>2011-09-05T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:09:16.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-dayness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Solitary Creatures</title><summary type='text'>



Alone,
Hearing the sigh of air through the rooms of the house
Feeling the fall of the dust through the sunbeams
Creating the echo of a distant laugh from memory

No other soul to share this faint laughter
No other being to study my countenance
No other person to worry about my sloth

The day moves slowly with no rhythm
Just the length of the shadows skirting the lawn
To remind me of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4621817055758401933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4621817055758401933' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4621817055758401933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4621817055758401933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/solitary-creatures.html' title='Solitary Creatures'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0poxVQ3rDYw/TlfFGBLC5aI/AAAAAAAAEjg/GTN645WffGE/s72-c/pick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-308688884875439742</id><published>2011-09-05T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T03:16:25.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, and Trains and Ferris Wheels</title><summary type='text'>
I have no idea what the title of this post means...just sounded nice in my mind.  Beginning travel in a few days and not sure if I will have Internet access.  Might be good for me to just deal for a while.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/308688884875439742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=308688884875439742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/308688884875439742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/308688884875439742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/planes-and-trains-and-ferris-wheels.html' title='Planes, and Trains and Ferris Wheels'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1339660470873024465</id><published>2011-09-01T06:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:43:43.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last</title><summary type='text'>
Power came back on yesterday.  Almost 4 complete days without water and electricity and the loss of hundreds of dollars in food and I am still not complaining...although slowly becoming exhausted.  We brought the Princess (my 4-year-old granddaughter) down here yesterday and she was forced to entertain herself much of the time while I washed out the refrigerator/ freezer and the chest freezer.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1339660470873024465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1339660470873024465' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1339660470873024465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1339660470873024465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-last.html' title='At Last'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6371093636938237176</id><published>2011-08-30T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:00:04.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Two photos</title><summary type='text'> This old cherry was dying little by little and now with a push from the storm seems to have just missed that budget arbor we put in.
Here are three of our neighbors who came by to help and get that big tree cut into movable pieces so that we could get out of the driveway!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6371093636938237176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6371093636938237176' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6371093636938237176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6371093636938237176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-photos.html' title='Two photos'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsObqiIAIA/Tlwq119yFLI/AAAAAAAAEjk/xG57R7uqpF0/s72-c/tredwn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3418502966342690036</id><published>2011-08-28T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:28:18.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Whoosh...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                             &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3418502966342690036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3418502966342690036' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3418502966342690036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3418502966342690036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/whoosh.html' title='Whoosh...'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4524267474719339142</id><published>2011-08-27T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:29:33.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><summary type='text'>Let's see:Front yard is a lake
There is actually a groundhog eating clover in the front yard in the torrential downpour! 
Back yard is a lake
Dining room table has the weather radio with new batteries
Dining  room table has electric camp lantern
Bedroom in the basement which has never been used has fresh linens on the bed and is where we will ride this storm out due to danger of falling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4524267474719339142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4524267474719339142' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4524267474719339142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4524267474719339142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1822694099179858877</id><published>2011-08-23T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:27:02.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>1,001!</title><summary type='text'>I just noticed that my last post on this blog was the 1,000th.  Quite the journalistic diarrhea I have going on here.  I didn't notice or I would have made greater use of the milestone.  Certainly it was worth a poem, but it appears that both you and I dodged that bullet.

This week I am breathing and eating slowly and catching up on all those murder mysteries that I missed watching when my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1822694099179858877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1822694099179858877' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1822694099179858877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1822694099179858877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/1001.html' title='1,001!'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5732890161587559359</id><published>2011-08-19T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:09:56.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, how honest.</title><summary type='text'>As a grandmother on 24/7 duty this week, I do not have time to post anything!  So go to Bob Brady's    post here   and get an uplifting news story...better than anything we have managed to report on here in America.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5732890161587559359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5732890161587559359' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5732890161587559359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5732890161587559359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/honestly-how-honest.html' title='Honestly, how honest.'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8528851816059813014</id><published>2011-08-15T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:05:52.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-dayness'/><title type='text'>Something Good</title><summary type='text'>The morning has been washed with last night's rain and the air is cooler than it has been in almost a month.  One might actually think that autumn is waiting somewhat impatiently in the wings.  I am sitting out on the deck with beach towel covered chairs watching my grandson build animals from "play doh".  Towels keep the dampness from our legs.

Due to summer scheduling my grandson has no where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8528851816059813014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8528851816059813014' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8528851816059813014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8528851816059813014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-has-been-washed-with-last.html' title='Something Good'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-707367065413321807</id><published>2011-08-12T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T04:15:28.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>She is tapping away on the keys to her laptop thanking someone who commented on her photo on the photo site where she adds to her collection.  She is distracted by the praise to her immature talent.  The TV has suddenly become so quiet and she raises her eyes to see what is wrong. It is not the TV.  PBS is honoring on the TV screen the 30 precious soldiers that were killed when their helicopter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/707367065413321807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=707367065413321807' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/707367065413321807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/707367065413321807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2110808248327421393</id><published>2011-08-08T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:58:37.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Over 40 Years...Who Knew?</title><summary type='text'>My grandchildren are blessed with more than any child needs.  They are being raised by responsible parents who help them develop a good value system, but they still get a large amount of whatever they want.  I asked daughter what to get my little gal who will turn 4.  She suggested two Barbie videos which I ordered over the net.

One arrived before our trip and the next after we got back.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2110808248327421393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2110808248327421393' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2110808248327421393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2110808248327421393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/married-over-40-yearswho-knew.html' title='Married Over 40 Years...Who Knew?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-895128162340693853</id><published>2011-08-03T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T05:50:44.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Middle of the Vacation Week</title><summary type='text'>I have never been a heavy sleeper and even less so as I age unless my day has been particularly stressful.  Seems that catching a 4-year-old diving from the pools  edge 500 times in an afternoon is not that stressful, because here it is 3:30 in the morning and I am awake and sitting in the living room of our vacation apartment on my PC.  I woke up for no reason and after a brief trip to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/895128162340693853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=895128162340693853' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/895128162340693853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/895128162340693853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/08/into-middle-of-vacation-week.html' title='Into the Middle of the Vacation Week'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5641788204235722623</id><published>2011-07-30T08:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:04:31.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The First Night</title><summary type='text'>It is three in the morning in a dark bedroom and I am on my knees with my face almost to the carpet.  This is not an EAT=PRAY=LOVE moment as I am not praying...at least not formally.   I am trying to get the courage to run my hand under the edge of the darkness of the bed.  I have looked against the grayness of the sheets and all around the floor with no luck.

There is a little four-year-old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5641788204235722623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5641788204235722623' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5641788204235722623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5641788204235722623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-night.html' title='The First Night'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2292101075546649812</id><published>2011-07-26T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:26:04.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will She Return?</title><summary type='text'>

I am leaving in two days for a 10 hour trip with a car full of toddlers (with colds) and more STUFF than any human deserves or needs...although 95% of the stuff is not mine.  I have been told I am NOT allowed to bring ANY food...so shopping will be a priority at the other end, or standing in long lines in restaurants!  I will be gone more than a week and we will celebrate at least two birthdays</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2292101075546649812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2292101075546649812' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2292101075546649812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2292101075546649812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-she-return.html' title='Will She Return?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVlg8vUyMHY/Ti7cWf8WQXI/AAAAAAAAEi4/-YktCDbpNWA/s72-c/hh024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7052967493546732456</id><published>2011-07-20T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:51:33.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Controversy'/><title type='text'>Dining with a Closed Mind or Where Do You Sit (fit)?</title><summary type='text'>
I somehow got on this dining memory streak and because the writing muse has totally gone on a long vacation deep into the heart of some black hole, I will have to go with whatever memory string hangs loose in front of me and create a weave of a story from that.  Wow.  Enough mixed metaphors for you?

Lets go back to Guam for this dining memory.  I was in my early twenties and full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7052967493546732456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7052967493546732456' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7052967493546732456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7052967493546732456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/dining-with-closed-mind-or-where-do-you.html' title='Dining with a Closed Mind or Where Do You Sit (fit)?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyWfVMmoRhc/TidNyLfUQYI/AAAAAAAAEis/Tw18M26bU-M/s72-c/blocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2810073192210783088</id><published>2011-07-18T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:37:00.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining Out Loud</title><summary type='text'>I may have written about this a long time ago, but I am thinking not.  When my daughter was an only child (for about 2.5 years) we did a bit of around the world (well, half-way around the world) traveling.  Actually I flew alone across the Pacific Ocean and into the mid-west when she was only 8 months old and not yet born...are you following that?  The stewardesses blanched and almost did not let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2810073192210783088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2810073192210783088' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2810073192210783088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2810073192210783088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/dining-out-loud.html' title='Dining Out Loud'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3585836991127630656</id><published>2011-07-15T12:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:13:00.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><summary type='text'>

We borrowed a sailboat and took an afternoon sail.



Went looking for ice cream with daughter and caught this image.



Not as many butterflies this year so I made this one appear to disappear.

As can be seen, I do not have the sophistication of a style or genre.  Another witness to my scattered brain.  But I certainly had fun creating them all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3585836991127630656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3585836991127630656' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3585836991127630656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3585836991127630656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yFvOF59psY/ThsijhAG2hI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/YCSLKS9vJVQ/s72-c/bluesail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8980911470586827299</id><published>2011-07-11T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:12:50.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-dayness'/><title type='text'>Writing in the Third Person</title><summary type='text'>Trying to keep track of her is like trying to keep track of that annoying summer fly in the bedroom while you are reading.  She buzzes in and then she buzzes out...creating an annoying distraction.  What on earth has she been up to?  She has at least a dozen half-read books scattered across her nightstand... symptomatic of a scattered brain.



Last time I saw her she was out in the garden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8980911470586827299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8980911470586827299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8980911470586827299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8980911470586827299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/writing-in-third-person.html' title='Writing in the Third Person'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7-5LwzJWBQ/Thh_VTuOUiI/AAAAAAAAEh4/j1wHlg9aLuk/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1995600518487601502</id><published>2011-07-07T06:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:22:53.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts #34---13 Things That Annoy Me</title><summary type='text'>

The world if full of annoyances which if not ignored will drive us to tearing our hair and screaming into the night sky.  So we ignore them as best we can.  Today I will list some of my favorites.

THINGS THAT ANNOY ME  (Listed in the order in which they burble to my consciousness...nothing 'pops' into my head anymore):

Salad Kits.  These can be found in the produce section and they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1995600518487601502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1995600518487601502' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1995600518487601502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1995600518487601502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-thoughts-13-things-that-annoy.html' title='Thursday Thoughts #34---13 Things That Annoy Me'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onWomf0zvHU/ThCK5AAI8gI/AAAAAAAAEhg/E9ITdPOMn1c/s72-c/oyster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1973755504476975789</id><published>2011-07-04T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:35:00.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-dayness'/><title type='text'>Friends and the Roles We Play</title><summary type='text'>
Here is another take on people that help us.

I first met Oscar about 4 years ago when we were putting in our lawn to this new house. (The lawn in the photo looks much nicer than it is...mostly mowed weeds.) I had already started a few flower beds and it was early fall and I was attempting to clean out some of the areas around the larger plants.  I could tell he was interested in my work and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1973755504476975789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1973755504476975789' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1973755504476975789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1973755504476975789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends-and-roles-we-play.html' title='Friends and the Roles We Play'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqs6Lz68f7E/Tgi_7ORo_AI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/-8zO0XKM8mY/s72-c/yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5052770632565771080</id><published>2011-07-01T04:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:33:00.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hands</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about the responses to my last post. If you are a handyman, it is hard to sit back and watch others do the work when you cannot.  First, you have standards that are probably higher, second, you get pleasure out of seeing your accomplishments, third, you also like the puzzle and challenge, and fourth, you have a meaningful role in society. Sitting and watching sort of takes the air </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5052770632565771080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5052770632565771080' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5052770632565771080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5052770632565771080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/07/helping-hands.html' title='Helping Hands'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4704181730877819906</id><published>2011-06-29T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:15:01.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Repaired</title><summary type='text'>Middle class folks such as those of my household do not often ask for help on big projects from our neighbors.   In an agrarian society, barn building is a community event and fixing the old tractor can be done with the help of a neighbor or two.  As we earn more money, we become more isolated and less likely to ask for help.  Big projects we contract out and smaller projects fall by the wayside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4704181730877819906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4704181730877819906' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4704181730877819906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4704181730877819906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/repaired.html' title='Repaired'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3607053209226534987</id><published>2011-06-25T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:34:08.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Eeahhh!</title><summary type='text'>In my last post I mentioned that I had been doing some volunteer work for a local environmental group.  This involved hiking a mile through the woods (at three different places) and then taking a sample of the water from the river at the end of each of the three hikes.  Two of these locations required some down hill and up hill hiking and really got the heart beating and the sweat poring.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3607053209226534987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3607053209226534987' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3607053209226534987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3607053209226534987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/eeahhh.html' title='Eeahhh!'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6201670294407498619</id><published>2011-06-22T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T05:45:23.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Excuse?</title><summary type='text'>
I have not posted because:

1.  My band width for which I pay many sheckles in gold has been painfully diminished the last few days.  It returned to normal speed just yesterday.
2.  Blogger will not let me load photos...I have discovered a work around 'cut and paste' but still unhappy.
3.  I have been busy collecting water samples in the river above ( a long story for another post).
4.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6201670294407498619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6201670294407498619' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6201670294407498619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6201670294407498619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-your-excuse.html' title='What is Your Excuse?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r5DcM1uJ5nk/TgG4RmoyiBI/AAAAAAAAEgc/cUsApfOGIDQ/s72-c/collect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1770223518707723819</id><published>2011-06-18T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:33:34.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Stuff</title><summary type='text'>
There are people who almost salivate upon entering an antique mall or when given an opportunity to peruse the booths at an antique fair.  They make sure not to miss Antiques Roadshow (either the British or the American versions) on television each week.  And it is very difficult for them to just drive by a garage sale on an errand-filled morning.

I am not one of those people. I own way too much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1770223518707723819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1770223518707723819' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1770223518707723819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1770223518707723819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-stuff.html' title='Old Stuff'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya8NcIiRjKE/TfzuQ2a8yyI/AAAAAAAAEfM/To0pUrjzH7o/s72-c/grnvse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5501080925660045463</id><published>2011-06-13T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:43:00.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes too much of a good thing is too much of a good thing.  All of the days in my life are now Saturdays with only an errand or two on the agenda and the rest of the day to play.  No one thinks about being in such a situation some day when they are working a 50-hour workweek.  Let me give you a glimpse of the future so that you will not wander around with that deer in the headlights </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5501080925660045463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5501080925660045463' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5501080925660045463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5501080925660045463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1023345142209522165</id><published>2011-06-05T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T05:31:00.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess</title><summary type='text'>

Taking a break from blogging.  My brain is a little fried and I have weeks of activity ahead.  Won't be gone too long.  You cannot get rid of me that easily.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1023345142209522165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1023345142209522165' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1023345142209522165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1023345142209522165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/recess.html' title='Recess'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-zAyxQO0l0/TetMoWOqk-I/AAAAAAAAEfA/vrfY_Am2WGg/s72-c/cone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7667414056391809531</id><published>2011-06-01T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:20:49.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virtual Love Letter</title><summary type='text'>I could not have imagined a drift or even catching a tsunamic (yes I made a new word) wave into this community called Bloggers.  Who knew so many people wanted to put their thoughts into words and share those thoughts with strangers?  Each of my bloggers has at least one or two (if not hundreds) of lightning strokes of genius as they share deeply personal thoughts and parts of their recent days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7667414056391809531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7667414056391809531' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7667414056391809531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7667414056391809531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-virtual-love-letter.html' title='My Virtual Love Letter'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2450450017355883032</id><published>2011-05-31T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:08:34.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through with the Fiddle and Faddle</title><summary type='text'>

The original in all its glory.



Number 1 with wind in the shrubbery hiding the laptop.



Made monochrome to hide the shrubbery blur and moved a tree!



Added back a little color.
Fiddled and faddled and tried the various suggestions and actually not looking for affirmation as was suggested by Grannie.  This is hardly a great photo for that!  I think I just miss not having a photography club</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2450450017355883032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2450450017355883032' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2450450017355883032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2450450017355883032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/through-with-fiddle-and-faddle.html' title='Through with the Fiddle and Faddle'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avHavsgX9tI/TePYO5TgCAI/AAAAAAAAEdw/eI9K3-t7UF8/s72-c/IMG_0135a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2476782660669686609</id><published>2011-05-29T12:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:00:02.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Turn!</title><summary type='text'>I recently took a stag's leap and loaded some of my photos onto a communal/commercial site called RedBubble.  It exists for artists of all types to show work, compare thoughts, and for a very few...to perhaps sell something.  One would never get rich at this, but an artist could get some small recognition and an outstanding artist would get his/her feet wet.

All that has happened to me thus far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2476782660669686609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2476782660669686609' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2476782660669686609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2476782660669686609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-turn.html' title='Your Turn!'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfSOGcfy8lw/Td0r2QKOP7I/AAAAAAAAEdI/boxzYn4Rntc/s72-c/trulov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6531594175306077929</id><published>2011-05-26T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:57:14.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts #34 -- News Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>
The columns of light beamed into the sky during the 9/11 memorial actually had to be turned off for a time because over 45 species of birds were drawn toward it away from their normal migrating path!
If you drink at least one cup of coffee a day, you are 23 percent less likely to have a stroke.
If you are not well rested you are more likely to take risks, whether it be gambling or making a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6531594175306077929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6531594175306077929' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6531594175306077929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6531594175306077929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/thursday-thoughts-34-news-tidbits.html' title='Thursday Thoughts #34 -- News Tidbits'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-9129418785056102584</id><published>2011-05-24T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:37:30.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen'/><title type='text'>Holding On to the Center</title><summary type='text'>
I think that the one thing I search for as I age and find I actually have time to think  and search is the "Center  aka Balance."  I look for that middle ground where everything can clearly be seen, where, if I stand straight and tall with my arms out wide, I feel in complete and peaceful balance.  That place, where, if I stare straight ahead, I can see into those loving eyes of my family and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/9129418785056102584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=9129418785056102584' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9129418785056102584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9129418785056102584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/holding-on-to-center.html' title='Holding On to the Center'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sy9W0fKEuiY/Tbv5s3qxuEI/AAAAAAAAEa0/oDK3lHvgfSM/s72-c/cen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4360064530736304410</id><published>2011-05-21T04:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T06:16:31.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Essential Things You May Have Missed Out On</title><summary type='text'>It amuses and amazes me everyday how I have become that old person who looks back on life and wondered how I ever got through it without all the aids, gadgets, networks that are available today.

I raised two delightful and complicated children back then.  We did not have seat belts in cars and my friends who smoked were allowed to smoke while we went somewhere.  Miraculously my children survived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4360064530736304410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4360064530736304410' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4360064530736304410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4360064530736304410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/essential-things-you-may-have-missed.html' title='Essential Things You May Have Missed Out On'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mys2BuCGC2I/TdTmIzpE8WI/AAAAAAAAEcw/w2KC7l9JqO0/s72-c/mmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1646981997512532283</id><published>2011-05-18T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:05:00.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Hummingbird Moth</title><summary type='text'>(I was supposed to post this on MY OTHER blog...but got mixed up and am too lazy to move all the html code...so here it is!)

This is Hemaris thysbe (at least I think that is what is is) commonly known as the Hummingbird moth.  Got these photos while he was hanging out at the dianthus pot on the back of my deck.  They turned out nicely, so, of course, I had to share even if in reduced pixel size!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1646981997512532283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1646981997512532283' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1646981997512532283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1646981997512532283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/hummingbird-moth.html' title='Hummingbird Moth'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmsQpOfDdlk/TcVSWOPEm9I/AAAAAAAAEcA/lkWIKFpdmrg/s72-c/hum1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2363371773692155919</id><published>2011-05-15T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:19:36.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Did You Disappear?</title><summary type='text'>Several people commented in posts and even commented on my blog comments on the recent two-day outage of Blogger...although Blogger did not admit they were out of whack for that long because you could read what had been published in a prior time.  I had been pretty busy away from the computer during that time and only noticed at the very end when I was trying to check my posts.

It was a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2363371773692155919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2363371773692155919' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2363371773692155919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2363371773692155919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-you-disappear.html' title='Did You Disappear?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2230479582246060114</id><published>2011-05-13T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:43:17.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><summary type='text'>
Our Master Gardeners are having their big plant sale this weekend and I have been very busy labeling and transporting small and large potted plants, building (!) plant benches and identifying plants.  Earlier in the week I spent several days with my daughter helping with three little ones as her husband was on a week of travel.  She was nursing a cold on top of everything else....so, if you will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/2230479582246060114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=2230479582246060114' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2230479582246060114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/2230479582246060114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfjIL90Mb0A/Tc2zmtZK8WI/AAAAAAAAEcs/H4GanD1EUhI/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6976940514175463639</id><published>2011-05-10T12:01:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:01:00.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><title type='text'>Bloody Murder at Tabor's Yard</title><summary type='text'>(This is a warning that the following post may contain content too violent for children or adults with a sensitive nature, and no, Tabor did not kill her husband.)

It was a dark and stormy night...no, actually it was the middle of a sunny afternoon.  There were ominous shadows flitting through the trees...no, it was a beautiful spring breeze rustling the new growth and that is what tricked me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/6976940514175463639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=6976940514175463639' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6976940514175463639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/6976940514175463639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloody-murder-at-tabors-yard.html' title='Bloody Murder at Tabor&apos;s Yard'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpved8kBSHw/TcV9TmOr9YI/AAAAAAAAEcI/c-a6uiBDuac/s72-c/bld1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8385783121218396346</id><published>2011-05-08T05:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T05:34:25.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Mother</title><summary type='text'>

Today's post is to honor those mothers who have lost children through disease, war, or accidents of life's decisions.  Today is a most difficult day for you to get through because it is the deep reminder of that river of pain you swim through each and every day as that child is no longer a part of your life.  Or perhaps, that child has disappeared into a dark alley of the world somewhere and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8385783121218396346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8385783121218396346' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8385783121218396346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8385783121218396346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/other-mother.html' title='The Other Mother'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAuWvO0zBoA/TcZjPrZ2V9I/AAAAAAAAEco/Nq6JlF6hdcc/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4234938895448347910</id><published>2011-05-06T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T06:41:15.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Home is Where They Have to Take You In</title><summary type='text'>To those who actually care, and with such loving surprise to me, some of you do...

Hubby is home!  Safe and sound.

How do I know, other than I drove the hour and half to pick him up, waited an extra 30 minutes for him to clear customs, and managed to find my way out of the cell phone parking lot to the arrival area on time?  

I know because even though he was tremendously jet-lagged he let me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4234938895448347910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4234938895448347910' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4234938895448347910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4234938895448347910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-is-where-they-have-to-take-you-in.html' title='Home is Where They Have to Take You In'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1991766286106433165</id><published>2011-05-03T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:07:19.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Chests of Virtual Reality</title><summary type='text'>There were days long ago when friends would send out a birthday card followed by a winter holiday card (Hanukkah or Christmas or whatever) and they would write a few paragraphs or if they had an ego the size of mine they would include a chummy newsletter that let the friend know all that had happened since we had last seen each other.  Sometimes we would include a photograph just to show we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1991766286106433165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1991766286106433165' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1991766286106433165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1991766286106433165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/05/treasure-chests-of-virtual-reality.html' title='Treasure Chests of Virtual Reality'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8113343496587367647</id><published>2011-04-29T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:27:32.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><summary type='text'>
I had no intention of being a fan of the Royal Wedding.  I had avoided all the pre-programs and super guessing games and standard analysis and while I am not against happiness for this lovely couple...I really, really, really had no interest.

This morning I wandered downstairs to exercise (no applause as I haven't exercised in over a week) and flipped on the TV as I cannot run on the elliptical</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8113343496587367647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8113343496587367647' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8113343496587367647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8113343496587367647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFAj1u8oO4c/TbtJ9k_5DJI/AAAAAAAAEaw/FwC89lck5Lk/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-789898178996871118</id><published>2011-04-28T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:20:15.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>No Tornadoes, No Complaint</title><summary type='text'>
All we got was some very nasty winds and torrential downpours...but it was enough to dislodge these two tulip trees.  One had been damaged in the building of the house 5 years ago, but we thought the other was pretty healthy.  Notice that it missed the compost corral but did knock aside the bat house.  AND more money to fix that damn deer fence...AGAIN!  At least I am safe and my house is safe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/789898178996871118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=789898178996871118' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/789898178996871118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/789898178996871118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-tornadoes-no-complaint.html' title='No Tornadoes, No Complaint'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp4MrxURYo0/TbmSyrp_TjI/AAAAAAAAEao/zYSDohWPIEQ/s72-c/tredwn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-4853602197915996130</id><published>2011-04-27T06:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:42:23.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>So Where Is She?</title><summary type='text'>So where in the heck has Tabor been?  Hiding under a rock waiting for a rain along with that garden snail?


No.  Perhaps she has been busy growing mushrooms...although she was sure she planted ageratum in this tray of annuals?



She has been busy keeping the many tomato plants alive in their containers for the plant sale coming up in a few weeks.


She has been dragging hoses from one side of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/4853602197915996130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=4853602197915996130' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4853602197915996130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/4853602197915996130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-where-in-heck-has-tabor-been-under.html' title='So Where Is She?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8pk65GMrqQ/TbfuEgMfmtI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/8CDpyv-w6z4/s72-c/snal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8106279848819497386</id><published>2011-04-23T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:42:20.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can I Say?</title><summary type='text'>

What a strange feeling for someone who has been known for talking too much...to actually, factually, and tactually run out of things to write.

I could write about my inability to fit with Easter, although I have tried for decades to believe in this.  It just ain't gonna happen and writing about it will only alienate those for whom it is a deeply important personal time.  I could write about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8106279848819497386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8106279848819497386' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8106279848819497386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8106279848819497386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-can-i-say.html' title='What Can I Say?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10geDOrguk8/TbMdHk2L4eI/AAAAAAAAEZM/p3UeVWtYVKI/s72-c/plum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-978114907665702298</id><published>2011-04-21T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:00:10.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday thoughts'/><title type='text'>Spring Green Thursday Thoughts #32</title><summary type='text'>
As Kermit the frog has said:  "It's not easy being green."  Humans are finding this out more and more each day.

1.  The ozone hole above the earth is the smallest since 2006 and may disappear by 2050 which is a long time from now.  I probably won't be alive then.

2.  Our recent budget bill passed by the U.S. Congress included the highly relevant removal of protection against shooting gray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/978114907665702298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=978114907665702298' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/978114907665702298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/978114907665702298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-green-thursday-thoughts-32.html' title='Spring Green Thursday Thoughts #32'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkwW1JZ1neg/TaruZG6i4WI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/PCZxI-sE4OY/s72-c/greenbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-3789989794410746666</id><published>2011-04-21T07:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:42:53.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauline Hit the Nail On the Head</title><summary type='text'>Actually Pauline hit the nail on the head with my prior post.  It was more the way my time was being jerked around by a broken car, broken appointments and no one to commiserate with!  I like being alone, but know it is not good to lead the life of a hermit in this day and age and force myself to get out the door and go somewhere.  I just wish other people and things would respect my time!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/3789989794410746666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=3789989794410746666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3789989794410746666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/3789989794410746666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/actually-pauline-hit-nail-on-head-with.html' title='Pauline Hit the Nail On the Head'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8858503662858918424</id><published>2011-04-20T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:37:26.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Cares That You Had Oatmeal for Breakfast</title><summary type='text'>

The kind of thoughts that the title above reflect have been tossing and tumbling about in my feeble brain this past week.   They are annoyingly self pitying and self centered.  Perhaps it is because I have been alone for weeks, perhaps it is because my step-nephew who was in the area called for a visit and then never showed nor called back, perhaps it is because my son has told me two weekends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/8858503662858918424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=8858503662858918424' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8858503662858918424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/8858503662858918424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-cares-that-you-had-oatmeal-for.html' title='No One Cares That You Had Oatmeal for Breakfast'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1MboI96z_w/Ta6ozg8jN2I/AAAAAAAAEY4/-FV0JisrhEM/s72-c/dec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-9208872215594083250</id><published>2011-04-17T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:16:37.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>You Can Fool Dumb People All of the Time</title><summary type='text'>

American college students, bored housewives, and elderly couples without a life are now in mourning across the country.  Afternoons will soon be filled with the reality of "real" lives instead of the drama of soap operas.  No, I do not really care.  I was addicted to soaps back in college and later when stuck staying at home with babies.  This was kind of stupid watching these serial dramas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/9208872215594083250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=9208872215594083250' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9208872215594083250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/9208872215594083250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-can-fool-dumb-people-all-of-time.html' title='You Can Fool Dumb People All of the Time'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv_7YzKjqfE/TatKke901aI/AAAAAAAAEYo/kAKJVh_g5so/s72-c/ohyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7859259654899426686</id><published>2011-04-13T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:48:48.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The Survey or Was It?</title><summary type='text'>

Let us say that you have a local bank where you do most of your business.   Let us say that after the bad news on banks in years past, you really like this bank because it did not get bad press.  You like this bank because it provides good service and is conveniently located in both your town and also in the grocery where you shop. 

Let us say that after numerous phone calls, from a phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7859259654899426686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7859259654899426686' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7859259654899426686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7859259654899426686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/survey-or-was-it.html' title='The Survey or Was It?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Chgb5LQRoYE/TaS4EfvHmTI/AAAAAAAAEX0/GIHRVEqqdJs/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5427944745189002350</id><published>2011-04-10T07:42:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:42:00.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Like Egg Salad?</title><summary type='text'>

I have been alone since the fifth of the month and will be alone until the end of April.  My husband is thousands of miles away attempting to start a business.  It is a long shot, but since it has become the project that helps him get out of bed each morning, I am letting him fly with the goals (not gulls).  I personally think the project has a snowballs chance in hell of going anywhere, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5427944745189002350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5427944745189002350' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5427944745189002350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5427944745189002350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-like-egg-salad.html' title='Do You Like Egg Salad?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdiDD8JzVr0/TZ8kcBtwINI/AAAAAAAAEXU/OwycBxbUG9c/s72-c/lone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7837356552906866083</id><published>2011-04-07T05:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T05:23:11.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts  #33...Thirteen Things I Learned in March</title><summary type='text'>
1.  Both men and women taste the same according to cannibals.  (Equality at last!)
2.  Republican State Representative Alan Hale from Montana thinks the drunk driving laws in his state are both draconian and adversely impact small businesses.  He wants the DUI laws repealed. ( Montana roads are NOT that empty.  I wish all these idiots had a country/state all to themselves.)
3.  Children who are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7837356552906866083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7837356552906866083' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7837356552906866083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7837356552906866083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/thursday-thoughts-33thirteen-things-i.html' title='Thursday Thoughts  #33...Thirteen Things I Learned in March'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nixepp-ZMIY/TZzoMsEBATI/AAAAAAAAEXA/kPsKzjfEKkE/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-7324095177944567861</id><published>2011-04-03T08:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:30:45.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of her own.</title><summary type='text'>
Once again Tabor's world has shifted dramatically, not with the agony or pain of an earthquake, but with the dramatic entrance of a new life.  Grandchild number three arrived at the very end of March into this lovely family.  Already Tabor follows this tiny face and eyes and actions as if this was a delicate needlework tapestry.  Since she cannot see the big picture, yet, she will focus on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/7324095177944567861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=7324095177944567861' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7324095177944567861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/7324095177944567861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/04/turn-around-and-your-young-wife-with.html' title='Turn around and you&apos;re a young wife with babes of her own.'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCb1K1_NwWA/TZXBGOh6MMI/AAAAAAAAEWo/-9u8sk6ur1U/s72-c/bab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-5665149176216811549</id><published>2011-03-31T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:08:29.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Is That Fear I Feel Rising?</title><summary type='text'>Fear when used with rational consideration of all the data can be a useful tool that is designed to protect us from possible danger.  Fear when used with a lack of control and based only on emotion can be a disaster.  When fear becomes panic and we stop relying on the gray cells, then we are in for punishment.  I think the stories coming out of Japan show tremendous courage but also lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/5665149176216811549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=5665149176216811549' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5665149176216811549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/5665149176216811549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-that-fear-i-feel-rising.html' title='Is That Fear I Feel Rising?'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QeS3xBl7Ky4/TYtwSfcXjWI/AAAAAAAAEVg/AtIt7Oyl35g/s72-c/skin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-1099515091871035792</id><published>2011-03-27T07:24:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:24:00.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><summary type='text'>
I have been married (to the same man) for 40+ years.  No, I actually do not know the exact number give or take a year and I am not going to look it up and my husband is now asleep, so sue me.  I do know that we have had a pretty good run.  As most people who are past middle age realize, marriage is rarely about romance.  Oh yes, romance is nice, but it is not the normal state of affairs.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/feeds/1099515091871035792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039370&amp;postID=1099515091871035792' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1099515091871035792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039370/posts/default/1099515091871035792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabordays.blogspot.com/2011/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Tabor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXURyjHu3-E/TpbjhLCc1iI/AAAAAAAAEmA/xs7weIo7fIY/s220/smilemosaic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NMf9rjDqvuY/TYsxS47Mt1I/AAAAAAAAEVc/VP2aCh09W7o/s72-c/chr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>
