Wordless Wednesday: With Words, As Usual

We took a walk Tuesday afternoon to exercise (and exorcise) the stress we've been under. Oy, you'd think it would be easier to buy a house, especially when you make a full price cash offer. But no, not when one of the sellers is a lunatic drama queen who just can't seem to let go of her house. But, her insanity was our inspiration to get out and stretch our crazy winter limbs. So we walked the shady ditch trail and watched three vultures sun themselves on the first warm blue-sky day in a week. Those of you who are not our friends on Facebook don't know what we have experienced with this woman who has hijacked this experience in her pursuit of her own emotional wackiness. Roger and I are the absolute picture of sanity in this most insane transaction. Who would have thunk such a thing?

Vulture Post: Better Late Than...

We missed International Vulture Awareness Day on Saturday. We missed it, even while in the throes of desperation to find something worthwhile to post here. The missing of such a thing is a clue to our state of mind. It would have been an easy post. It would have written itself. We love vultures, and yet we missed their celebration.

Too bad, I'm posting it late anyway. We're renegades that way. But you knew that about us, didn't you.

We saw this vulture once. It was scarily beautiful on the side of the road.

featherless red head
carrion-fed
hunt for the dead
misfortune wed