Saturday, February 20, 2010

Here Comes the Sun

     Five o'clock and the sun is still out!

   Doing backflips here. Well, you know, figurative backflips.
Even if it is already over the yardarm! 

Arrr, mateys. * 

And yar. **

*Pirate talk.
**Vessel that's "easy to handle, quick to the helm, fast, right. Everything a boat should be, until she develops dry rot." Philadelphia Story (Screenplay by Donald Ogden Stewart, from the play by Philip Barry.)



9 comments:

Sara Taney Humphreys said...

Love the pirate speak ;)

Wendy Marcus said...

I love that it's light out at 5:00 p.m. This morning I heard birds chirping outside my bedroom window. I AM READY FOR SPRING!!!

Terri said...

OMG. Comments! Without even having to go begging for them. Thanks, mateys! And you're quick, too! Glad you stopped by, Sara. You should come visit me, Wendy. I have freakin' Canada geese honkin' and squawkin' at all blue blazing hours of the day and night. Have to keep my bedroom windows closed, even in great weather, 'cause they wake me up in the middle of my dreams. It'll cure you of the romance of birds chirping. In a month or two I will have a mourning dove and its mate and late its baby coo-coo-hooting outside the den window. Sure I'll get loads of work done then. They're fun to watch, though. Sometimes.

Wendy Marcus said...

I don't like all birds. On and off we get a confused woodpecker who pecks on the gutters outside my bedroom window. It's lucky I don't own a gun!

Alison said...

Terri - I followed your link from the Bitches website - and this posting about pirates... how convenient. The book you remember? Laurie McBain - Wild Bells to the Wild Sky. The hero? A pirate of sorts...

Terri said...

Hi, Alison. Thanks for stopping by AND for providing the author and title. Laurie McBain! That sounds right. Just read the blurb. Yes, definitely. I guess he wasn't quite a pirate. Still, a swashbuckling, seafaring bad boy buccaneer. Or something like. The earring exchange was definitely swoon-worthy. And considering where I left the post -- very appropriate that the novel was published by Avon.

Kat Attalla said...

still waiting for the clocks to turn back. 5 might be better than 4 but nothing beats an 8pm sunset.

Liz said...

you jinxed us!!!!!

Terri said...

I realize you both live in the boonies, but it's a balmy 44 degrees here. No ice hitting my windows. Off to Janet's. Looks like it'll just be 3 of us again. No problemo. More chocolate for me.

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