Springfield MO topic - Breakfast in America

Waiting for watching – it’s a dull rainy day, and I liked the light.

Early morning clouds – Too much work equals awake at 4 a.m. and up and working at 5 a.m. Ginger dragged me away from my work to take a look at the play of daylight on the clouds while the street below was still wrapped in darkness.

Charging the Garmin. We all know what this means. I’m charging it up ready for another backpacking trip.

Hall Gear Closet – taped and first skim coat applied. Ginger, “Most people just buy furniture, they don’t build things in.” Gary, “It must be the Frank Lloyd Wright in me.” +1

Hall Gear Closet – Framing. New project. We have two-and-a-half closets in the house full of backpacking gear (and some overflow in the shed too). Doing something about it is long overdue. I decided to use the space that used to be occupied by the piano and convert it into a gear closet. Today I started framing the new built-in closet. +3

This would have been a great weekend to get away into the woods. The temperatures are in the low eighties, and the rain has cleared out for a while. Instead, I decided to do some chores at home. One-minute read, +1

Weekend cleaning – To paraphrase the immortal line from ‘Apocalypse Now,’ I love the smell of gun oil in the morning. Many years of backpacking have certainly taken their toll on the finish of my Beretta. Especially on the side that’s showing here. That is the side that faces away from my body when it is in its holster.

Blue Jay – Pretty, but not popular as they are bossy, noisy, and drive off the other birds. This one happened to arrive as I was sitting on the sofa in the ‘Sparkle Zone’ cup of tea in hand, and my camera within reach.

Unused pencil and old plans – While the pencil remains unused, the plans at least have been implemented with the completion of the storage area in the garage in 2019. +2

Tree Frog – it was tiny! Not much over an inch long, laying on one of the wooden boards of the screen on the deck.

Storm clouds over Ozark – checking on the radar, the storm was nine miles away over Ozark.

Birdbath for Ginger – Thursday was a day of gifts. Carol bought me some farm-fresh eggs, and Jim brought us this wonderful sculpture/birdbath. +1

Behind the lens – I thought I’d grab a quick selfie in the bedroom mirror.

Adult and juvenile male Rose-breasted Grosbeak – this winter we put up four (yes four), bird feeders in front of the ‘Sparkle Zone’ windows. These new visitors arrived today.

Breakfast; crispy bacon, eggs, and tomato – Yesterday, Carol gave me two farm-fresh eggs. She said she wished she could be there to see my face when I cracked them.