<?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-1653294090929733663</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:57:08.935-07:00</updated><category term='pets'/><category term='cats'/><title type='text'>Sitting on a rock at the lake</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-4871191291695867201</id><published>2010-01-14T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:26:30.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>New Cat in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/S0-JGX-klQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eEzioWs8uUQ/s1600-h/1116090809a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426706818613417218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/S0-JGX-klQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eEzioWs8uUQ/s200/1116090809a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Emmy, she is my new buddy. After Allegro died I knew getting another dog was probably unwise. I work all day and my Mom at 83 isn't about to run after a puppy or take a young dog outside but I was lonesome for a pet and so here's Emmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has taken her a couple of months to decided she wants to be my friend, now she feels justified in yelling at me for any indiscretion real or imagined in her kitty cat brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has already gifted my Mom with the untimate gift, a dead mouse. Mom wasn't thrilled but I thought it was a nice gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had forgotten the huge differences between dogs and cats ie. dogs come when you call them and cats take a message and get back to you when they want. So there has been a bit of relearning on my part. My last cat Ms. Frosty died about 4 years ago at the ripe old age of 19 so I had forgotten alot of the secret world of cats, but I'm learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see she is all black with some wonderful green/gold eyes and she certainly can voice her feelings long and loud. She is a shelter cat and has already had her own litter of kittens and fostered several others that had been abandoned. Now she is in retirement from kitten raising at the ripe old age of 1 and a half.  I'm happy to have her around and even though she dosen't let on I think she's happy to have a home with me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-4871191291695867201?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/4871191291695867201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=4871191291695867201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/4871191291695867201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/4871191291695867201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-cat-in-town.html' title='New Cat in Town'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/S0-JGX-klQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eEzioWs8uUQ/s72-c/1116090809a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-8883505925791072788</id><published>2009-09-29T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:32:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allegro's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SsLNLXyJsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/BJu2TLC6Waw/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387093699535155954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SsLNLXyJsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/BJu2TLC6Waw/s200/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dog died today. He was 13 years old, my son and I got him from the pound when he wasn't quite 2 years old and he was a handfull! We named him Allegro because it sounded similar to the name he had been given but didn't mean black in another language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Over the years things have changed in my life. When we got Allegro I had just gotten divorced and my son was in high school. Then I met a man and he moved in with us, pretty soon my son went away to college, several years later, Hans the man I was living with passed away, soon after that my son got married to a wonderful woman and just a few weeks ago they told me I was going to be a grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Through all of that Allegro was there. During my "empty nest" time and the long lonely nights after Hans passed he was there, loving and accepting and wanting nothing but a little food and little fun and a treat or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll miss the click of his nails on the wood floors and the feeling of a wet nose working it's way under my hand looking for some attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sure I tripped over him, cussed at him, cleaned up after his accidents ( that I think sometimes were on purpose). I hated the black dog hair that was everywhere no matter how many times I ran the vacuum but I loved him. He was my friend and my protector and the one I could tell everything to without worrying what he would think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here's to you doggie, thank you for making my life easier in the hard times and even more fun in the good times.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-8883505925791072788?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/8883505925791072788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=8883505925791072788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8883505925791072788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8883505925791072788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2009/09/allegros-gone.html' title='Allegro&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SsLNLXyJsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/BJu2TLC6Waw/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-1211483111837210392</id><published>2009-08-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:33:00.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Look Forward To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SoA7VaPi0SI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vr_B8M3CTds/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368355994833441058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SoA7VaPi0SI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vr_B8M3CTds/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I'm going to be a Grandma! This is the best news I've had in I can't remember when!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It seems lately I've just been going from day to day with nothing to look forward to and now I have the arrival of Baby K ! I know there's not really alot I can do now but I can sure sew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I took Jenny and Chris to the fabric store and we bought a bunch of patterns and just one piece of fabric ( I contained myself) and I'm ready to start sewing a layette for my new Grandchild, as well as a rocker cushion for Jenny ( as soon as they decide on a nursery color). Oh and maybe some baby safe stuffed amimals in cozy fabrics. Fun, fun, fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is jus the kick in the rear I needed to get off my butt and do something ! Maybe it'll lead to my doing some other things I need to do as well...you never know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-1211483111837210392?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/1211483111837210392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=1211483111837210392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/1211483111837210392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/1211483111837210392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Something To Look Forward To'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SoA7VaPi0SI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vr_B8M3CTds/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-8417346965989317426</id><published>2009-08-05T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:37:19.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/Snn_MvA59lI/AAAAAAAAACg/O0em3KfKODE/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366601025232434770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/Snn_MvA59lI/AAAAAAAAACg/O0em3KfKODE/s200/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've never been a huge fan of that song " Somewhere Over the Rainbow". I probably heard it destroyed at too many local pageants years ago.  But sometimes I wonder what would it be like to be "over the rainbow" , someplace else, living some other life than the one I have now. Some day, OK lots of days I think it would have to be better than this, especially if I could pick out what I wanted it to be. Then I realize that all of life is basically picking out what you want it to be and if you don't like it then it's time to pick out something different and make your own "over the rainbow" experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do and maybe I never will so I guess for now anyway , I better make this side of the rainbow an OK place for me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-8417346965989317426?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/8417346965989317426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=8417346965989317426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8417346965989317426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8417346965989317426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2009/08/over-rainbow.html' title='Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/Snn_MvA59lI/AAAAAAAAACg/O0em3KfKODE/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-475882883958893403</id><published>2009-05-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:07:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SgMstIHWSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/d59S62Rlzjk/s1600-h/robin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333155537520838946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SgMstIHWSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/d59S62Rlzjk/s200/robin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well it was a long, cold, snowy winter. Happily it's all gone and spring is here at last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the winter months I had lots of time to surf the web and happily reconnect with some old friends on Facebook. I love the idea that I can sign on to a social networking sight and find old school mates, friends and relatives and reconnect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to a very small church based junior college , there were on average about 120 of us all together. When there are that few people all living on a small campus, eating meals together , taking classes together, spending free time together a special bond is formed. Over the years I've managed to stay in touch with a few people but I had lost touch with many. It has been a great pleasure to "remeet" my old friends and see where their lives have taken them and to share memories of a time when life was much simpler ( even though at the time we may not have thought so). I've also reconnected with some high school class mates and some young people that I knew when they were in high school and I was helping out at the music department of their school.  Again it's been a pleasure to see where their lives have taken them and to see if they ended up they way I thought they would when they were so young and talented and smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, winter may have been long and irritating but it also gave me the chance to spend some time walking down memory lane, enjoying news about the present lives of my friends and hopefully the opportunity to keep in touch and not let so much time go by between chats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-475882883958893403?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/475882883958893403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=475882883958893403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/475882883958893403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/475882883958893403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SgMstIHWSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/d59S62Rlzjk/s72-c/robin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-2930516030822742642</id><published>2009-01-28T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:18:46.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow You Need to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SYDHtVRcVwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rUepntTxJ9k/s1600-h/ice1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296452743406049026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SYDHtVRcVwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rUepntTxJ9k/s200/ice1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I'm sick of the snow, beyond sick actually, I'm bone weary. I don't want to have to clean off my car to drive slippery roads full of crazy people to get to work just so I can clean off my car to drive slippery roads full of crazy people to get home any more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind the snow, it's pretty and makes things seem quiet and can even be fun. But I've reached the point of waaaaaaaaaaay too much of a good thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 82 year old mother seems to go slightly insane in the snow. She thinks no one should go outside, we should all stay home where it's warm and safe. Nice if you can but I can't. That dosen't stop her from calling me at work multiple times during the day to ask why "they" haven't sent us home yet.  She dosen't seem to grasp the fact that if you live in NNY  you actually do go out in the snow. You go to work, you shop, some folks even go out in it when they don't have to  so they can ski and snowmobile....this is foreign to her and she thinks the world should share her view.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we've had over 110 inches so far, probably more I gave up listening because it's depressing. I've had my driveway plowed 17 times at last count, but there's always tomorrow and the day after that. My mother is in  a heightened state of alert constantly and I've had enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need sunshine and warmth on my skin , I need to leave the house with out a coat and , hat and gloves and scarf and boots.....I need spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-2930516030822742642?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/2930516030822742642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=2930516030822742642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/2930516030822742642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/2930516030822742642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-snow-you-need-to-go.html' title='Snow, Snow You Need to Go'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SYDHtVRcVwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rUepntTxJ9k/s72-c/ice1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-3974998353709340586</id><published>2008-12-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:25:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Old and New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SUkfN7eIT1I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qy1JbKnK9sQ/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280786362231443282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SUkfN7eIT1I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qy1JbKnK9sQ/s200/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an only child, my friends have always been more like family to me.This is especially true with the ones that have been around for most of my life. My friend Karen and I have known each other since we were 5 years old, sure there have been times ,as happens in families when we have not been happy with each other, but somehow we always manage to start where we left off, the intervening time seeming to matter less than the present and future.  Then there are friends that I made in high school and later who have become part of my family even though we don't see each other as often as we'd like or talk as often as we should. These are the folks my son knows better than any "real" family members and the people he appreciates as part of his childhood and now adulthood. I didn't "inherit" my family we chose each other and I have to say we're a very interesting group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently a friend of mine invited me to join Facebook, I thought why not. Well I have to say I'm very glad I did, since I joined I have reconnected with  friends from college and beyond and it's been fun just to pop in and see if they've posted anything new lately and also to post what I'm up to. Who'd have thought 30 plus years ago when we graduated from high school and college that one day we could sign onto a computer and discover a friend half way across the country had just enjoyed a morning walk with her grandchildren or a friend in Jersey had just had soem medical tests. Amazing ! It may not be the same as a visit in person or a phone call but it certaily keeps us connected and I think that's very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my world my "family" is held together by something much stronger than blood, we're connected by love and respect and humor and because we want to be. How amazing and wonderful is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-3974998353709340586?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/3974998353709340586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=3974998353709340586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/3974998353709340586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/3974998353709340586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-old-and-new.html' title='Friends Old and New'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SUkfN7eIT1I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qy1JbKnK9sQ/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-8833831179606280026</id><published>2008-12-02T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:55:58.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/STWACEMhIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/9MjZalfC4f8/s1600-h/penguinsgalore1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263311508742546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/STWACEMhIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/9MjZalfC4f8/s200/penguinsgalore1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is December, where does the time go? Days that sometimes seem so long multiply quickly into weeks and months and I look up one day and so much time has passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I never have enough time to do what I want to do because I'm always otherwise occupied with things I have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to go visit some friends this fall, that never happened. I wanted to redo a room in my house, nope not done. I know it'll all happen eventually but I've learned that time is valuable and I guess maybe I waste too much thinking about what I want to do instead of just doing it. Maybe I need to be more like these penguins and just do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-8833831179606280026?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/8833831179606280026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=8833831179606280026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8833831179606280026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8833831179606280026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-already.html' title='December Already'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/STWACEMhIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/9MjZalfC4f8/s72-c/penguinsgalore1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-6058855716875692754</id><published>2008-10-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:44:14.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go , snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SQipsxXVInI/AAAAAAAAABo/SA6rkf2q7Gg/s1600-h/1029080746a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642751212954226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SQipsxXVInI/AAAAAAAAABo/SA6rkf2q7Gg/s200/1029080746a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this picture from my front porch this AM. It wasn't quite full daylight yet but you can see the snow! So here it is October 29 and we have snow, not just a "dusting" we have some good old "gotta plow that out of the way " snow.                                                                                                     I'm not as fond of snow as I am of other types of water. I agree it's beautiful and if I didn't have to do anything but sit inside and look out at it I could almost be happy to see it. But, alas I have to get up early so I can shovel a path to my car and then spend however long it takes to find the car under the snow and then go back inside until the car warms up and then get dressed again and go to work. Then I have to hope the roads are passable and I don't meet some of those "smart" guys who think owning a 4 wheel drive means they can rule the road, go as fast as they did in August and wonder why they end up in the ditch waiting for a tow truck. Yeah, snow is a pain in the rear.                                                                                                                                      Snow also means winter which means darkness..I really hate waking up when it's dark and then leaving work in the dark..if I didn't have a window in my office I'wouldn't see daylight for about 3 months. Tanning beds are still popular up here, I think it's just because people like to feel like they're soaking up the warmth of the sun for a little while.                                                                   So yes, it snowed today and I'm sure it's the first of many..grrrrrrrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-6058855716875692754?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/6058855716875692754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=6058855716875692754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6058855716875692754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6058855716875692754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-go-snow.html' title='Here we go , snow!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SQipsxXVInI/AAAAAAAAABo/SA6rkf2q7Gg/s72-c/1029080746a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-6658862293505008039</id><published>2008-10-02T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:47:21.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and.. it's October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SOUuWNPPjZI/AAAAAAAAABg/zE6pwvUMgCY/s1600-h/1001081109b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252655499443146130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SOUuWNPPjZI/AAAAAAAAABg/zE6pwvUMgCY/s320/1001081109b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture through my office window yesterday during a rain storm. The white and black is the building across the street. I just thought it was interesting the way the water looked like it was runnung in parallel streams down the building when it was actually running down my window.&lt;br /&gt;So it's October, today would have been my 9th anniversary with someone I loved, but he's not with us anymore. It's been almost 2 years since he passed and sometimes that feels about right and other times it seems like just yesterday we were going to chemo and the Drs. were telling him how well he was doing.  Time passes and stands still at the same time, hard to explain unless you've felt it.&lt;br /&gt;OK so enough rain and sadness, life goes on and if you let it , it can be pretty OK . It took me 2 years at this job to get an office with a window and now I can take great pictures through it ~!&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed every picture I've posted here has water of some sort...interesting. I guess I really like water.   :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's almost time to head home, it's been a long day and tomorrow's Friday and payday what could be better??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-6658862293505008039?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/6658862293505008039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=6658862293505008039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6658862293505008039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6658862293505008039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-its-october.html' title='and.. it&apos;s October'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SOUuWNPPjZI/AAAAAAAAABg/zE6pwvUMgCY/s72-c/1001081109b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-1751822773033910979</id><published>2008-09-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:45:42.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SN_3D9Ioz6I/AAAAAAAAABY/xuN0Wp9iGVY/s1600-h/burville1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251187337859747746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SN_3D9Ioz6I/AAAAAAAAABY/xuN0Wp9iGVY/s200/burville1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice song...September in the Rain, if you haven't heard it find a good version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my friend and I went to the local cider mill. Behind the mill is this waterfall. This year because we've had so much rain it is really beautiful. The mill has built a multi level deck so you can basically walk alongside the waterfall. It was a rainy and gray day today so most folks were just in the shop getting their fresh pressed cider and heading home but I had to check out the falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back to the mill shop I happened to spot a metal box sort of sitting in the rocks, unless you were really looking things over you wouldn't see it right away. I asked my friend what he thought that could be for and he immediately recognized it as a Geocache. We opened it and sure enough there was a log book and some trinkets that folks had left and an explanation about what a Geocache is. I won't go into it here but you can check this out by just searching "geocache". It's sort of a world wide treasure hunt thing..anyway it was cool to find one and be able to leave our "mark" in the log book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought beautiful fresh apples and fresh pressed cider and and of course some cider donuts. If you've never had fresh cider it's something you should try. It never tastes exactly the same as the jug before because it all depends on the apples, but it is always good! At this old mill you can actually go and watch them press the cider and taste a sample before you buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not at peak color here foliage wise but it's sure looking like autumn. I imagine in the next week or two the explosion of color that means fall will be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure this won't be my last trip to the mill this year but the first one of the season is always a treat !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-1751822773033910979?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/1751822773033910979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=1751822773033910979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/1751822773033910979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/1751822773033910979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-in-rain.html' title='September in the Rain'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SN_3D9Ioz6I/AAAAAAAAABY/xuN0Wp9iGVY/s72-c/burville1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-2530404020700975288</id><published>2008-09-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:42:41.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Rush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBIGJuueFI/AAAAAAAAABM/VB-jq8_t-ns/s1600-h/water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242269236787574866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBIGJuueFI/AAAAAAAAABM/VB-jq8_t-ns/s200/water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think my rock sitting is pretty much over for this year. September is here and they'll be closing the cottage soon , so no more afternoons at the lake. It was a lovely fun time and I hope next year the weather cooperates and we can do it again !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now it's time for cider and apples and baking and then the holidays will be here before we know it. I have already seen Halloween decorations in the stores. Why do we need to rush everything these days? Maybe I'm just getting old but it seems like everyone is in a hurry for the next exciting thing, why can't we just enjoy the days as they go by in their own time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know only too well that life can end suddenly but why rush through it and miss the details that make things special just to be getting to the next big event? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think life should be like wine tasting, you observe it and smell it and then sip it slowly so you can enjoy all it has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-2530404020700975288?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/2530404020700975288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=2530404020700975288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/2530404020700975288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/2530404020700975288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-rush.html' title='What&apos;s the Rush?'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBIGJuueFI/AAAAAAAAABM/VB-jq8_t-ns/s72-c/water.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-7196001847364219390</id><published>2008-08-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:18:40.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cloudy day</title><content type='html'>They say we only have 2 seasons up here, winter and the 4th of July, sadly it's kind of true. Here we are not quite mid-August and the leaves are slightly turning, the evenings are cooler and it seems to rain every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really gave much thought to the weather until I moved up here, now I seem to want to grasp every sunbeam and save it for what I know will be a long dark winter. So, when there aren't many sunbeams to grasp it can get frustrating. I don't mind the cooler weather, I prefer it actually; it's the gloom that makes me want to live someplace where the sun shines alot more than it does here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lake again this past weekend, but it was too cold to swim and the water was too rough to just casually wade without getting drenched. My rock was all wet and the trip to get to it would have meant wading through many inches of washed up algae and vegetation....ick. I hope we can claim at least another day or two of sunshine and calm waters before the weather changes all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September can sometimes fool us up here and be quite warm...one can only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-7196001847364219390?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/7196001847364219390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=7196001847364219390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/7196001847364219390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/7196001847364219390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-cloudy-day.html' title='Another cloudy day'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-6891131034045909800</id><published>2008-08-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:02:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of rocks...</title><content type='html'>This weekend my friend and I went to the Herkimer Diamond Mines in Herkimer, NY. As you might have guessed there are not real diamonds but beautiful pieces of crystal. The process is you go, pay them 10.00 , they give you a hammer and point you towards the mines. There are 2 of them , which resemble large quarys. There's no underground involved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to break off pieces of the wall of rock ( or split rocks already on the ground) in hopes of finding some of these "diamonds". The day we were day it rained pretty steadily but on we pushed, hammers and chisels ( from home ) in hand. We weren't alone, there were probably 40-50 people at each mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after thinking we'd broken enough rock my friend gave me a rock to crack and low and behold there were "diamonds"inside. It's actually amazing to me that these stones form within stones and when you break open the right rock they just tumble out. The ones we got weren't very large and we kept looking for awhile more but the rain got the best of us and we ended our search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun day and a great way to get rid of your agression if you have any :). I would recomend it to anyone who likes to do something different and also it's a fun place to take the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-6891131034045909800?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/6891131034045909800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=6891131034045909800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6891131034045909800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6891131034045909800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/08/speaking-of-rocks.html' title='Speaking of rocks...'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-7044443639393937920</id><published>2008-07-26T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:29:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Family Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SIswBAasTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8JzAlDl54Ls/s1600-h/my+rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227324586343550258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SIswBAasTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8JzAlDl54Ls/s320/my+rock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is "my rock" this is where I like to sit and soak up some sun and just feel the peace of the water. This day the water was very rough, usually the rock is dry and a fine place to rest on a summer afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my friend and I went to the lake after dinner. There must have been 20 or more people there. Six ( including him) of ten of his brothers and sisters were there plus their children, grandchildren and of course his Mom. This is so different from my semi-solitary only child existance! The giggles and pure energy of the little ones in different stages of swimming, marshmallow eating and just plain excitement gives me faith that life is good which is something I haven't really felt alot in the past couple of years. So, thank you family #2 you rock and make me believe life really is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-7044443639393937920?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/7044443639393937920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=7044443639393937920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/7044443639393937920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/7044443639393937920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-family-rocks.html' title='This Family Rocks!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SIswBAasTTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8JzAlDl54Ls/s72-c/my+rock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-8958864438948111969</id><published>2008-07-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:42:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh Summer</title><content type='html'>I grew up in the NYC area of New York, down there the seasons are all well defined. Winter melts into spring somewhere around the actual date, flowers bloom in April and summer slides in after spring has had a chance to prepare you for warm weather. Autum is crisp and cool and it never snows in autumn, winter is dark and cold and the chance of a white Christmas is minimal but has been known to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Here in NNY most seasons seem to just run over each other, it can snow in autumn, things really don't bloom alot until the end of spring ,almost summer and then, like a huge natural fireworks display, summer EXPLODES in the north country. Green is the greenest green anywhere, the sky is the  bluest blue, flowers are amazing in the purity of their color! It seems like one goes to sleep one night to a semi-gray world and wakes up to COLOR! Bright color, amazing color like a gift to make up for all the months of fading color and just plain gray.&lt;br /&gt;I was back on my favorite rock the other day looking at the lake and the surrounding shoreline and it was so colorful and so peaceful. I can actually feel the tension just drain out of me and all my worries just float away on the puffy clouds. Ahhhhh summer, maybe I appreciate it so much because every year it's a new fireworks display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-8958864438948111969?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/8958864438948111969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=8958864438948111969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8958864438948111969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/8958864438948111969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhhh-summer.html' title='Ahhhh Summer'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653294090929733663.post-6274323524491935555</id><published>2008-07-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:48:45.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Some days are the perfect definition of a season. Today was a perfect summer day. Warm but not too hot, not very humid, bright sunshine, the kind of day that makes even someone like me who rarely communes with nature want to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;So outside I was, at my friend's family "camp" on the lake. They have a nice cabin just about 10 feet from the shoreline of the lake. I waded out to a big rock about 6 feet from shore and just sat there looking at the amazing rocks on the bottom and enjoying the warm sun on my skin. My friend loves rocks , he says he should have been a geologist. So, I was picking out unusual rocks and he was telling me about them, nice place for a casual science lesson.&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a large family unlike my only child of an only child with an only child situation so there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt;, nephews, sisters, brothers and even his Mom in evidence. It was nice to be with a big family and just observe and sometimes participate in the family groove. All in all it was a lovely day that I hope I can repeat before the end of the all too brief north country summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653294090929733663-6274323524491935555?l=sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/feeds/6274323524491935555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653294090929733663&amp;postID=6274323524491935555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6274323524491935555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653294090929733663/posts/default/6274323524491935555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-randomobservations.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-nice-day.html' title='Just a Nice Day'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278021225200244482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08IAkXOjtRc/SMBEo7zj3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cbif_pzuGhE/S220/sue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
