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Originally Posted by Cherry Cow
I can't post. When I hit backspace, my post goes away. I can't type without hitting backspace. Grr.
I've had weird things like that happen to me too. I'm pretty sure it has to do with some web page or software resetting my keyboard options temporarily because it always clears up after rebooting.
Schatzi, I love the immigration of the goose population, or in this case I guess we should encourage them to emigrate. When we had a trailerable sailboat, sometimes we used to go launch it in Moosehead Lake about an hour away from here and the boat ramp area and parking area were some sort of magnet for geese. Every inch of the grassy areas was covered with nasty goose poop (for those who haven't had the pleasure: it's the size of cat poop but much more disgusting). It would have been such a nice place to hang out if not for that. I've heard of some places where they hire herding dogs to keep the place clear of wild geese. Jet would love that! We don't get geese in any quantity around here though for some reason
Bagz, you're such a bad influence...

I did go visit and waste the rest of the day on the beach watching the dogs chase each other and getting comfortably numb. Sometimes you just have to follow your instincts, eh?
Yesterday we went to the American Folk Festival in the big city. That was very good as usual, saw some killer piano players, and Throat Singing which was fascinating.
Talked to DD last night. She had spent the day
gardening at the nursing home they are working at.

That's a first! Today they will be exploring Boston.
Apparently the first night when they were still at the college gym, they had a visit from the weirdos who were heading out on the wilderness trip the next day -- a parade
au naturel in the dark. Yes, I am serious. I do not know how you convince that many 18 year olds to streak, but hey, I'm glad mine was a spectator and not a participant. It is so comforting to know that the old traditions are held up for the next generation -- in 1973 on the very same campus in my freshman year we were treated to one of the first streakers any had ever of. Of course
he was in broad daylight. How proud am I...
Kiwi