This week, Hippie With Tiara has joined Princess Of Peds and the sometimes dissolute but always debonair Lady Lawanda along with eight other friends for a week of physical and spiritual renewal at the Heartland Spa. Exotically named massages will be had, exfoliations will take place, morning walks will be walked. All in all, it will be, I have been informed in no uncertain terms, a heck of a time. If their plot to kidnap the Clothes Fairy is successful, that’s a bonus.
Mr. Science1 (AKA Spouse of Hippie With Tiara) is my guest during his wife’s initiation into Spa Queendom. Our contribution to Spa Week is remaining absent to assure that that we and our foibles can be safely utilized as convenient conversational topics at lunch and dinner between servings of modest portions of excellently prepared, delicious, healthy food.
With Mr. Science in the (Heck Of A) House and the Prodigal still attending Physical Therapy, Occupational Therapy, Speech Therapy, Vocational Therapy, and any other Therapy the outpatient Rehab folks can invent, this is not a propitious time for leisurely drafted posts with multiple revisions, fact-checking, spellchecking, and other such timewasters. Consequently, posts may be sparse and spare this week.
Or not.
In any case, today’s entry, as the discerning reader will have already determined, is, thus far, directionless babble. Thankfully, Mr. Science is available to effect a rescue, providing both the impressive photo below and the accompanying description.
The Sandhill Crane Layover
Mr. Science writes:
To see thousands of these ancient birds arrive at the river at sundown from a nearby blind or see them ascend at sunrise is an unforgettable birding experience.
Sandhill Cranes - Platte River In Central Nebraska (Click on image to enlarge)
- Mr. Science undergoes a name change in future posts and so is also known in these pages as “Lord of Leisure” [↩]
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