Need I say more?

Daily writing prompt
Describe your ideal week.

Seriously, I wasn’t going to say anything else.

Nope! Not going to say any more.

I mean it, I’m not!

……..

………….

Ok, fine! There’ll obviously be cookies…

But, I mean it… I won’t say another word!

Does “Hugs” count?

Lazy Saturdays…

This is how we should all be spending our Saturdays. Cats have perfected this behavior, leading me to try it out, myself… minus the belly rubs, that is!

Have a purrrrrrfect Saturday, all!

P.S. If you want to include the belly rubs in your Saturday routine, it’s all right. I won’t say anything, I promise!

Actually, this behavior also aids in relaxing your canine’s, as well…

… five minute’s later…

See? It really does work!

I sleep with my eyes open…

Daily writing prompt
How do you relax?

There are actually two differing sleeps that bring us rest. The sleeping sleeping, and the wakeful sleeping… the kind when your eyes are open. You know? Most would probably recognize this better, if I were to say daydreaming instead of sleeping with your eyes open. A very boring prompt title, if you ask me!

My dreaming could derive from my own imagination, or sometimes, from a book I’ve read, or even a really great movie. The point is, when I’m wanting to relax, I like to let my mind wander to wonderful and dreamy places that are devoid of humanities normal nastiness!

Don’t blame me for checking out sometimes, but real life can be truly unfun at times, so what’s a girl gonna do?

Besides, that’s where most of my best cookies come from… and I haven’t heard any complaints so far, so I must be doing something right…

Barnyard Business…

Today must be one of the laziest days we’ve had in quite some time. Honestly, I didn’t realize how good it would be to get back to the barnyard. There isn’t much better of a feeling than sleeping in your own bed, after a long time away from home.

Eustace was invited to a company retreat, so I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing, just this moment, but I can hear snores coming from the porch, the barn, and my upstairs bedroom. It seems that everyone around here is sleeping in, this lovely Friday morning. Everyone, that is, aside from myself.

While I might not be able to enjoy coffee anymore, I still love to sit in the still of the morning, with a good cup of tea. It’s so quiet, aside from the wind in the trees or the occasional birdsong floating across the meadow.

Well, I should say that it’s usually very quiet. As for this morning, it’s a fair bit away from being the normal serene calm that I’m used to experiencing. Funnily enough, I’m not bothered in the least from all the snorts, mumbles, and growls calling to me from every corner of the barnyard. In fact, I find it rather comforting, like a warm blanket on a winters day.

Snoring babes means happy babes, as far as I’m concerned. Life at sea has it’s benefits, but when it comes to rack-time aboard a massive ship on the water… well, you never know if you’ll wake up in your bunk, or on the floor, what with rough waters and high winds!

Take Osrig, for instance. He barely came out from under my bed while on the ship, but now that we’re home, he rarely comes in the house. His favorite spot for napping is just outside the kitchen window, on the porch…

Honestly, I don’t know that we’ve ever seen him so happy and relaxed.

Speaking of seeing someone happy, oh my goodness, you should see miss Tilly! Well, you can’t actually see her, right this second. She woke up when I did, begging me to help her pack a basket of fruit for young Henry, and his family. She left straight-away, headed for the river where the two lovebirds often meet. I don’t suspect she’ll be back til this evening…

Ahhhh, young love! Something tells me that she will be spending a great deal of time with her sweetheart’s family, which I am glad for. Tilly has grown up right before our eyes, and in such a short time, it seems. Besides, Henry spends a lot of time here with us, as well. I’m thinking of inviting them all for Thanksgiving dinner. There’ll already be an army of ants, from Lilly’s kin, and Squagon has invited family members from both his Acorn and Pinion Valley clans. The more the merrier, I always say!

Well, my tea has gone cold, and my tummy is shouting “Oatmeal… Oatmeal… Oatmeal!” I best get busy making breakfast.

Oh, yeah… and it’s FRIDAY, everyone! Have a blessed weekend… hugs

Chicken?

Daily writing prompt
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?

The only birds I use regularly would be chickens, but if I had to do it, I suppose I could send them on vacation, or something.

Oh, wait! I am so sorry! They asked for a word, not a bird… my bad! If I can’t even manage to read the question correctly, I don’t think it’s wise to ask if I can give up one of my regular words. Just sayin…

Cookies?

Thursday Thoughts…

By the Sea…

I think I would live by the sea, if ever I could

Waking up to sounds of the ocean, would feel good…

Drinking tea on my deck, the sun warming my face

It would ever so peaceful, existing in that place…

Each and every dawn, could seem like new beginnings

I’d thank God for everything I have

Far more precious than any lottery winnings…

Yes, I know I’d live by the sea, if ever I possibly could

I’d build castles in the sand like a child

Honestly, I think everyone should!

I’d bake cookies in my kitchen, leaving all my windows open

Bringing hungry neighbors by for treats

At least that’s what I’d be hoping!

For certain, I know that I’d live by the sea, if ever I got the chance

I’d sail the seas with my savior

from dawn til dusk

So, I guess company should call in advance!

Well, since you asked…

Daily writing prompt
Are you holding a grudge? About?

Dear Big Pharma,

What is the reason for charging $11oo.oo for a 1 month supply of prescriptive Nexium?

You do realize that’s 30 antacid pills for $1100.00… no wonder my insurance company wet themselves! After they changed their Depends, my insurance promptly kicked it back, refusing to pay.

As a woman of God, it’s terribly difficult for me to “love you with the love of the Lord”, as they say.

Sincerely,

Wiwohka

I only offered up this candid response, because WordPress seemed genuinely interested in my emotional wellbeing. I will admit, it was a bit over the top with the syrupy sweet way they posed the prompt. And, in truth, it did feel like I’d just been approached by a couple of nosy middle school girlfriends.

You know what, WordPress? You were being rather slimy, what with that second question thrown in there. It might have looked less creepy if you asked a full question, thereby disguising those stalker vibes. I mean, come on WordPress, just a single intrusive “About?” Shame on you! You can do better than that… I know you can.

Quick! Everyone eat all the cookies before WordPress sees this and tries to eat some…

Wednesday Musical…

Can you believe it? They actually gave Eustace a Welcome Home Party! Like a full workday kind of party… I’m being fully serious!

Just to prove it, I’ve taken the liberty of putting together a video of the whole affair! Otherwise, I doubt you’d have believed me…

** Ladies and gents, grab your popcorn and Ju Ju Bees. It’s time for a show!

I give you my first Musical (minus any singing) ever produced, here on WordPress…

Oh, wait! Ummm, the first scene had to be a stand-in, sorry. You try successfully producing a musical while your star actor is busy getting a Brazilian Sugar Wax treatment. Just sayin!

Dat da dat Dahhhhhh……….

Eustace Get’s a Party!

Cheeky Camel!

### No camel’s were harmed during this production###

From the Archives (2023) Answers From the Past…

Daily writing prompt
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

I found an old post from last spring that I thought rather fitting, if you twist the daily prompt’s meaning just a smidge…

This was one of my ‘Investigating Truths’ episodes, but it seemed fitting, somehow.

For as long as I can remember, I have made sense of myself and this world in two realms of thought.  One realm of thought is in the actual and physical sense.  What we see, do, talk about, eat and feel are things in the here and now. The second realm of thought is what I think of as my storybook, or cartoon version, if you will.  Let’s call this part the “Behind the Scenes of My Truths,” the adventure version. 

What follows is written in storybook version…….

I am wild from the top of my head all the way down to my toes!  It is all that I can seem to remember of myself.  My journeying, or running if I am being truthful, has always found me far out in the desert.  For as long as I can remember, there has been a path worn, from one hidden oasis to another, by my very own feet.  I have hidden them well, though, so most that wander by are unaware of my presence. 

As the years of my life rolled forward, I found that there was One who had been following my footprints, always leaving little packages of love for me.  On one of my journeys along the outskirts of the Cities of Souls, I came to realize that the One whom I had sensed, was in fact my True Father!  It was both joyful and difficult to become aware of Him. 

I stayed…

Before I knew it, time seemed to have sped forward in my journey, by a great many years!  I discovered that I had settled down right inside the walls … building relationships with others, and trying to live and do things the way all of the others thought was right. 

My Father showed me the gifts given to me, but instead of being at peace, I became fearful…

I believed that I was losing myself, and would simply become a nothing, moving along by habit!

So this wild child ran!!!

I fled into the desert with as much speed as possible, for my feet had become softened over the years spent within the walls built by man.  Many times I fell, stumbling over rocks and debris that had been left on my paths.  Had it really been that long?  I was not sure if the way had become obstructed or if I had simply forgotten my exact path.  Many seasons were spent wandering, clearing out my old and unused paths. 

Time rolled on…

Oh, I would come near the outskirts, just close enough to remember what I left behind.  The intensity of my pain and fear, along with the guilt over my failure, drove me away again and again…

My last act of running into the desert, or defiance as I see it, nearly cost me my very life, but that is for another time.  For now, I leave you with this thought…I am still that wild child inside, but my Father has been revealing to me the graceful Phoenix that He is rising up from the ashes of her truths…

You didn’t think I would forget your cookies, did you?

Tuesday Tinkering…

This week’s tinkering session has brought to light several glaringly obvious problems. One has to do with the whole ship naming idea, and the other has to do with how Norbert (AI) and I get along.

Go ahead and take a seat, as I fully intend to expound on both problems, quite extensively!

After wasting more hours than I care to admit, in an attempt at designing a show stopping, Emmy award winning, and downright flawless signage for our homecoming boat naming ceremony… I discovered a huge flaw in my plans!

Did you know that most pirate ship’s didn’t bear any name on them at all? Something to do with how many times a pirate ship was stolen from the pirates… by other pirates. Who knew? Well, at least I didn’t! Not til after I went looking for pictures of nameplates that might be helpful in creating my own design. I wasn’t finding much, so I asked google why.

This was the answer given by Google’s AI:

There are no good pictures of pirate ships with names carved on them because pirate ships were not built to be displayed or documented, and detailed records or images rarely survived. Unlike naval or large merchant vessels, pirate ships were not formally commissioned, and their identity was often temporary. The notion of a famous, custom-built pirate ship with a beautifully carved name comes more from modern fiction than from historical reality. 

Here are the main reasons why no such pictures exist:

1. Absence of official records

  • No formal documentation: Navies and legitimate trading companies kept detailed archives of their vessels, including plans, commissions, and portraits. Since pirates were criminals, they did not create or keep such records.
  • Informal ownership: Pirates typically didn’t build their ships but rather captured and repurposed existing merchant or naval vessels. They often “traded up” for a better ship when they had the chance, meaning a famous pirate’s association with a single ship was often short-lived. 

2. Lack of artistic and photographic documentation

  • Photography did not exist: During the Golden Age of Piracy (roughly 1650s–1730s), photography had not yet been invented. All depictions would have been through drawings, paintings, or engravings, which were rare and often inaccurate.
  • Inaccurate depictions: The few engravings of pirates and their ships that existed during the era were often made by artists who had never seen the real thing. For example, some engravings from A General History of the Pyrates depict pirates in the style of high-class Europeans rather than in the authentic fashion of colonial sailors. 

3. Practical considerations of a pirate’s life

  • Anonymity was a virtue: Pirates often sought to avoid recognition. Publicly displaying a distinctive, named ship would have made them an easy target for naval forces actively hunting them.
  • Names were not permanent: If a pirate did name a captured ship, it would be a makeshift name that could be quickly changed if needed. Carving a permanent name would have been pointless and risky.
  • Low-budget, functional appearance: Pirate ships were functional tools for crime, not display pieces. A pirate’s priority was speed, maneuverability, and firepower, not fancy ornamentation. Any cosmetic additions would have been minimal, temporary, and focused on intimidation rather than elegant craftsmanship. 

The short version is, there were simply too few records, and too many pirates stealing each other’s ship!

So, it’s back to the drawing board on signage… but, I’ve an idea for making a placard for my office desk, at least. Maybe there’s a fitting image that we can stitch onto our sails. That might work, but I’ll need some suggestions for image ideas, and details. If it’s not too much to ask, perhaps you wouldn’t mind helping a girl out. Toss me a short description in the comments, if you’re feeling creative.

Now, as for the second problem that I encountered, this one has more to do with me being an overthinking perfectionist, than it does with the quality of Norbert’s work. I must confess that my technical skills get fully bulldozed by my Chatty Cathy style descriptions. Basically, I make the mistake of thinking that my AI has a brain, any real depth of understanding, nor can it relate to what I’m typing… Norbert is merely an advanced series of algorithms, meant to match words and written concepts with visual imagery. There will never be a computer that can recreate what is in my minds eye, with any certainty. We humans are far too complex for that to ever occur, in my opinion.

As far as Norbert and I are concerned, there is still much to be done in terms of operator error (my part), as well as, better listening skills on Norbert’s part.

I’ve noticed that when I ask the program to place a human into art or cartoon, it responds successfully, for the most part. Like putting my image into a scene on the ship…

I have to insert the images of my characters, in order to keep the realism in the actual image. But watch what happens when I ask the AI for one of the artificial characters in a scene without any human aspects…

Notice how the AI has begun to change the scene toward a cartoon feel. The bowl and utensils now look plastic, and the cookies look like they could be made of playdough. Now, I don’t mind this effect if the image is meant for a child.

I also noticed that the computer handles outdoor better than indoor, when the image is fully imaginary. That means, when the model is neither human nor animal, but fictional. If I ask for an image of Eustace, Tilly, or Bailey, the images are almost always photorealistic. But the conflict begins when I try to put them together in the same image. The AI will either turn my image into a cartoon or completely mutilate the other character’s features…

And, NO, this is NOT one of those images where folks remark at how an owner and their dog look alike!

For now, there will not be any forthcoming group photos.

I know that I worked on Peanut’s images last week, but without much success, as you know. I think that if I want a more realistic Peanut, I must first create him with an outdoor background. Then, I can simply pull his outdoor image into an indoor scene; one with realistic features and furnishings. The same should work for an indoor image being pulled to an outdoor background. It may be successful if I can nail the correct lighting for both images.

We shall see…