The Joys of Funko Pop

We could all use a little Jillian Holtzmann in our lives.

We could all use a little Jillian Holtzmann in our lives.

Just came back from having my car inspected and was happy to see it passed–for the second year in a row, too. For a few years in the past, it kept failing. They always seemed to find one thing or another wrong. But lately, my car’s been doing well. Last year I celebrated passing inspection by getting a Funko Pop BB-8 (the ball robot from Star Wars: The Force Awakens).

For the love of Jyn!

For the love of Jyn!

This time, I wound up getting two Funko Pops. Jillian Holtzmann, from the new Ghostbusters film, and Jyn Erso, from the upcoming Rogue One: a Star Wars Story. She’s the one who says “I rebel” in that trailer. I don’t know if I’ll be doing this every year (“The car passed inspection? It’s Funko Pop time!”) but I just couldn’t resist these. –SF

Warming up locks

The key to unlocking a cold lock is heat. Who knew?

The key to unlocking a cold lock is heat. Who knew?

According to the weather reports, we’re in for some snow this coming weekend. How much is still being determined. So I head out to my trusty shed to get the shovel and snow thrower, only to be flummoxed when I can’t open the lock because it’s frozen.

I check online, and the best advice seems to be to just heat up the lock enough to melt the ice inside. But heat it with what? I don’t smoke, so I don’t have any lighters (as one site suggested), and I don’t own a hair dyer.

Then I thought of the heating pack that I use on my neck and shoulders, whenever they get tense. I heated the pack in the microwave, removed the protective covering (I was wearing gloves when I handled it), and took it outside. I pressed the heating pack against the lock, until I was able to get the key inside and unlock it. Now I have access to my snow equipment, just in time for the storm.

Who knew the heating pad would work on tense locks, as well as tense muscles? 🙂

What a fox!

Can you see the fox! Look for the ears....

Can you see the fox! Look for the ears….

I found somebody taking a nap in my backyard.

Zzzzz...zzzzz..zzzzz...hm, where's a good hen house when you need one...zzzzzz

Zzzzz…zzzzz..zzzzz…hm, where’s a good hen house when you need one…zzzzzz

When you blow up the picture, it turns out to be a fox, snoring away. Well, I couldn’t hear him snoring, but he certainly looked asleep. Nice that these guys consider my property a safe enough haven for them to snuggle up for a while.

Oh deer!

Oh, are we leaving?

Oh, are we leaving?

The other day, a mother and baby deer both walked right in front of my house. I saw them walking right past my front windows and door.

Hold your horses, ma, I'm coming, I'm coming!

Hold your horses, ma, I’m coming, I’m coming!

I managed to grab the camera and take a few shots of them as they strolled by.

I'm working with short legs here, so give me a sec....

I’m working with short legs here, so give me a sec….

The baby was actually walking on very wobbly legs, and had some trouble keeping up with mom, but the kid got it done–even stopping at one point to munch on something.

Just checking my rock

My rock of Gibraltar

My rock of Gibraltar

Seeing how this is the first weekend without any snow on the ground, I went for a little inspection of my property. I found this rock, looking like its been perfectly cut in half for me.

After washing it with the hose, I took it inside to inspect it for fossils. Sometimes, whenever a rock cracks cleanly open like this, you might get a fossilized image of a creature that lived millions of years ago.

Behold, one rock becomes two!

Behold, one rock becomes two!

But, as you can see, there was nothing imprinted inside the rock. Cancel the call to the Museum of Natural History! Oh well, it was worth the look. 🙂

Bye, winter (I think)

What's that dark stuff down there? Why, it's the ground! It's been so long since I've seen it!

What’s that dark stuff down there? Why, it’s the ground! It’s been so long since I’ve seen it!

We just had one of these spring snow storms, and I have to say that I really love spring snow storms. Not because of the storm itself, which usually roars in with an intimidating fury of white, but what happens after the storm.

That’s right, it doesn’t matter how much snow we wind up getting during a spring snow storm, because the next day, the temperatures climb back into the fifties and that nice, strong sun wipes it all away.

I’m tempted to say that this is the LAST snow storm of the season, but I never do. Because whenever I say something like that, we usually get hit with more snow. Snow is persistent, and it never realizes that it has overstayed its welcome. –SF