Military Romance Author
It’s been a lazy summer week, so I’ve been lazy. Think I’m still basking in the glow of finally getting the new web site up. It’s not done, but that hurdle is over. We all need to celebrate our successes.
I think that is exactly what baby Mountain Goat Parkour at the Oregon Zoo is doing. She’s learned how to climb and she keeps practicing. Mountain Goat cross training, for real.
Wish I had her energy!
Have a great safe, weekend and stay cool! Happy Quirky Friday!
And on the twenty-eighth day, there was a new web site! Sweet jumping grapefruit it’s been a journey. Since last we chatted, I had the blog moved to a new self-hosted web site, changed the design theme and all was right with the world. @#$%
Hopefully, my fabulous readers, you are still with me – they promised you would come with me. This is a test of that promise. Given my hate-hate relationship with tech and my fabulous Happiness Engineer, things were going well until they went sideways.
If you find broken links, I don’t have a clue how to fix them, but I will try. There will be more tweaks along the way, so buckle up. Next time I undertake this mission, I’m hiring Navy SEALs!
But back at the Oregon Zoo, goats Ruth and Sonia have been bravely going on their rounds. This one seemed so appropriate to re-christen the blog.
Hope you had a Happy Fourth of July! Have a great, safe, weekend and Happy Quirky Friday!
by Kimberly A. Cook
Been a busy week but I know I’ve accomplished a lot. From getting stuff out of the house and donated to attacking technology challenges, progress feels liberating. The projects continue, but I’m pretty proud of myself.
Learning new things is always good and this baby mountain goat at the Oregon Zoo is no exception. Climbing rocks is a new sport for him too. His celebration at the end of the video sums up my week. Rock on!
Have a great safe weekend and Happy Quirky Friday!
by Kimberly A. Cook
Bagged the bird! For those of you who thought I’d lost my mind last week, my poultry paparazzi patrol paid off. Did a quick recon before leaving for my fiction critique group last Saturday to see if the violin playing chicken was in attendance. No fowl. Dang it.
Got in the car and headed for my meeting. Ready to make a left turn and looking right, chicken ahoy! I ignored my left turn signal, and the car behind me, and turned right to get a quick chicken pic. Using my vast stealth abilities from the military, I parked a block away and then went chicken stalking. Got two pics. Here is the best one.
Now this fowl encounter has become a quest. I want to know the chicken’s back story. My journalistic roots are tingling. When did the chicken take violin lessons? Why here? Why now? Why the outfit? Does the chicken have a website? Do all chickens wear Birkenstocks? Or flip-flops? (I’d say thongs, but I don’t want to confuse people and I really don’t want to go there with this chicken.)
Saturday is the big Rose Festival Grand Floral Parade so we all know what that means, rain. Not sure the chicken will show if it doesn’t like to get wet. But I’m intent on getting an interview.
When writing fiction, the author always needs to know the back story of each character. Where do they come from? What happened to them to make them do what they do now? What is their biggest goal? Worst fear? In my fiction books I’m writing, there are quirky animals too. Of course. And like their human counterparts, they all have back stories which explain their motivations.
In “real” life and fiction, everybody’s story is important. We all matter. Our stories matter. What better life long pursuit than to fight for our own happy endings?
How do we do that? We find out each other’s back story. Don’t judge a book by its cover or a chicken by its violin.
Every chicken has a back story!
by Kimberly A. Cook
What could go wrong? The folks at the Oregon Zoo have been taking the kids for walks, goat kids, to get their exercise. One recent foray was to see the porcupine. The kids were very impressed. Stopped stock still for once.
The baby goat is Ruth, named for Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and is definitely the more adventuresome of the pair, following in the footsteps of her namesake. Sonia is getting used to her long legs for rock climbing.
Have a great safe weekend and Happy Quirky Friday!
by Kimberly A. Cook
Its been a weird week. Since I’m not watching the news, can’t blame it on that. Mother Nature is acting up all over the place, but it seems odder, like dragons are waiting in the wings. Or I need more chocolate. Or both.
Saturday morning decided to wander over to the Farmer’s Market to get some asparagus. On my way down the sidewalk an apparition appeared at the market driveway. An adult-sized chicken was playing the violin. Doing a rather nice job of it too.
Of course, the one time I didn’t have a camera on me. We’ll see if he/she shows up Saturday. I’ll be poultry paparazzi. Maybe it was the holiday weekend nutties.
Did bag the asparagus and bonus strawberries, their first appearance. Go fruit!
Decided to work like a maniac on the house and yard on Saturday and Sunday, not sure why. Then went out for lunch with family on Memorial Day. Filled up on pasta and bread sticks and that shot the rest of the day. Carb overload.
Tuesday I ventured out for an appointment and to run errands. In quick succession this is what happened; someone cancelled my appointment – not me – so they worked me in. Driving to the store some brat threw mud or something at my car and a shopping cart had attacked Subie when I came out of the store. I drove home and my driveway was blocked by the roofer’s trucks.
All minor things, but I was pretty sure I needed to hide under the bed. Went into my home office and found Spec Ops Cat sleeping on his face. Obviously, the cat had the best idea all along.
I did watch the Las Vegas Golden Knights kick butt on Monday night at the Stanley Cup playoffs, so all ended well. We will not talk about last night’s game. Ate way too many “Goobers” trying to help the team score. They look like pucks! Kinda. (Dollar Tree store. One dollar a box.)
All of this is probably a way to admit I’m procrastinating working on my big tech project; moving and consolidating the web site and blog and redesigning it all. I’ve even been writing to avoid doing it.
If the blog suddenly goes missing, don’t blame me; it’s the dragons.
To quote the plaque on my desk;
“I have flying monkeys and I’m not afraid to use them!”
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