<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183</id><updated>2011-09-06T14:29:51.091-04:00</updated><category term='Law of Attraction'/><category term='The Secret'/><title type='text'>Adirondack Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Caution: 
Life in the wilderness may cause you to think!
I welcome all wilderness ramblings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-3118477188106599582</id><published>2010-05-24T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:55:20.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the NC</title><content type='html'>Why is it that natives always find their way back to the North Country?&amp;nbsp; The summers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-3118477188106599582?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3118477188106599582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=3118477188106599582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3118477188106599582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3118477188106599582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-nc.html' title='Back to the NC'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-8393586544135364561</id><published>2010-02-01T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:55:53.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herb</title><content type='html'>Herb was a man who had lived many years&lt;br /&gt;He had laughed many laughs but cried even more tears&lt;br /&gt;Only he knew the sights he had seen and he kept them locked tight in his mind&lt;br /&gt;He’d met many people along the way and had yet to find anyone kind&lt;br /&gt;Until one day in the month of May when a warm air blew in from the west&lt;br /&gt;‘Ol Herb you see didn’t know it but he was in for a test&lt;br /&gt;In a dream, a man appeared at his door, dressed quite ragged and seemingly poor&lt;br /&gt;He said I’ve come a long way and  lost track of the day but decided to take this detour&lt;br /&gt;My friend is looking for me, and it is very necessary that he knows I am here and I hold him dear to my heart and always will, He’s feeling alone and abandoned, he’s got an emptiness to fill.&lt;br /&gt;Herb didn’t know what to do but he knew who was at his door&lt;br /&gt;A man he had heard about in church, a man whom God had adored&lt;br /&gt;It was God’s son in the flesh you see , who had appeared to Herb in his dream&lt;br /&gt;It was Jesus Christ almighty the holder of love supreme&lt;br /&gt;Herb awoke with a smile on his face a feeling of happiness was set deep in place&lt;br /&gt;Memories of his tears, his worries and his fears were all but a blink of a eye&lt;br /&gt;He realized life had always been wonderful it’s just took his best friend stopping by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website inspired me to write the above poem.  &lt;a href="http://www.ageless-sages.com/"&gt;www.Ageless-Sages.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-8393586544135364561?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8393586544135364561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=8393586544135364561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8393586544135364561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8393586544135364561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/herb.html' title='Herb'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-8009155968926198299</id><published>2008-04-06T18:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:24:46.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cross Scam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, who knew that humanity could sink so low... A friend of mine just recently received a phone call from some woman claiming she was from the red cross and my friends son had been injured in Iraq.  The unidentified woman asked my friend to confirm personal information about her son. Turns out it was all a scam.  It's horrible!  She went through hell thinking her son had been seriously injured. She hadn't heard from him in a month as it was and then to receive a call like that!   It was confirmed by her son's unit that he was safe and sound thank God.  The people doing this need to be severely punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read what th Red Cross has to say about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/pressrelease/0,1077,0_314_6732,00.html"&gt;http://www.redcross.org/pressrelease/0,1077,0_314_6732,00.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-8009155968926198299?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8009155968926198299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=8009155968926198299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8009155968926198299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8009155968926198299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/red-cross-scam.html' title='Red Cross Scam'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-3598978921787677773</id><published>2008-03-11T15:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:02:09.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Stories</title><content type='html'>Well since I've been housebound from all this snow it's getting to my brain.  I hear strange noises and freak out.  This was my grandfathers house and he passed away almost two years ago now.  I have to wonder if he is still here watching over.  It doesn't help that I am now watching the discovery channel and ghost stories are on.  I think though this place is peaceful overall.  When I was younger, I was convinced the house I lived in was haunted.  The lights went out in my bedroom once and there was no one there to turn them off, the breaker had not been triggered, my radio had stayed on, it was weird.  Other things happened that were unexplained.  We had a drawer in our bathroom that always had hairbrushes, fingernail clippers, hair ties and stuff like that just thrown in it.  At night I would hear someone rustling through it.  Sometimes we would find pieces of costume jewelry in the drawer that we had never seen before.  I love that book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haunted Northern New York&lt;/span&gt;, it has a few places near by and it's just interesting history.  Just before Christmas I went to clairvoyant who was doing a group reading.  I went with my aunt and she was picked as having two spirits around her.  It was pretty accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-3598978921787677773?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3598978921787677773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=3598978921787677773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3598978921787677773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3598978921787677773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghost-stories.html' title='Ghost Stories'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-6414969028656339294</id><published>2007-12-01T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:15:22.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older</title><content type='html'>Not that I am any authority on what it is like to be considered "elderly" but I do know that our culture needs to show more respect for the older and wiser.  We have so much knowledge to gain from their experiences and more times than not, it seems we let that knowledge pass us by.  My grandmother is in a nursing home and she has Alzheimer's.  I know she is not the same person I remember her as and it's hard to deal with that.  I have learned though that she is a new person who still needs love and support.  I bring my infant son to the nursing home to see her and she along with all of the residents perks up at the sight of him.  It's amazing to see the transformation that takes place when people decide to share love, and take a little time to talk to these people.  One very important thing to do with an elderly loved one is to read to them!  I think it is sooo important, and talk about perking up!  Finally there is a publishing company that is specializing in books and stories for the elderly.  It's about time.  I'm going to be mentioning them a lot because this is a very great thing!  &lt;a href="http://www.Ageless-Sages.com"&gt;Ageless-Sages&lt;/a&gt; is the name.  They have just started up and have their first publication coming out soon.  Click the link above to see what I'm talking about.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-6414969028656339294?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6414969028656339294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=6414969028656339294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/6414969028656339294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/6414969028656339294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-older.html' title='Getting older'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-6410359783138073314</id><published>2007-10-31T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:25:00.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dew dripped down the cold yellow leaf and into the mud on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;a squirrel scurried under a safe warm rock without making a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;my breath can be seen and my hands cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;they are covered by mittens with holes in the tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and my feet sink into the mud on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and my boots are now dirty and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm walking the distance from out here to in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and I'll go home thinking about getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-6410359783138073314?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6410359783138073314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=6410359783138073314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/6410359783138073314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/6410359783138073314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-there.html' title='In there'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-5576710359083245524</id><published>2007-10-31T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:06:10.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Dwellers</title><content type='html'>It's now October and a warm one overall.  There is more talk of a mountain lion in this part of St. Lawrence county and my husband has seen a big bobcat and not to many deer yet.  Is there something or things in the woods?  Are there fewer deer this year because of it?  I dunno.  What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-5576710359083245524?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5576710359083245524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=5576710359083245524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/5576710359083245524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/5576710359083245524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-coming.html' title='Forest Dwellers'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-2828104729003995024</id><published>2007-07-09T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:05:22.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Not much rain this summer... I wonder if it will take until mid January to snow again like it did this past winter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-2828104729003995024?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2828104729003995024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=2828104729003995024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/2828104729003995024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/2828104729003995024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-just-read-my-last-post-and-its-full.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-8372854409020861588</id><published>2007-03-20T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:24:33.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am in desperate need of financial help.  The problem is, in this neck of the woods, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is in need of financial help.  Our combined income is too much to receive any services, but our debts are too high to obtain a loan or mortgage.  What do we do?  Not to mention, Iraq Veteran status means nothing.  It's disgraceful.  No help for those who work their asses off.  Declaring bankruptcy is looking more like the option but there has got to be another way.  We moved up here three years ago hoping to build a house on the land we bought.  The land was raw though, and remains that way to this day.  We work day in and day out just to get by.  It's no kind of life.  We've also got a baby on the way in June, and a looming eviction from my grandmothers house which we've been living in virtually rent free to get caught up on things but now, grandma is in a nursing home and the state will be involved soon.  We can't buy the house through a first time home buyers program or a low income housing program because 1. Either our income is over the bracket or 2. Our debts are too high as I mentioned in the beginning.  I don't suggest any young couples ever relocate to the North Country.  It's rare that anyone succeeds up here.  You've got to have quite a lot of money saved in order to survive.  This area has chewed us up and spit us out.   Canada isn't too far away... I'll try to be positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-8372854409020861588?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8372854409020861588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=8372854409020861588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8372854409020861588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/8372854409020861588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-needed.html' title='Help Needed'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113958944637771351</id><published>2007-02-12T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:19:58.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush</title><content type='html'>The wind hushed through the tall pale grass and I felt at once I was free&lt;br /&gt;The wind hushed through the wings of a crow curoius to watch me&lt;br /&gt;The blue ice and snow were frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;And time was frozen still too&lt;br /&gt;Tufts of field straw poked up through the snow and the glitter of snow stuck like glue&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be waiting for something, that something seemed ever so near&lt;br /&gt;It was there but gone in the blink of an eye, the white flash from the tail of a deer.&lt;br /&gt;So hushed was the wind from it's chore to announce&lt;br /&gt;that the message was almost not heard&lt;br /&gt;But it did not escape these cold ears on that day&lt;br /&gt;I listened and breathed it all in.&lt;br /&gt;The crow was then not so curious&lt;br /&gt;For the line between us became thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fist posted 4/21/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113958944637771351?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113958944637771351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113958944637771351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113958944637771351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113958944637771351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/hush.html' title='Hush'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-3829143997131153850</id><published>2007-02-12T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:00:14.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, my aunt had me watch a DVD called the Secret.  It wasn't a movie, it was basically an informative "self-help" kind of segment on the law of attraction.  The law of attraction states that like attracts like and that principle can be applied to how you want your life to be.  Dwelling on what you don't have is only a recipe for disaster.  That's why some peple just seem to have a black cloud over thier heads.  I am in a position in my life that needs changing.  I will try this view/philosophy if it will change my mind set.  I will post more as I gain more.  The cast of "The Secret" was just on Oprah last week.  Anyone out there have positive stories on changing life circumstances for the better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-3829143997131153850?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3829143997131153850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=3829143997131153850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3829143997131153850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/3829143997131153850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/law-of-attraction.html' title='Law of Attraction'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116610120230668638</id><published>2006-12-14T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:07:22.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>political</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok, I revamped this blog about a year ago to reflect peaceful North Country living.  Prior to that I was expressing my political views with a vengeance.  It got so depressing hashing out the vivid truth of our corrupt government and borderline evil President that I resorted to a calmer state of blog.  This morning though I was watching the news; you know about the Dem. Senator in the hospital with "stroke like" symptoms.  It wasn't too much a big deal until the report mentioned his death could mean the appointment of a Republican Senator which could shift the balance of power in the Senate.  It's just a little sketchy to me.  It could be my over active imagination, I dunno.  I promise I won't go on.  It's too depressing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116610120230668638?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116610120230668638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116610120230668638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116610120230668638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116610120230668638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/political.html' title='political'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116569570756342605</id><published>2006-12-09T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:56:30.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old McCay Chest Freezer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have an old commercial McCray freezer in our house. It's huge, I'm not sure of the dimensions at this point but I will have a picture posted soon. We want to sell it, just to get it out of the way. It belonged to my grandfather who ran a bar/pizza shop. I've been looking online to see what an approximate price would be, but I can't find much info. If anyone knows about these types of freezers could you please point me in the right direction?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116569570756342605?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116569570756342605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116569570756342605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116569570756342605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116569570756342605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-mccay-chest-freezer.html' title='Old McCay Chest Freezer'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116559728902838891</id><published>2006-12-08T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:02:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Mobiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, our strange neighbor across our street was out on his snow mobile until 11:30 last night. I could not sleep. He was driving it up and down the main street (which faces our bedroom window) reving the engine, and just being all out rude. It's one thing if there is a trail near your house, at least you know the snow mobiles will pass on by. This guy was racing back and forth on Main street all night long. He was like a renegade snow mobiler terrorizing the town. What's that all about?! Ugh, I'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116559728902838891?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116559728902838891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116559728902838891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116559728902838891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116559728902838891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow-mobiles.html' title='Snow Mobiles'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116526513543935584</id><published>2006-12-04T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:45:35.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I just love cutting down my own Christmas tree.  There's something victorious about tromping through the snow and chosing the perfect tree from the wilderness that it grew from.  Being as though we are not in short supply of evergreens in this area, I don't feel so guilty about cutting them down for selfish, make me feel warm inside beacuse it's Christmas, reasons.  I have planted some from the Arbor Day Foundations though, just to keep the balance.  Does it help?  I don't know.   Happy tree hunting!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's is a tree farm in Kendrew Corners on 812 towards Heuvelton/Ogdensburg that lets you cut your own tree and they serve you warm cider!  Went there last year with a friend and we found a great tree. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116526513543935584?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116526513543935584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116526513543935584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116526513543935584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116526513543935584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-trees.html' title='Christmas trees'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116420609233972502</id><published>2006-11-22T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:34:52.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkducken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just read about this new turkducken thing.  It's a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken.  Interesting.  Scan the internet, you'll see for yourself.  Anyone tried one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116420609233972502?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116420609233972502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116420609233972502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116420609233972502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116420609233972502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkducken.html' title='Turkducken?'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114713230253692452</id><published>2006-11-18T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:32:51.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1844 House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great restaurant: The 1844 house in Potsdam. All meat is bought from local farmers. They use local veggies when they are in season too. Bread is from the Carriage House Bakery. I'm very excited about it. It's about time. We need to be more responsible with the food we eat. I also know for a fact that the food is mouth watering good. The money stays within the community. It's great! Let me know if you try it out. I like to promote places like that. Click the link. &lt;a href="http://www.1844house.com/"&gt;http://www.1844house.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;originally posted 5/16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114713230253692452?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114713230253692452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114713230253692452' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114713230253692452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114713230253692452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/1844-house.html' title='1844 House'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116239616669060203</id><published>2006-11-01T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:05:11.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Old DeKalb, my brother-in-law claims he encountered a cougar.  (Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma- all the same animal) He said he heard his dog barking at about 5:30 a.m. and he went out to investigate.  He then heard a loud growling sound, that sounded like a cougar.  He shined a flashlight around the property and said he saw the animal in a tree.  This was the begining of October and some leaves were still on the tree.  He said he didn't get a good look at it but his dog (a Shephard Husky mix) put her tail between her legs and stayed right by his side.  He saw a tan body of a big cat and white on it's face. He had his gun with him and he went to load it but when he put the flashlight down, the creature jumped out of the tree and ran off.   The year before, the neighbor called and said he saw what looked to be a big cat up on their hill.  Are there mountain lions around here?  The DEC website says not likely but there is a small chance.  My brother in-law is convinced.  I have heard other stories too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116239616669060203?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116239616669060203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116239616669060203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116239616669060203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116239616669060203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/cougar.html' title='Cougar'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116188171222140075</id><published>2006-10-26T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:55:12.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sound of the Trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay. My feet tug at the floor And my head sways to my shoulder Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.   -Robert Frost-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116188171222140075?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116188171222140075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116188171222140075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116188171222140075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116188171222140075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/10/robert-frost.html' title='Robert Frost'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116188102345436297</id><published>2006-10-26T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:44:45.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose everywhere</title><content type='html'>I can't remember a time when there were this many moose sightings in St. Lawrence County. I would love to see one up close. Heck , Id like to see one far away too. I've only ever seen a moose in pictures. Sad isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116188102345436297?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116188102345436297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116188102345436297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116188102345436297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116188102345436297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/10/moose-everywhere.html' title='Moose everywhere'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-116079327494185571</id><published>2006-10-13T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:34:34.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some times</title><content type='html'>Those were some times we had under wispering willows&lt;br /&gt;some times I think back to those days&lt;br /&gt;I layed my head dreaming on leaf pile pillows&lt;br /&gt;I wished for my life to stay paused that way&lt;br /&gt;It's harder now  to trust as easily as I did&lt;br /&gt;Things as so simple living life as a kid&lt;br /&gt;the willows are still there and always will be&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch them sway&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think back to when we played under those trees&lt;br /&gt;and wish that my life had stayed paused that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-116079327494185571?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116079327494185571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=116079327494185571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116079327494185571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/116079327494185571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-times.html' title='Some times'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114132251691639317</id><published>2006-09-11T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:14:07.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible thumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've just started to read the bible a little bit. No reason other than boredom, but it's worth a look. I suppose you can't argue religion without knowing the source. So I started with your standard Christian bible, nothing extreme...except the stories. Ok, Genesis is always a heated debate and frankly it is a beautiful uncomplicated sugar-coated story about the origins of man. Done. Then I skipped to Job. It's scary. It's about this guy Job who is the happiest, most faithful man on the planet. He love God, God loves him and everything is rosey. Then one day Satan approaches God and says "Does Job fear God for nothing?" Satan then makes a wager with God that Job will not be so happy and faithfull if everything is taken away from him. God, without much of a fight I might add, hands Job's life over to Satan with the understanding that Job himself must not be harmed. Oh, but Satan &lt;em&gt;kills&lt;/em&gt; Job's children, livestock, and destroys his house and land. God... completely ok with it. Job... not so much. He gets pissed at God and self detructs out in the desert and his friends try to cheer him up but they can't. But, In the end Job gets new children, land, livestock, and a house and he and God have a good laugh and they're on good terms again. Did I miss something? This is what the bible has in it? This is what Christianity is based on? Since when is God a gambling buddy of Satans? I think I've been sheltered from this stuff. I guess Good &amp; Bad isn't so black and white after all. I need explanations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;originally posted 1/29/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114132251691639317?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114132251691639317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114132251691639317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114132251691639317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114132251691639317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/09/bible-thumping.html' title='Bible thumping'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113683181793265053</id><published>2006-08-30T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:48:33.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>He told me many things but showed me more than he knew.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity was intended many a time he told.&lt;br /&gt;Watching made me wonder only after he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering caused me uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him to tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me how to listen for untruths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fist published 1/9/06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113683181793265053?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113683181793265053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113683181793265053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113683181793265053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113683181793265053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-115722614448720368</id><published>2006-08-25T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:49:16.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad winter good winter?</title><content type='html'>How's it gonna be. I keep hearing different predictions. Most are saying the winter will be hard this year though. I'm inclined to believe it. The hunting season should be a good predictor. People are getting prepared now, they know the north country can be brutal. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-115722614448720368?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115722614448720368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=115722614448720368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115722614448720368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115722614448720368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-winter-good-winter.html' title='Bad winter good winter?'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-115591177302978779</id><published>2006-08-18T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:36:13.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My tomatoes still have not rippened!  Everyone around me has fat juicy red tomatoes and I still have green ones.  I'm hope to be seeing red very soon.  I had the sweetest corn I have ever tasted last night.  My mother had bought it from a stand somewhere near Pyrites I think.  I'll have to confirm that and post the actual location of the stand so others can discover this amazing corn.  It tasted like someone had sprinkled sugar all over it.  It's true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-115591177302978779?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115591177302978779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=115591177302978779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115591177302978779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115591177302978779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/tomatoes.html' title='Tomatoes'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-115591197376037546</id><published>2006-08-10T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:35:24.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Looking for  DJ?  These guys are awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://DJVelker.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://DJVelker.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-115591197376037546?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115591197376037546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=115591197376037546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115591197376037546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115591197376037546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/dj-services.html' title='DJ Services'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-115178793795709273</id><published>2006-07-01T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:05:37.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Debt Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a "get out of debt free" card.  I can't believe the setbacks we have had financially .  I'm not one of those people who max out credit cards on frivolous things.  I am even a pretty good book keeper and accountant.  I know there are many others in the same boat.  There has got to be a network of caring people who donate what they can to a general fund for those in need to access.  Once I got on my feet I would most definately contribute a large sum back into the fund.  If anyone out there knows of a system like this, let me know.  This working 40 + hours a week is not cutting it.  I work very hard and I have only ever taken a day off for two funerals and an occasional clean house day.  Where are we getting?  The economy is getting worse.  Cost of living is going up and the pay rates are still the same.  We don't have debt collectors calling us yet but who knows how long we can keepp our heads above water.  I'd say we're are about chest deep in debt.  As soon as we get it down a decent amount, something else hapens.  I need a solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-115178793795709273?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115178793795709273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=115178793795709273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115178793795709273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115178793795709273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/debt-angels.html' title='Debt Angels'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-115126211957363547</id><published>2006-06-25T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:01:59.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't written</title><content type='html'>Haven't written in a while.  Great weather tends to do that to a person.  PLease enjoy the blog.  More entries to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-115126211957363547?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115126211957363547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=115126211957363547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115126211957363547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/115126211957363547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/havent-written.html' title='Haven&apos;t written'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114857843899700532</id><published>2006-05-25T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:46:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind every powerful man is a strong woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userpages.aug.com/captbarb/images/wrp9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="225" alt="" src="http://userpages.aug.com/captbarb/images/wrp9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok, I have a theory that the reason we (The U.S) were so successful (or so the story goes) in WWII, is because of the great PR work. Posters were every where recruiting everyday people and especially stay at home women to pick up the cause. It's a pyscological thing when you see a poster of a strong woman holding down the fort. The men fighting probably felt secure, in a way, that things were b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wmaxwell/17-0794t.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="199" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/wmaxwell/17-0794t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;eing taken care of at home. I think in this war and much more so in Vietnam, the soldiers feel seperate from the rest of the population. We do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;not want to islolate our fighting force. It makes them either feel inferior or superior. I think a strong woman in the military could even appreciate seeing civilian women supporting the cause. Suberbia is run by cunning, smart women who can network like crazy. Someone knew that during WWII and used that to our atvantadge. Now, the only glorification of these women is Desperate Housewives. It's such a waste of a valuable resource... our citizens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114857843899700532?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114857843899700532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114857843899700532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114857843899700532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114857843899700532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/behind-every-powerful-man-is-strong.html' title='Behind every powerful man is a strong woman'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114866241199680277</id><published>2006-05-24T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:54:47.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this joke. I borrowed it from a blog called Walt's mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A teacher told her young class to ask their parents for a family story with a moral at the end of it, and to return the next day to tell their stories.In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example first, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump in the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the eggs broke.The moral of the story is not to put all your eggs in one basket..""Very good," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mary said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got ten chicks.The moral of this story is not to count your chickens before they're hatched..""Very good," said the teacher again, very pleased with the response so far.&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Barney's turn to tell his story: "My dad told me this story about my Aunt Karen.... Aunt Karen was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got hit.She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete.""Go on," said the teacher, intrigued."Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle of a hundred enemy soldiers.She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets.Then she killed twenty more with the machete till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.""Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What did your father say was the moral of that frightening story?"&lt;strong&gt;"Stay away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114866241199680277?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114866241199680277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114866241199680277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114866241199680277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114866241199680277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-this-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114857137477127717</id><published>2006-05-23T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:51:20.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We need a revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What ever happened to the free thinking society of the 60's and 70's. Yeah, drugs were a factor but seriously you would think that some of that revolutionary idea of love and peace would have worn off on following generations. Is it just that the cause is being carried on quietly? &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Hicks should be President.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone see the movie American Dreamz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114857137477127717?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114857137477127717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114857137477127717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114857137477127717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114857137477127717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-need-revolution.html' title='We need a revolution'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114425430830627732</id><published>2006-04-05T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:25:08.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>View Tax?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just recently returned from a trip to New Hampshire and a friend of mine there was telling me about a proposed view tax in her area.  It left me wondering how soon that trend will be here.  It's essentially a tax based on the type of view that can be seen from your property.  My friend was obviously outraged and so am I.  Who approves these things?  Just because your town is small and boring doesn't mean you shouldn't attend town meetings.  Look what happens when no one is there to dispute new laws and ordinances. It's just like the Wal-Mart issue.  Any comments are gladly welcomed on these two issues.  I think this beautiful area has a lot to lose if we don't start paying attention.  We don't want to become New Hampshire (the live free or die state... ha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114425430830627732?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114425430830627732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114425430830627732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114425430830627732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114425430830627732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/view-tax.html' title='View Tax?'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113804449000095292</id><published>2006-03-30T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:26:23.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As rustic and natural as Northern NY can be, there apparently seems to be room for Wal-Mart amidst the pine trees. Employment is a major issue way up here. Yes this is NY, but no we are not living off city wages and minimum wage+ Wal-Mart is awfully enticing to many around here. What's a back woods town to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113804449000095292?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113804449000095292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113804449000095292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113804449000095292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113804449000095292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/wal-mart-invasion.html' title='Wal-Mart Invasion'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114235962691229809</id><published>2006-03-14T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:07:47.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Herbal Apocathary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at the links! The Herbal Apocathary now up and running. I would appreciate your input on that blog as well. Now is the perfect time for harvesting wild roots and vegetables. Find out more about scrumptious fiddle head ferns. Click on Herbal Apocathary in the links. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114235962691229809?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114235962691229809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114235962691229809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114235962691229809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114235962691229809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/herbal-apocathary.html' title='The Herbal Apocathary'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114235799396889813</id><published>2006-03-14T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:52:27.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember a time when the wind was unchanging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Predictable, it came from the east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately the wind has been lacking in power and at times it has even ceased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not saying that things will be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not saying that we will be safe at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The warm wind now blows cold in the middle of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and I keep my jacket on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little sun through the clouds may be what it takes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to keep us from wandering and to stay in place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114235799396889813?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114235799396889813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114235799396889813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114235799396889813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114235799396889813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/gypsy-wind.html' title='Gypsy Wind'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114253126702001593</id><published>2006-03-13T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:53:29.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiptoe ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tiptoe ballet was performed on the decrepit, rusty, won over by nature rooftop of a stage at dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The symphony played the beautiful classics dripping with harmonious melody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, the cold carried the notes of sorrow-filled raindrops to dance their dance in the early-spring air and to make the metronome notes even crisper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapping shoes soon replaced the ballet slippers; tapping in time, rattling the rooftop in a tin based tune consisting slightly of jazz tainted blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what is a piece without a grand finale? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thunderous base roars over the sky emphasized by a light show that would provoke power in even the meekest of souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking from beneath the stage, one can only see the rain draped off the balcony where the audience had poured into like a stream given vent. And the music played on until the sweet ballads subdued in somberness were lulled to an extended drop of a note in G Clef.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114253126702001593?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114253126702001593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114253126702001593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114253126702001593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114253126702001593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiptoe-ballet.html' title='The tiptoe ballet'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114080527715838814</id><published>2006-02-24T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:22:28.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~`~`&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bend and you will be whole&lt;br /&gt;Curl and you will be straight&lt;br /&gt;Keep empty and you will be filled&lt;br /&gt;Grow old and you will be renewed&lt;br /&gt;Have little and you will gain&lt;br /&gt;Have much and you will be confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Chinese Proverb-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114080527715838814?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114080527715838814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114080527715838814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114080527715838814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114080527715838814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='~`~`&gt;'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114117307695377504</id><published>2006-02-23T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:44:12.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to be there</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping there is someone else out there who will get this hillarious situation: An Amish man who we know came to our mother-in-law's house where it is just crazy with commotion. Anyway, the man had never seen T.V before and wouldn't you know it; The Oscar-Worthy (lol) Sci-Fi Horror flick Army of Darkness was on. If you have ever seen Army or Darkenss you would see the humor. Give me some sugar baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114117307695377504?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114117307695377504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114117307695377504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114117307695377504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114117307695377504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-to-be-there.html' title='Had to be there'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-114106658409243835</id><published>2006-01-25T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:15:38.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetition</title><content type='html'>It is in this feeble state of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;that an unconscious mind arose.&lt;br /&gt;It grew in the somberness of teardrops,&lt;br /&gt;It grew like a hunger grows.&lt;br /&gt;The salt bit my lip so un-caring.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts writhed over in pain.&lt;br /&gt;The flooded remorse almost daring,&lt;br /&gt;to dig up the already slain&lt;br /&gt;and it happend again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-114106658409243835?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114106658409243835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=114106658409243835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114106658409243835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/114106658409243835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/repetition.html' title='Repetition'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113804152139064073</id><published>2006-01-23T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:39:23.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurl</title><content type='html'>A girl sits alone on the curb in a pink sequined top&lt;br /&gt;smoking a cigarette and holding flip flops&lt;br /&gt;the night before she was queen in a world of misfits&lt;br /&gt;something she'd looked forward to all that day:&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and grinding her way to the center of the floor&lt;br /&gt;she had attention but she wanted much more&lt;br /&gt;fake smiles and drinks filled the void for the time&lt;br /&gt;submerging her sorrows in sparkle and shine.&lt;br /&gt;girl life is too heavy for your light hearted games&lt;br /&gt;you can't live your life this way day after day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113812746585706566</id><published>2006-01-20T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:31:05.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Webs and Lollipops</title><content type='html'>Spider webs glistened in the sun&lt;br /&gt;No one saw them but me.&lt;br /&gt;The birds were singing&lt;br /&gt;No one heard them but me&lt;br /&gt;The sun was sweet but the air was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;No one tasted the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113812746585706566?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113812746585706566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Under the rotten, soggy and green wooden plank laid a dirty key. The key I knew well. It was like an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. I rubbed its muddy surface between my fingers and little balls of rich dirt fell to the ground. The feel of the cold metal from the key and the thick fog that hung in the air made me hungry and even more excited. I looked off in the distance wide eyed, trying to focus in on the old house that the key belonged to. The organic smell of forgotten land hauntingly made its way to my nose and I shut my eyes for a moment remembering the last time I was here. I was sad for a fleeting second but then curiosity and the quest for understanding took me over. There was no turning back...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;20 years ago:&lt;/em&gt;  A young Indian (Native American) girl was running through a large corn feild when I arrived at my new foster home. Her hair was long, dark and wild. She looked about 10 years old. I didn't see the little boy at first but he was trailing behind her whining that she was going too fast. She stopped short and hugged a giant corn stalk with her right arm as if it were her best friend’s shoulders. She starred at me with her dirty face; her chest heaving and her mouth open a little, trying to catch her breath. The little boy, who I figured was her brother, stood behind her and tugged at her faded and stained tweety bird t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I turned and looked out the opposite window in the back seat of my counselors Chevy Cavelier.  As the right side of the car faced the corn field and the house, the left side faced a large empty meadow with an old rusty swing set in the center. At the far edge of the meadow was a row of huge willow trees standing somberly at guard.  It was a hazy, warm and silent day.  The clouds hung so low in the sky that they seemed to muffle all of the daily sounds of the world. A crow cawed from somewhere in the distance and I noticed the screen door to the house open up to welcome my counselor.  The house was plain. It was a faded white farmhouse that faced out towards the open meadow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113709149542276389?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113709149542276389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113709149542276389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113709149542276389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113709149542276389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113683239619656581</id><published>2006-01-09T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:13:31.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>I once talked to an old woman&lt;br /&gt;She was offering advice&lt;br /&gt;when I asked her about love she said&lt;br /&gt;"listen well, I'll tell you twice"&lt;br /&gt;Love is a warm breeze of freedom&lt;br /&gt;it's a painful yet effortless dance&lt;br /&gt;Love is a game you don't know that you're playing&lt;br /&gt;it's an intuitively strong alliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I questioned, she nodded&lt;br /&gt;said "you'll know love you won't have to be prodded.&lt;br /&gt;I told you this first and I'll tell you this last&lt;br /&gt;this thing you call love has got a long past.&lt;br /&gt;You won't hear this last but from me you heard it first&lt;br /&gt;Love is the water that quenches your thirst.&lt;br /&gt;and it plays with the curls on the back of your neck&lt;br /&gt;it's the knowing queen of hearts at the top of the deck&lt;br /&gt;only you can posses it in it's purest form&lt;br /&gt;but what is a rose without it's thorns?&lt;br /&gt;remember thorns can cut, love is meant to pierce the skin&lt;br /&gt;so don't love too sharply or try to take a hold&lt;br /&gt;of a soul that's only yours because thats what you've been told&lt;br /&gt;You've got to feel it in you, and feed it, and see it grow&lt;br /&gt;a boat will not glide through the water unless there's someone who will row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113683239619656581?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113683239619656581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113683239619656581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113683239619656581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113683239619656581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113804585911630230</id><published>2006-01-06T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:58:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip is Queen here</title><content type='html'>I love small towns simply for the stories that are generated. Example: We own a wood lot up the road from where we are living. Last summer my husband drove by one day and noticed an umbrella under a large tree by the side of the road. He then noticed a pair of shoes coming out from underneith the umbrella and realized a man was connected to the shoes. He stopped on the side of the road and yelled out to the man to see if he was ok. The man sleepily awoke and told him (in a foreign accent) that he had been walking a long distance and was tired so he fell asleep under the big oak tree because it had a lot of shade. My husband noticed the man had a large black bag and felt a little strange about the situation. We are in the middle of nowhere and for this man to be sleeping under our tree was odd to say the least. Also, my husband is a former Marine who served in Iraq so his paranoia is a lot higher than most. He went to our neighbor's house and they decided to call the Sheriff just to be on the safe side. The Sheriff came, checked the guy out and actually gave him a ride to where ever he was going. He had an Italian passport and was presumably harmless. We told only our family members about the situation because it wasn't a big deal; it was just out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later:&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me and asked me why I hadn't told her what happened. "What do you mean?" I asked. She explained to me how her husband had been in the grocery store and a woman he knew asked him if he heard anything about the strange Middle Eastern man with a black bag who had been arrested for snooping around on our property! I couldn't contain my laughter. The most bizarre part of the whole ordeal was how this woman in the store had even heard about it in the first place! -----&gt;Gossip is Queen here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113804585911630230?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113804585911630230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113804585911630230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113804585911630230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113804585911630230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/gossip-is-queen-here.html' title='Gossip is Queen here'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20597183.post-113651182698638509</id><published>2006-01-05T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:55:54.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>The Moon dipped it's tail in black inky sea and it floated on top of the waves&lt;br /&gt;It wanted to dive to the bottom but decided instead to behave&lt;br /&gt;So only at night when the water is just right will the moon voluntarily sink&lt;br /&gt;Down to the depths of the shell crusted floor&lt;br /&gt;To light up the ocean from bottom to shore&lt;br /&gt;And then in the light of the water at night&lt;br /&gt;The sky will be black as black as ink&lt;br /&gt;Then only at night when the sky is just right will the moon voluntarily sink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20597183-113651182698638509?l=adirondackmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113651182698638509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20597183&amp;postID=113651182698638509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113651182698638509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20597183/posts/default/113651182698638509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adirondackmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>Greaneyedgemini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/40/75693626_f36b525a62_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
