<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:33:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>BlueHeron at druid labs</title><description>They call me &lt;em&gt;The Universe&lt;/em&gt; but really, I'm not that big.</description><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>803</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-3395521041269018509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T01:10:40.918-07:00</atom:updated><title>not an ordinary weekend</title><atom:summary type='text'>I was asked to come to LA this past weekend to perform a wedding for some wonderful friends. They had chosen a beautiful spot overlooking the Pacific - the first place that he had ever taken her when she first visited him in California all the way from Kentucky. The beauty of the setting, with the breathtaking scenery and dramatic sunset, was completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the bride and </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/06/not-ordinary-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2165493781256024593</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T16:55:00.367-07:00</atom:updated><title>oops I did it again</title><atom:summary type='text'>Cut my left hand New Joy Sea salute finger. Badly. Note to self: do not use sharp knife to open recalcitrant pistachio. Ever. Again.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/06/oops-i-did-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-5639435890550222160</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-13T15:14:01.606-07:00</atom:updated><title>orange-colored moroccan salad</title><atom:summary type='text'>I got this recipe years ago from Carlene. It's sweet and tart, and really refreshing. Perhaps I've posted it before, but dammit it's summertime and you need to enjoy this now.Ingredients:3 oranges1 cantaloupe2 cups shaved and shredded carrotsolive oilBalsamic vinegar1 lemon or lemon juiceDijon mustardfresh-ground black pepperfresh mint leaves (optional)Instructions:Peel oranges, separate, and cut</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/06/orange-colored-moroccan-salad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-9158487537174531802</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T10:18:39.891-07:00</atom:updated><title>milld anxiety</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm not often awake when hobbitt's not feeling well late into the night. He's coming down with another cold, and his cough has been percussive for days. He hasn't called the doctor.Tonight he's restless and can't sleep. I've chosen, for the time being, to sit up with him. He's sitting at his desk, with his head resting back on his chair, and scraping his foot back and forth on the hardwood floor.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/06/milld-anxiety.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2032513565937830974</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T21:02:41.683-07:00</atom:updated><title>a gentle surf</title><atom:summary type='text'>The house we had (of the two) was Saturday to Saturday. We had to move out today, into this second house (Sunday to Sunday) and then move out again to go home tomorrow. It's a small sacrifice, I suppose, though I couldn't say of what.What was sixteen is now down to seven. Regardless of our vows to finish off the liquor (like that could happen, since none of us drinks to excess - honest!) or the </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/gentle-surf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-8809336274181091334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T20:50:15.851-07:00</atom:updated><title>obx</title><atom:summary type='text'>The wind has been blowing from the southeast all day, and tonight it shrieks through the window screens dryly. The clouds have begun to move across the face of the waxing crescent moon. We find ourselves in Avon, NC, on the Outer Banks. There is nothing to see to the northwest, on the mainland, across Pamlico Sound. It's simply too far. We're way out in the Atlantic. This is the ocean I know. </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/obx.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-5466077510083951994</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T20:29:10.935-07:00</atom:updated><title>our kites</title><atom:summary type='text'>the kites of druid labs from Cathy Carroll on Vimeo.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/our-kites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-4431066191127873898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T13:42:43.980-07:00</atom:updated><title>too much sunshine</title><atom:summary type='text'>It was a long day of sorting through our kites in preparation for our vacation on the Outer Banks. We were blessed with summer-like weather (I say summer-like because summer doesn't really arrive here until July 5th or so) and it was a joy to be outside in short sleeves, though the sunshine gave me a bit of a headache. hobbitt declared he wanted hot dogs and salads (macaroni and potato) for </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/too-much-sunshine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-4944355713597567351</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-09T13:02:23.943-07:00</atom:updated><title>accidental dawn</title><atom:summary type='text'>I witnessed a most brilliant, fiery sunrise today, while standing in our backyard. The temperature was quite mild, and there was just enough of a breeze to fan my face with the sweet morning fragrances of spring blossoms. Mind you, I had no intent to be standing in our backyard, in what passes for a nightgown, with my lily-white legs and feet stuck into my black felted Birks, holding a leash </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/dawn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-3859707351406071389</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T22:53:10.011-07:00</atom:updated><title>sweetness in the rain</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tonight we took the dogs to the beach in a steady rain. They hadn't had a mid-day walk, and we can stand getting a little wet for their comfort and health, right? We had planned to just run them with a tennis ball in the play area, and come back home, but the trail was too inviting, and so we walked a bit.When we arrived at the copse near the point, we were surrounded by some sweet, sweet aroma </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/05/sweetness-in-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-8242745041163091921</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T22:11:09.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>chocolate lilies redux</title><atom:summary type='text'>This whole daylight savings time - not to mention season changing - thing has got us all discombobulated.Our winter night walks are under the blackest of skies - or if the cloud cover is low, a weird gray umbrella. So many nights we could practice our memorization of the stars in the constellations...with Pete proper twinkling in the distance....or if we got lucky, in an envelope of fog that </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/04/chocolate-lilies-redux.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-3984872872598031582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T22:16:04.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yay!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don't want to shove my morality down anybody's throat. I don't want to force anyone to do something that is uncomfortable for them. But dammit, I want my friends to have the same rights and privileges I have. Go Olympia, WA!It's nice to know some of my friends can come visit us without worrying about visiting their partners in hospital should, heaven forbid, some accident occur. We're talking </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/04/yay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-8926022251254927814</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T22:10:20.376-07:00</atom:updated><title>life with hobbitt</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've been sick lately. Feeling really lousy. Perhaps that's making me a bit clingy. Conversation just now as hobbitt walked into the kitchen from the other end of the house:Me: Where were you, honey?hobbitt: Bathroom.Me, with mock indignation: And you didn't tell me?hobbitt: Nope. And I'm not telling you that I'm heading upstairs right now. And I'm not telling you that I love you very much.Me: </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/04/life-with-hobbitt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-4235471669346337934</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T21:22:05.535-07:00</atom:updated><title>frick!</title><atom:summary type='text'>My long-time friend AC, who frequently comments here, called this morning. I was, of course, still in bed. What! I'm sick, people! I have an excuse this time!Anyway, long story short: she never consulted me. Never asked my permission. Didn't even do me the courtesy of putting in an application to the Cancer Survivor's Club. Seems she asked for a chest x-ray, just because. (Truthfully? Because a </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/04/frick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2719331894269859215</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T14:48:40.746-07:00</atom:updated><title>nothing to see here</title><atom:summary type='text'>For the record, my ears have never completely healed from the assault which lasted almost three months. And yet it was with some surprise that I woke yesterday with raw throat, nagging cough, headache, slight fever, and a general feeling of malaise.Enough! Though to be honest, it rained all day yesterday and is bound to do the same today. It's just as well I'm not venturing out. hobbitt took the </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/04/nothing-to-see-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-6867599655843057287</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T17:19:58.223-07:00</atom:updated><title>snow and sunshine</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I arrived at the beach, a bald eagle was gliding, circling, checking out what a group of gulls might have been feasting upon just off shore. The wind was gusting, but the eagle managed with the utmost grace. It was a pleasure to witness.To the north, a snow squall was racing across the Admiralty Inlet, from Clallam to Skagit. The sky in that direction was a mosaic of dark and lighter clouds,</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/03/snow-and-sunshine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-7704782644476890262</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-14T16:49:24.566-07:00</atom:updated><title>squeeze play</title><atom:summary type='text'>hobbitt is away. That means that Zach may sleep on the bed with me. He weighs 78 lbs.Eddie, on the other hand, sleeps on the bed if he damned well feels like it. He also plays bedmice when he damned well feels like it, and turns the purr box on full power right next to my head while I'm sleeping if he damned well feels like it. He weighs 7.5 lbs. Last night, Zach and Eddie took up opposite sides </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/03/squeeze-play.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2517831037383409378</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T22:09:41.166-08:00</atom:updated><title>ebb, flow</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our beloved Mollie died on March 2. We did as much as we'd do for ourselves. She just plumb wore out. It was a difficult evening - much tears, and some liquor.Two days later I found myself at the pound.An hour after that I found myself bringing a feisty 3 1/2 month old kitten home.Two days later, he's warmed up to the dogs.Meet Edgar Allen Poe. Eddie. Mr. Ed. Fast Eddie. Crazy Eddie.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/03/ebb-flow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-7742866286815831144</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T13:45:31.838-08:00</atom:updated><title>the storm</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our kitty is dying. She was recently diagnosed with renal failure, and was bouncing back a bit from that, when she developed a bloaty belly, and that turns out to be ascites from some sort of carcinoma. She'd be unlikely to survive surgery, so we're just keeping her as comfortable as possible and feeding her whatever she'll eat. We don't have to worry about a low-protein diet now, right? Today, </atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/02/storm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-5245545861740897806</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T10:13:01.391-08:00</atom:updated><title>take a walk with us</title><atom:summary type='text'>About 20 minutes long. No audio. My first attempt at film editing. Enjoy!Take a walk with us from bhd on Vimeo.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/02/take-walk-with-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2154338936390178843</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T22:21:53.595-08:00</atom:updated><title>would you believe?</title><atom:summary type='text'>That my ears are still wonky?They are.But much better.Here's something beautiful to see. My sinuses.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/02/would-you-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-5256488627952606337</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T18:37:40.908-08:00</atom:updated><title>back from the murky depths</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've been sick since about December 1st.On or about December 23rd, my ear began to close up. Today, for the first time since then, I am able to hear out of both my ears.My energy level is coming back up, but I'm trying to take it slow until this whole walking pneumonia thing is well behind me.And when that happens, I'll have something interesting to write. I promise.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/01/back-from-murky-depths.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-1094416020188234392</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T17:19:32.311-08:00</atom:updated><title>in the unlikely event of a water landing</title><atom:summary type='text'>...I would want Chelsey B. Sullenberger III piloting my plane.</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/01/in-unlikely-event-of-water-landing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-9168997115134790077</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-12T20:02:10.101-08:00</atom:updated><title>delurking day</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yah. I've been informed that today (or since I'm so late with this post, more likely tomorrow) is the day all you "lurkers" should post a comment and let me know you read this blog.Both of you.But seriously. Go ahead and post a comment if you read this. Humor me. I'm back on antibiotics.Thanks!</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/01/delurking-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348970.post-2693995094017114715</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T17:46:18.986-08:00</atom:updated><title>grounded</title><atom:summary type='text'>Walking pneumonia. An ear infection which has completely eliminated my ability to hear anything out of the right side of my head, but which mercifully isn't the least bit painful.That's my story. What's yours?</atom:summary><link>http://www.blueherondruid.com/2009/01/grounded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bhd)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>