More ads, more stuff

There's an ad on TV now that I'm sure most of you have seen.  The product is Theraflu and it's that time of year.  It's a good product; I've used it myself.
The ad features an adult man who appears to be a giant in a play house.  He is very ill, red under the nostrils, fever and all.
The man calls his doctor and receives a same day appointment (a miracle in itself).  He is prescribed the Theraflu and upon returning home he takes the first capsule.  Immediately he smiles.  Just swallowed the first capsule and he's healed.  That's some powerful stuff!

I wish there was a product like that for itching!  The Lichen planus is spreading and it itches all the time.  The few products I use aren't a lot of help, but worth using.  I'm open to ideas.

Warm Christmas in Maine

Sunset in Bangor Maine 12-25-14
Photo: Ashley Conti, Bangor Daily News
Photo taken from Brewer, Maine

  It reached 54 degrees on Christmas Day 2014, a new record.  We all know that the "normal" weather isn't far behind, Money I believe.
  I suppose we could have enjoyed to temps except that it rained most of the day, 1.34 inches,  the sun made its appearance about 3:00PM.
  There have been a few times, all recent, where the weather has run amuck of normal.  Normal being ice skating on the ponds and sleds on the hills.  Not this year though.

Sunset through the spruce, or is it fir?
Photo: Ashley Conti, Bangor Daily News

It's Christmas day, already.

Our tree in 2009
Decorated and Photo by Linda Grant

  Well, we made it to Christmas Day, 2014.
and none of us know yet, what's the final score.
So, go and enjoy this day, in whichever way,
that suits you and yours, and I'm sure you will say;
well, we made it to Christmas Day.

Tipping (the Maine way)

Forest Ranger Hammond checks for tipping
Photo: Tristan Spinski for the New York Times

  Forest Rangers in Washington County are busy the last couple of months each year watching for "tippers".  That's not folks eating in restaurants although they tip too.  Tipping in this part of the world means taking the tips of branches from fir trees to make Christmas Wreaths.  Tippers are people who gather the brush for the wreath industry.  Tippers need a permit from the land owners to gather the tips.  Forest Rangers are on the lookout for people without a permit.
  In Washington County (the real Downeast Maine) people mostly earn their income from seasonal jobs, the work in lobster factories, working the blueberry harvest, and tipping.  Tippers who are hard workers can earn up to $500.00 a day for a ton of brush.  You see their product when you watch the news and see wreaths on the graves at Arlington National Cemetery.
  Read more: http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/tree-tipping-generates-cash-and-seasonal-woes-in-maine/ar-BBha0FZ

As the crow flies

The shortest way there, that works for me,
whatever else could there possibly be?
I don't want to walk from here to the moon,
I just want to get there.  And very soon.

Why do they build all these sidewalks like this?
What could be possibly wrong? Shortness is bliss.
It doesn't matter if we cross some guys lawn,
why that son-of-a-gun would be better if gone.

I'll just go ahead, one little bit don't matter!
If I can't go the shortest way, I'll be mad as a hatter.
I know you're not supposed to go that way,
but what can that property owner possibly say"

It's human nature, this thing "desire path",
we'll go out of the way to cause someone's wrath.
It as the crow flies or it's no way at all,
just another path so the human race can fall.

Desire path.
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Cross between a noodle and the moon?

It's named for the moon coming over the hill,
you just see the top and it gives you a thrill.
We all have a part of the very same moon,
and it always looks like it will all be up soon.

 

It's named for the Luna a name we all know
and it's only real purpose seems to be show.
It's right at your finger tips or very near so,
the Lunule is on your nails.  It stays as they grow.

Lunule (see it?)
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I want to kiss your purlicue....

I want to kiss your purlicue,
it is a very part of you.
That little piece that you see,
more of it than you see me.

Sometimes it's dirty or warm with sweat,
and at other times as clean as it can get.
Oh, that sweet little piece of flesh,
with it my lips want to mesh.

What is that little purlicue?
That makes me want to do to you.
It is the little "web" that lingers,
between your thumb and your fingers!

Purlicue
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