And in other news ... also known as regular news ...

Okay, let's get honest here.  I watch the frogs.  That's right, I'm a crazy frog-watching person.

Every day, I walk up and down about a 1/4 mile stretch of my riverbank back and forth, back and forth.  The path is too rocky to run, the roadside is incredibly dangerous, and in the other direction is the weird neighbor who stops me to ask questions about my "village lover" and otherwise thoroughly creeps me out ... so this is what I do because I go crazy* in the house if I don't.  I can pace along the same path for hours.

In my defense, it gives me a lot of time to think about things.  Not in my defense, there's not always a lot new going on so I spend time thinking about ridiculous things.  Like, what I would be doing on Facebook if I wasn't out pacing a riverbank trying to scrape my sanity up out of whatever is left of my sanity.  Or whatever.  I think this blog is developing an alarming theme.

ANYWAYS.  The frogs.

They're pretty cool.  They give me a measure of time.  I watched all of the eggs hatch into tadpoles, I watched the tadpoles grow, and now I'm watching this unusually warm spring dry up all of the little ponds before the tadpoles can turn into frogs.  Looks like rain tonight, though!  Is it weird that I hope for the rain because I'm worried about the frogs?

In other news, I befriended a horse grazing in a field and fed him two old apples.  Here's to hoping that if I end this post by talking about cute ponies that I will sound less weird.

**crazier

Nope.  Not happening.