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I have been accumulating and maintaining a supply for future use, even with the new HD converter box as long as possible. "I have plans!" {Giggles}
I hope your day is filled with appreciation of seeing things around you come to life and I hope you all have a "Happy Easter."
ox-ox!!! ToyfulSweetartMavMOM 
WE love you and are thinking of you!
9:25 A.M. Tuesday 
The amateur lepidopterist, who chases butterflies with a net, inevitably comes to think of herself as a kind of hunter, and of the bright and agile insects she pursues as a kind of game. And so they are. Butterflies are fast, alert, and wary; catching them can be difficult. But (as with bigger game) if you leave your net at home, butterflies will sometimes come to you. They are gregarious and make good company.
Or at least some do. The showier species, like the swallow-tails and the monarchs, are pretty standoffish. The smaller fritillaries are the white and red admirals are better natured. They seem curious, attentive, and eager to make your acquaintance. Often, walking down a country road, I have been joined by one or more of these species flying before, behind, beside me as I went along, for all the world like a friendly little spaniel.
My favorite of the companionable butterflies is the mourning cloak, a common species having velvety sable wings with golden borders. The mouning cloak is one of the butterflies that hibernate as winged adults. On a sunny day in March or April, one of these butterflies will tag along with you as you walk down the muddy road. After the long dark winter, it seems especially glad to see you, as you are to see it. 
I heard (and keep hearing) the sound but there is nothing on My Bar Tab OR in the inbox, so if you sent me something..."I did not recieve it!"
What Is Going On here FUBAR? Please Advise.
Most of us are familiar, either by experience or information, with the winter doldrums, a pervasive state of midwinter depression, fatigue, and low energy. Today, of course, this condition has a fancy medical name: seasonal affective disorder (SAD--get it?); by whatever name, it's a fact of life for millions in the north, and its etiology is unclear.
I propose an ingenious theory to explain the winter blues. They are fustrated hibernation. Many northern mammals, when winter food runs low, can slow their bodily processes down and enter a torpid state that amounts to a more or less deep sleep. In the depths of winter, men and women, also mammals, wish to do the same. Our minds and bodies respond to winter with an impluse toward hibernation. But, being human,we can't sleep the winter away. Hence the winter doldrums, "a vestigial remnant of an adaptive hibernation response.".
It's a persuasive idea, but there are many alternatives. The hypothesis seems to be that we're adapted to hibernate and go into the dumps at this time of year because we have to work instead. But couldn't it be that what we're adapted to, and denied, is not a long nap in a cold cave but a week at the beach in latitudes where hibernation isn't necessary?
After serious & cautious consideration, your contract of friendship
has been renewed for the New Year 2008!
It was a very hard decision to make. So try not to screw it up! ;-)
My Wish for You in 2008 IS -
May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your
debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!
May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness
slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.
May the problems you had forget your home address!
In simple words
May 2008 be the best year of our life!!
ox-ox!!! ToyfulSweetartMavMOM 
A rat electrocuted two months ago by 240 Volt A/C Romax Wire, wiring problem found today. The wire was probably good to the last bite...Zap!
