Abe - The Whites Tree Frog

Well first I have to explain the name of this chubby "little" fella.  I had a hard time naming him.  ThenI got "smart".  The whites tree frog is Arboreal. Except when I was thinking about it I was thinking Aboreal. SOOoooo.... I think Aboreal - Abe makes sense right. Until I got used to that name in my head and I figured out, DUH... it's arboreal with an R so his name really doesn't make any sense

 Here is my pretty shiny Abe.

 That beautiful cricket eating face with golden eyelids.

 He wasn't so happy posing. 

 He allowed me a few more.

 He needed to rest between shots, but then gave me a few more good ones.

 Look at that leg. 

Look at those awesome fingers.  K~

Only a matter of time

It's only a matter of time before I find myself in one of these.  I have talked far too long about moving into a cabin way off the grid.  At first I wanted to be able to have the grid so I could keep connected to all that was in the outside world.   Now as I enter my 3rd year with this retched diagnosis and trying out how to fit in here and there.  I find looking at all the mistakes in my wakes just keeps getting harder.  Moving to a cabin in the middle of no where doesn't 

mean I am abandoning my family, my beloved children or anything,  It simply means their mom lives in a location where nature is all around them when they come and stay.  They will be welcome for as long as the wind tells them they should be there.  I figure a sturdy extra strong generator and an a nice even sturdier housing unit for it will keep me safe all year round. Provisions every 2 months.  My mule and myself will take a ride into a well apointed town to get all those things that are needed, including mail.  AAHHH.. I can't wait.  That is my dream, a place where me and my illness can hurt no more people.  A place where i don't have to come with instructions.  A place where the only one that is disappointed in me is me.  I can't wait.  I hope I get my chance really soon.  k~