Tuesday, November 21, 2017
I found the camera
I found that if you hit the wrong button
you are suddenly staring at yourself
and if you don't know what you're doing
you even get to take a video of yourself
trying to find the buttons to TURN IT OFF
nothing sharpens your phone knowledge
faster and more completely than hunting
for the 'reverse camera' mode while keeping
the camera firmly fixed on the ceiling...
Then I discovered that while I was away
(in a manner of speaking) the Mr. had
been downloading about nine thousand
YouTube videos of people like Sarah McLachlan,
Sinead O'Connor and Sting...
Looks to be an interesting day, lol
Posted by mittens at 9:14 AM
Monday, November 20, 2017
because I thought
it less than a dream
but truer than I dared to hope
because I thought of all
there was and all there never would be
conjoined with hope and loss
until I would not
separate the two
and because I thought you real
I lost the chance I never knew I had
to make you real once more
Posted by mittens at 7:14 PM
Friday, November 17, 2017
For a week or so we had been visited daily by two to six hen turkeys, who have discovered the grass- gone-to-seed in front of the porch. Not long ago Charlie noticed them too. One morning I was watching them march past the porch, but this time they were clucking nervously, and not stopping.
Just then my husband came in and said, "um, Charlie's in the shed doorway, watching the turkeys..." and then we noticed him walking slowly down the driveway about five feet behind the turkeys. Not stalking them, not making grrrr noises. Just walking. I said, "I think he's shooing them away..." and after several more paces, he sat down, and waited. The turkeys, glancing over their shoulders, continued down the driveway. Then he turned and came up onto the porch.
The line had been drawn, lol.
It reminded me of the way mounted officers keep crowds from getting out of hand: they carefully move the horses slightly closer, and since few people want to risk losing a foot or having a huge horse butt in their face, they back up a bit. Nudge, nudge, nudge.
The turkeys, by the way, no longer march down the driveway past the porch.
Posted by mittens at 7:58 PM
Friday, November 10, 2017
If you use the lightbox you can see that those black bits are birds: starlings, in fact. Two days ago I went out on the porch and heard that squeaky rusty windchime sound they make when they're migrating/feeding. The sound, while not deafening, was loud enough to get my attention. I walked down into the field and could see them inside the woods, moving west to east, the back group flying over the crowd to become the front feeders. It's a marvelous way to keep the flock moving foward and no one starves.
Some of them landed on the field just outside the woods, and when they took off it was like the shock wave sound you get when a bomb goes off elsewhere. Yesterday we had three new batches, this time flying above the trees as well as inside them, and the sound when they all landed and then took off truly had a reverb. Im guessing this group was maybe a thousand or so, the later groups might have been three times that. this is the first time in maybe twenty years that we've seen them.
Posted by mittens at 8:15 AM
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Why we put up with all the nonsense with the cold and the snow and mice, roof rakes and leaks and wndows that now and then blow in, in a REALLY good blizzard...
driveway early summer
Cuffy and his catnip dreams
view out the front window
poppy and beauty bush
mother turkey and her babies
no one says you can't
woodpile in October
barred owl looking over his shoulder
wood in September
Turkey Vulture (really)
young buck in November
Posted by mittens at 6:22 PM
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Friday, November 3, 2017
Power's back, the tree crews have been moved (I suspect) onto tree clearing in other parts of the state--and this morning we got a phone call from the electric company. Oh dear, I thought.
she seemed sooo happy to find me at home, and then told me there was a 'slight problem' with our bill this month, because of the storm. The automatic meters apparently had been damaged by the storm, and our bill was a "little bit higher than it was supposed to be." Pause. "Quite a bit higher." Pause.
"Actually it's "$162...thousand". I started laughing at that...
She said it would probably be arriving today or tomoroow, and we did NOT have to pay it ("oh good") and a corrected bill would be in the mail by next week.
I did the math on that, and it figures out to exactly 180 years of phone service at our current bill average.
Posted by mittens at 10:55 AM
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Last night we had wind and rain, I slept through most of it, but apparently that cyclone/tropical storm really did sweep over us.
I woke this morning to a very damp front hall (wind blew the water right under the doorsill) and no power. No water. And I forgot last night to fill pails, just in case.
We have a generator, however. Life is good.
power outages in NH
Posted by mittens at 12:14 PM
Saturday, October 28, 2017
when you wake from a dream
of something that never happened
to the reality
of something that will never happen
and the other reality
that it was your own gentle inanition
that cost you both
and lost you both to each other
there is no justification
no excuse from either side
to bandage that wound
and so it weeps,
and heals and tears open
leaving jagged edges
you pushed the button
that opened the door
blame who you like
for what followed
but that's the reality
Posted by mittens at 4:02 PM
Monday, October 23, 2017
No, no. Not the pay as you go stuff, with 200 channels to pick from, but the old fashioned box with maybe a remote and maybe not, where it actually had an on/off switch and a channel finder...it was free, if you wanted a program you changed the channel without bothering with a menu or 200 choices.
You had a TV Guide.
You had series, and reruns, old movies, Sesame Street, the Muppet Show, All in The Family, Dr. Who, Saturday Night Live. You could watch Walter Cronkite, or Peter Jennings, and trusted them. Jay Leno, Johhny Carson. Awful quiz programs, local broadcasts. Championship golf. Bowling, for god's sake. It still feels weird to go to bed without a nightly dose of late news...
And as one friend said, "I can't watch TV unless I have something good to read!" I can't knit unless the TV is on. No, I can't knit in front of the computer, and I can't knit without something else to watch at the same time.
I miss it.
Posted by mittens at 8:07 PM
Sunday, October 22, 2017
We have three back doors; the entry door, the kitchen back door, and the woodshed door. Only the woodshed door opens out, into , yep, the woodshed.
We have a relatively strict rule about Cats After Dark, since we live in the middle of the woods, and there are a lot of things that eat other things, including cats. When I get up in the morning in the fall and spring, it's pretty dark out there at 5 and 6 am. This morning I was up at 6, made my coffee, explained 18 times to a very impatient Charlie that no we do NOT let you out until I can see the sky lighting up.
I"ve never seen him this frantic, lol. He tried the cellar door, jiggle jiggle, he tried the other two out- side door handles, jiggle jiggle, and then the woodshed door. JIGGLE JIGGLE clank clank and I looked over to see him hanging off the latch with one paw and wiggling the lifter with the other. And then the door made a squeak, and out he went.
We've never bothered with a hook on it, because it's really an inside door and the shed is locked when we leave.
However, apparently a 13 lb determined cat can muscle it open just fine. There may be a hook and eye in his future, if he does it again.
Posted by mittens at 2:55 PM
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
When you turn the corner into "older" several things start happening: regardless of your capacity or capability, you are now regarded as old and fuddly.
We are suddenly getting glossy flyers from a new (read expensive) retirement community that obviously caters to the rich, the filthy rich, and people who actually use words like luncheon and demitasse...the flyers show golfers, tanned, white haired and well groomed, smiling and laughing as they stride across the greens to the 9th hole or whatever, always a happy couple. You just know the Recreation Coordinator is a perky young thing with a clipboard and an electric smile.
Last month we got a an invitation to 'attend" one of those luncheons, RSVP, two hours of food and selling. I shudder at what these places must cost, and I suspect it's also a gated community. I also realized that we would be as out of place at that luncheon as a cow in the front hall.
We now get cheery reminders (recorded, tyvm) from the pharmacy alerting us to our prescriptions, and golly gee, it's been filled. The first few times this happened one of us hustled down the next day only to find that not only had it not been filled, it wasn't even on the list yet. Come back in two weeks, the pharmacist said.
Realtors send us invitations to 'show' our property. No. Just no.
BlueCross sends my husband yearly announcements about his blood pressure, his diabetes, and practically shouts at him in the flyer. "DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE DIABETES? YOU NEED TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH YOUR PHYSICIAN..." yes, yes, twenty years and holding on that, we fine. What scalds me, Im the one with osteo, with reflux, with all manner of little things that someday could be big things. I have never gotten a notice from BC telling me that I need a mammogram, a diet check for the reflux, and observation by a physician for the osteoporosis. I guess, since his name is on the Blue Cross stuff first, he gets the attention.
17 years ago I bought my own car. My name, on the transaction. My money. Damn that felt good. When I went down to register it, it was listed in my husband's name. I may get over that, but not yet.
Some years ago we decided that his life insurance policy, which would come to term the year he hit 94, would be happier in our hands than in the insurance company's vault. I called. They asked if my husband was alive. I said, yes. They asked to speak to hin, to 'verfy'. sigh.
AARP keeps inviting us to join. When we were first married, we got an invitation, which I thought was hysterically funny. I wrote to them and explained that I was 23 and my husband was 24. Come back, I suggested, in 40 years. And they did. =)
Soon enough, flyers from nursing homes, Estate planners, low income housing, and funeral homes. In case one of us died and we didnt know what to do with the body. I'm really looking forward to those, yep.
Posted by mittens at 9:15 PM
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
I tend to use our local Salvation Army store as a kind of guidepost to books; strange as that sounds, usually (but not always) you will find the gorier detective novels by Patricia Cornwell, The DaVinci Code, rip and read gothic/romanc/mystery novels, Stephanie Meyer, Stephen King. What is rare, is to find Robert Parker, poetry, Tolkien, most science fiction, Sue Grafton, or Terry Pratchett.
A few months ago in a real honest to pete bookstore I ran afoul of a new set of Pratchett books I had never seen before, 'co-authored with" Stephen Baxter. I bought one, to see what was up. It turns out these have been in the book stores for several years. I got through it, waiting for Pratchett's style and humor to appear. At the end, I got a glimmer of his style as the long awaited finish, finished.
To say I was disappointed is putting it gently. I read a few of the reviews (and contributed my own comments to it) at Amazon, one young woman actually said she loved it, it was one of Pratchett's funniest books, she laughed all the way through. I'd guess she never read it.
And today on one of the SA bookshelves, in what can only be called pristine condition, "The Long Utopia" what I am assuming is the final book in the series. Raises one eyebrow...
Posted by mittens at 7:53 PM
Sunday, September 10, 2017
One of the better Ted Talks, and one of the funnier ones. Worth the trip over to see it.
Posted by mittens at 1:59 PM
Aren't they just having the most wonderful time with all of this, meteorologically, at least: maps and charts and flood watches, warning, surges, tide levels, wind categories, it's a wonder they can sleep at night from the excitement.
And of course with three hurricanes in a row (let us not forget what's-it's-name out there) by the end of this, they will all be totally wiped out. Hell, this is more fun than a blizzard.
Not to mention the three kids I saw on a video this morning roller blading down a hurricane soaked street, yep...or the Denial Guy north of Tampa who is telling everyone that this silly bit of wind has been so hyped...then he went and pushed a mattress against his plate glass window. Just in case. His tone reminds me of people who say, "I didnt get hurt, what are YOU complaining about...?"
Beyond that I can only imagine what it must be like to be halfway up the highway heading for almost anywhere North, and you're on your last gallon of gas, someone says, "daddy, I gotta pee"
and the winds are now 60 MPH and rising.
Posted by mittens at 11:39 AM
Saturday, September 9, 2017
sometimes he'd get drunk
and remember her name
and wonder where she went
sometimes he'd drive 100 miles to see
if she was home
he'd sit in the car in the dark and drink
and wait for her lights to go on
and then go out
if he drank enough
he'd forget why he was there
and drive home again
Posted by mittens at 9:28 AM
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Was a time when you could order a book, or a tool, or a dress, from a catalog; send in the check, and a few weeks later there it would be, in your mailbox.
Or you could go to a store and shop. Money changed hands, or checks. Or credit cards.
You were a deeply involved part of the process, from start to finish. If you did the hands-on thing, you got to touch the fabric, the box, the item. Kick the tires, as it were. I still have trouble with the idea of buying clothes online, or fabric. Gotta touch it, smell it, see how it drapes. You talked to a sales person, traded information, sometimes got to the first name stage and you became friends.
Then someone invented computers.
What concerns me, is how easy it was, and how quietly it actually happened. And I do wonder, if the power goes down on that great national grid, what happens to those of us who are virtually locked into it, with automated house functions, cell phones, cars that now have computer components even in the wheels, lighting systems that do the auto dim or bright as is needed...
Does anyone else get a little apprehensive about all this?
Posted by mittens at 2:24 PM