Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Land Trust Progress

At this stage we have finalized the paperwork; the two towns involved have futzed and convened and discussed, and agreed that this will happen.  two weeks ago we went to The Signing, amid small speeches and entirely too many photos  (and no you so do not need to see those) and papers signed in what seemed to be an endless number. Not unlike closing on a house, but with a  LOT more people involved.

So. It's done.  We learn to live with the rules we insisted on, and its just a damn nice thing to have done with.  And ironically, the people who border us seem to be intent on clear cutting with great resolve. It angers me, but its also nice to know we wont be part of THAT process.  Look on the bright side, as one neighbor said, maybe in a few years the undergrowth will come back and we'll have rabbits again.  And our view of the
ridge across the way will be clearer.

this was back in September, for anyone who wants to see where we were then.
http://mittens-stonesoup.blogspot.com/2014/09/how-i-spent-my-summer-vacation-land.html

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore



The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

cold, cold, cold, damn its cold (6WS)




Three stoves running and its not even December yet.
sorta wonder just how long before  'too much wood" will 
turn into"almost enough" wood which may or may not be
the same as "not quite enough" but still conjures up
images of chopping up furniture ("well how many chairs 
can we sit in at once anyway"--or, "I never liked that
table, could never find a place for it...") or hauling wood
out of the forest  on a sledge in February, bundled to 
the eyes to keep out the gale force winds.


Pitiful, ain't it. 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Google scary




Yesterday I had to clear the cache and cookies (for various reasons) and in the process must have upset Google.  This morning when I went in they told me quite firmly that I was not me, and I had better do something about it.
(This is when your blood pressure begins to inch above the danger mark)

I looked up the password and was told, nahh, you changed that four months ago.
No I didnt.
So I tried another.
Nope.
It has become almost impossible to find help at Google now, because, haha, if you're not signed in
you can't, and if your password isnt working anymore, you can't get help to find out what your password might be.
I finally found a teeny button that said "help" and I started rowing toward that.  Finally got my old password changed (no no they say, you already used all those,  find another.)  and then I had to give them an altenate address. None of which are acceptible because, golly, they are already being used by google. "YES THEY ARE,  one of them is being used by my old blogger account and it worked just fine yesterday..."


so several tantrums later I have a new account addy, no verification second addy (since they are all locked up as google account addresses in the seekrit vault), no thank you, I cannot give you the number of the cell phone I don't own, and I pushed the magic button and here I am.

If for some reason I don't appear after a reasonable length of time it's because I can no longer access Google, yahoo, or the blog  and this blog will join the ranks of the thousands of blogs out there that were just fine until that last post and then WentAway.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Weather Report in Just Five Lines (6WS)



Perspective

You watch the east and say,
what a fine day
 its turning out to be
I watch the west
and prepare for rain

Saturday, November 1, 2014

For some reason this just fits--(6WS)





The Second Coming
                William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some  revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Care Instructions, Syrup Cold Water Pot (6ws)

whatever it is, be careful with it 
(an unaccompanied warning sheet that was tucked inside a book someone gave me)


As it is made of glass,don't hit it with hard things

Don't put it directly on the fire

Don't clean it with metal brush, hand matters of caustic cleaner

Using sponge and plate cleanser to wash it.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Ultimate in Plane Spotting



http://www.flightradar24.com/AWE718/496aed1




you can zoom in or out with the mouse wheel,  you can move the image with the cursor,  and yes, those planes are moving.  you can identify individual planes,  and on the left find out what the schedule for that  plane is, landing and take off.

this is more fun than the earthquake map.

ive listed it in the interactive list >>>> over there


Saturday, October 11, 2014

oh I love AccuWeather


This just in:  AccuWeather is predicting a 7% chance of rain (at least only on Spring Street) which will last exactly 160 minutes, from 8:40 am to 10:40 AM  with a minute by minute breakdown of what's happening when...if I lived on Spring Street, I would be getting out the umbrella, the rain coat, and boots.

And  if there is only a 7% chance of rain,  how can they predict the times it might happen, if it does happen?

Its been that kind of week (6WS)

                                              Barred Owl in his Grumpy Phase

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The New Toy

At the top of each page, just above the post box and to the left, is something called   "next blog>" and when you click on that, you get just that;  a random blog, good or bad,  amazing or terrible; some have been floating unused and abandoned for years, some are new, some will make you jump.  
No way of knowing what will come up next, but if you do find one you like, get the URL or something, because you may never find it again.
Yesterday I spent an hour playing Next Blog.

I think Im hooked on this.  =)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Farmer Bear



                                                           ee-yi-ee-yi-ohhh

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Mine Mine Mine





Six Things I Miss (This Week) (6WS)



1. typewriters in all their clacky glory, including the futzing with the ribbon and Cleaning the Keys day, and using one my dad had (and I still own it), and teaching myself to type with the help of a touch type manual from the 40s...

2. the Social Security Death Index when it was out in public, and I used it to find family, friends, it was a valuable tool for everyone--until Ancestry.com put it behind a paywall and changed it around to point not at the info you wanted but the info they thought you wanted

3.  old computer games that were ascii symbols like Hack and NetHack, and floppies with text games ('you are standing in front of a house.  There is a mailbox there."), and box games for your old dos run computer...

4 Christmas cards that had sparkly snow and fuzzy touch-me santas or stand-up scenes-- and the week before Christmas when you got to Dress Up to go shopping in town.

5. The first day of school; a new grade, new shoes,  new clothes.  Getting used to the unfamiliar teacher and her funny voice,  until you  got used to it and then it was okay

6. my mother's barn with the 30 foot long rope swing



Tuesday, September 23, 2014

just for harvey

                                         is this better? =)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I think its going to be an early winter

sometimes it feels like one of those maddening puzzles where you have to move the rings, one at a time, from one of the three poles to the other side, but only so that the top ring is always smaller than the ones it sits on.


                                                                        Woodpile:
to shed:
                                                                                                                                                       

to stove:


one armload at a time...

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Now and then...this is just what's needed on a rainy Saturday night





Short poem for a Saturday morning (6WS)


porque te vas

sing of the coming dawn
weep for the passing night
cling to the moon as it rises
and sets with the faintest of light

cherish the night as it cradles us
keeps us close in the dark
remember the heart is fragile
when the arrow has found its mark

so let us huddle together
to keep the morning at bay
I will watch you in your dreaming
and know you are going away

Monday, September 8, 2014

Follow up to "Someone is not reading what they're writing"

Saturday I got this 'special' looking envelope that gives you instructions on how to open it,  fold here, tear carefully, step one, step two, etc.  When I opened it  I discovered that my bank had given me a new pin number for my debit card.
wasnt that nice of them, I thought. A kind of follow up to the phone call(s) I made last week about setting my pin by phone.

then I looked at the number.  ho ho  ho.  its a different number.  So now it gets interesting.

1. is this the real pin number, invalidating the old 'new'  number?
2. do they both work?
3. and no one on the phone last week said anything about my old card (the old old card) being automatically invalidated as soon as the new (now known as the "old new" number) number was given/used/validated...I could have two cards, three pin numbers, and none of them speaking to each other.  lol
4.  if I use this to try to validate the card, will my card be eaten by the ATM and armed guards arrive to beat me senseless?
5. will using this number cause both numbers to become illegal?
6. if I use the other number,  will that open a hidden trap in the floor and both I and the offending card be thrown in among wolves and spiders?
7. will neither of them work, forcing me to invent yet another pin number?  shoot, after four years I finally had the old one memorized,  this new one took two looks...
8. I believe this calls for shoes and  a trip to the Bank in the City, so that if I do go up in flames I will be doing it on their territory and it will be their mess to clean up.

Stay tuned.  Film at 11, with video.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

open the door, close the door (6WS)

I think we all have events that happen to us over which we have little or no control:  the loss of a friend, or a loved one, a misunderstanding that escalates into something way out of proportion to the original intent--a life-changer, perhaps.  You can't seem to get your balance back, and even years later you find yourself reliving bits of this and bits of that, perhaps even inventing a different ending.  Or a different beginning.

And then we get all embarrassed and worried, because we are "obsessing" and we tamp it down even harder.

I'm trying something  a bit different.  Im writing it out, the way I wanted it to be.  You imagine, perhaps, that an old buddy or an old flame has suddenly come back into your life twenty, thirty years later. Write it down from where the possiblities kick in,  and then play it as you want it to go.  I tried this a few days ago, working my way through a possible  if imaginary reunion, and somewhere near the end, something magical happened. I wasn't writing it anymore, it was writing itself.

The reason Im doing this, is when ordinarily I write something as a prose piece, once it gets said, typed out, and corrected,  it goes into a drawer and I forget about it. Ive said what I needed to say,  and its over.  I thought, why not do this with reality?  Granted, its a reality that will never happen, for whatever reason. But its a stab at a reality that could have happened, given a few shakes of the snow globe.

And now I have no more desire to write it again, to play it out, to invent.  To obsess.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

How I spent my summer vacation--Land Trust talk

this is part of the prperty we have in the Land Trust--we've been chipping away at access roads,  and the more I see these, the more excited I get about this. This particular road runs from behind our house for about a half mile back into the property, and ends at an old cellar hole that was, according to the deeds, abandoned around 1856.  Why, we have no idea. There was a fair sized barn and a small house, situated fairly close together, a well, and what might have been a privy.   

We are down now to small changes in the wording,  lawyers being fussy about loopholes, and all...another site visit, and we may have this nailed by winter.  








http://mittens-stonesoup.blogspot.com/2014_11_01_archive.html

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Someone is not reading what they are writing

Last week  I received a breathless letter from our bank informing me that my debit card was one of many that had been "compromised" when someone apparently hacked in to the computer system there.  oh, treats.
Now.  This is where it gets really interesting.

My card is apparently compromised.  They are going to send me a new one very very soon.  Until then, my old compromised card is still live, still out there like a dead fish on the dock.  They also state that the old card will remain active until the end of September (excuse me?) at which time it will be rendered inactive.
At that time, once its been wiped from their books and the password is history, they tell me I must then destroy the card so that no one can use it.

If the card is  deactivated, how can anyone use it?  Wouldnt it have been much simpler to just have me change my password?  Now?


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

New small appliance day

After 15 years my old hair dryer died.  clickclickclickclick.
for 15$ it didn't owe me anything, and it did simple things; dry hair, get the steam off the mirror, annoy the cats.

The new one looks Electronic.  It has a retractable cord,  and black on black instructions on the plug explaining what the red and yellow buttons are for.  Let me get my glasses.  Ah, one is for reset (which I always get nervous about, I have visions of small wires in the wiring bundle HIDDEN in the wall, slowly frying away, getting brighter and brighter.  there has to be a reason why a plug needs to be reset, few of them good.) and the other is for test.  In case you weren't sure  it was working before, "test" will tell you those small wires hidden in the wall are still glowing and you need to Call Someone. =)

I have issues with electricity. You may have noticed.

It also says, "do not use if test fails".

There is a two sided warning sticker on the cord itself--one side says "always "unplug it" after use" (why the quotes?);  is this one of those wink wink nudge nudge phrases?  Then it says DO NOT REMOVE THIS TAG,  and to further enhance your hair experience,  WARN CHILDREN OF THE RISK OF DEATH BY ELECTRIC SHOCK.  There is  a rough drawing of a plugged in hairdryer, obviously "on" and plugged in to the wall, floating eerily above a bathtub full of water. A transparent bathtub, with waves apparently sloshing back and forth so you KNOW its water

pictures in the enclosed  11"x15" sheet, showing you how to use a hairdryer. how to plug it in and unplug it. In four languages.  and it also has, for no extra charge, "ionic conditioning' to stop the frizz.  Probably what you get when you drop it in the water and try to retrieve it.  Well worth 19 dollars.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

what happens when you stop micromanaging the lawn




and let the flowers in








Sunday, August 10, 2014

Memory can be a fine mesh sieve

the only thing worse than re-reading a book but not recall it until you're nearly at the end (and suddenly know how it ends)  is re-reading a book and finally remember  that not only did you read it a year ago, but you didnt like it then either.  Sigh.

Friday, August 8, 2014

It was a very bad day (6WS)

 arright arright, im coming, hold yer horses..
 damned humans,  heeeerrreee kitty kitty kitty  niiiice kitty go walkies?  yeah, right...
Some walkies.  All this damned green, all these horrible pine needles, they hurt my FEET.  Dont they know this is my NAP time?
 Where's the sidewalk?  The traffic?  This is a damned forest,  all she does is drag me out here and then disappears, expects me to follow her. Oh, please.
We just  keep walking and walking and walking--my feet hurt, im missing my nap, im thirsty and where the hell IS she...
Yep, there she goes again "there's a good boy, niiiice kitttty"  Oh wait. I heard something
 Oh god. what was that. Sounded like a monster...one of those vicious turkeys, I just know it is...
Oookay, that's it, she's hiding, and Im going home. I've had enough of this crap  She wants me, she knows where I'll be.


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

We have been assimilated

It's happened.  Just got The Call from my husband in the grocery store.  He wanted to know if he should get this size or that size of coffee, and I said, get the one that's the better value.  He said, "but..." i said, you're doing the 'how many eggs do we have in the refrigerator' thing.  

He laughed, I laughed,  and I promise, I will never get/use a cell phone just because I can't remember if we need milk or not.  Ever.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Meditation with the sound turned down (6WS)



The first winter we spent in here, in 1976, was one of the more dreadful winters we had experienced. It was during  those years when we had gone back into a cold weather cycle, and it took us broadside. Temps went down to -20 and stayed there, and zero was considered a warming trend. We had only green oak (never trust avuncular wood guys, they dont hear what you need;  they hear what they think you need) to burn for most of the winter, and the parlor stove I guilted  my mother out of.  The dog would wake me in the morning, barking ferociously at his water dish, which had frozen solid over night.  He was never a fan of ice, lol.

One of the cats, weary of being cold all the time, royally expressed her annoyance by peeing in the dog's bed, all the way through all the old blankets, staring straight at me the entire time. If she had had a middle  finger, it would have been used.  Did it for an entire week at 5 am every morning, and then stopped.  The point had been made, and she managed to score a few points off the dog, too.

There was no running water, no washing machine, no indoor plumbing. The windows were covered with plastic sheeting to at least keep the wind out a bit. on a windy day it was like living in an iron lung,  as the plastic billowed in and out...
I had no driver's license and couldn't leave the house that long anyway, because the kitchen stove was good for three hours, and then it would go out as if it had been switched off.  Did I mention the roof leaked?

But.  And this is important. Neither one of us ever said, or even thought, this is ridiculous, why don't we just pack it in and go to town?  We didn't stay because of the cats or the dog, or because we were so broke we couldn't have afforded an apartment somewhere (which we weren't);  it quite simply never occurred to us to leave.  There were harder years, and colder winters, but we were more prepared for them, and had learned how to work around the hard parts.

 I finally understand that it has become, for us, a  meditation. For someone else  it might be the neighbor's apple orchard,  or the lake you visit every summer with a profound sense of coming home, and the long wait all winter to return.  It can even be an avocation (woodworking, pottery, photography...) chosen without the sense of "This instead of  That" in the process.  "This"  you say, solidly, "is what I am, and what I do."  It defines you, even as you define it within yourself.  For Harry Truman, (the Mt. St. Helen's guy, not the President) it was the mountain. When they came to bring him down from the mountain, he refused. It was his home, he said.  I can understand that.

It can also be the land you live on, the house you own.   It matters.

my mother in law, the least fanciful  of women, once said, 'this is a good place to heal". and she was right.

Friday, August 1, 2014

untitled


New sign on the board at my favorite church marquee:
"The King is Back!"

forgive me, but the first thing I thought of was, there's been an elvis sighting...

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Been a busy summer

in several directions, and this place, sadly, has been mostly at the bottom of my priority list.  Not for reading, but for contributing.  (slaps the blog lady on the wrist--get your act together, lady, people are watching)  

however,  I did add a link to a place called  "Lope"  which I keep forgetting about and shouldn't>>>over there in the Interactive List.  http://www.lope.ca/

Friday, July 18, 2014

By Golly I think we have it now (link to Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac)


(which is now also listed in the Interactive Stuff list)

Garrison Keillor

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Aizhai suspension bridge

If you dont use Bing as a home page... this link should take you to a gallery of views of an  incredible bridge.  I've always loved the Chinese landscapes,  there seem to be mountains all over the place, and it has made the Chinese  into incredible engineers in the process.   the slideshow is really worth the trip.

Aizhai suspension bridge



Saturday, July 12, 2014

garden, wood, lawn; lather, rinse, repeat (6WS)

--and I know when I've reached the pivot point of the summer when I start thinking "next year I need to do this and put  that over there" and understand that for this year I've done all the titrivating and tweaking I can do.  But by golly, next year...=)