Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Ho. Ho. Ho.

At this rate by the time Christmas rolls over me like a cartoon steam roller there won't be anything left to flatten.  'Tis a hard trip this year, not sure why.  The skies are no bluer or greyer than other years,  it's not much colder or warmer.  All my vital signs are, well, vital.  But this time around  that hole in the ground, the one I regularly fall into in December, seems a bit deeper. 

Soldier on, the good fairy says.  Shut yer trap, the bad fairy grumbles.
The good fairy strikes the bad fairy with her very pointed wand, and the battle is on. 

Friday, November 23, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving

Good food, good people, good convo.  After two years of enforced holiday visits (not meant in a nasty way, we're just not big crowd people.  Need nudges now and then.) we are beginning to remember who is married to whom, which baby belongs to which couple,  and relax enough to blend a bit more.  And most importantly remember which dog belongs to which family, since they come too.

It's about connections, about humor, about family. 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Car Talk #937

My trip home every Tuesday from Concord involves a very strange  stretch of highway with 9 stoplights, which, if you plan it right,  will all be green at the same time you get there.  If you miss the sequence you're whipped.  Its a short stretch of road, with two lanes to a side and multiple exits.  Yesterday I was in the midst of the after-lunch bunch, all of us barrelling from red light to red light at a whopping fifteen mph.  I kept hearing this nasal little 'toot toot' at every light. I thought, what IS that. 
Then in the rear view mirror at the next red light I noticed the dude in the car behind me motioning me forward impatiently.  Excuse me?  There is no forward there, lol. 

So I shrugged and continued on, trying to  ignore his car almost nudging at my back bumper.  At one point the road then opens out into a miracle mile, and the pace picks up to maybe 25 mph.  He's still back there, toot toot.  I looked in the mirror;  he was now giving me the Double Finger.  Whoa, I thought.  I am so honored.

Next toot, I slowed down to 20.  Next toot, 15.  There is, by the way, a totally clear left hand lane at this point he could have swung into, Frankly, I didn't dare. 

For five miles I had this ass on my bumper,  and  wondering why he's not just going around me.  Then I noticed him turning into the Mall at the same time I did. oh joy.  And this is where he decided,  at the last minute, to swing around me and cut me off, nearly taking out the pickup truck just leaving.

And, of course, if he had collided with the truck or I had run into him it would have somehow been my fault for cutting him off--you gotta thank the gods there are only so many of these, and Darwin usually catches up with them before they can breed too heavily...

Monday, November 19, 2012


121 days until spring.  That's all I'm sayin'.

Monday, November 12, 2012


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Question of the Day

Does the world really need anti-bacterial window cleaner?

Friday, November 9, 2012

Brought to you by...

the church that holds god's wallet

This week the marquee reads, 
"don't confuse God's patience with his final words"

If that isnt ominous I dont know what is

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Great Blizzard of Wednesday Night

Well, that was both a relief and a disappointment, at least here.  Got the yard picked up (again) and the rest of last year's wood flung in the shed.  What could go undercover went, the rest was turned loose and left to its own devices.
Weathermen tend at this time of year to get a mite hysterical over anything snow-based.  Yes, it came from the northeast,  yes we had a bit of wind and two inches of snow, but that aint no noreaster.

Just read the reports coming off one of the 'net weather places, and again they have lumped all of New England with New Jersey and NYC.  Neither of which is technically New England.  Nit picky, perhaps, but seeing a blizzard devastating 'New England' is, I'm sorry, selling snake oil to gain viewers.  And it scares your friends who see the map, see the entire area blocked in as Nor'easter territory, and they get worried.  Are you all right, they ask, in email.  Yes, we say.  We only got a bit. Well, I saw on the news that NYC was getting hit're not far from there.  No, no, four hundred miles, give or take.  We're fine. Well, I do worry, you know. It did say New England...

And my heart does go out to those people there who got smacked in the face with this.  It's like the "custard pie and then the pig bladder" routine in a ghastly one-two punch.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Election's over

In NH we now have a female governor


the President is still the President.

Nor'easter or no Nor'easter,

Life is good right now

Monday, November 5, 2012


not much,  just a few minutes of light snow bits,  but  enough.  We are not happy.  I'll be ready to accept snow as a real thing in, oh, maybe January.  But not now.

Friday, November 2, 2012

simple aint easy

Living simply sounds like a good deal, and sometimes it is.  You limit your use of chemicals,  machine driven this and that,  you learn to work with what invades your space (skunks, moles, voles, etc) and work around what you can't deal with any other way. 

However.  Over the years I have done a lot of things not necessarily because I wanted to, but because it was a compromise that had more value at the time than any other solution:  when we first moved into the house it was drafty, cold, and the cellar was unheated and not sealed off.  In the summer  we had the benefit of the water pump.  In the winter we drained it and hauled water from the old dug well.  The reality of the well and those two pails was far more appealing at that point than the reality of worrying about the water pump during periods when the outside temps went down to -20 and stayed there;  and the cellar itself would sometimes be 20 deg..  Not something I'd want to deal with on a regular basis.

So simplicity was two pails and a knotted rope.  The more back to basics you get, the harder the physical labor becomes.  The only moving part in that equation was me, and I moved a LOT.

We decided that living where we do,  being dependent on an oil burner meant there would be times when an oil burner would not be nearly enough to keep the house warm, there would be times when an oil truck would not be able to deliver up here, and other times when the power went out most inopportunely.  The only solution was to bypass the oil burner situation and just burn wood.   A lot of work, yes, but we've never regretted it.  It also meant we didn't have to destroy baseboards and old pine floors,  and rearrange the house to suit it.  Again, a compromise. 

Simplicity is an axe, a splitting wedge, and a really good chopping block. 

Rather than spray for bugs, or use weed killers, or weed at all unless it's necessary,  I mulch the hell out of everything and use my own compost.  Birds eat bugs. So do skunks, preying manitissseses,  and turkeys.

Simplicty is a strong back,  a spadingfork, and some really ratty looking compost bins.  My only compromise here is a shed where the garden is, and water piped in from the house, underground.

In a few years we will probably have to start scaling back a bit,  maybe a smaller garden, maybe serious consideration of an oil burner for the warmer cold months, a nip here, a tuck there.  Who knows.  But for now, this works. 

words of too many syllables dept.

and guarantee, someone will then complain because of the delays.

we are a very strange people.  This is like shooting the fireman who's trying to save your life because he's not moving fast enough.