Saturday, December 30, 2017

Z is for Zero...or Zoo...or Zenana

but we'll never know, now.

Sue Grafton died this week, and while I never knew her, I followed her novels, letter by letter, from the first, "A is for Alibi" all the way down the alphabet to "Y".   And I shall miss her and Kinsey Milhone, her main character in 25 novels.  That, in itself, is no mean feat.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Good Advice

My dad was not an easy man to live with: bipolar and a sociopath,  he was also far more intelligent than his background would allow for.  And now and then he would get it right, advice-wise.

One of my tasks growing up was working alongside my parents in the blueberry field, cutting brush and poisoning out things like poplar and raspberry canes.  One day he planted me in front of what was about an acre of hundreds and hundreds of poplar shoots, all of them no more than four feet high, and told me to start clearing them out.  One. At. A. Time. Cut, poison, cut, poison, cut, poison, each tiny stub.   I would cut a few, straighten up, sigh, and stare out at the endless sea of these things.
After awhile I suspect it began to get on his nerves, this whiney child, snipsnipsnip sigh snip snip snip sigh.
And he gave me the best advice I have ever gotten, for getting through long tedious things.
"Never look ahead to see how much is left," he said. "Focus on what's right in front of you, and nothing more. But now and then, look back, to see how far you've come.  You'll be amazed at how
much easier it is when you do that."

And he was right.

Life, it turns out, is loaded with mindless, seemingly endless tasks, the  kind you have to do,  but with this advice they turn out to be not so endless, and ultimately you have a large mowed piece of lawn, or a much smaller pile of logs (and a corresponding larger pile of stove wood) or even a shoveled driveway.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Keeping up with the Joneses (T13)

Jack Jones

Shirley Jones

James Earl Jones

Tommy Lee Jones

Tom Jones

Mother Jones

Davy Jones

Jennifer Jones

Spike Jones

Nora Jones

Quincy Jones

John Paul Jones

George Jones

Monday, December 25, 2017

One nice thing about snow...

is, when it happens on Christmas day and you are supposed to go somewhere
instead of Somewhere being at your house, you can opt out for almost any reason
you can think of that has "snow' in the excuse. 

 And if you do brave the blizzard, well, you get extra stars for that.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

When it rains it pours...

and then the temperature drops

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Window Casings, Curtain Rods, Curtains Too (6WS)

Somehow making curtains
has segued into, "honey can I borrow
your drill bits?", fiinding the ladder
and the tape and the hammer and the
screws and screwdriver to
construct a temporary window casing
which will magically be hidden
by the curtain I haven't finished yet
and I am more pleased with that
than anything I can think of
since it also involves repurposing
an old bureau drawer that no longer
has a bureau...and I will finally
be able to get rid of an ugly
pot rack which I never liked anyway.

Six Word Saturday

And Merry Whatever, y'all.  🙌🎄

Thursday, December 21, 2017

This old house in retrospect

We've done what we can.

We managed to salvage this house 45 years ago from a certain slide into rubble, and it has served us well.

When we moved up here we had been married, incredibly, only 4 years.  (My mother nearly had hysterics when she realized we meant it)  We both had basic survival skills and the willingness to let go of preconceived ideas of comfort (laughing hysterically over that one), and were willing to compromise on NOW wth the carrot-on-the-stick of LATER.

 This was a photo Rods grandmother took, in 1968.  "My Home" it said on the back. Four years later we moved up there. We listened to wiser heads and bought a very inexpensive old trailer to live in while we did the heavier renovations.  It was stationed directly across the driveway, and lasted for four years. This was a side view (right side of the photo below)  We added the porch when we redid the siding.

My husband said, not long ago, I cannot believe we actually rebuilt the foundation UNDER the house.  Or a new shed because the old one was beginning to (literally) sway in the wind.   A lot of things we did were major renovations (new roof, carrying timbers,  siding, porch, new windows) not to mention wiring, plumbing,  a kitchen, restored chimneys and a garden. Internal walls, ceilings, a full kitchen. Eventually running water and a real bathroom (don't ask).  The house is an L shape,with two long sides, which is why it looks lopsided at the roof edge.

this is what a house looks like with no foundation under it and yes, you could see sunsets that way--we were also working on the chimney, as well.  

I learned how to make a load of hay,  how to deal with a garden, mix cement,  how to deal with wildlife (mostly just take pictures and be vewwy vewwy quiet--so as  not freak the poor critters out),  how to plow the driveway, build a stone wall,  split wood and stack it.  and understand the 'why' of when it fell over. Aha, she says, One mistake I won't make again...we each brought our growing up skills along as well (I could build brushpiles and burn them flat without blinking, he could use a chainsaw and drive  a tractor) , and figured out the rest of it as we went.   I became a passable carpenter and am still amazed at  how much you can do with a skillsaw and hand planes, and he now knows how to navigate a grocery store and keep a fire going in the stove.

I've never regretted a bit of it. And we've both learned a lot about leaving things too long, or  fixing the tiny hole so it won't become a huge hole.  The nature of the beast up here is proactive. Fix the wobble now,  or the wheel will fall off when you need it the most.  Getting up at 6 a.m. to find there is no fire in the stove and the dog's water dish is frozen solid is something you only want to encounter once. After that you get up in middle of the night and feed those stoves.   It grows you up very fast.

And not long ago we both realized that if we hadn't moved up here when we did, in five years the  house would have slid too far south and collapsed. The bedrock under this house is apparently on a southern tilt, and any structure, from a house, shed or barn to a compost bin or fence, will eventually tilt or lean or drift in the same direction.   We even had the power company replace a power pole in the yard because it had begun to lean south as well, and since it was the pole nearest the house,   at some point it would overbalance...and now, ten years later, the new pole is beginning that same southern tilt.  Sigh.

It's like a moveable feast. No matter what you do, something, somewhere, is creeping up behind you, ready to fall or drip or come undone at 2 AM, or come down with a crash and the dreaded tinkle of broken window...

But the day is thundering toward us when this old house will be somone else's old house (with all those wonderful restrictions in the Conservation Easement),  and even though I know and like the people involved,  I also know that there is nothing they will do  here, for whatever reasons, that I will approve of.   Being aware of that helps, immensely.  When I leave here, whether I'm driving or being carried out,  I don't want to know what they do, what they plan to do, or see the cool pictures.  No, please, no.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Time, gentlemen ( T13)

Waiting for...

a phone call
the pot to boil
the other shoe to drop
the check, please
the last taxi
the light to change
the lights to come back on
Xmas morning
the rain to stop
the snow to start
the doors to open
everyone to go home

Thursday 13

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

If this keeps up...

There will be four actors left in Hollywood, no producers and damn few "celebrities"

Trouble is, once something like this gets rolling, it's hard to tell who really belongs on the bandwagon and who just hitched a ride because they like the attention. 

It becomes a judgement call, about what constitutes harassment, or flirting, or affection, or accidental bumps in the hallway,  and what started out as mutual but apparently went bad quickly is now one person's way of getting revenge (and don't some people  have LONG fishing rods when it comes to revenge) 3 or 5 or even 10  years later.  I think the magic word is "perspective". 

My perception of  rape, or groping, or affection, will be vastly different than someone else's. It has to do with your age, your comfort zone, and your sense of self . 

I applaud those women who come forward, it takes a lot of courage to do that, to admit that they were treated this badly.  I just hope it doesn't become a feeding frenzy for disgruntled women who were denied movie roles, or raises, or were fired or never called back for a second interview--or were turned down if THEY made the first move.

Part of the problem is that women have been taught to be polite, to 'respect their elders' and those in a position of authority.   My mother always said,  'listen to the doctor, he knows what's best".  No, mother, not always.  We have to unlearn that kind of teaching when confronted with something that makes us queasy, or uncomfortable.  We have to learn to say "no" as if we mean it.

"No" is one of the hardest things to say, for a woman. Not "I don't THINK so..." or "not really" or "not now" or "probably not..."  all of those mean "no" to any woman, but they mean "maybe" to a man.  Saying "no" without qualifiers feels abrupt, brusque, and rude.   Saying it to someone who has the power to hire or fire you sounds like instant career suicide, and often is--he knows it, too, and uses that as a lever. 

One word. That's all it takes. No drama, no whiney sounds.  Just a good, solid "NO."  and leave. 

Monday, December 18, 2017

Change? Again?

Change is not necessarily a good thing, especially when it comes to your overly enthusiastic besties at the bank.  Every time they implement a fun new way to update, upgrade, and simplify your accounts it ends up in a puddle where the freezer used to be.

We have been presented with an updated version of online banking which leaves me cold and trembling.  I have no idea what, or why, and I do wish they'd stop.

I can see that sooner or later we will be receiving one of those plain brown wrapper type envelopes that you always have to retrieve from the trash because...oh don't suppose...and sure enough they have sent you a new debit card.  Artfully hidden in a throwaway envelope that looks like it came from Mutual of Osaka...

Friday, December 15, 2017


It means different  things to diferent people,  sometimes as large as a 30 acre estate or halfway house or church, sometimes as small as a child's bed where they burrow into blankets and dream.  It's a kind of Safe Place, not necessarily from danger,  but personal.

A place where all your tools or toys or dreams are kept in one area. No one disturbs them.

I've never been much for personal rooms, since the house I live in is as much an overall personal space for me as anything--but even my bedroom at home was far from a sanctuary, since Mother invaded it regularly, snooped in my bureau, read my diaries.  It was my space,  but in name only.

And I've always wondered at people who have untouchable spaces,  sewing rooms, or craft areas, or even tool sheds or home offices.  This summer I found mine, and never realized it until recently.  It's sort of a movable feast, and right now it's a sewing place in the dining room. Sewing machine, ironing board,  the dining room table covered with a thin rug to keep it from scratches since it's my temporary cutting table.  Light, heat, storage, space.

Now I get it. When you enter that space, you claim it as yours. You know where everything is, and why it's there.  My husband's workshop is that way, he has chisels and carpenter's planes there that go back to his grandfather's time,  as well as his own stuff.  He can walk out there, and say,  did you use one of my screw drivers today?  He doesn't mind, but he knows immediately if it's missing or moved.

Do you have a space like that, that works  for you?

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Burning the Chia Pet (Thursday 13)

Sunday Afternoon

bigger than it looks, it's about 8 feet high and maybe 16 feet across

Monday morning

 annnnd then it snowed, now  we can burn
 always into the wind, never with it
burns much cleaner that way  
and you're not so apt to annoy the trees at the edge of the forest 
 notice the photos are being shot from further away,  lol

 this is my favorite shot, that tongue of fire...

Monday afternoon
took about three hours from start to finish

I am, by the way, ridiculously pleased with the way this thing burned.  I think it's the best one yet.


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Sometimes the right hand thinks it's a left foot

Our electric company (who outdoes itself in customer service) has come up with the kind of program that sounds, at first read, like a good idea. 

Then you read it again and realize that maybe....not...

They are now in the process of implementing a program that will enable them to contact you in email or text when you have a power outage. So you are aware that you HAVE a power outage.

I can just see someone firing up the computer after the lights come back on, to find a message from the power company, informing you that there's a known outage in your area and it should be restored in about three  hours.  "Aha" you say, "that explains why the lights wouldn't work" 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

o boy it's snowing

o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing
o boy it's snowing

ookayyyy enough of that.  Can we have spring, now?

Thursday, December 7, 2017

alphabet soup x 2 (T13)

harry houdini

suzanne somers

barry bonds

billie burke

betty boop

bugs bunny

charlie chan

tommy tune

arthur ashe

joanie jett

roger rabbit

roy rogers

jack jones

Thursday, November 30, 2017

where ARE you (Thursday13)

1. trying to get from here to there

2. in the middle of nowhere

3. between a rock and a hard place

4. over the hill

5. under the weather

6. traveling light

7. taking the long way home

8. living  life in the slow lane

9. caught in the middle

10. out to lunch

11. at the bottom of the barrel

12. beyond all reason

13. on the right page in the wrong book


Thursday, November 23, 2017

I've had better days (Thursday13)

1.  all thumbs

2. at sixes and sevens

3. two left feet

4.  in a blue funk

5. tied up in knots

6.  under the weather

7.  ham-handed

8.  one foot in the grave

9.  in over my head

10.  too much information...

11.  tongue-tied

12.  how much?

13.  butterfingered

New Thursday 13

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

he's gone. he left me alone with the new phone


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

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
but lost
I lost the chance I never knew I had
to make you real once more

Friday, November 17, 2017

Crowd Control, Feline Division

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.

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.  

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Thursday 13

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...

 back field

 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

Saturday, November 4, 2017

I now have a new SmartPhone (6ws)

When the mister decides
he knows how to use it
and what all the buttons do
maybe I'll get to play with it too

Friday, November 3, 2017

The gift that just keeps giving and giving...

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. 

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

power's back

a full day earlier than we were expecting. 

What a treat to flip that switch and have a light come on!

They don't pay those power crews enough, for what they do...

Monday, October 30, 2017

Living better electrically

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

Saturday, October 28, 2017

danger danger will robinson

It's okay, I think, something happened and blogger has deleted all of my followers, I have no  idea why.  All I get is a 502 error in the terribly empty box.    So I didn't do it, and maybe they'll come back.  (sobbing)

When You Wake From A Dream (6WS)

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
and fear
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

Monday, October 23, 2017

I miss TV

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 was free,  if you wanted a program you changed the channel without bothering with a menu or 200 choices.

It worked.

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.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Cat Doors

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. 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

No matter which way geese fly (6WS)

autumn or spring,
north or south,
they're always  heading home

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Abuse of the system

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.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Thursday 13

what's scarier: 
watching the news 
and knowing--
or not watching it 
and wondering


Monday, September 11, 2017

Pratchett and Baxter

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...

Sunday, September 10, 2017

The World's Most Boring TV

One of the better Ted Talks, and one of the funnier ones. Worth the trip over to see it.

Weather Elves

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.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Poem for a Six Word Saturday

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

Sunday, September 3, 2017

ve haf been assimlated

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?

Saturday, August 26, 2017


I am on overload right now
and my poor brain is addled enough
with rearranging furniture in two rooms
(soon to be three)  and finding new homes
for old stuff,  and there comes a time when
you really have to settle back and stop
trying to ride two or three sets of roller skates
at the same time.
I just knew this was going to happen.  The upside
is,  by the end of the madness I will have lost
nearly 30 pounds (oh yay me) and if you put that
in monetary terms,  I feel like I've been working out
daily at the local gym for three months.  For freeeee.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Film pretty soon but not yet

Apologies.  It's been a busy month.  We contracted to have someone put up a ceiling in the dining room (which as been bare board laths since I took down the old plaster decades ago),  partly because neither of us has the courage, skill set, or tools to put up a new one. We thought it would be easier to hire it out.  ahahaha.   He is also offering to do one wall that was never finished.  All the plaster had to be lifted and dug out, I had to insulate the spaces,  all the ceiling bits had to be knocked down, and ALL the furniture removed.  Getting it moved out was easy. Finding new temp homes for it was not.

He just finished, three days of non-stop sanding, priming, wallboard.   I've never seen anyone work that steadily for that many hours and not even be winded.

Monday the chimney cleaners show up to clean all three flues.  That means they need space around them to work their magic. Not a lot, but some. That means that now  the ceiling guy is done we can move a bit of furniture back into the dining room to make room for the chimney cleaners.  gassp gassp

Three  days ago the guy with the gravel arrived and started spreading gravel all over our slightly deteriorating driveway.   He and the ceiling guy met but it was cool.

When the smoke and dust clears, I will still have two cords of wood to stuff in the woodshed and about three more to stack outside.

Yes, thank you, I have discovered that 'muscle memory' is a real thing,  if a painful one, and I have probably lost a good ten pounds in the process.

After my husband is done painting the ceiling the proper shade of not-quite-white  I will be able to move stuff in a bit more quickly.

Seekrit I learned a LONG time ago:  pick one skill and be terrible at it.   Mine is paint rollers.  I hate painting ceilings with rollers, and the only way to get around that is to excel at  being bad. Drives him crazy.  snrk snrk.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

The Old Man and the Machine (6WS)

When a man has a tractor that plows snow, and a bucket for lift, carry, and dig,  and also has the great god Hydraulics,  he's happy.  Now, he says,  I can plow snow.  I can dig holes. I can move rocks and dirt and wood.

Then he discovers that there is also a machine  that can be Modified. It will not only plow and dig and carry, it can lift almost anything if you have enough rope and chain and hooks, it can carry boulders, and dig deeper holes.  Instead of just plowing, it can now blow snow.

And lo, it has Attachments. He can now grade dirt roads, pull tree stumps, split wood and then carry it away.  And if he's at all creative with acetylene torches and welding,  he can accessorize it with hooks and mounts and brackets.

However, (you just knew there was a However) it now enables him to envision projects that he "always wanted to try"  and as long as he has enough chains and lifting mechanisms and a really good set of rollers and crowbars, and engine hoist,  (and a doubtful but willing wife) he can get himself in the most god-awful messes that ever were.  To be fair, so far he has managed to escape permanent Mess status...

Moral: Sometimes our reach exceeds our grasp and it might be time to buy another length of chain.


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Quantify (T13)

1. Too much

2.  Almost enough

3. Oh, maybe one more

4. There's a bit left over

5. Not quite

6. Not yet

7. More or less

8.Less is more

9. Half full

10. Practically empty

11. It's  half finished

12. Not nearly enough

13. This will have to do


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Disclaimer, warning, whatever you want to call it 👷

For the past few weeks Ive been getting  daily "Anonymous" posts sent to me in email (which is where all the blogger posts go, before they end up here) for evaluation.  so far everyone of them has run along the lines of "this is amazing writing, I am encouraged so much by what you say and I am planning on starting a blog of my own..."   Delete, block.  👽☁

Anyone who makes an anonymous post will be blocked.  Unless (and this is important) they are someone legitimate having a bad hair day and can't get their post stuff to work the way it should.  in that case, email me and say, hey, this is X and im trying to post, etc etc. and I have no problem with that.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

13 the hard way


     s i x
   u   t
t hree
w     n    e
one        l
    i     twelve
    g        v      
    h    s  e


Saturday, July 8, 2017

Wasn't it just Saturday--oh. right. (6WS)








Thursday, July 6, 2017

July 6 1968 Anniversary

He (almost) always remembers the card, I only remember when I SEE the card, propped up on the table, or in front of my computer.  I did catch him out one year, when we both forgot, and I remembered first,  about a week later.

 I can't believe it's been 49 years.

We don't do a fancy dinner, we don't do flowers or gifts, it's a marker day,  the way birthdays are, but we rarely make a big do about it.  It just is.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Spellcheck, where are you when we need you (Thursday13)

(Or, rather, "spelchek ware r u wen we need u)

bear bier beer bare bayer

tear tier tare

pair pear peer pare

right rite wright write

ware where we're were

flour flower (and if youre from the south) floor

holey holy wholly

you're your yore

heir hair here hear

bore boar boor

four fore for

whale wale wail

desert desert dessert

new thursday 13

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Billy Collins "Forgetfulness"

Thank you to Boud for reminding me about this delightful poem about the way the mind turns on us, one cell at a time...

Billy Collins "Forgetfulness"

There is even an audio if you prefer to listen. Frankly I think  he writes better than he reads,  but it's still a good poem...

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

It's only Monday and already it's way too interesting...

The older I get, the harder it is for me to deal with phone calls.  Oh, I love getting them, I just have trouble making them.  This morning I had to Deal With The Bank, and change my debit card, because the wind apparently shifted at one point and just to be sure, they issued me a new card, which I had to activate on the phone.  I hate this.

I did just fine with the card itself, and then it came to date of birth,  Now I should know this, right. I looked at what was the expiration date and it looked like a good birth date (my husband's actually) so I started in on that, suddenly realizing it wasn't mine at all and I had no idea what mine was.

So I hung up and started over.  This time we got allll the way to the end,  I was still sitting upright, even remembered my password.   Then I had a nap.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

I feel like I'm chasing cats ( 6WS)

I feel like I'm chasing cats
that refuse to come in at dark.
Every inducement falls flat
and there is no special food,
no honeyed tone or stern command,
to force a cat--or a poem--
to come when called.
You have to wait it out
listen for the scratch at the door
that says, it's cold, it's raining,
let me in.
And sometimes
leaving it out all night
in the dark
is the only thing that works.


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

monday, monday

Two weeks ago  Monday was a party at a cousin's house,  an all-out, catered, band-playing celebration for a son who just got his PHD in one of the nuclear sciences (and that is as close as I can get to it)--it was an outdoor party, replete with a food tent, the band, local caterers,  the honored son, 100 or so of their closest friends and relatives, and rain.

No one seemed to mind.  The six grandkids, all under the age of 5, had a wonderful time running and running and running...the band, all over the age of 60, had a wonderful time playing and playing and playing for well over 6 hours straight...

Before we left home I debated if maybe a heavy sweater might be too much, and brought along a felt jacket too, just in case it got chilly.  lol.  I don't think it  got much above 40 all day.  We all huddled in the tent with the heater until the band cranked up and then we all  huddled a bit further away.

By six o'clock I had consumed three cheeseburgers,  at least six bakery cupcakes (the kind with the GOOD icing), and little else.  I could no longer feel my fingers, and my husband, mr. "I love the cold weather" finally admitted he was actually cold too.  It rained harder.  But it was fun, and I'd not have missed it for the world.   =)

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Last year, closets; this year, books (6WS)

Cleaning out, one bit at a time.
All the books I've read but will never read again
all those books I got three pages into  and put back on the shelf;
books on gardening, national parks, philosophy
and gruesome murders--as with the 48 year old
wedding stuff, if I didnt like it on the first read, time has not improved
the flavor.  I would love to do away with the Autocad 2000
manuals, the Win ME and Win 98 books, but that's not my
province, and Im sure he'd notice.
As a bonus (in a way) Im finding books I don't recall reading
and want to see if I like it enough to keep.  Im accumulating
enough books on the 'to be read' shelf to take me through
an entire year.
I'll let the Salvation Army decide what to do about Longfellow's
Collected works....


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Scary, scary

Earlier today in a fit of "let's clean house" in here I hit the  google browse button and deleted all my browsing history.  All of it. 20K citations.  What I didnt realize was that meant all of my passwords to anything and everything.

I got in a spitting contest with Blogger wherein I would enter my password and they would say, oh, I don't THINK so...and then ask me to create a new password, send me a verification letter and then tell me my passwords didn't match.

(cue sobbing in background).  After a half hour of this I started checking other sites and sure enough not a single password was working.  Some were easy, some I am still trying to figure out.  Went into Blogger Help, finally, and got an old password to work, and presented the problem there.  I don't know if it was a glitch on both our parts or not, but suddenly the password (lol whatever it is) is working and Im in.  By tomorrow, who knows.

It shouldnt matter that much, but it does. After this many years,  it becomes a part of who I am. As your blogs are a part of you.

Pardon me, I think I shall go have a lie down and then try to get the damn cat in.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Yahoo not...

It would appear that Yahoo is being swallowed by Verizon. In thinking back, it was almost inevitable this would happen, as the company  for years has been shrinking its services, shortchanging its customers, and now is basically dumping us.
I have no idea what to do.

Flick'r has 222 of my photos.  I don't store them there, no worries, but if Yahoo goes, does Flick'r?  it's become one of the more accessible places to post photos on the web.  I have (and so do a lot of other people) about a bazillion email addresses with varying names for various endeavors.  Luckily they so botched up Messenger this time I got out of the habit of it.

For now, Im going to wait and see what Verizon does to us. It may be awful, (the rending of clothes and bare flesh kind of awful) or seamless.  Somehow I don't think  'seamless' holds out much hope.

I read the TOS, and by the fourteenth paragraph my eyes glazed over, and I gave up.

I feel sorry for people who are submerged in the email package,  that can be a nightmare when you have to change your email addy--again--

If anyone has suggestions about how to transfer this blog to a new email address, please let me know. I have read everything I can find, and apparently the bottom line is, you don't get a new email addy and attach it to the blog,  you move the blog TO it.  yeah, I know. That made my eyes water too.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

we're not lean mean fighting machines anymore T13

when you have to have help reaching  your shoe laces

or getting up from a kneeling position (which is what happens when you don't HAVE help tying your shoelaces

or when you fall over in the store trying to drag yourself up from a crouch (the stuff you want is always at ankle level, ever notice that?)

when you need a step stool to reach the shelf you could reach a year ago without help

and the stool replaces the chair you can no longer use

when you go through all of this and realize you are up there in the dust and cobwebs with no idea why, except that it was important

and find yourself washing the upper shelves instead

when everything you need/want is either downstairs or upstairs but rarely where YOU are and by the time you've negotiated the stairs you've forgotten what you were going for

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror as you  head for the shower--(the mirror is now much higher)

you give away two thirds of  your clothes because they have all shrunk

you impress yourself by remembering how to start the mower after a year's hiatus

the elderly bag boy wants to help you with your groceries

people find seats for you at parties and bring you food you don't like or can't eat

Thursday 13

Monday, May 15, 2017

Weather Update

Two mornings ago as I peered through the torrential rains, I noticed that the temperature outside was a hearty 33 deg.

This morning as I peered through the torrential rains I noticed that it had risen dramatically, all the way up to 36.

Mt. Washington (which is our weather god here) had a foot of snow last weekend,  and places north of here had six inches overnight.

The peepers are back, singing their little lungs out, the birds have been spotted wearing color coordinated rainwear, and the grass she grows and grows...

What I did notice, which is extremely cool, the colors across the field mimic and mirror the colors in the fall.  The red maples have new little red buds, the new birch and beech leaves are yellowish, and it looks like a pale imitation of what's to come next fall.

Liz, I think this is your nor'easter. Thank you.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

6 rainy weeks, 6 sunny days (6WS)

--out of 42 days since the beginning of April (remember that april fool's day blizzard) we have had sun in varying amounts six different times.  It was very exciting.

Not, mind you, that I'm complaiing,  at this point there is no such thing as too much rain (and I may live to regret that statement as we paddle away) and the trees are just soaking it up.  So am I.


Thursday, May 11, 2017

Waiting for... (Thursday 13)

1.  the pot to boil
2.  the other shoe to drop
3.  Godot
4.  the answer
5.  the last bus
6.  the light to change
7.  inspiration
8,  pay day
9.  retirement
10, the lights to come back on
11. Xmas morning
12. the guests to arrive
13. the guests to go home

Thursday 13

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

three little words--

that never solve anything but somehow absolve the user of  any extra effort:




I call them weasel words.  "I should really wash that floor, but...
                                           "I could call, but what's the point?"
                                           "We would, if we could find a baby sitter, but..."

And all of them include 'but' in the job description.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Scams 'R' US

Over the past five years I have received phone calls from both the state fire fighters and state police departments (apparently) requesting donations to 'help".  When I hesitate, they get pushy. One guy actually hung up on me. aha, I thought.

The calls often begin with a folksy warm voice, thanking me for all my help in the past (excuse me), and wanting to know what I might be willing to donate this year.  Sometimes they just drop the phone and leave me listening to dead air when I say no.

This afternoon I got one from the  Policemen's Benevolent Association wanting to know how much I was planning on donating to their fund to help out the families of officers killed in the line of duty.


Been thinking about that, so I did a search online. There has not been but one officer killed in the line of duty in this state in over five years.

 Then I went into this site:
sure enough, the first thing listed was "officers killed in the line of duty" and aggressive behavior on the part of the caller.

If you're not comfortable turning someone down like that,  tell them you give locally, you're on a fixed income, and if they give you crap, THEN you hang up before they do.

I can never get warm enough (6WS)

There comes a point in every year where the body no longer cheerfully accepts 68 or 65 as tolerable (as in, "Just put some socks on and a sweater, you'll be fine") and no matter how close you stand to the stove or how you inch the thermostat up to 70 or 72, sit in the sun or lean against a radiator,  you can never quite get warm enough.

What was tolerable from November to April is now totally inadequate.

I think of it as the equivalent of  muscle fatigue, and the muscles you've been using for so long to lift stuff suddenly rebel and go on break.  This appears to be what happens in the spring, to your own personal thermostat.

Enough, already, the body says,  let's give us some warmth, here.  No, not that sissy stuff, I'm talkin' 80s, serious heat.  Sun, sunburn, sweat.  We ready.   Me too.


Saturday, April 29, 2017

Phrases/encouragement I could live without 6WS

1. "oh, of course you  do" when you have just said you don't: "no thank you, I dont care for broccoli,/ asparagus,/ deviled eggs,/ or shoestring potatoes" or whatever you are passing up for whatever reasons you may have.
Usually accompanied by a generous helping being dumped on your plate to emphasize what a fussy eater you are.

2. "you dont need to diet, LOOK at you you're skinny as a rail"  when someone has just said, "I'm on a maintenance diet, lost 137 lbs and I want to keep  it off",  and almost invariably spoken by someone who yes, does need to lose weight  and weight loss, by anyone else, she feels, make her look like Man Mountain Dean.

3. "you really need to exercise a bit more, come ON, slowpoke, lets get some muscle going" when you have just said, "The doctor warned me about too much running, skiing, leap frogging, etc." "it might pull my stitches out" accompanied by a sharp tug on the arm and a forced gallop that you can only break by falling down and forcing them to let go of you.

4. "dont be silly, you'll look just fine in the photo,  just SMILE" when you have just said, I do NOT want my photo taken, tyvm..."  and their disappointment, accompanied  by "well, you probably should have combed your hair a bit"

5. The man who sits behind you at a red light and toots at you to 'go ahead, go ahead' as if you were
able to leap six cars and soar to the front of the line

6. The old gentleman who gives you that automatic 'beepbeep' the instant the light turns green, and if  he is behind you through more than three lights you can understand how road rage got its name...


Saturday, April 22, 2017

flavored water, yum

We go to such lengths to make sure our cats and dogs  have clean fresh water in nice bowls...if a spider lands in it, there are tears and screams.

Right now it's pouring rain. The driveway is a muddy hollow with lovely deep pools of  water-the-car-drives-through.  Toby is out there right now, drinking it dry. Pure, muddy, manna.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Just in under the wire (gasssp gassssp)

muffin top
mutton chop
chop shop
crop top
carrot top
rag top
black top
copper top
flip flop
flat top
Big Top

Census records

These things are a scandal, truly.  Over time I've had a chance to use them, both the 1940 records and much earlier ones.  The people who recorded this stuff could not spell, nor did they much care.  The records are sloppy, hard to read, and inaccurate as all get out.

I just checked out my father-in-law's 1940 census record, and they had him down  in three  different places married to three different women named Doris. Each last name was spelled differently, which made them three different women.  His father's middle name was spelled Carroll, Carral, and Carrall, depending on who was writing it down and who was interpreting it.

In earlier records, which used to be available to the general public,  they have amateurs interpreting the findings, and they have no idea about older names.  One of the names that got my dander up is an old Biblical name, Shuah.  The census takers got it right, but the interpreters insisted it had to be a "p" and so the name became, for all time, Spuah.  oh, please.

I fear for us all when the days of cursive READING have disappeared forever, about ten years after cursive writing has gone.  Those few people who can still figure it out will be considered wizards and brilliant and command great gobs of money, and no one will be able to tell them if they got it wrong or not.


In the 1970 census we happened to be in California at the time but  were still residents of NH.  When the form came in the mail it stated uncategorically that if you were not a resident of the state you were in, do NOT fill out the form.  Cool. We were in the middle of packing to come back anyway.

 A week later a census taker appeared at the door and insisted we MUST do this.  So we did.  When we got back to NH a month after,  there was a census form in the mailbox, and a warning that we must only take the census in our home state.  A census taker arrived soon, and we did the census all over again.  Nearly at gun point.

My mother in law, who valued her privacy deeply where the gummint was concerned, got the nice fat full census and threw it in the fire. Refused to answer all those "personal" questions.  I have never seen a full census, but apparently it's quite extensive. Maybe this next time, eh.

Monday, April 17, 2017

There's a pattern here

Last week I went to the dentist to have three teeth filled. Took about an hour.  No pain, no discomfort, lots and lots of painkiller.  This afternoon I got a call from the dentist's office, a woman with a teeny kindergarten voice, wanting to know if I was okay.
er, yeah...
well, she said, we wanted to make sure you weren't in any discomfort or pain after your procedure. Are you sure you're all right?

yes ma'am I am.

"Oh GOOD.  Have a wonderful day. 'bye."
Last week we got a brochure for a new Senior Living development, the kind of fancy place where you choose the colors,  the placement of applicances, and even the appliances themselves.  I had a friend who lived in a place like that, and I will admit they are truly lovely.  They even give you choices for counter heights.  bathroom fixtures, and (if you ask nicely) crown molding.   The prices for all of this are astonishing.  And scary.

a few months ago we were contacted by a local cleaning agency wanting to know if we would be interested in having someone come in once a week or so and clean house for us. It didn't dawn on me why, until just now.

And more often than not, now when I buy groceries they ask me if I want help putting the stuff in the car...

We are being treated as if we were Elderly.  White haired, fragile, cane-wielding, elderly.  I'm amazed Meals on Wheels hasn't gotten to us.  maybe next week.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Scary things you never want to encounter online (T13)

1.  You need to change your password or your account will be terminated

2.  This is not the correct password for this account

3.  That name has already been taken. Try again (it's my name, dammit, I used it yesterday)

4.  Booting up into a black, blank screen.

5.  The program has stopped responding. Please contact the program administrator...(we're sorry, the site is down. Please contact us using the following URL... we're sorry, that URL seems to not be working.  The site is down, Contact us using the following URL...)

6. Blue screen of death  The nice tech support man is in India and learning English one slow word at a time.  Most of what he says is accompanied by the sound of turning pages.  None of it  is intelligible.

7. We have upgraded our site, you need to change your password; (twelve letters and numbers, no two consecutive, with at least one special character. )

8. "You do not have access to this site"

9. We are a virus and we have disabled your virus program, your email, and are holding your little puppy for ransom.

10. You boot up after a long day, ready for whatever is out there, and there is no internet.  No lights are flashing. There is no online and the service guy won't be available for two days.

11.  All and I do mean all of your passwords have disappeared.  Including the ones that let you in.

12.  Your bank won't let you in, because you used the incorrect password. They suggest you visit the nearest 'live' bank, which happens to be three hundred miles away.

13. You just got a notice from a collection agency about a  product you never heard of, telling you if you don't pay your overdue bill immediately they will be attaching your house, your car, and your first born child. Turns out it's the right name, wrong state.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

It doesnt have to make sense, it just is

Years ago, this little white cat named Albert became friends with all the wildlife around, from woodchucks to porcupines, and there wasn't an animal he didn't think he could be friends with--

until the day he woke at dawn and saw, from the east window, these delightful teeny deer (perspective is all, isn't it) grazing in the field.  He leaped from the bed, ran downstairs, flap went the cat door, and I saw  him walking very very fast across the lawn toward his new future friends.

As  he got closer, they got bigger. Much much bigger.  He slowed a bit, and they suddenly noticed this strange creature racing toward them.  The head doe stared at him as he got closer, and then made that 'hanh' snorty warning sound. He slowed a bit more, and then she stamped at him.  Oops.
He turned without breaking stride into a perfect U-turn and headed back to the house, ears back, now, and not happy.  Flap wemt the cat door, and baaack up the stairs, to sulk on the bed and think about this.

Since then, and that was a good 15 years ago or more, we have not had a cat that could so much as sit on the porch without causing general irritability in grazing deer.

This morning Toby and Charlie were both on the porch, and there were deer (those teeny deer again)  grazing in the same relative area--from a distance of maybe 100 yards or more--neither group had seen the other.  The Charlie stood up and stretched and heads came up.  He walked down the steps, and Toby followed.  There were several snorts and hanhs  and the cats turned and looked, and when they did, all four deer turned and flashed the white tail signal, bounding off into the woods.

My theory is, deer, like most animals, pass along information in some way to other members of the herd, and to their young. "this is good to eat, that will kill ya",  "these are safe places to feed, but not those'.  and apparently, "small unidentified furry creatures with long tails are to be avoided.  We don't know why, but they threaten us."

Thursday, April 6, 2017

ahem: T13

1. peak means a mountain peak or pointy top (as in a hat with a peak):
pique means annoyance
peek means to look, ("i took a quick peek at the first page")

2. 'role model" not "roll model" unless you are built like a muffin
and are looking for work as a bakery item

3. "I don't know, right?"  Or the abbreviated IDK?  what does this MEAN

4.  I saw someone online the other day saying he was going out to get desert.  Amazing the difference when you drop a letter or two.  You  can eat IN the desert (and dessert if you want to) and you can desert your dessert in the desert, but anyone bringing home a desert for a snack needs a really large U-Haul truck.

5. "witnesses arrived to the scene..."   I've begun seeing this more and more, and it makes
me jump every time.  You can go to something,  or arrive at  but you never "arrive to"...  Yet. Unless, in your travels, you "arrive to join the party"

6. mussel is a particularly shaped clam,  muscle is er, a muscle. not the same thing, please.   After reading a very detailed blog about the 'muscles" along the river's edge I just plain lost interest,  sadly. It's a shame when one word can kill an entire blog.  Once is a typo.  Twice is not.

7. a lot means a whole bunch. "alot"  means youre not paying atention. =)

8.  "back in the day".  I have been hearing this for years, by people who are articulate, well read, all kinds of things.  I know what it means, by why is it necessary?

9.  When in  doubt, don't  throw an apostrophe at it.  The possessive "s" is always a mystery, even to me. I have been known to march clean around the barn just to avoid the front door with the Possessive S on it.  But there are time's when you do have to wonder ju's't why anyone doe's this'.    Stop it.

10. If you don't know, look it up. There really is no excuse (and this is where Spell check DOES help) for some words--Caesar is always spelled this way, no matter how much we don't want to believe it. Rogue is not a synonym for Rouge. Trust me.  Nor is Tounge an alternate spelling for anything.

11.  "Always" is never spelled "allways".  All ways is never one word.

12. "alright" is not a word.  "all right" is.

13.  The man who invented Dunkin' Donuts (may he rest in a soggy grave for this) changed forever the way we spell doughnut, in the same way that Stephen King gave credence to 'cemetary" (if he spelled it that way it must be right, right?   Noooo.)

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