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