Sunday, September 29, 2019
Let it snow, let it blow, let it get to -20 below...We are so ready...
The last of the wood justwouldn'tfitinthe door so we stacked it outside, in front of the kitchen door. About 1 1/2 cords, and we may have set a record for split-and-stack this year. I've never seen such an empty back yard, lol.
Also boiled down about 6 pounds of fox grapes but they ended up being more like fox grape syrup, I'm not sure, but I suspect it was because I ran out of sugar.
The mister says there's lots more out there, if I want to make more...he's so generous with my time...he even offered to help. Pick. Not help sort, mash, strain...no no no. I was thinking, I"ll bet this stuff would make a great blueberry/grape jelly. If I had the blueberries.
As it is, it's going to be a great fox grape syrup. Oh...Ice cream with this stuff on top. 👍👍👍
Friday, September 27, 2019
Fantasy
There was an announcement on the news that Samuel L. Jackson was now the new voice of Amazon Alexa. That lovely baritone, rippling out of the speaker...And then I thought, if I had a choice, it wouldn't be SLJ...
Alexa, Tell Me A Story
One of the longer grey days of November. Outside a cold steady rain sliding down
the windowpanes, with an occasional splat when the wind picked up
again. And now, just before sunset, fog
adding its base notes to the music.
My coffee was nearly gone, and what was left was tepid. I wanted more, but was too rain-weary to contemplate the long ten foot walk to the kitchen to make another
cup.
When I get like this, a giddy little angel-with-a-pitchfork
wakes up, and perches itself on my shoulder.
"Alexa", I said, quietly, 'Tell me a story. In the good voice." There was a pause, and then the voice of Morgan Freeman began to slide across the
room. "What kind of story would you
like?" You could hear the smile.
See the crinkly eyes. I considered carefully; "Oh, I don't know. Maybe Little Red Riding Hood? The naughty one?"
Thursday, September 26, 2019
seasonal T13
The woodshed's full
the summer birds gone
maples changing color
it gets dark too soon
mornings are chilly
we'll be starting the stoves
already we're planning next year's clean up
the cats are growing furry
the light is different, mellower
crickets sing all day in the tall grass
acorns underfoot and fallen leaves
where are the bluejays, the crows, the robins...
I have totally lost track of time
http://newthursday13.blogspot.com/
Saturday, September 21, 2019
September Song
The wood is almost all in and so am I...
This...in July
is now this...in September
Charlie looking alert (because he can)
and yes, this is what a piano 'harp' looks like (our first major step
toward installing radiators was to get this out of the parlor.)
Thursday, September 19, 2019
How Green Was my Valley, my tree, my lawn... T13
pickle
chartreuse
olive
lime
lemon-lime
shamrock
sage
emerald
seaweed
grass
spring
seafoam
mint
http://newthursday13.blogspot.com/
Sunday, September 15, 2019
#9--Poem for a Sunday
prepositional phase
where you are right now
between away and to
is not where i am
among the leaves dancing
down along the hallways
beside and amidst the parted
grass
there will never be an after
without the before that came
before
no here no there
no way around about or through
without me, without you
the perhaps of you and I
has been overtaken by the now
why doesnt even enter into it
and that will have to wait for
spring
JT
Friday, September 13, 2019
Some days are more fun than others
For my birthday today he bought me Ben & Jerry's Caramel Chocolate Cheesecake Truffles. I was a bit nervous about it, I had the feeling Michigan J. Frog would leap out and start singing "Hello My Baby" .
Close.
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
13 signs I'm getting old(er)
1. My feet are now too far away (are my arms shrinking? Did my legs get longer?)
2. Those funny noises you make when you stand up really do help.
3. Most of my dreams I forget, and the ones I remember make me understand why I forget the others.
4. I know who you are, I just don't know why
5. When you realize that all the people you knew in highschool are NOT still that age, and if you met them now you'd have to be reintroduced...
6. When I described what hurt, and where, the doctor got that look and said, give it a few days, you'll be fine. I called him from the hospital to tell him I was okay, (now), and thank you.
7. making supper, I pick up the mixing spoon, put it down, and can't remember what I was doing. Or where the spoon is.
8. I dropped my purse on the floor in the grocery store and it took three people to help me stand up again.
9. No one ever asks for my ID for the senior discount now. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I used to make them work for it.
10. I told my husband's young cousin to stop shouting at me, I ain't deaf, sonny, and he said, WHAT?
11. I can stretch but I can't bend. Figure that one out.
12. I am now older than most doctors and all nurses, and any doctors older than I am better not come near me with sharp instruments.
13. I'm the last one standing in my immediate family, except for one rogue cousin, and I intend to keep it that way.
Bonus clip:
I can remember almost every song from the 50s, 60s, and early 70s, and like the folks on Name that Tune, I can usually get the title in three notes. What I cannot recall is what day it is now, and sometimes what month.
https://newthursday13.blogspot.com
Sunday, September 8, 2019
maybe a glimmer...
Just this morning I was reading that there are now REPUBLICAN conventions in at least two states canceling their venues. interesting.
trump
There are apparently also some Republican candidates who are about to jump in as well. Thoughts?
My own first thought is, even if the Republican candidates go under in the voting, they might be able to deflect enough votes away from--um--him, and make a serious difference. Sort of like throwing yourself under the bus to keep it from running over the puppy.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Poem for a Sunday #8
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
It was a very good year T13
1. I remembered to duck
2. The old bathing suit still fits!
3. Top of the world
4. On a winning streak
5. I've had worse days
6. At the right place at the right time
7. Drove all the way through and never got lost
8. Coming up all aces
9. Now and then, you find a 4-leaf clover
10. The baby smiled at me today for the first time
11. Every bulb bloomed
12. The haircut I paid for was the one I wanted
13. Lost the weight I wanted to lose and someone noticed...
https://newthursday13.blogspot.com
Monday, September 2, 2019
lesson learned
some time ago it was suggested that I might like to try an "extra layer" kind of anti virus program: I had always liked SpyBot, and decided to give it another try.
They've updated. They used to be a low-key user friendly site, you could configure it to suit yourself, and they did a good job of keeping the baddies out of the conputer. However.
This latest version has teeth in it, and AK47s at every window. I found out the hard way that when they clean up after you, they not only take out the spyware, they wax the floor, vacuum the dog, and hide your passwords in a secret location, where even you can't find them.
Every single program had my passwords stripped out, and a few were on the danger list. I couldn't even get close enough to them to restore the passwords.
After two days of this I decided the only thing to do would be to do what is called a 'system restore' and then shoot SpyBot. That's when I found out how much stuff they had put walls around. Removing Spybot itself was scary, the guest that will not be removed.
As God is my witness, I'll never use SpyBot again.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
5. Poem of the week--Mildred Goff
Love Story--Mildred Goff
Great-Grandfather is very old,
Nearly a hundred years, I'm told.
Once, when nobody else was there
I tiptoed up to the old man's chair.
He was was whispering, sad and slow,
"Mary...dear Mary...I loved you so..."
I left as quietly as I came.
Mary wasn't Great-Grandmother's name.
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