OOps

 sorry, sorry, didn't mean to get your hopes up, but when I came back to view with awe all I got was a static picture with an arrow in it. Sigh.  It;s an older picture from a former camera, and it does work, just not when I want it to.  

we've all been there, and we've come back

 I have just spent the last five hours of my rapidly shortening life recovering my game, my blog, and google, all because of a nasty little virus-y thing that kept showing up and covering the entire screen, making it impossible to function. 

Mama ain't happy. 

My husband found a way to get rid of it, but in doing so he managed to shut down google (which is the engine of choice at this point) and all the nine skillion passwords associated with it. 

In a way it was like killing that tiny spider on the ceiling, but when you did, the ceiling collapsed, and all the surpises above that came down with it.  Including, apparently, every spider that ever lived. 

Im not sure im even in Blogger at this point. We shall see.  

I'm gettin' too old for this stuff.  

Why/and Why Not, eh

Because he spent more time with the cats

   than he did with me
Because the house he grew up in 

    was the one I wanted to live in forever
Because he was kind, and careful
Because he had no idea how to flirt
Because the house had front and back staircases 

     and a piano
Because we both had a lot to learn from each other
Because he never says, 

     "that's men's work" or "that's women's work"

If it was a foot race, sometimes he'd lead and sometimes I would 

      and both of us would win, no matter who got there first
And the only regret is that we won't live forever

Update:  September is here, in case no one noticed, and the days have suddenly become markedly shorter.  It's funny, this has been going on since June, but now it begins to show.

The wood is in, and we are now once again walking sideways to get through the shed.  My mother in law always said, if  she had to stack wood, she'd get a furnace instead.  If I didn't, we'd have to have a shed three times larger than what we have.

The mister has put up a god-awful staging for the winter, to make cleaning off the kitchen roof safer and easier. I suggested Onduline,  but he wouldn't hear of it.  sigh.  Men.

Colder mornings, now. Yesterday it was 40 degrees when I let the cat out, and he wasn't too pleased with it either.  He stood on the porch and meowed in all directions, and then came back in.

Blogger keeps insisting, now, that We Will use the New Blogger. And I keep insisting We Will Not.
I know who's going to win, but I don't go down without a lot of screaming and clawing at the walls, nope.  Now they let you in with the new one with the old one still an option, but the walls are narrowing.

Right now, let's just say Im being a grownup about this:

However...

danger will robinson

I may have once again shot myself in the nether regions

I was just over to Yahoo (I hate Yahoo)  and they were all alarmed that my password had been changed (at their behest, now) and they were trying find out if I was really me.  I checked. I am.

However, they wanted me to change my password. (I now have five passwords and three IDs there), They sent me a magic number to prove that was me doing that.

Then to be sure they wanted my phone number.  So I finally caved, and gave them my regular phone number. This was a mistake. They meant SMART phone.  I don't have one.  They sent it, I waited.
They sent it again,  I waited.
did you get it?  No.  "we are going to send this again, text us when you get it."

oops.  There is no way i can explain to a computer program that I do not have a smart phone and if i try to text this on a regular key pad the world will come unglued.

Since this blog runs on Yahoo, and that runs on Google, I may be taken out and shot at dawn.  If I disappear, my apologies, and it's been a long lovely trip.

For a rainy almost fall day (wood talk)

Shed's almost full. This is the 9th row (if  you squint you can see strange hieroglyphics on the left hand (whitish) wall, that say things like "10 2017" and "9 rows" ) and the front not-quite-finished row is the 9th.  One more row and the shed will be almost as full as we can stand it.  It would be nice to just load it up, but need to leave a walk way to get to the other half of the shed. It gets complicated.

My mother-in-law, who also was part of a wood burning family, always said, if she had to stack wood, she'd buy an oil burner instead, and I can sympathize with that sentiment, but I do like that sense of order and how pretty it looks all stacked up like that.   And if we were to throw instead of stack,  we'd need a shed three times this big to hold it all. 

So today it's raining, and there's still a fair amount left outside, but covered. When the rain stops I can go out and split the rest of it.  Husband showed me how to start the BobCat (the vehicle, not the cat) this year, so I have a certain amount of control over when and why and how much and how big.  

When I was a kid, there was a house and shed we used to pass on the way to town, and in the fall the front doors to the shed were usually left open to let the wood dry a bit more, and by this time of year the doorway was utterly packed with stacked wood, and it looked a lot like this.  Always impressed me. And now I have my own.  

9 rows, by the way, is about 6 cords. and a  full cord is 8'x4'x4', stacked. In case  you were wondering.  Even if you're not.  =)

This was what I would like to have done with the left over wood, but there won't be enough.  I did this years ago, and this, surprisingly, was in early December, in the days when we were lucky to get snow by Christmas.  It's round, and about 8 feet across, and when it was high enough I threw the left over wood in the center. Sort of a wood cheesecake mold.  =)