Thursday, September 14, 2017

Thursday 13





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

Thursday13

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.

https://www.ted.com/talks/thomas_hellum_the_world_s_most_boring_television_and_why_it_s_hilariously_addictive#t-484947

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

apologies


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 23, 2017

Changing times


Husband went to the bank yesterday to deposit some money, and apparently they are now on a Credit Card sweep.  They really really wanted to have him sign  up for a credit card.  "no thanks," he said.
"But but but how do you pay for things?"
"Check, debit, or cash".  
Silence.  "but but but how do you pay your BILLS?"
"check, debit, or cash..."

This is a bank, now.  A real live bank with real  tellers.  He said the girl was stunned.  "But but but EVERYONE has CREDIT..." she said.

"No," he said. "not everyone."

And left.  Our reputation as deadbeats has been set in cement.

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.

six-word-saturday

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


Thursday13

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

     

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

T13

Saturday, July 8, 2017

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



equivocal

sequoia

delusional

education

tenacious

questionably


(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)



Sometimes
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.

6WS