Why am I mentioning something as mundane as hedge-trimming? Oh, I don’t know . . . maybe because my grandson used an authentic Ghurka knife to assist those of us who were using clippers and snippers and a saw. I think he was born in the wrong era. Which gets me to thinking . . . I believe I’ll watch 55 Days at Peking – now that we’ve found part two. Ah, David Niven. He went to Sandhurst, you know, and was a commando during WWII. Which makes me think of the movie Sea Wolves. Oh, my, I have a busy day.
Monthly Archives: September 2008
stacking firewood
Sitting down, cooling off, drinking iced tea . . . becasue we stacked firewood this morning. A loadful. I don’t know how much that is because the fellow we buy wood from – David Reidenbach – has always sold it in loads. Maybe at one time my mother and father knew. We now have a new wood/old wood double stack by the back vestibule door and lots of dry wood in other places. I’m told it is to be a cold winter so I guess I’ll probably be ordering one more load.
I think when Summer was little she thought we were saying the back ‘vegetable’. Today she did her share of stacking and is being treated to a lunch at Wendy’s – which, of course, exists in another dimension from the PBC&R.
Later:
I’ve come back to say I’ve done my perspiring and I love the way my mind and body feel when the roots of my hair are wet from physical work in the sun.
Trinity Methodist rummage sale
Pfalzgraff – Yorktowne
Yes, that is right. Each one was 25¢.
what do they call it
You know, something comes back to haunt you. Or you hand somone a bag in a little prank and the next thing you know, you are holding the bag – unless it has a lot of money in it and then they wind up holding it . . . and you gave it to them.
Yesterday, I made a foil hat and had a little fun with Bob about it. Then Summer deciced she wanted a foil hat and so we made a couple more . . . and I put one on my head. She wandered off and then we saw that police cars were congregating on the street and went out to look . . . and someone said to me, “You have your foil hat on.”
Could Bob have engineered this?
okay, I’m a bob boob
Yes, I am foiled in my attempt to make funny at AmeliaJake, who is, by the way, the most wonderful, charming, courageous, loyal, intelligent, witty, delightful person I have ever met. I am sorry for my attempted little joke. I apologize AmeliaJake. You are the most wonderful, charming, courageous . . .
secret update
Hello there. Bob here. I managed to get a couple of quick snaps of AmeliaJake in her foil hat. The first is while we were waiting and the second is after she received the message. Oddly enough, I, Bob, heard nothing out of the ordinary – just the slow swish of the ceiling fan.
Notice the dazed look – that is how I was able to get the picture.
Aha! Twin white informational beams transfer from our receiver right to AJ. Notice the Aha eyebrow.
More later from your friend,
BOB
Diet cranberry juice
Ocean Spray now makes a cranberry juice product that has 5 calories per serving. The Light version has 40. I love cranberry juice, so I bought it. It isn’t as good as the stronger brew, but it is delightful to just drink it freely – from a nice glass with ice. I don’t know why I like to drink out of nice glasses but I do; then again, I like festive acrylic ones.
This juice may have its own potency – I feel a little “happy” so here’s someone else to carry the ball – Say hello, Bob.
“Uh . . . I’m Bob and AmeliaJake wants me to tell you hi. So “Hi”. Oh, wait, she says I don’t need quotes if I’m the one actually typing and saying stuff. So, is this a forum for me? I am thinking of becoming an ice road trucker bear. Sorry, a little free association there . . . hope this cranberry juice doesn’t stain.
Hey, look at this thing AJ and I found in a drawer. We don’t know if we should cook with it or if it is intended to receive signals from the mother ship. AJ is making us cute little foil hats to wear, just in case. We will sit here in our foil hats and stare at it and wait for instructions . . .
Must call for firewood
I forgot yesterday. Mother asked if I had forgotten; she knows me well enough not to ask if I had called. I forgot to call David for firewood – a couple of loads for me and a load for Mother, cut in short lengths for her stove. I don’t have to make a note of it here – unless I really want to forget to do it. I figure I will log in four or five times, slap my head as I realize I have forgotten and finally call.
Then it will be stacking time – making the piles of old and new. I have some wood that is oh, maybe 11 years old now, stacked by Quentin, Mother, Daddy and me. I left it for a long time, couldn’t bring myself to use it . . . and then last year thought, “Well, this is stupid.” So I have been using it bit by bit. Those are bittersweet fires; I have them when I am alone and I breathe them in. Well, shoot, now my throat’s all tight and hurting.
Tomatoes
I think I am tomatoed out for a while; the idea of placing a slice of tomato on my tongue and savoring the moment no longer appeals to me. I see a tomato on a vine and think, “Oh, another tomato.” Not that I still don’t like them – I am not to the “Oh, another tomato I have to eat” phase. Well, maybe I am. Yes, I am. I have been denying it. Odd how the truth comes out when you let your fingers have a moment of keyboard power*:
Stupid, stupid tomatoes that encourage sores in my mouth and diarrhea but I eat them anyway because they make me need, need, need their flavor. Juicy, pulpy tomato freshness . . . ambrosia for a while. Stupid stupid tomatoes
* A related manifestation of the Fist of Death Syndrome.
sniffles
A lot of us have had a cold here, and I’ve got it now. I also had a toothache, but my dentist feels it may be an old filling going bad, so Dec. 4th I will get a new one. Fortunately, and knock on wood, it doesn’t hurt of late. Oh, yeah, we also have coughs; I remembered that just now when I coughed and almost sucked my Cold-Eze into my airway. Der Bingle is a big fan of the little lozenges, so we are all using them. He bought them; he handed them to people and just a few minutes ago he dropped a handful on me. So, we suck. (cough, cough)
I have had a couple of sourdough foldovers recently – my own curative measure regarding colds . . . and anything else.
We have also been changing out the airport (Apple system) here at the PBC&R; we’ve hit some snaglets and don’t know when everything will shake out one way or another. For a while the signal was pretty shaky on the porch. Woe, woe was moi. Now we are dealing with speed issues . . . and are not certain if it is a server problem . . . or if there is a zombie computer around.
By the way, we wanted to include a picture of Jake the Hero after his power mission, but he felt some folks interested in his activities (umm, the authorities – police, FBI, CIA, Interpol) didn’t need any help in finding him. So here is a photo of his Scottish relative, aptly named, Scottish Jake.
