And yes, I am cleaning off my real hunk of oak known as my desktop. Do you know what a safety water tube boiler is?
You are correct! I am cleaning off my desk! I made space for seven–7!– more books on my desktop. (And just so there’s no confusion, I’m referring to an actual real dead slab of oak.)
There’s some weather stuff happening. Tornadoes. Hail. I think the truck got dinged. It’s Real.
Please explain to me why we have Christmas at Mama’s house. Can’t someone transport Mama to the Farm? She wants a Farm. Here’s a Farm. Why can’t we Celebrate Christmas on the Farm?
Healthy deer make good venison stew. That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change. That’s just the way it is. #whoisstanleymiles?
So we’re done with all that traveling and Guest Speaker stuff. We are going to be going to Texas very soon. And then North Carolina. But for now, the five of us, and five or more of our closest (regionally speaking, as in “who within a couple hundred miles or so could you spend a
turns out, we’re tired.
Pigs’ Feet. Pigs’ Tails. 3000 watts of power. Crockpots. Lights. Satellite TeleVision. WaTER.
People know who William Faulkner was. I am curious as to why rye grass was flourishing on the left side of the walk but not the right. It’s annual rye. Looks like somebody’s– as in you had one job– made a mistake. Outside of Eastern North Carolina– and maybe the rye looks so artificial. ~~ Also,
I feel compelled to tell the truth. I killed or mortally wounded something. Dumb shit. I did not see it.
Daughter C found her dress.
That’s homemade fried polenta made out of medium grit yellow corn meal. Topped with Sicilian Tomato Sauce. And some lemon vinegar. …
Mike will be here soon.
cold, though it’s still very dry. I love College Football.
We’re back. This was a delightful beef stroganoff with mashed potatoes Mr. Big Food made for election night coverage. Today Daughter C & I baked bread, and she made a really really good lentil soup for supper. And we watched episode 4 of the Sopranos. So. Let’s catch up. Mr. Big Food and I finished
we decided that we aren’t going to … that we are going to … Supper was fabulous. We decided that we’re going to talk only about local things. The Dogs. The Garden. Tomorrow will come & go. And Rocky & Missy & Bebe & Gilbert & Tiger will thrive.
I checked in with my Grandson. He’s the cutest living thing you’ve ever seen. Not that you all weren’t the cutest living things in your own time but c’mon. He’s cute. Mr. Big Food spent some time in Atlanta being a philosopher of neuroc John. I think everyone had a good time. Neda might come
I am watching baseball. In November. Let me see if I have this right… 2016, MAN
As you may recall, about a month or so ago I proclaimed that I would just post pleasant pictures for the foreseeable future. See, for example, Just another picture What were you doing a month ago? Tomorrow, Mr. Big Food, The BartMan, Andrew, and I travel to Atlanta. Most folks know nothing about this but