Suek wants to know more about the Fitbit. She’s thinking about getting one, and asks if it’s making a difference. Yes, yes it is. Some general comments. I have had mine– an Inspire HR– for just over four weeks. (Mr. Big Food has had his– a Versa Lite– for about two weeks.) There is a
I have no excuse for not posting anything meaningful for such a terribly long time. I have at least a half dozen or more. But first! Saturday Dear and Faithful Reader and Commenter, SueK– seeing that I hadn’t even posted anything from The Week in Pictures– took it upon herself to keep up this tradition.
Ice dye. Beautiful, ain’t it? Created by Miss M.
Comment left just now by faithful reader, Suek. Well… if you’re not going to post the Powerline joke for the week… _Somebody_ has to!!! That made me laugh out loud. And also shamed me. Here’s the picture! Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures.
So the other day Missy plowed into me on our way to the hidden pasture and I twisted my ankle. Missy is a Smart Dog. But she failed to define the parameters of the space she was negotiating. She knew it immediately as I fell. Anyhoo. Who wants to talk about sprained ankles? R.I.C.E. is
We had lunch at a very pleasant soup & sandwich shop in downtown Pittsburgh the other day. Italian wedding soup was on the menu, and it was delicious. Filling. Just the right meld of late winter and hope for spring (it’s the spinach). So– with some substitutions b/c I did not have orzo (but I
It comes down to whether your worldview is angry enough, because anger is the only possible response to the world; the anger is fueled by impotence, which is shunted off into blame, which mixed with impatience and a soupçon of despair, and before you know it you’re in the bar after work in Manhattan having
It is a debate that has torn the nation in two, ripped friends and family apart, and entrenched deep and uncrossable lines throughout the land. Should the Royal Mint have used an Oxford comma on its Brexit 50p piece? Three million coins bearing the slogan “Peace, prosperity and friendship with all nations” are due to
It’s COLD here. Like in the teens. How do you people suffer this for months and months? We were running Starkvegas errands the other day. It was mid-January. The temperature was 65-70. What a dilemma! 65-70. Flip flops. Mid-January. Winter boots. My unscientific analysis of my observations put it at about 50/50 flip flops to
Nothing. Went out with a flashlight. Bonnie is still squacking, and she and Clyde are on their way to the shed. Jack is tagging along behind. On a related Spring note– I thought I heard a faint peep the other evening and this evening there’s no denying it. The peepers are out!
There is no lamb yet.
What do you think? She will not shut up. She’s got what looks like an utter to me. And her rear is seriously swollen. Good grief. I have no idea how to turn that around. Please twist your head. Thanks!
Via Ace of Spades HQ Saturday Morning Coffee Break
This post is part of the Bookshelves series in which I pick a a few random crappy old books from one of the not as many as I need bookshelves here at the Farm and thumb through it. The Art of Dining: A History of Cooking and Eating. Sara Paston-Williams. The National Trust. Harry N.
Mr. Big Food and I have a paper forthcoming in a book. Yadaya. Publishers want some AutoBio stuff. Here you go. “One of us asked the other if she remembered when she first realized she was a libertarian. She did not. After some reflection, though, she did recall when she began to understand what it
This is monumentally stupid. And pardon the rant. As I mentioned elsewhere, there’s a county lake near here. We’ve had a lot of rain. The the levee has structural problems. The levee runs N-S and has a two lane road on it. (By my measurement on google earth, the levee is about 1/10th of a
The Art of Dining: A History of Cooking and Eating. Sara Paston-Williams. The National Trust. Harry N. Abrams, Inc., Publishers, London. 1993. I mean seriously. I need a linen press. [consults the world-wide-web] I see this contraption is more accurately called a screw or napkin press.