You may recall that I’ve had some problems with the Weather Monitor. Turns out, it’s the sensor. You need to wack it upside with a hammer and wait about 30 seconds, and lookie there. There was but not longer is a signal. Worthless piece of crap. I’ve a good mind to bang on the fence
I thought the plant was a nice touch. Not counting those that belonged to me but were residing in the Apartment, my library of crappy old books has increased by 520. I counted. I’ll get around to inventorying them some day.
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The reflection on the floor is a good sign. That part of the floor has been mopped five times. That we’ve born down through four layers of filth is a testament to the superiority of my floor cleaning appatati & vinegar. When all is said & done, I’ll probably give it one last pass on
Here. Chief among the tasks to be accomplished in advance of the arrival of the Apartment’s new tenant is the cleaning and shelving of the books. This required the thorough changing of the those shelves on the left which have spent the past 10+ years in the garage. That was a chore, as was transporting
The other day SueK sent a link to a blog she’d found. A New Jersesian transplanted to North Carolina. Funny stuff. I can’t find the link but it is to a blog authored by someone who we both figured out was no more. Given that she was in NC, it wasn’t hard to find her
via American Digest. Well worth 11 minutes of your life.
That’s what NOAA Weather Radio is telling me this morning.
When Daughter C and the J-Man left the Farm, they left behind about 13 overflowing boxes’ worth of crappy old books. Mind, none of the books were actually in boxes when they left, they were on shelves and other surface areas of the Apartment. Months later, one of the tasks the Farmhand pretended to do
You know where it’s from. I’ll put the link up after coffee.
It is fenced in. There is fishing line randomly strewn about. I have a Yard Guard that emits ultrasonic frequencies. I have two radios tuned into noise. I spray Liquid Fence all over the freaking place. Short of putting Rocky & Missy in there for the night I am out of ideas.
[FYI: That random “iv” is a link to a reference.] Check out the comments. The articles have generated quite a bit of discussion. Turns out I’m not the only one who likes crappy old books. Final part tomorrow.
“Here Jack!” Or, if you are of a mind, “Here Kyle!”* And more often than not, he comes– especially if you have a carrot in your hand. The other day we drove the truck into the pasture and he came right up. I did learn that petting him across the barbed wire was foolish and
I entered one. We’ll see how it goes.
A. Drudge Work Monday and there’s no getting around it today. Mr. Big Food tied up one of the kitchen trash bags in preparation for the taking out of the trash and then went out to cut The Peninsula. I was employed in pepper picking. When he returned to the kitchen, Mr. Big Food discovered
That was Mr. Big Food yesterday evening– positively giddy. He said this was his favorite time of year. Moussaka with homegrown eggplant. Stuffed green peppers. Fresh lemon cucumbers for the salad. Home. Grown. Tomatoes. What would life be without homegrown tomatoes? I cannot argue with his sentiment.
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Came as a complete surprise this morning! Male. Four or five years old. Very gentle– can pet him and lead him around on a leash. So we’re in the donkey business!
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