Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Doesn't Everyone Have One?


This house is not 5 minutes from mine.  I may yet go over to borrow a cup of stars!

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  1. Not everyone, certainly; but our next door neighbor does...

    --Alan

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    1. Wow. Do they share with the neighbours on special occasions?

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  2. Cat--I can thoroughly recommend Herland. I think I only read it once about 35 years ago, and it remains memorable; there are many good stories I have read more recently about which I cannot say that. It is not lacking in humor.

    Alan

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  3. A functioning opposition is coming – just not from the established left[Click] Big-picture political analysis from across the pond, which certainly bears consideration here.

    —Alan

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  4. I just started reading King Solomon's Mines during a coffee/snack break; just got a fair start on the introduction, and it is hilarious! Small wonder it was such a runaway hit when it was published; the publishers who rejected it must have wanted to eat fuzzy worms and die.

    Alan

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    1. LOL Alan. There are always the unenlightened who enjoy snacking on fuzzy worms.

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  5. Finally got my taxes done. Was surprised by how much I'd overpaid my estimated taxes. On checking, I see that I based my payments on the total tax bill for 2015, when Penny worked half the year, but correctly did not assume withholding on the nonexistent income. That extra payment last year gets applied to this year's estimated taxes, of course, so it all works out in the end.

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  6. I'm still the voiceless one. I'm not fond of it. There's quite a difference between choosing to be silent and having it imposed upon you.

    I am resting, and I don't much like that either, as more and more will be waiting for me when this time of illness is done. Sigh. Tomorrow I was to meet with a seeker, then meet with my own spiritual guide. Now I can do neither. It's not just that I'd be "only" a listener. ( 😉 ) The difficulty is that I tire easily and am distracted by a raw, irritated throat (though just in the area of the voice box), and anyway the meeting is on the other side of Vermont. I do not believe I can drive that far the way I feel. I think the swelling has begun to go down. Maybe. Anyway, it feels different.

    I'm "doing the work." Today I began sipping a concoction of 2 teaspoons of apple cider vinegar and 1 teaspoon of honey mixed with about a half cup of water. It's strange but not impossible to stand. (I'm the person who sometimes gargles with diluted apple cider vinegar even when not sick.) And I started taking Olive Leaf extract capsules, as a musician friend says they work for her.

    Something has to work sometime. Or maybe this virus just has a life of its own and I'm stuck with it until it runs its course. Hopefully tomorrow will offer signs of it receding at last.

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  7. So here's a little interesting trivia note:

    The house Root*Center*Son is planning to buy (just waiting on the appraisal which is Thursday), is about 2 tenths of a mile from where we once ran out of gas. Did I ever tell you this story? It was October 27th, and we had been called to Maine to say goodbye to Mah*Sweetie's mother once again, as she was near death. We'd made the trip (with, then four, little children in tow) half a dozen times, and she kept on keeping on. We got the call to come, so we scurried over there, only to hear upon arrival that she had rallied after all. So we decided (for several good reasons) to head back home rather than take a hotel or hang out with family. However, not being late night travelers usually, we didn't realise that there would be no gas stations open along our route....at all. We ran out of gas on the side of the road in East Montpelier, but within sight of a general store and gas pump, about 4 tenths of a mile up the road. We snuggled up the best we could and the children slept, even if we barely could. At first light, Mah*Sweetie walked up to the gas station and they opened a few minutes early to help him, and pretty soon we were on our way. When we arrived home at 7:30am the phone was ringing. It was Sweetie's sister calling to tell us Mom had died.

    Yesterday we drove back over there to see the house and see if we could find the spot. Sure enough, the house is about half way between where we pulled off the road and that general store and gas station...which are still there. Root*Center*Son was our 13 month old littlest one at the time!! Who knew?! 🙃

    And the folks at the general store are still very nice. That was good to discover.

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    1. That is quite a story, or group of stories, listener. Random variation does some strange things at time, strange enough that one naturally wonders if it is merely coincidence.

      My folks had the general store in the hamlet where we lived when I was born; I was actually born in a mill town a ways off, because that was the nearest hospital. Groceries, hardware, hay feed & grain, gasoline, coal oil (dating myself--kerosene, same thing), post office, county free library; also served as a collection spot for cascara bark that some folks harvested from the woods; a buyer came up form the Bay Area once a year. I think the store must have sold alcoholic beverages too, but I don't specifically recall that. There was a saloon across the street, even though they couldn't legally call it a saloon in those days--they used the word "bar." I remember eating there with my folks once.

      --Alan

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  8. From WGGB.com

    Our high temp at Westover hit 88 degrees this afternoon! This shatters the record of 78 set back in 1945. Record highs were set all across southern New England today and we were one of the warmest.

    Thankfully, this seems to have been an anomaly and temps will return to more seasonable levels on Wednesday. But, YIKES!

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    1. Boy, that's plenty warm--and I suppose with high humidity to boot, to make it worse.

      Alan

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