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I figured I ought to open the evening one.
I’m glad you have phone service back. But don’t get to used to it — big ice storm on the way I hear.
The last time there was a big ice storm we didn’t have power or phone for three days. And our tv antenna went down.
The weather people here are in a complete melt down over this — which is usually a sign that they’re dead wrong and we’ll get nothing. But I’m bringing work home just in case.
Thunder snow! The last time we had thunder snow was 20 years ago. 2 feet in something like 4 hours!
Hi, Mary. How’s the BooDay hangover? Part 2 is in production.
Don’t rush to finish it — I won’t be able to be around until later tonight, after 9:00 probably.
I can’t wait to see what I did next …
It’ll be in the Lounge or here. I won’t be finished any time soon, as I have errands to do around here.
Hey Teach, I`m waiting for the next installation. Part 1 was great. I love the pilots for the new fall storylines. How many parts do you think will be upcoming. I just want to know, to see if I should schedule some hard drive space to store the complete series.
Mary’s will be 2, maybe three. FM’s is still in planning stage. I’ve got one other request, but I have to check my notes to see who it was. Then, I’ll open it up for any other volunteers.
it’s got the storms but no sleet or ice. Possible snow on friday.
The ground is so warm anyway … I find it hard to believe it can last long.
Evening is some parts of the world.
Hello from tomorrow to everyone still stuck in Wednesday-land.
I’ve got an action packed day planned, with a trip to Hobart in the offing. If successful, I shall return pummelled (massaged), with less hair, and bearing a new computer mouse (this one is half crumpped), odd and sundrey bits aquired at the tip shop (a store located at the garbage dump that sells things gleaned from the trash) and groceries. After that, I will probably Dog Blog and go to bed (party-animal that I am).
Evening in . . .
And btw, nice photo Andi.
I liked the clouds.
Reading about your plans makes me tired but it sounds like a really good day.
Speaking as a fellow photog, it’s hard to pass up good clouds. I’ve got some pretty good ones here at the moment, but not truly photo worthy ones.
Actually, it’s the blue sky that I’m enjoying, as the weather has been very overcast of late. Even the veggie garden (or rather, our “gate-guarded vegetable community,” so named because of its brick surround, topped by a wire fence, all enclosed by a second electric fence – necessitated by very persistant critters) is looking a bit pale.
I take most of my sky shots this time of year since the lack of leaves allows a decent-sized view of the sky.
Are you getting rain or just gray skies?
Unfortunately, just grey skies, with the occassional drizzle (just enough to get the laundry damp).
I had to pump some more water into the pond yesterday. It was down to mud again, and it’s the only standing water for at least a kilometre or more.
The ducks waddled themselves right in before their was even an inch and seem much happier today.
Morning, keres. Are you going to Hobart to hang out with Danish Royal Buddies?
I’m a quarter Danish, which makes me more Danish than anyone else on this island, excepting princes what’s-their-faces.
I can not begin to express my disgust with the utter fixation on “royalty” here. Our local paper The Murcury, aka The Mockery, has to have some stupid article on “our Princess Mary” (a Tasmanian Married to Denmark’s crown-prince-what’s-his-name) at least twice a week.
It’s bad enough to live someplace where the hospital is the “Royal Hobart” and every place is named after prince whosit and lord whatsit. And there there’s queenie on the money.
I think Tracy Ulman said it best, “having royalty is like paying someone to think they are better than you.”
I hope to FSM that some day this country will ditch queenie and become a proper republic. Until then, I shall remain royally vexed by the repugnance that is royalty.
Thus endeth the diatribe.
I hope it’s not too late to cancel the Royal Danish Wedding China, with happy couple hand painted on all 166 pieces, that I ordered for you.
Don’t, I always wanted to take up skeet shooting.
Article in today’s Mockery, in case you thought I was exagerating.
They probably heard that some students there had scrofula and they went to cure them with the laying on of the Royal Hands.
Hi, Andy. Glad to see you powered up again. Have you two ever thought about a generator?
We have a small generator but it’s noisy, smelly, and expensive to run. It’s just easier to do without. And this time the power was back long before the phone lines which were out almost 24 hours.
Makes sense not to run it unless it’s a long break. I was in DC in 2003 when Hurricane Isobel hit. No power for 8 days. Lots of bad food and a hard time finding groceries or ice.
Even’n all, and hope all is going your way.
It’s been a mild weather trend here in the eastern mountains for the past few days, that is soon going to change, by about Friday I beleive.
Anyway it’s been a good time visiting family and old friends, but won’t be long till time to leave.
It’s good to see the news still being scrutinized here, so the other side does not have all the space.
I beleive that all these blogs have done some inherent good for the people, and will continue to make the questions heard.
Kudos to all, and see you again soon.
Peace be with you and yours always…
Wado
So good to see you alive and kickin’ — been keeping a good thought for you now and again… š
Howdy Folks!!!!!! Well we are waiting to see if major thunder and hail storms hit our area tonight. The temps are in the 80’s and suppose to frop to 30 or lower during the night. Possible sleet for tomorrow or friday.
That’s quite a frop!
Yes it si and after I relax for a few I will be going outside and putting my car in teh garage just in case. It is hot as hell in the house but I refuse to run the ac in November. LOL
You’re in Texas, dammit. Run ac whenever you damn well need it! Environment be damned.
I might be in Texas but am not a Texan. I love this goofed up planet and country and am doing my part to make it better. Also I refuse to have another 3 or 4 hundred dollar light bill this year!!!
Same here. It was in the 70’s today. Not quite as warm as you, but we’ll get more accumulation too.
If it gets as far south as you — it will be baaaad.
Well, this screwed up weather… there is no global warming… has got things so fucked up!!!! I am sure this along with exhaustion was why I was so sick earlier this month. They have been warning us about this all week and keep changing teh day it is supposed to hit. To be honest it feels like tornado weather and those could spawn when the two weather fronts hit together. I don’t like weather like this at all!!!! If there is ice on the roads tomorrow I will have to call off work. I drove in last year when we had an ice storm and will never be that stupid again!!!
Worst traffic I ever drove in was ice and snow on 183 at rush hour – heading out to RR, actually, with dozens of Texans who thought they knew how to drive in any conditions barreling along at the usual over the speed limit rate – and going off the road right and left. Thank FSM I was driving a tank (73 Volvo Station wagon), so when I got hit by an idiot with A&M stickers all over his car, neither I nor Maybelle(my car) got hurt.
Oh goodie – maybe my tiny little plane will go through a big ice storm on Friday. :/
I hope not!!!! Where are you flying to?
From Raleigh to Cleveland Fri afternoon.
Katiebird figured out her BooDay and found the first welcome wagon she posted in — and it was you who welcomed her. You were the Welcome Wagon hostess.
She did links.
Me? LOL I am always say hi to everyone or try to. I do love me some liberals.LOL I never got a chance tyo read last nights.
Actually I was telling Second Nature.
When is your BooDay? The day you first delurked here at BT?
My first dairy 10/30/2005. I set up the profile to pst the dairy so I think they would both be the same. I have never been a lurker. LOL
Kidspeak and I are flying into DC Friday and back on Sat. I’m not thrilled. I see cancelled flights and long delays. But at least the planes are regular jetliners.
I foresee liveblogging from the airport …
Wish it were possible. We had 2 laptops, once upon a time. Then a certain person who shall remain nameless, dropped them, one by one, and they died. No laptops. We’ll be stuck somewhere listening to faux news amped up too loud in the airport lounge.
ouch on all 3 counts. LOL
I recommend earplugs. Or an ipod. Just don’t let the nameless person hold it š
Good idea. Will an ipod break if dropped at airport sidewalk?
Probably not but Jim did prove you can destroy one if you crash your bike on a chip-and-seal road.
The new little, tiny shuffle would be hard to destroy.
Don’t count on it. I’ve managed to destroy both our laptops. It seems that they don’t bounce. They kinda smash. I’m looking to replace them when Apple comes up with anti-gravity laptops.
Gotta run errands, then I must uncover the dark secrets of your journey from law school to BT.
OK, but remember, it took me 13 years.
Of course it took me 8 years to get from undergrad to law school in the first place. You missed those. Let’s just call them the lost years š
Better than a friend of mine teh college finally threw out since she would never complete a major. They said the couldn’t keep taking her money. LOL
I see an extended visit that was not planned. LOL
I have a chat about my design sites I need to log into and will check back later!!!
cleveland
Hope you enjoy your bluefix, now that most of the redninnies have been driven out.
I’m afraid in Indiana we’re still plenty red.
Teeny plane = two seats on one side of aisle, one seat on other side, can’t even stand up in the center. Yikes.
Ick, ick. Hate those. You don’t go all the way in one, do you?
Yes, but it’s only about 80 minutes.
the view…
clik to enlarge
from earlier today…at least it’s stopped snowing [thats about 18″ btw]…15ºf and dropping.
WW’ll appreciate it tho…:{)
I sure do, dada! I love the stuff, miss it enormously.
18″ is pretty good!
I’m going around the corner and I’ll try to get a shot of this little rock with snow on it…just for you!…:{)
Wow. OK .. I’m steppin’ out for a bit of a bite, will definitely return! Who could refuse??
Like the snow, temps not so much.
Y’know, I’ve personally found that a few full winters spent in a meat locker tends to inure you to whatever Mother Nature’s likely to throw at you.
I was so pleased last year when I barely noticed -10.
no wind…that may end tomorrow…wind chills off the charts and ground blizzards…this was a very powdery snow
Glad you caught the image now, then!
‘Evening, folks. Lovely to see y’all — though I am concerned that FM’s fallen into such a deep slumber he may not awaken ’til tomorrow’s Coffee Cart.
Of course, I’m in love with the image photo up above, Andi. So incredibly inviting, as usual.
I must say that I do hope everyone can navigate the coming outrageous weather with ease & in safety.
I’d also like to say that glittering Christmas lights viewed through swaying palm trees seem impossibly weird.
Do you know how soon you’ll be able to navigate through some outrageous winter weather of your own?
Right now I’m looking at very early January. I’ve got a definite lodgings offer.
It just doesn’t seem right to leave Mom on her first Christmas alone. Then again, I may melt first.
That’s great news — and I would think that having a date to look forward would make getting through the holidays in FL much easier.
The day before yesterday I noted the results of the voting. Today, after voting, I checked the numbers again. What I found was that every one who is in this round had their results increase by 40/45 votes. So it would seem that the same amount of people vote for their respective champ. I think if the word was out on a larger scale, more people who know Olivia is the best, would tend to increase the results by more than those who think their choice is best. I`m going to check again tomorrow to see if the pattern continues but I don`t see why we shouldn`t change the pattern, just to make me right. Get out the vote. Tell everybody. Front page it.
Put signs on the lawn. And don`t tell the other candidates.
Btw; Some of the other candidates are very, very good. Only you knows who`s best.
Likely not strickly kosher, but could we put up a diary, with comments being a fave picture of hers? Or something to help remind folks of how great she is.
OK olivia, you can open your eyes and unplug your ears now.
“Not strictly kosher”, how so? All I`m saying is to get out the vote. Anybody can go see the other candidates work as I have. I conducted my own poll & put out my results & I only advocated one should vote for who they thought was best. I`m the last one who would bend the rules for the benefit of a third party. Do you think that if I`d gone to the other sites & concluded they were extraordinarily better qualified to win, that I would vote for Olivia? No, that would not be Kosher for me personally, & would be doing her a disservice.
Evening all..
What’s this about Olivia’s blog and voting?
olivia’s blog has been nominated for best Canadian Art/Photo blog. If you click on the link, you can vote for her.
At the top of the page, there`s a link to a blog awards. Olivia`s is in the “Best Photo Blog” cat. She`s a finalist along with four other candidates. If you click on the blog name, it takes you to the blogs in question. If you wish to vote you check the bubble next to the blog`s name, scroll down & submit. Olivia`s blog is “Parvum Opus”. Check them all out, & vote.
No, no, I wasn’t in any way saying what you were doing wasn’t kosher – not at all! Just ignore what I said. I like what you’re doing to remind us to vote for Olivia. Sorry to be unclear.
MaryB: Her winding path to Froggy Bottom Pond, Pt 1.
Part two.
One dark November night, long after most lawyers had safely tucked their BMW’s and Mercedes’ into the carriage house of their Ladue mansionettes, a single office glowed in the corner of St. Louis’ tallest office building. Passersby on the street, their collars pulled up around their ears to gather what warmth they could, would find their eyes drawn upward to the solitary light, to the glow from corner office that seemed to exert a power over them that the could not sense, but not understand. They would stop for a few seconds, staring upward, able only to see the vaulted ceiling and the richly painted wall. Then they would shake their heads, as if released from enchantment, and stumble on their way. When they thought about that moment later in life, and they all did, they could only say they had been in the thrall of a power beyond their ken.
As the antique French clock on the mantle, once torn from the grip of a doomed aristocrat by sans culottes during the Reign of Terror, melodically struck two times, an arm, sheathed in finely tailored Italian wool, languidly reached over to the Stickley taboret which stood by the 18th century settee that had once graced the Mount Vernon home of George and Martha Washington. The manicured fingers coiled around the cut glass tumbler half-filled with Balbair. The office, the arm, and the fine single-malt Scotch were all MaryB’s. It amused her to drink 33-year-old Balbair. She never drank anything younger than herself.
MaryB. slowly walked over to the glass wall over her penthouse office and surveyed the city that crouched subserviently far beneath her feet. She thought of all the victories she had won, the legions of shattered attorneys from near and far who had foolishly challenged her. Whole barges of destroyed legal careers were shipped weekly from the docks of St. Louis, to drift down the mighty Mississippi and float away into the Gulf of Mexico, a fleet of legal Flying Dutchmen, destroyed by the unparallel legal brilliance and unwavering ferocity of Mary. She smiled quietly to herself, a smile that had frozen the blood of many a New York attorney looking for easy pickings in the Midwest. As she looked over the great Arch and the dark ribbon of the Mississippi, she could she all the way to the faint lights of Alton, Illinois, where the husk of Phyllis Schafly, haunted the shuttered Eagle Forum. Phyllis had confronted Mary in a famous debate, and had been so completely humiliated she had withdrawn from all public contact.
Finishing her drink, Mary paused and, for the first time since her heroic career had begun, she listened to the quiet in voice in the back of her head. “Is this all?” the voice whispered. Mary poured another drink. “Is this all?” the voice repeated, almost lost in the clinking of the ice. “Is this all?” Mary spoke softly. She swallowed the drink quickly and wheeled about, striding for the door. She swept up her keys and her jacket. “Is this all?” echoed through the majestic office. Mary glanced over her shoulder for a final look at the physical representations of her triumphs, before stepping out into the night to find the answer.
She walked through the darkest hours of the evening along the ancient banks of the Mississippi. She had so much, if this was not all, what else was there? She turned away from the river. Her inner voice did not respond to nature. It was unmoved by the wisdom of the Mississippi, untouched by America’s river of memories. She turned toward downtown, heading nowhere special, listing for the small voice to tell her when her wanderings were to end. Around 4:30 in the morning, as the newspaper delivery trucks and the donut vans rumbled past, she heard the voice. “This is all,” it murmured, “Oh yes, this is all.” Mary stopped and slowly turned away from the street. A faint glow caught the corner of her eye. She turned, hypnotized by the light from the display window of Famous-Barr’s. The window was empty save for a swath of black velvet draped over a chaise lounge and a small, simple cardboard sign placed against the back of the chaise. “Italian Designer Shoes – Trunk Sale – November 25th”.
It was the morning of the 25th. Mary had been walking all night before she experienced the epiphany of the Italian shoes. She stood by the window the rest of the morning, until the doors opened and the show began.
After the sale, Famous-Barr offered to send her home in a limousine and promised delivery of the shoes by the next day. It would take them a while to co-ordinate the large number of vans needed to deliver Mary’s orders. Mary was staring at her the Manolo Blahniks that caressed her feet. I must walk she thought. I must walk in these amazing wonders.
She walked tenderly to a little café for some cappuccino and a bit of breakfast. Outside the café, she paused and admired her shoes in the reflection of the café window. She backed away from the window so she could she the shoes more clearly. Carelessly, she slid of the curb and tumbled into the crowded street. Brakes squealed, horns blared, and she threw up her arms to protect herself. Bracing for the impact, Mary was shocked to be jerked to safety. A strong grip and locked onto her arm and pulled her to safety. She wobbled a bit and then regained control of her legs. She looked about to find her savior. “You were almost killed,” rumbled a deep bass voice. “Those shoes of yours nearly sent you head first into a bus.” It was a painter, a window painter, designing a new display for the café’s window. “C’mon in, you look like you need a coffee. Here have an M&M for now, that’ll fix you up.”
“Who are you?” said Mary, shaken, but stirred by the mysterious sign painter.
“My name is Boran2.”
“But my name is Mary, not Boran.”
“No, my name is Boran2.”
“But doesn’t that mean my name would have to be Boran also,” the dazed attorney reasoned.
“No, I’m Boran2. My name is Boran2.”
“Could you please take me to the emergency room Mr. Boran, I must have had a concussion.”
And so ends the second part of the Backstory of MaryB. Part three tomorrow, if time allows.
Sans culottes? Without pants?!
What a richly woven tale.
Sans-colottes
Heh. I was just kidding but it sort of does mean without pants – loosely translated of course. Your writing talents are going to waste here in this little pond. Swim free my little tadpole, swim free!
I hope you get paid for writing like you do. I was sort of disappointed, only in your story`s brevity. It`s very easy to get into the pictures you create.
I’m going to take this into the work tomorrow and demand a better office. And an interior decorator.
I WOULD like to whup Phyllis Schlafly’s ass.
My cup runneth over.
Hi, everyone, any west coasters online….boy we are having some winds, had 2 trees blow over and a few of my plants ruined by flying debris…plus it’s darned cold for us…
Seems like a lot of news has been going on while I was out and about all day, looks like a coup is about to happen in Iraq.
Hi Diane. Where’s ya go last night? You were here and then you were gone.
well I’m not sure, guess I got tied up with tv, oh now I remember, I went to bed early last night 9:30…I knew I was going to have a rough day today and I did, went with daughter for her dr. appt. which took 2 hours of waiting, then had to go some other places and I didn’t get home till 3:00 from leaving at 9:00, and I don’t even like to leave the house so you can imagine….geesch, I longed for my bed to stretch out on and spending a few hours(12) just staring open mouthed at my cable news shows. lol….
2 hours at the doctor’s office — ugh. I hope you washed your hands after, all those sick people germs.
Well it was planned parenthood, and I didn’t go inside, we stayed in the car as the waiting room is always crowded and I got to play with the baby for a lot of that time except for the little bit when she was gone and he go cranky. With my back and neck problems it is hard to hold him for long….but no germs I am happy to say.
Bet he’s cute even when he’s cranky. The car was the best place for both of you.
Did you see that katiebird found her original comment last night?
No I didn’t, do you have a link…or should I search.?
here’s what she says
Thanks that was cute, everyone was so happy when they first came here. Lately all the ones who’ve gone back where welcomed by Shirl and others, not any by me, and I wrote hundreds of welcome comments, what happened, did they all leave….lol.
LOL, I’m sure if EVERYONE went back and looked, most would find themselves being welcomed by you.
It was fun to see Second Nature as a newbie too.
Yeah, we got her right to work as soon as she landed, Second Nature that is. That was a lot of fun, we had lots of late nights till the wee hours taking care of each and every person….I hope so anyway, we were so worried about missing anyone…well I gotta go and lay down and watch Jon stewart and Colbert.
Did you hear that the Baker Com. is going to reccommend pull back…just on NY Times page.
Maybe I’ll be back later.
thanks I’ll go read it now.
Hi Diane101, I`m in Malibu & lost some large limbs on a huge elm tree. Some of my other trees are defoliated & the wind is back to howling outside. My tall cactus grouping [16ft. tall] in the center courtyard is gracefully accepting the assault without damage.
We are getting some good gusts here, maybe 60 mph….one of our big palms went over earlier, in container 48″, my son put it back up and I watered it good so I hope it doesn’t go down again…I don’t like the wind, it always seems like something big is going to go down.
I’m in Santa Ana, OC, so the wind is covering the whole shebang area I guess.
Ya we lost a few palms also. Last year during similar winds, I went out at night to batten down the hatches when I heard a loud crash. I couldn`t see what had happened but the next day I realized I was very near where a hugh post in the ground, anchored in a large concrete foundation had snapped. The 14′ high 4″x10″ post held up a huge bat roost & it had snapped in the middle, flown through the air & impaled itself through the wall of one of my outbuildings.
So be careful out there. I can see why it`s said that most injuries are caused by UFO`s.
Gosh, that was bad, You be careful yourself, I know just what you mean…I’m always thinking about that when the wind blows…I have a part for a shade roof in one area that is constantly trying to be a sail….I have two line over the top to hold in down as much as possible and the ends are tied every way I can attach something, but yet it flaps…If that flies up pulls away then all my potted plants are in danger. It’s been sincelast Feb. or so we had winds like this here.