The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Oh, Mr. D! That’s terrible! I feel so sympathetic.

No.

Wait.

No, I don’t.

This is two day’s worth and there’s another eight inches inbound.

And don’t bother telling me about North Dakota. I’m bloody well north of that!

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Now, doesn’t that put 40° into perspective? You have a nice day. 😄

Hey, we have our precipitation problems here too

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It's too chilly to lay out and read a book! My god, the world is coming to an end. We need more cow farts!
 
This is two day’s worth and there’s another eight inches inbound.
I do miss seeing snow fall, but the truth is that nobody has ever had to shovel 74° and partly cloudy off the driveway.

The very last snow storm I saw was one of those heavy, wet, slushy affairs that was starting to freeze solid and I had to shovel that while on oxygen with no one to help. I'm done.
 
I'm not fond of cold! It and I don't get along at all. It didn't bother me when I was young, and we went to Denver to my Sis or to the mountains for me to ski (tumble) down the bunny trail... But seven or eight years ago, it just got too much to bear when we had an ice storm, and I was stuck on a stakeout for two days.
 
Mornings have been cold, but it's sunny, dry and going up to about 60F today.

I took some time in the sun cleaning and trimming the dahlia bulbs and putting them up for winter, then dug the last of the fall crops out of the garden and bagged them. Except for canning fermented jalapenos in a couple weeks, the garden work from now on is for next spring.
 
Are you making jalapeno wine?
Mornings have been cold, but it's sunny, dry and going up to about 60F today.

I took some time in the sun cleaning and trimming the dahlia bulbs and putting them up for winter, then dug the last of the fall crops out of the garden and bagged them. Except for canning fermented jalapenos in a couple weeks, the garden work from now on is for next spring.
 
It snowed this week in much of the country, but not south London. It's a bit warmer now, which is nice, even though we've invested a lot over the years in insulation and efficient heating for our house. Underfloor heating is great in a grey damp climate.

Finally getting over the illness I've had for a couple months. Possibly the Covid jab helped? So I've just written most of a story chapter - first time I've managed more than a sentence since early September.

Only a month to Christmas now, so I need to catch up on planning!
 
warm days, coldish nights; warmer days and nights until Thursday.

Now is the time for me to get in the garden and get seeds for 'native' plants in the ground--mainly stuff for the pollinators. I have 50 Dutch Iris bulbs to get in the flower bed at the front of the house in a couple of weeks. Chopping down several plants (almost to the roots) that will return in the Spring.

Also time of year to decide on which insurance company gets my Medicare $$ (which is deducted from my Social Security "benefit" !!) for 2025. I had to spend a bit more time deciding this because my 'primary' doctor is closing his office (but not retiring!) so need to find a new doctor, and current doctor gave me a new prescription (which the cost can vary from $200 to $20!!) Think I have all of that mess under control now.

It has been a week of multiple things 'going wrong' around here. Working on getting them fixed. Turkey Day is just around the corner; making a cheesecake for the family lunch at the youngest daughter's home. Making soup to put in the freezer for cold weather (and perhaps some chili also).
 
We're currently in Bathurst NSW for my birthday present Bec bought me. Tomorrow I'm driving a Mustang race car for four laps around the 3.8 mile track.

I'm getting a little excited. 😎
 
The last two mornings for sure, and maybe the last three, I've woken up with these lines from Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit running through my head over and over:

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head

I know that dates me, but should I be worried?

Or maybe I should feed my head. Or, maybe I should write a story about rebellious youth . . .
 
Oatmeal for breakfast this morning. C will prepare a little extra over what she and I eat to give to the dog, the only leftover we ever give him. We're otherwise very strict about no table scraps!

So the "gray pot" - which is either blue or red; she calls it "gray" in deference to his canine vision - is sitting on the counter standing by for us to finish our meal. Sky is laying next to the sliding door in the dining room, impatiently waiting his turn.

C chuckles at his doggie stare at her, basically a "When are you going to give me that, dammit?"
She mocks with, "Mom? He's looking at me!"
I snicker.
"I guess that's something I didn't enjoy in my childhood." (She's an only child, I had four siblings.) "I suppose that taught you tolerance."
"Yeah. As a survival skill."
 
The last two mornings for sure, and maybe the last three, I've woken up with these lines from Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit running through my head over and over:



I know that dates me, but should I be worried?

Or maybe I should feed my head. Or, maybe I should write a story about rebellious youth . . .
Be worried when you wake up hearing Jim Stafford singing:

I don't like spiders and snakes
and that ain't what it takes to love me
ya fool ya fool!
I don't like spiders and snakes
And that ain't what it takes to love me
Like I wanna be loved by you"


That song not only dates you, it lowers your IQ for every repetition of that earworm
 
Hum, that's one that I haven't heard.
Be worried when you wake up hearing Jim Stafford singing:

I don't like spiders and snakes
and that ain't what it takes to love me
ya fool ya fool!
I don't like spiders and snakes
And that ain't what it takes to love me
Like I wanna be loved by you"


That song not only dates you, it lowers your IQ for every repetition of that earworm
 
On the illness side, I'm getting my ass whipped again. I need a strong coffee with a boost of Irish! I have an appointment at 8:00 in the morning with my doctor. I'm sure I'm getting more dope shoved into my system via injection. For all the good it seems to be doing.
 
And now for something completely different.

My morning chore was replacing the batteries in our scissor lift. What? You don't have one? Everybody should. 😆

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These mo-fo batteries are 75 pounds each, and there are four of 'em!

C bought the lift for my birthday 10 years ago when we had just started renovations on what became our studio building. It has tall ceilings, and there was no way she was going to have me climbing up and down ladders to do what I needed to do up in the rafters, and there was a lot of it. The batteries (like really big car batteries) went flat a couple of years ago, and I was putting it off.

The chore was particularly strenuous, and I informed her after loading/unloading from the van and unloading/loading from the lift that I was going to require therapy - therapy I would gladly take in the form of a frozen margarita with lunch. It's helped, but I know I'll be hitting the muscle relaxers tonight. Ouch. :rolleyes:
 
I didn't wake up this morning with White Rabbit running through my head. It took me a little while to realize that my head seemed a little empty without Grace Slick's big voice, but then that problem fixed itself.
 
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