Monday, December 31, 2007
I've never had a single thing against Dick Clark. Far as I know, he put together a bunch of teeny-boppers I couldn't understand or follow as a little girl, then went on to another kind of fame.
Tonight, as I watched the ball drop in New York, the old gentleman appeared as though he'd been drug out of the box.
For that, the boomers have to account. It is a new millenium, after all.
Charlie has remembered "Merry Christmas," but no amount of repetition can convince him to try "Happy New Year."
One reason is that the phrase has none of his favorite "k" or "hard c" sounds.
Here is an article about how to say "Happy New Year" in other languages.
Greek looks like a good one for him.
I like the Czech: "Stastny novy rok!"
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
We had a version at Ruby Tuesday's last week that was surprisingly tasty. They use navy beans. It had a good dab of cumin in it, but also something else that created an Indian underflavor. Coriander, maybe?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Charlie is not cooperating this year, so here's a continuation from last year.
Merry Christmas, y'all!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The drive home was pretty good, threatened only by a rain-front that we drove into on the edge of town. It was raining so hard that Lyman pulled off the road. There was no seeing ahead. Of course, plenty of cars bullied on, based on faith I suppose.
When we finally took the curve at Natchez Regional Hospital, we saw two ambulances taking off in that direction.
None of which is as bad as the snowy pile-up in Kansas. That was a nightmare.
I still have nothing for the boys' stockings. We weren't casually shopping at the coast. Unless they wanted a pack or two of #10 flathead bolts, we weren't in a place to buy.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
So we bought one. When the boy who delivered and installed the fridge turned on the water, the end popped off and the faucet sprayed him, the enclosure and the ceiling. Another trip to Home Depot.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
This guy is so tall that he can reach up and bounce his fingers on an 8 foot ceiling.
He's from Michigan and married a Mobile girl. And he has dimples.
Into every life a little rain must fall ...
I decided to go with strap chair replacements on the balcony. These are from Dr. Strap in Florida. They look much better-built than the old chairs from Finkel Furniture, but we'll see how they do.
The old ones were placed here in 1984, but only saw hard use since 2001. Seven years isn't bad for the cost.
And they're comfortable.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The new refrigerator will be delivered tomorrow. It is about the same adequate model we have now, with no bells or whistles other than an icemaker. Maybe hurricanes will stay at bay (say Guantanamo), and this one will last a bit longer.
The new bedspread is in the house. I spent more on it than I like (not $3000), but it's in the right colors and fabric and it's HERE, which counts a lot for a non-shopper like me.
Overall inventory is good. Missing a soup spoon, which I'd guess had a ride in the garbage disposal as so many do. But even so, there are enough. As there are enough plates and bowls and such. Maybe another wine glass or three. The pots lack lids. I'll look for another set of those. And a new notebook for our collection of menus and attractions for guests.
Lyman has fixed the dripping kitchen faucet with the part we ordered from American Standard. He replaced the faulty dimmer switch. We'll fix the odd moisture droop in the popcorn ceiling in the living room today. Did you know that stuff comes in spray cans? Installed two light bulbs in closed ceiling fixtures. Sorry, no can do CFLs in those. There's a discoloration above the showerhead in one bathroom which a can of flat white spray paint will handle. New kick-down door stop.
Chem-Dry will come next Wednesday to clean the traffic areas of the bedrooms and take care of a few small spots on the blue sofa.
So all is well. We'll leave Friday or Saturday for home.
Our snowbirds will arrive from Michigan the weekend after Christmas. They've been with us since 2001. And they're cold.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I have two new strap chairs for the snowbirds. We'll replace four more on their rental checks. I have a bedspread ordered to replace the one that went missing in the master bedroom sometime in August.
We will leave tomorrow and hope to return on Saturday. Lyman's older son will look after the birds. The younger one will come in on Sunday. I don't have a thing for their stockings yet.
I feel hateful already.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
I didn't check local whole birds, but smoked turkey necks, used by fat-conscious cooks for seasoning greens and such, are $1.89 a pound at the local market, ten cents less than hamhocks. Heck, raw turkey necks are 99 cents a pound.
That sounds outrageous to me. Of course, $1.99 for hamhocks sounds outrageous to me, too.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Under certain conditions, the concrete under our carport would "sweat" and become slick as glass. The last time I went down this spring, I did a half-split, which broke the fall but pulled a groin muscle.
A couple of weeks ago, we applied the UCoat It kit that we ordered this summer.
Today is the right kind of day, and the coating works.
UPDATE: Jordana, here is a picture of part of the UCoated carport. On my monitor, the color looks right.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Off to Blankenstein's.
UPDATE: Question: If I bake this cheesecake today, and want to serve it Friday, is it all right to refrigerate it in the pan until that morning? This pan is non-stick.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
And for the first time since, oh, July, Charlie sang "We wish you a merry Christmas" this morning.
Monday, December 03, 2007
I hope we can find more turtle for Christmas.
This Friday we hold the Christmas luncheon for the adults in the family. The menu is simple this year: boiled shrimp with cocktail sauce, green salad, shrimp sauce piquant(Creole) with rice, garlic bread and chocolate layered cheesecake with whipped cream. Sarah has a picture of the cheesecake at her place today. I found the recipe through her. Happy birthday, Mr. G!
I know that's two shrimp dishes, but Lyman's family loves shrimp, and anyone (including restaurants) would be proud to serve the sauce piquant from this book.
The family would only be happier if we'd fry some shrimp, too.
UPDATE: Hmmm, better change that "adults in the family." How about "parents in the family"?
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Now the Tigers will play Ohio State for the National Championship.
Your Score: Poppy Seeds
You scored 75% intoxication, 25% hotness, 50% complexity, and 75% craziness!
You are Poppy Seeds! You seem innocent enough, but you're dangerous. You sneak up on people with your seductive ways, hiding in plain sight. When you grow to your full potential, those who really get to know you just can't leave you alone - they're hooked for life.
|Link: The Which Spice Are You Test written by jodiesattva on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test|
Saturday, December 01, 2007
They've been through a mechanical cracker, but they're small and some were missed.
These lazy, selfish parrots could be a lot of help here. But nooooo...
UPDATE: I think that we can increase the seasonings for household tastes. Otherwise a good holiday addition. Thank you, Diane.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Here is the court's opinion, written by Judge Ulysses G. Thibodeaux.
The Sentinel has excerpted the opinion here. It's a little easier to read.
UPDATE: My opinion, which is not that of an election lawyer, is that Mr. Lipsey was between a rock and a hard place concerning due diligence prior to the vote. If he had followed up on his allegations that some Concordia Parish Sheriff's Office employees were being forced to register to vote illegally, and to vote for Mr. Maxwell (beats me how their votes could be proved), he would have endangered some jobs and aroused ire among the very employees that he would have headed had he won. I suppose there could have been some surprise challenges on election day.
One of the requirements for holding a position in the CPSO is to reside within Concordia Parish, as is one of the requirements for voting in Concordia Parish. So each employee voter that he outed for illegal registration due to residency requirements was also holding their job against the rules*.
That's no way to make friends.
UPDATE II: Not just the state of Louisiana is loathe to overturn elections. Better to make your case and and have good turnout on election day. One of Mr. Lipsey's problems regarding fraud is that only something around 7,000 of 13,000 registered voters voted at all. He had a large excess pool to draw from.
On the other hand, in one of the elections Huey Long had control of, St. Bernard Parish turned out more than 3,000 votes in a parish with 2,500 something registered voters.
* There is nothing illegal about sheriff's office employees living outside the parish, Lyman says. A handbook requirement.
This sheriff's race has brought on a lot of high emotion. The decision from the appellate court should be announced in the next few hours. The Democrat's story with comments is here. (I expect those comments to be closed anytime now.)
The Concordia Sentinel saw fit to publish an editorial condemning undocumented accusations by anonymous persons in local and national forums.
On one public local board, concordiaunderground.org, some people took exception to this editorial, and have defended their right to post opinions anonymously. To a degree, I agree with them. In a small region like this, there is occasion for reprisal against whistleblowers. What I haven't seen is a lot of evidence of legal wrongdoing.
But that's not to my point. My point is that Scarlett O'Hara herself might consider the following statement a little emphatic:
And this editorial has the gall to state that we should bare our throats with our true identities so the knife of corruption can slice into us without reason.And it's just not as lyrical as this one.
UPDATE: I do think that southerners can sense their Shakespeare better than anyone else.
"Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ..."
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
2 tablespoons margarine or butter
2 large onions, sliced in rings
3 carrots, sliced
1/2 medium bell pepper, sliced in rings
1/2 pound fresh green beans, long snaps
2 large tomatoes, peeled and sliced
1/4 cup chopped parsley
1 3/4 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon seasoned salt
1 1/2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper
In a skillet melt the margarine. Add onions and sauté until light brown. Place the onion, carrots, bell pepper, green beans, tomatoes and parsley in a greased 2-quart shallow casserole. Mix lightly and add the seasonings. Bake the casserole, covered, at 350 degrees for 1 hour, or until the vegetables are tender, stirring once. Serves 8.
From this book.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I don't like'em much, but I do have a couple of intricate stalks of silk ivy that I use in the living room. Some places want that organic frilliness. And they were some kind of dusty.
I used the salt method, in a kitchen garbage bag, and they're much better. Thanks, Sue D.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Does "kerf" mean 1) expert 2) hobo 3) notch 4) mushroom?
I'll go for notch.
Friday, November 16, 2007
My friend Sam named it "Wanda".
That's all bad enough, but I couldn't keep a water pump in it.
UPDATE: My next car was a totally gray Nissan Sentra.
Fact is, people need makeup on TV. How will they overcome the difference in appearance between regular and high-definition television while it lasts?
A commenter at Hit & Run said that on his HDTV, the only person near the stage during last night's Democratic debate who didn't look 150 years old was Mr. Obama.
UPDATE: One of the commenters at Althouse says that the pron industry is much dismayed by the higher resolutions.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
A few weeks ago I had a hankering for graham crackers. I bought a box of Nabiscos, and I've eaten most of them. They were dandy.
But what's better, and would be more wholesome for Janis and the birds, would be a nice homemade digestive biscuit.
I've found a few recipes. Do you have one that you use?
Something weird is going on with John Edwards, who was cheerfulness incarnate when four years ago he was the moderate-Southerner-who-can-speak-to-the-Reagan-Democrats. Then he morphed into a sorrowful populist who thought we should vote for him because he cared the most about the poor. Now he’s running around like a rabid gerbil, telling people he should be president because he’s the angriest. Soon, he’s going to run out of adjectives to embody."A rabid gerbil?" That's unkind.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
In this post he comments that men do not have good fits for jock straps, either.
So I suggest that you use the same water displacement technique. And let your engineers take it on. (I'd think there is some kind of codpiece with gel for professional athletes.)
It's near Thanksgiving, so the best vessel I can recommend is a turkey pot. Parts will fit, won't they?
Friday, November 09, 2007
But I do like this comment: "If men wore bras you can bet your life a bra would have been designed which fits, flatters and feels comfortable to wear!"- Leanne, Notts UK
UPDATE: I like the looks of this line.
UPDATE II: Now I'm thinking, how could I be so sexist as to agree with Leanne? Where are the women engineers looking to our comfort? They darned sure aren't designing shoes. And it is an engineering problem rather than a fashion problem, at least at my age.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
But I want to go back (pp. 537-8), to where Mr. Long was organizing the race for his succession to governor of LA. Earl Long, as his brother and party organizer, thought the lieutenant governorship was his for the asking. His older brother disagreed. So the whole Long family took to the stump against each other, most aligned with Earl.
Mr. Williams writes this:
[Huey] would begin the story by describing a social gathering popular with rural Protestants -- an "all-day singing" at the church, with "dinner on the grounds." At such a meeting in Winnfield, he would continue, the mothers had laid their babies on a pallet under a tree during the dinner. As they were clearing the table, a violent storm suddenly broke. Each mother hastily collected her child. But there was one baby that nobody would claim, an ugly, squalling brat. Mrs. Long, unwilling to see the child abandoned, had taken it home and adopted it. "That was Earl."So Huey Long said.
The most telling paragraph, considering the general tenor of Democratic comment in the blogosphere, is this one:
Many conservative Christian leaders say they can count on the specter of a second Clinton presidency to fire up their constituents. But the prospect of an Obama-Giuliani race is another matter. “You would have a bunch of people who traditionally vote Republican going over to Obama,” said the Rev. Donald Wildmon, founder of the Christian conservative American Family Association of Tupelo, Miss., known for its consumer boycotts over obscenity or gay issues.That upsets the assumption of racism in the South, I would say. The Republicans he's talking about aren't black.
And help us, this was said in Kansas rather than Louisiana, not that it might'nt be: "“Obama sounds too much like Osama,” said Kayla Nickel of Westlink. “When he says his name, I am like, ‘I am not voting for a Muslim!’"
Like, Kayla, are you an ignorant xenophobe, or what?
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
The "Old Regulars" political machine in New Orleans refused to allow natural gas to be piped into the city, keeping the citizenry dependent on more expensive "artificial gas". What was this artificial gas? The author doesn't say.
And how about "Swords Lee" as a name? Beats "Ashley Wilkes" anyday.
UPDATE: In 1927, Riley J. Wilson was one of the candidates for governor of Louisiana. He grew up in poor circumstances and often talked of having to go barefoot as a child. Huey Long said, "I can go Mr. Wilson one better; I was born barefoot."
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
For a little Halloween atmosphere.
He was put on hold. The recorded voice said, "Our representatives are helping other customers. Please hold."
Talking to the IRS is always a horror story, with zombies.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
I'm looking at the ribbing of the sweatshirt I'm wearing today. It's a dedicated "small paint sweatshirt".
Why do I keep clothes so long?
The babyshit mustard paint on this shirt, what designers now call "Tuscany gold", is the artefact of a bad yellow color that my mother chose for the house I grew up in. It wasn't badly her fault. She didn't try it before she painted, that's all. She wanted champagne and wound up with light lager. She asked me to paint a door.
This color was for the trim.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
It was more fun than a lot of revenue projects. Babies are a funny lot. But the revenue benefits were iffy. The project was time consuming. It raised printing costs. Where our papers sold in newsstands, people would pay for one paper and steal another half dozen for the ballot forms.
At any rate, if you'd like to look at the baby pictures at the Alexandria Town Talk newspaper, they're here.
I'd guess the contest is easier to manage online.
UPDATE: I like the expression on #088. How about the dimples on #032? #436 has enormous eyes. #077 is going to cut my Social Security payments.
#396 seems to have a wild sense of humor. She's my fave.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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The verification for this post is zmvynbiy, which might mean something in Russian.
(Thank you, Chef Tony.)
Jindal, 36, will be the nation's youngest sitting governor. The son of Indian immigrants, he will also be the first Indian American governor in U.S. history, and the first nonwhite to hold the job in Louisiana since Reconstruction (emphasis mine).Raise your hand if you've ever lived in a state with a non-white governor. Which state was it, and what was the governor's name?
In the twentieth century, Hawaii had some non-white governors, Douglas Wilder was the African-American governor of Virginia for a while, and Deval Patrick is currently governor of Massachusetts. Anyone else?
UPDATE: Bruce Moomaw over at James Joyner's place brings up Gary Locke, the Chinese-American governor of Washington for a period, and Bill Richardson, the mostly Hispanic governor of New Mexico. That's a big four on the continent.
She broke the other one from this clutch.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
After changing some lightbulbs, I estimate the baseload of our house to be about 900kW a month. That includes refrigerators and computers, washer and dryer, lights and ventilation. That can't be changed without replacing appliances.
Changing the windows and ducts, and sealing the chase, the recessed lights and air supply boots affect air-conditioning usage, or later, gas usage.
So today, when I read the meter for a months usage at 1486, and compare it to last year's usage for the same month, 1811 with an estimated baseload of 1000 kW, I should calculate the variable energy savings. Let's see, 811-586=225, 225/811=27.7. Absolute savings is 17.9 percent.
But all of this is senseless without a comparison of degree days for the two reporting periods. If you have a source where I can find historical numbers, I'd be most appreciative. I can find a month's worth at accuweather.com.
How are you doing, Mr. Gore? Congratulations on the prize.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
What did you call her? I called mine "Mother". She was tired of "Mama" many years ago.
Everyone, including grandchildren, calls Lyman's mother "Girl".
It's no fun at all going south if you can't go all Tennessee Williams, now, is it?
Saturday, October 06, 2007
20,000 people from across the nation didn't descend on Jena, Louisiana, because they thought it was a problem unique to the Deep South. Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson were explicit in their motives regarding the march in Jena: to call attention to racially unfair prosecution across the country.
Why they couldn't do that at home is a different question, and I don't know enough to go there.
However, a little point Gary might take into consideration is from this article in the Concordia Sentinel:
While hate groups exist all over the country, it is erroneous to say the Ku Klux Klan still operates here, Ingram said, adding that the only Klan organization he knows of today is in Indiana.Stanley Nelson is investigating a 60's Klan murder in Ferriday.
UPDATE: That goes for you, too, John Mellencamp.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
The doctor is one of five doctors in the clinic. The waiting room is large, and today, cold. Is this one of those buildings that's cold in the summer and hot in the winter?
Charlie was carrying on in his cage before I left this morning. His most-used phrase now is "Mr. Wolf," most often done as a call. He might howl or might not.
So in a seamless transition from home to doctor's office, the first patient called after I arrived was Mr. Wolf.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
We're watching Florida State play Colorado.
Jimbo Fisher left his position as offensive coordinator for LSU to go to Florida State.
"Why?" I asked.
"He may become head coach when Bobby Bowden retires," he said.
"How old is he?" I asked.
"I don't know. He's younger than I am."
"Nearly everybody is younger than you are."
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Let's look at this article, this paragraph:
Pepperberg's research remains controversial, with some skeptics maintaining that Alex's apparent mastery of language revealed nothing more than a very sophisticated version of conditioned responses. Pepperberg says that is hard to reconcile with such findings as Alex's 80% accuracy in counting objects. In her peer-reviewed papers, she has said that he seemed to have intelligence comparable to a five-year-old child, but emotional behaviour more like a two-year-old.My readers know that Charlie goes "bonk." He even calls himself a "bonky boy." That means that he falls, with a noise. Sometimes that noise is "splat," and he winds up in the vet's office.
He's well enough to come out of the cage now. The other night, he was on the top rung of the Parrot Tower. Lyman set part of an ear of corn between the dishes there at the top.
Charlie piddled with it for a while, then it dropped to the tray with a loud noise. Charlie said, "Charlie go bonk." Well, he did make it go bonk.
If that was a "sophisticated conditioned response," maybe all of our language is based on "sophisticated conditioned responses."
According to Dr. Irene Pepperberg, his last words to her were on last Thursday night:
You be good, see you tomorrow. I love you.In other parrot news, Lucy laid an egg on the evening of September 9.
UPDATE: There seems to be some confusion about Alex's last words. They might have been, "You'll be in tomorrow."
(Thanks, Mr. Farber.)
Sunday, September 09, 2007
|Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Intuition|
Multilayered and complex
Inspired and driven to achieve your goals
A visionary with a complete life plan
Intuitive enough to understand difficult problems, ideas, and people
If you say so, but I think those four questions provide a thin dataset for a personality evaluation.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
What people will put in comments sections amazes me. In the comments of this account, oh, about 1/4 of the way down on the right scrollbar, you'll find someone who blames the whole business on -- who else -- "the Jews."
I say, let's blame it on global warming. It all started with a shade tree, didn't it?
UPDATE: And to defuse the situation for the new school year, the administrators cut down the tree.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
I heard that Bubba went to the local revival. When the minister finished his sermon, he invited anyone that needed a special prayer to come forward. Bubba got in line and when his turn came, the minister asked him what he needed a prayer for. Bubba stated that he needed a special prayer for his hearing. The minister placed one finger in Bubba's ear, the other hand on Bubba's head and prayed. When he finished, he asked Bubba if that helped his hearing. Bubba said he didn't know yet because the hearing wasn't till next week in Baton Rouge.
Bob Barrett in Oak Grove, LA
Monday, September 03, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
30 pounds of raw peanuts on the boil to make snacks for the season. They'll soak in salted water to taste, drain, then be frozen for later use. There's another 30 pound sack, too.
Boiled peanuts were new to me when I came South.
The September issue of Southern Living magazine has recipes for boiled peanuts and one for boiled peanut hummus. (Pssst! Chick peas are cheaper and easier.)
Friday, August 31, 2007
Many people find themselves "disgusted," or offended at the breach of etiquette, or consider his behavior a breach of privacy. But I haven't seen one comment that mentioned the word "modesty."
Has the word totally dropped from the vocabulary?
My sense of modesty is offended by the whole notion of "stall sex" in public restrooms, and I suspect that's true for many others. But they no longer have the word to express it.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I am embarrassed to report that last year's usage for 7/13 to 8/13 was 2797 kW. This year's is 1848. That is a
However, part of that decrease was due to July being unusually cool this year. We had many overcast or rainy days with below normal temperatures. The temperatures for the 12 or 13 days of August included in this bill were average or above, a few of them record highs.
Next month's bill promises to be the whopper this year. All of August has been hot.
While I have sealed the air supply boots to the drywall in the ceiling, I still haven't sealed the recessed can lights. That comes with painting the ceiling, which, as it turns out, has come back to me. And I haven't been up to it.
UPDATE: There should be some calculations I can do using degree days. Can any of you tell me how that would work? I'm thinking something along the lines of kW-baseload/degree days. Or something. Anything besides messing with fire-resistant caulk around the lights that I don't have trim-sets for.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I saw Boz Scaggs in Fort Worth when I was young woman, maybe 21. He was one sexy boy in his day. Here he is in 2004.
Ain't those backup singers cool?
Roscoe, soon to be renamed Mike VI, is a Siberian-Bengal mix who will grow to 700 pounds. At two, he's only 300 pounds.
Look at those paws.
He'll live here, and have the best veterinary care that LSU can offer.
Public restrooms noted for hot gay action are featured at one site called "squirt.org". I was wondering how a non-local person learns about such places.
What a distasteful business altogether. I don't think people should even use cell-phones in public restrooms.
UPDATE: Furthermore, I'd prefer that you not call me from your private restroom while you're using the toilet.
If you'd like to chat while taking a hot, bubbly soak I'll listen.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I'm ready to run errands.
I just finished a seven-day course of antibiotics and steroids after that vicious head cold descended into my chest. I'm confident that I can attend to business without horrifying the public by hacking up my spleen.
I might have overcome the odd and weirdly familiar dream of all those blond people in the big house.
A bathroom run in the early hours isn't unusual or particularly disruptive.
But the mosquito was a particularly persistent and annoying one.
Hail to the mornin'. Now run along and leave me alone.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
She told me that she spoke to an owner who consulted an interior decorator regarding her one-bedroom condominium. The decorator said she would do it for $30,000, and quoted $3000 for a bedspread.
What makes a $3000 bedspread?
I lived in New York City between fall of 1978 and Christmas of 1983. Mr. Drum, in the city were two or three Mexican restaurants, none of them good. It was easier to find good Cajun food there than Mexican, or for me, Tex-Mex. What was the name of the place on Ninth Avenue? Or was it Tenth?
I transferred my love of spicy Tex-Mex to Indian without much regret.
Now the spicy comes from Cajun, and I miss both the others.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Will we halt global warming, protect our environment and humanity from the cataclysmic consequences of inaction and leave our children a livable world rich in the resources that were left to us?One way to start is to not build a 28,000 square foot housing and recreation complex for a single family on previously timbered land.
Just a thought. I know that's small potatoes in the big scheme of things, but I've always understood it helps if we each do our small part.
|You Are a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich|
You life your life in a free form, artistic style.
You are incredibly creative and at times, quite messy.
Deep down, you are a kid at heart. And you aren't afraid to express it.
Your best friend: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Your mortal enemy: The Club Sandwich
Monday, August 20, 2007
Yesterday, when I went in to finish up the floor in the back, there was a tiny pink lizard, about 1-3/4", underneath the kick space of the vanity.
I looked around, and the only thing I could find to contain it was an empty Rolaids bottle. So I chased it around and picked it up, and put it outside on the grass.
I thought, "All that calcium can't be good for a baby." So I changed the faucet to "mist" and washed him down.
I hope I didn't drown him.
How did he come in? The windows are sealed. He was 60 feet from a door.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
I'm still working with my 10-inch Calphalon, but it is heavy. I plan to replace it with a Forschner when necessary.
Maybe I'll purchase a 12-inch for Christmas. That will keep the boys in line.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I'm not reading them in sequence, so I was surprised to find that Inspector Banks and his wife Sandra are separated in this book. I didn't see it coming. Last I read, they were getting along fine.
What is it with these crime writers who divorce or kill off spouses? Are they undergoing similar trauma in their own lives? Wishful thinking?
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
I looked up the method to read our five-dial electric meter, and if my reading is right, we'll come in at least 25 percent below last year's electric usage for this month. That will mean a savings of near $70 or more on the bill, which should arrive about the 20th.
Now we're talking. It's been warm all of August so far and screaming hot the past four days, with several more top temperatures expected this week.
If I'm reading it wrong, the things we've done have actually raised our energy usage over last year's, and I can't believe that.
UPDATE: At 1:48 p.m., our thermometer is showing 103F.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
It's been ages since I've had one, and I'm a big, whiny, snot-nosed baby.
Guests are due for dinner tonight.
Charlie's got the bonk.
I just noticed that he is 2-1/2 years old today.
Friday, August 10, 2007
We started with the "Linguine Roma" recipe on the side of a box of American Italian linguine and made a few changes.
1/4 cup olive oil
1 large chopped onion
2 cloves garlic, minced
5 anchovy fillets, crushed
4 tbsp. capers
2 cans diced tomatoes
2 tsp. red pepper flakes
1 cup kalamata olives, roughly chopped
2 packets tuna, or 2 cans, drained
Salt and pepper to taste
Heat olive oil in a large skillet (we used a Dutch oven). Saute onion until transparent.
Add garlic, anchovies and capers. Saute for one minute.
Add tomatoes, red pepper, and olives. Simmer for 10 minutes or so. (Lyman added a little water here. He likes "juicy" food.)
Add tuna. Salt and pepper to taste. Simmer a minute or two.
Now you can either add the cooked pasta to the sauce, or spoon the sauce over pasta. We did the latter.
Nothing to it, and it was remarkably good for so little trouble.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
"And yeah, what about those girls who order a $25 steak from the menu, then eat a couple of bites?"
"Then they look at you like you're a cheapskate because you want a doggie bag."
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Charlie went bonk again.
UPDATE: I don't know how he hit so hard, but his beak shows impact, too.
So he's been shaved a bit, and washed and Betadined and creamed and stuck with a needle, with the same routine coming up again tomorrow. But no collar!
Poor little birdie boy.
Last night, if you must know, with a side of fresh green beans simmered with hamhock and new potatoes, fresh sliced tomatoes and hot-water cornbread.
And Christopher Hitchins has shot some people off on anti-Muslim tirades that aren't appropriate. Matt Zeitlin, unknown to me, and found through technorati.com, makes some sense.
Why am I ragging on Mr. Bailey's murder? Because killing the messenger isn't usually done in this country. Not this way.
UPDATE: An AP report on charges filed against the group.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
When did we last hear of a newspaperman being murdered in the US because of his work? I can't remember.
UPDATE: Here is a story about journalists assassinated in the US.
UPDATE II: See the two articles mentioned in this comment to get a fix on the organization Mr. Bailey was investigating.
UPDATE III: Shanikka at Political Sapphire has a good round-up and a rant.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Not having children is for me, a Nail-Patella mutant, a way of cleaning up the gene pool and avoiding a massive burden.
I have been successful in avoiding pregnancies all my life. It's called "contraception," and should be available to all at-risk women.
Now, motherly women of my status, women with the NPS genetic defect, have the option of in-vitro fertilization with a DNA scan to reject embryos that carry the gene.
I think that's good.
Who are you to chance the child I would have to rear?
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Today is their 66th wedding anniversary.
Monday, July 30, 2007
He came home and called the manager.
"I found some money in the parking lot. I won't tell you how much it is, but it's over $100."
The manager took his name and number, and said he would turn it over to the service desk with the note that Lyman had found some money.
Mrs. A called tonight. That was her 24th anniversary mad money. The check will go out tomorrow to east Mississippi.
The one in your files still works, too.
Here is an article from 2004 about developing more reflective asphalt shingles.
By the time we're in the market, maybe these will be a reality. Maybe they already are. Much as I like the idea of the metal roof, we'd be the only house on the street with one, except for the historic house a few blocks up.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
"Let me see your car," I said.
It looks much the same, different color, with the same good angle and good light for plucking eyebrows.
"I found out, waiting for you, that this car provides a perfect situation for plucking eyebrows. May I pluck my eyebrows in your car?"
What a weak, smiling "no".
Charlie's duck gets around a little more than the usual duck on the farm, and needs a kiss every once in a while.
Again, we've made a mid-cycle change. I finished the project on July 3.
This year's usage is 2062 kW compared to last year's 2278 for the same period -- a savings of about 9.5 percent.
We still haven't done the ceiling work which will entail sealing up the leaks around the air supply boots and recessed lights. I plan to do that this week.
According to my calculations (100w X 24 hours X 30 days=72,000w, 72,000/1000w=72kW), changing out the recessed light bulbs over the bar should save up to 72 kW a month, which is nothing to ignore -- about 3.5 percent of this month's usage.
After that, there's not a lot more we can do before we replace the old clothes dryer when it's needed. It would no doubt help to replace the air-conditioning unit we bought in 1996, but it's working fine.
Our base electrical load, i.e. without the air conditioner, was as low as 1011 kW in the winter months. The bill covering 7/13 to 8/13 is historically the highest around here. Yikes, you should have seen it when we had the swimming pool.
Mr. Byrd, the auditor, said that given the shade around this house, the new insulated windows will likely show their utility more in the winter months when we will be comparing natural gas usage.
This post begins my sixth year of blogging.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Neither of us could think of its name or who performed it. We both listened to Herb Alpert when we were younger, though. My family owned that album.
We thought it was instrumental. I started by looking at Ventures recordings.
I still like it.
UPDATE: And for some reason, I remember that Ventures Telstar album cover, but I don't remember having that at home. Maybe we did. I certainly remember Green Onions.
Here we go. There were about three minutes to the whole encounter, all of the same tone.
I like the way Lucy flounces off the screen and Charlie looks at the camera -- "What'd I do?"
(1 minute 18 seconds)
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I had the camera set up to record Charlie singing "We've got the bonk," but he was more interested in the camera than singing.
Then Lucy came along. You'll see that Charlie could use some improvement in the art of persuasion.
UPDATE: More background on allopreening.
I think she's one of the best girl rock singers, even if this is a lousy recording.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Here is a video of Charlie for you to listen to. These are just a couple of moments from a 14 minute tape.
Charlie seems to making this sound at will. Again, he seems in perfect health.
(1 minute 33 seconds)
We replaced them with Lowe's Bright Effects CFL bulbs that we bought at the coast in May.
The color of the light is good, but it is much brighter than the incandescents that we used there. We'll need to shop for the next step down, I think. We can save these to use over the sink.
UPDATE: Hah. We changed the dimmer out to a straight switch to use these bulbs. Now I can't find a lower wattage R30, but there are dimmable R30s. At a formidable price, I might add. Maybe the 13-watt R30s are in the stores.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I first heard the tiny whistle when he was approaching Lucy to have her preen his head after emerging from captivity.
So, is allopreening "it"?
Or is it a heretofore unobserved symptom of early stage aspergillosis?
What a neurotic mother I would be.
I'm looking, I'm looking.
Allopreening in owls. This is pertinent:
Usually, the bird that initiated allopreening indicated its intent by staring at the other bird and uttering low cooing or whistling calls. If the other bird was receptive, it usually stared back, sometimes giving low cooing calls. After this brief solicitation exchange, one bird would fly or walk to a position beside the other (if it was not already in this position), where it would lean over and begin to preen the other's head. Typically, allopreening birds perched side by side, facing in the same direction (Fig. 1). Both birds partially or entirely closed their eyelids and nictitating membranes while allopreening, a behavior also described for the Oilbird (Steatornis caripensis) (Harrison 1965).Well, dearies (English novels again), that's in owls, and bonding pairs. Lucy will nip Charlie, much as my mother would bonk my head with a hairbrush if I wouldn't sit still.
Preening was concentrated around the facial area, the top of the head, and the side of the head facing the preener. The recipient usually moved its head, as if to facilitate preening in whatever area was being preened. Most frequently, this consisted of lowering the head to expose the nape and top of the head or turning the head slightly toward the preener to expose the facial area.
Although most bouts began with one bird preening the other, preening usually became reciprocal or simultaneous as bouts proceeded. One bird would preen the other for a period, then roles would be reversed, often several times in a single bout. Simultaneous allopreening (both birds allopreening at the same time) occurred most frequently during periods of a few seconds when birds were changing roles as reciprocal allopreeners.
While allopreening, owls frequently made vocal cooing or whistling sounds that were just barely audible. Infrequently, a short staccato series of chittering notes was also given.
Both sexes initiated allopreening bouts, but we did not record which sex initiated them most frequently. Bouts lasted from only a few seconds (infrequently) to several minutes and usually ended when one or both birds seemed to lose interest in allopreening and went to sleep or began to autopreen. When one bird wished to terminate allopreening but the other bird persisted, the former usually sidled (or flew) away.
The mechanics of allopreening were similar to autopreening; the preener would mandibulate or nibble the feathers of the other bird, occasionally sliding one or more feathers between its mandibles with a gentle vibrating motion. The principal dif- ferences between allopreening and autopreening were that allopreening motions were more rapid, and no attempt was made to preen a particular area or feather thoroughly. The rapidity of allopreening motions left the impression that owls were "running their bills through each others'... feathers," as described by Miller (1974). We never observed any instance in which owls jabbed or tugged at each other in an aggressive manner while allopreening. Paragraphs mine -- Janis
Charlie approaches Lucy as a juvenile to an adult bird (aka Mama). He never offers to preen her, and would likely be out of line if he tried.
I'm interested in the "whistling sound that is barely audible."
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I do, in this marriage, legally hold some immoveable property which would pass to my brothers and sister and their offspring were I not to channel it back to the rightful heirs, my stepsons.
Let me live through the night to gather some witnesses.
This obituary note was published today, July 14.
She was my sweet lady doctor.
My father-in-law told me of this yesterday. He was not clear on cause of death, but heard that she contracted an uncontrollable infection.
UPDATE: Here is a story.
UPDATE II: An updated obituary here.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
That mirror at that angle would be perfect for plucking eyebrows. As it was, it showed the ones I missed.
Do you think my brother will let me come sit in his Infiniti to pluck my brows?
It's not as though it would break his starch or anything.
Jackson is about two hours away. It has all the popular stores, and local establishments, too. But after two hours of flatlands, who cares?
Sick people are dragged up and down that road all the time. Jackson has the hospitals and specialists, too.
New Orleans is farther -- 2-1/2 hours -- but the drive seems easier. Of course, in that direction one will eventually arrive in New Orleans.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
But, by gosh, that blue dress is as tacky as can be. No one of any age or build is going to look classy in that dress. It might be appropriate for Lucinda Faberge (see comments).
Frederick's of Hollywood doesn't come close.
Here's my challenge to you. Find a source for a dress that sleazy looking.
(Thanks, Irrational Woman, for the images.)
Friday, July 06, 2007
That I rose from my chair to see what was the matter,
And after it quit, and the water had cleared,
And the dryer was running, I said what have we here?
It was a roofing nail poking through one of the drain holes in the washing machine tub. Had it not been raining, the repairman would have been on his way. He thinks there's no harm done.
I went to the mall. Zales has a white-gold replacement for $250. I don't think so. But I did use the ring sizers on my finger. I wear a 4-1/2.
I've a couple more places to check before ordering online.
UPDATE: No, it's a four. And the nice man at Reynolds' Jewelry has ordered one for me.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Duct mastic is a soft material about the consistency of cream-cheese frosting fresh, and it dries to the consistency of gum on the sidewalk or thereabouts.
I must have taken the ring along with mastic when I was cleaning my hands with paper towels.
It's no material loss. It was a silver band from the French Market in New Orleans that cost $5. But I feel right nekkid.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Believe me, it's not pretty.
See that flap of backing up there? It has to go before I do anything further. It's at about fingertip height as I stretch above that crossbrace. (Lyman made the cut in the duct board and I won't be thanking him for it anytime soon. My fault, too. When I measured the cut in the board, I could have allowed a good three more inches for the top piece, and been working lower here at the bottom. I forgot about the cursed brace. Well, I'll know next time. Ha, ha, ha.)
And that damnable crossbrace. The vent opening is not framed well, which will entail building some little walls of duct board right around the mouth of the vent. This might be the only crummy detail in an otherwise very well-built house. And I want my Daddy.
It reads for Virgo today: Occasionally, we all have to perform some tasks or assignments we find distasteful, and today may be just one of those days for you. If you smile instead of frown, it'll make it easier.
They have my number today. I'll show you in a few minutes.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
That's the progress so far. This afternoon, I'm going to seal those upper edges and seams with mastic. Then I can do away with the turkey pot.
Finishing that open wall can be done
UPDATE: That part is done. Do I get an "honorary lizard" badge or something?
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
The truck brought the materials for "the project" today.
I went by the city office and picked up a printout of our energy usage from January 2006 to date.
The reads come at midmonth. Last year's electric use was 1989 Kw hours for the period from 5/14-6/13. This year's is 1833. The windows were installed on the 30th of May, so we're only seeing half a month's worth of savings this cycle. The next read should be more revealing.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Lyman said that as Butch looked up the chute he could see the wheels turning. Backwards.
Lyman said, "We could do it ourselves."
Butch said, "I'll have the materials delivered for you tomorrow."
UPDATE: Surely they're all kidding.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
His instructions weren't clear (he agrees) on sealing the return chase on our HVAC system.
That means taking this panel off.
Then one enters this space which is 18" x 34" x 8' raw.
He wants that lined with duct board and sealed with non-toxic duct mastic to force the system to use only properly cooled or heated return air to reduce the load on the system and protect the evaporator coils from filth. It will be a cool 12" x 24" (give or take an inch) sealed. Now these things are usually finished with sheetrock during construction.
Lyman can get in there, but I think he'd have a fit trying to do the work. I am going to go ahead and vacuum the thing with the shop vac, and decide if I can stand it. Whoever does it needs to be pretty darn slender. And I'd have to buy and learn to operate a nail gun.
And we just might hire someone else. Someone skinny and flexible. Gumby might be able.
UPDATE: No. No nail gun. 1.5 inch roofing nails and a hammer at broad intervals.
I've vacuumed the space out, made a call to Mr. Byrd for some direction, and set on doing this myself.
Now I need some materials -- 2 4x10 sheets of duct board, a gallon of mastic, and about a pound of roofing nails. And a small ladder that I can fit into the space.
Monday, June 25, 2007
You might not remember, but I did write one time about being a "lacto-ovo" vegetarian for a couple of years when I was about 22. I gave it up because it was not healthy for me, as demonstrated by a stress fracture in my foot that refused to knit after four weeks in a cast.
Anyway, I do have the occasional qualm when I eat a piece of meat. I refuse to eat quail anymore. Lucy and Charlie would pluck to about the size of one.
However, I can't gather a lot of sympathy for this face.