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12 August 2016 @ 07:20 am
Yesterday, my 50th birthday - my Golden Jubilee as Butonquail characterized it - shall be known as The Birthday On Which I Shingled A Roof. Not a house roof, just a gently sloped shed roof, but given the heat, the biting insects and working until we needed headlamps it was all in all An Experience.

When we finally had enough fun for the evening we didn't really have the energy for a complicated dinner, so I ended up with two pancakes, two fried eggs, and half a bottle of wine.

Today I have a dental cleaning, need to pick up two more bundles of shingles, and otherwise it's dishes and laundry and hiding the mess on my desk. When Eor gets home from work we have to finish the last few courses of shingles, or at least get as much done as we can before 7pm, when our company shows up. It's Reading Night yet again, and as per tradition I have not chosen anything to read. The current book I'm reading (re-reading) is Pratchett, "Night Watch," and I'm loving the heck out of it once again, but not finding anything particular that sticks out as a good passage to read aloud.

I obviously do not have time to read fanfiction today, so I'm leaving a link here to remind myself to check out a collection of links Copperbadge posted: http://copperbadge.livejournal.com/3803337.html?mode=reply#add_comment Usually I take Copperbadge's recommendations and download them all onto my Nook to read during lunch at work, thought a full lunch period with nobody interrupting me is rare these days.

I just realized that the lunch I packed yesterday is still in my bag. I guess I'll have to throw that away. And it was quite good chicken tikka masala, even if it was only from a jar. Shame. I did eat, but a microwave was not available since I was driving all day, so I grabbed a quick hot dog at a stand in Rockland which my family always traditionally frequented, Wasses. So that was my birthday treat. ;)

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
06 August 2016 @ 09:38 pm
Eor pulled the shingles off the shed, and the whole overhang roof because the plywood was all rotten, and I carted the shingles to the dump, and made a couple runs to Lowe's for more shingles and drip edge, and we got tar paper and drip edge back on. And I am beat and going to take a shower, now, and some Advil, I expect to sleep like a log.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
04 August 2016 @ 05:04 am
Some mornings you get up and hop on the treadmill and do twenty minutes, then stretch, and all goes clickety-clack. Other mornings you try to turn over the calendar, but drop the nail it hangs in, then spend several minutes crawling around the dirty floor with a flashlight hoping to find it before it finds your foot. I hope my bad luck washes off in the shower.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
31 July 2016 @ 08:34 pm
I should record for posterity that we accomplished a nasty job, yesterday. Or, mostly Eor did, I just assisted where I could. :) We knew there were carpenter ants in the shed, so he pulled out most of the wall boards on the internal 'finished' walls, discovering that the entire back wall of the building was in fact one huge ant nest. Yes, ants raining down, he was sweeping them back with a push broom. They're still dying. However, we got it cleaned up and the door and shutter (it used to be a bar) back on in one day. :) Also, the radio he found to use while we were doing this would only get one station... playing classic rock.

At one point he said "I'm having a sense of deja vu. Or maybe it's just similar to a lot of nasty jobs I've had to do in the past."

"Most of them scored to classic rock?" I asked.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
16 July 2016 @ 05:23 pm
For two weeks my Aunt S was here, and she can talk, for a week my brother and his wife and child were here, and they can all talk, and for two or three hours my cousins Di and Pen and Uncle Jimcito and Aunt Nun were here, and ALL of them can REALLY talk. I've never thought of myself as much of a talker, and maybe this is why - I don't need to ever talk when I'm with my family. :) Silence is nice when I'm alone, but if I have to socialize it's restful for me to be with people who keep the conversation going, since I never had that skill. :)

As I'm typing this Eor is telling me about someone who is trying to find a way to use aggregate data of social media to predict terrorist attacks.

ETA: It's really interesting watching my little niece acquire language. She's 21 months old and can make simple sentences, like "I hear sound!" with hand cupped by ear to reinforce the concept in case we don't understand her diction.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
24 June 2016 @ 09:31 am
I'm not going to subject you to reading a click-bait article, but wanted to post this as a reminder to myself, and because Eor might find it interesting.

Dick York’s Real Reason for Leaving: His departure was never explained on the show, but Dick York had a good reason for it. York tore most of the muscles on the right side of his back while filming Cordura, and never recovered completely. Doctors gave him pain medication, but that wasn’t really a long-term solution.</p>

Enter Dick Sargent: During Season Five of “Bewitched,” a replacement doctor gave York some B-12 when he went in during a lunch break from filming. York had a seizure on set and was rushed to the hospital. He never returned and the show went Darrin-less for a few episodes until Dick Sargent stepped in.</p>


Around a year ago there was a story in "Asimov's" which I would call a fanfic of "Bewitched" in which it is revealed that Darrin was actually a golem of sorts, a created creature given a false set of memories and back pain to give him depth of character, but then he couldn't handle the pain and became intollerable, so Samantha switched him out with another golem.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
24 June 2016 @ 08:58 am
It's my usual day off, and I'm trying to get a few things done (dishes, laundry) while waiting for this car to be delivered from Vermont. A new 2015 Fiat 500, in blue, which had 23 miles on it's odometer before they started their four hour drive. They will probably arrive around noon, and Eor hopes to be home by 11:30 so he can be present when they get here.

I hope his knee is okay. We guess it's bursitis, but it's extremely painful - started the day after he planted twenty peppers out to the garden. He's getting over it, but was unable to climb Katahdin (one reason we came home from Baxter early) and me needing to drive him to work because we only had one car for the past few weeks has actually been a really good thing, since for at least a week he has been unable to drive. Today is pushing it, and I hope it doesn't set his recovery back, but he wanted me to be here in case he couldn't get home or they arrived early.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
22 June 2016 @ 08:42 pm
I'm really fucking disgusted by my country right now. If this is the shit "democracy" gives us, this system is fatally flawed.

ETA: I forgot I had this tag. Seems to be an ongoing theme with me.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
21 June 2016 @ 08:36 am
The old car (Aveo) was picked up last night. I was kind of sorry to see it go, in a sentimental sort of way, but decided to watch from my bed because for whatever reason the guy had to come at 10pm. This wrecker driver is probably donating his time to National Public Radio, and had to come by when he was done with paying customers for the day.

Eor went down in his stocking feet, and met the wrecker driver's daughter; perhaps seven years old, long braids, and Dad had said she could come along if she would operate the winch for him. She also got to 'steer' the car up onto the truck while it was being pulled up by the winch. After climbing out, while Dad was making all secure she told Eor that her dog likes her Dad so much that he jumps THIS high when he comes home, and then took off chasing moths around the driveway. Eor was quite charmed by her. :)

So there's that chapter done. New car in a few days! I have a check for $14,697 sitting on my desk awaiting the delivery of the new car. Yes, Eor found a place in Vermont who would drive the car over to us. Not sure exactly how much that's costing us, since all fees were lumped together on the bill as a lump sum of $600. They keep it simple in Vermont. They don't even have titles, there.* Thank goodness we did financing through the Credit Union and the woman I dealt with knew that we needed to apply for title in Maine, and took care of doing that for me.
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*I have been corrected. They do have titles, there, but a Vermont dealer won't have a Maine title.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
20 June 2016 @ 09:10 pm
The cat came back. Thought he wasn't gonna? I expected it, actually. I had a little bit of a conversation with his person over the phone this time. She's actually in DC and left Neko with her sister, and she wondered if I had any insight into why he's ending up at our house. I said I thought he'd just found his way here by accident the first time, but came back because he liked us - I had a dog who did that when I was a kid. He found some neighbors he liked to visit and we could depend on him being there whenever he was missing. She thinks he doesn't like the dogs at her sister's house, and is afraid she'll need to get him down to DC and have him be an indoor cat, again.

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ETA: Oh, and business at the Credit Union went off without a hitch, so I should have a new car in a few days. :) The old car is going to be picked up at around 10pm this evening, I don't know why. That will probably disturb my sleep. I hope they don't get lost and need to call for directions.

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