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Sometime back, not too long ago, I was chatting with friends on a thread here at Firedoglake, and I was sharing some change that I was affecting in my life. I believe it was bgrothus who replied with something like, Hey, it’s good to Stir the Pot sometimes. I thought that was a charming as well as insightful comment.
I have mentioned before that I am somewhat inclined to get bored easily. And so, I’m someone who will on a whim re-do part of the yard, or re-arrange the furniture. I’ve also been know to change the style of my hair. Never had it really long, except for the time I got extensions sewn in, that was fun. Twice I went red, but usually staying in the blondish range. So, just saying I like to Stir It Up.
When I make a change in my life, I get the reward of variety (new colors, new sounds, new views) and I also get the benefit of a new purview. When I was in my twenties, I was a vegetarian for about three years. I couldn’t go near the meat counter at the store because the smell made me sick to my stomach. I think we all sometimes get stuck in a rut, and whether by choice or circumstances, a change occurs that gives us a new way of looking at the world.
Autumn brings us challenges for change. Am I right? I know that Ms. Molly and others have brought plants from patios and porches inside to protect them from the coming inclement weather. Margaret is looking at her savings from being a thrifty and thoughtful steward by keeping her electric bills as low as she could during the heat, with an eye on what might be needed for a long cold winter. Autumn has brought Ruth Calvo home to Texas from her joyous, comfortable summer in the Northeast. Oldnslow’s eyeing the work on his truck so that he won’t be flying blind and frozen on the Scooter on his way to work in the early am. Bless your hearts, all.
And, I mean All Y’all. Everyone of Youse. Draw the circle wide. Yep, you’re in it.
Have you ever made a conscious effort to make a change in your life, and how did that work out? Only say it if you’re willing to. Trust me, I’ve made changes that I wouldn’t share here, and I think I’ve been fairly open about who I am and what I share. But, if there’s something you want to share, or read, or vicariously experience…
Why, you just Pull Up And Chair, and let’s see what happens.
Take good care, and Keep The Faith.
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Oh, look. It’s 5:00 on a Saturday Morning, and I’m awake. :) Sorta.
Good morning demi! Thanks for the post and host.
I’m fairly resistant to change at times. Even small ones. I’ve got a bit of beard right now that I actually want to change. Want to get rid of it. My wife says no :(
I find contentment in an ordered life. I guess it’s just how my brain works. Sometimes I get … itchy, I guess, and need to change something. I do something spontaneous, like switching up the dinner menu here at home, or doing something wonky with the kids.
I have made some major changes in my life in the past. They were all painful, with the exception of moving to Texas. I knew in my heart that we were doing the right thing for our family and it has been wonderful for us.
(looking at my 2nd paragraph – I lead a really lame life!)
At the beginning of summer, I decided that I was terribly out of shape so I started going to the nearby park to walk. They have a one mile exercise path that trails through the trees. it’s very calm and peaceful and is a nice way to start the day.
Last night, I joined the mister and Da Dog for their evening walk around our community and guess what? It was easy peasy. My legs are walking machines now. :)
I’ve made changes to my life from time to time and in fact, I very much prefer that to those unwanted, involuntary changes that sometimes blindside me. I call that “having the pieces of my life shaken up and dumped out, leaving me to pick them up and reassemble them as best as I can”. My winter preparations this year are going to include topping and re-potting my rubber tree which has become far too big and unwieldy for my girl muscles to easily bring into the house when it freezes outside. Thinking of buying a two wheeler to roll it in and out with.
Good morning and nice post demster.
No, no. Not lame. I almost added your breakfast for dinner from a couple weeks back as an example of mixing things up. :) Yesterday, I made dinner for lunch. Pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn.
And, there are times when No News is Good News.
LMAO! Nothing lame about stability and contentment. Something I’ve still never achieved.
Are you reading my mind again, Peg? I wrote a poem called My Stain Glassed Heart. Every time it gets broken, it falls and shatters and I have to put it back together again. In the end, it’s a more interesting piece.
So glad to see you. I think now that I mostly only see you on Saturday and Sunday mornings, I might just appreciate you a little bit more. :)
Thanks, demi, and change is something we don’t like thrust on us, but having the ability to make change, ourselves, is usually welcome. I’m definitely benefiting from the summer in the northland, it saved me from a long, slow sizzle that summer has become in arid places.
You’re welcome, Ruth. No, it’s not fun to be walking down the sidewalk of life and get slammed upside the head with something not expected. But, sometimes, things actually work out for the best in the long run.
Sorry Deb, it’s just been so hectic lately. Not much time to blog and not much desire to with some of the unpleasantness we’ve been getting a double dose of lately. I think I’ll put a cat post up Sunday though. :)
“My Stained Glass Heart” sounds like a great title to poem, (or country song), and it suits the way I feel about my life sometimes to a t.
While a disordered life is not a pretty thing, I see you resisting change because it’s hard on us. The kind of change we make for the better can be profoundly good for everyone.
Spot on Ruth. I like making those decisions for myself. Making things compulsory for other people has never been a very effective or self sustaining method of making a change.
“My Stain Glassed Heart” is even better.
A Sunday cat posts sounds like a good and needed thing here. I think some folks underestimate the value of a good chat with friends. A time to share and laugh and step away from some of the more serious, painful and depressing issues.
(And, really, who wants to be yelled at? Certainly not me.)
Or bullied and badmouthed? For the life of me, I’ll never understand why people employ those tactics when all they do is make the person they are trying to persuade less open to it.
Watching my wife force my little one to get ready, eat breakfast, and go cheer at her football game this morning. It’s pouring rain, it’s an hour away from home (the game), it’s 70 degrees, it’s 15-20 MPH winds. And the Central Texas Youth Football League is going to make these kids come out. And my wife is down with that.
Having a really hard time not going fucking postal right now and asserting some dominance over the situation.
Charlotte is hysterical and doesn’t want to go; Kristen doesn’t want to take her but I think feels obligated because she’s friends with the coaches…
This is fucked up.
And, also and too, Omali’s grandson arrived this week. That’ll shake things up a little.
She posted a link to his sweet little baby face at the end of the Diner thread yesterday.
I dunno either. I sense of power or control, maybe? Plus, it just makes the bully look mean. Big Shrug.
Well I’m not down with giving people relationship advice but going postal isn’t the answer. Becoming irrational isn’t going to help because there is already enough of that in any situation that includes little league football.
Is this about the kids or about the parents and the coaches? Forcing a kid to do something that they really don’t want to do might have negative affects in the future towards that activity. Maybe. I do know that parents don’t like other people to tell them how to raise their kids, so I’m shutting up now.
Sounds like a suggestion that they try it and things are too miserable, leave an option open to come back and curl up for the rest of the day may work?
You’re right :) ‘Going postal’ was me being hyperbolic. I really meant just asserting myself in the situation.
Checking out last night’s late late night, I noticed that Beerfartliberal is considering going back to college to get a teacher’s credential. That’s stirring the pot. ((Beerfartliberal))
It’s certainly not about the kids. There’s no reason to make a bunch of little ones go out in this weather. It will not benefit them in any way.
I put it out there on this thread because I value the opinion of everyone in this room. We all met through politics, but I’ve grown to admire you all as people as I’ve observed little pieces of your lives through these toobz. You, Ruth, and Margaret are all wonderful women, and I count myself lucky to know each of you.
That’s a wonderful suggestion. Problem is that they’ve all got to drive an hour to get there and see that it isn’t going to work! Then drive an hour back home.
Okay. I’m done highjacking demi’s thread. I promise!
Back to change! (The kind you can actually believe in)
I wonder if we have a bunch of sleeping in heads this morning. I know that with the cooler weather, I’ve been resting better later.
Hellooooo? Any lurkers out there? Shake it up and say Hey!
I was wondering if anyone would mention that kind of change. But, you just share whatever is on your heart and mind. :)
I was hoping you’d get a nice quiet day of reading and boardgames, but, well, you know the best laid plans…
I assumed that’s what you meant sweetie. I didn’t think you were going to escalate past shouting. :)
Meh. I offered to go (I’ve gone to every game this year, but had decided to sit this weekend out) and Charlotte says she doesn’t want me to go. Oh well. I’ll sit home and continue to watch Arsenal V. Chelsea.
Alexia will be up soon. We can hang out and have some daddy/preteen time. We don’t get that often enough.
Speaking of change, it’s time for me to make a serious effort to find a job in Austin so I can get back to my home. This Fall and Winter, before my lease is up in Spring.
I haven’t even shouted yet!
I think the weather’s going to do my work for me. It just started effing pouring.
Here’s a change. Arsenal just booted in an own-goal on a set piece. Chelsea up 2-1.
The rain has stopped here for a while at least. Pretty wet night though!
Getting the puppy to go potty in the rain is an adventure! She doesn’t like it at all.
I’m assuming that Arsenal and Chelsea are the colleges but what game are they playing?
With over a year at your job under your belt, that should help with a job search. I wish you could “get home” too, especially with all the nice fdl pups up that way. And, I bet you’d get a great reference from your boss. This sounds like it could be a very real and postive change for you.
What does Neko think of your plan?
Arsenal and Chelsea are English Premier League FCs (football clubs), or soccer teams.
I’ve taken to watching a lot of soccer this year. I’ve gotten pretty into it.
Little brother and I are planning a trip to Europe in a year or two to see a bunch of games.
As usual, she’s mostly concerned with eating and sleeping and running around like a Dervish but if I can find a place with a patch of yard, it would be wonderful for her.
As Kristen and Chuck were walking out the door, email from the league…
Bwahahahahaha!
Mother Nature is called that for a reason.
And thanks for your very kind words. We all have tried dealing with enough situations ourselves, we may have learned a few things if only by having our ‘attitude’ scraped off going through slim passages.
Good Morning Everyone.
It is here.
Talk about poetry, Ruth. That’s an interesting image. I think I have a few bruises which have never fully healed. Ouch. (TMI?)
I have several candles to light for your efforts. I’m also thinking about making that move, waiting until things straighten up here a bit before I get serious.
Um, what’s here, friend?
Is ‘It’ scary?
Here, it’s nice, soft rain.
Oooh, a yard would be nice for both of you. Or, at least a patio that has solid walls. (I’m envisioning pots with tomatoes and flowers…perhaps some catnip.)
Those are learning experiences, as I hear. Ouch, indeed.
Did anyone say lurker? Good morning demi,pups.
Beautiful day in NE Iowa where my family will attend the Ft. Atkinson Rendezvous. This reenacts the 1840′s When this territory was the “Neutral Ground ” between the Sauk and Ioway tribes among others.
Indian Tacos outdoors, mmm good.
Ruth, when you light the candles, do you have some incantations or something to say?
You know I like to read a variety of types of novels and interestingly two of the last three involved mysticism, spirits, etc. The one book took place in China in the 16th century and dealt with ghosts and souls and ancestors and the other book, which I’m reading right now involves Native mythology in Alaska. More souls and ancestors and shamans. Trippy stuff. I’m just wondering why the universe pointed me in this direction.
Mornin. Stirring the Pot. Watching Sheila Bair on Up. Smart, insightful commentary by the former FDIC head. To bad she didn’t mention or get to sit with Naomi Klein and talk about why bloated and phony balance sheets, discredited gov’t programs with no real relief for homeowners, etc was The Plan. The Plan of forced austerity as a business model to drive down labor and shred the safety net; with malice aforethought. This was a financial coup d’ tat by Wall Street and our Treasury Dept., et al. Until there is justice there will be no peace. And, until there is transparency and retribution against the institutions which plotted and carried out this economic disaster, the leaders of the coup will continue to plot. It is time to not only stir the pot it is way past time to throw some people in the pot. Hey, it might be another inexpensive way to feed the 47%.
We all do. They shape us, add color, and increase our uniqueness.
Sounds great, so far I’ve missed out on the opportunity to attend a green corn ceremony, which I very much want to do.
Jimbo!
Glad you popped in. I would like an Indian Taco. What’s in them?
Just positive thoughts, actually. But candles do add light, and good aroma, so make a pleasant experience, which my experience of the spiritual world is not.
I wouldn’t mind moving back to The Bull Creek Apartments at Bull Creek and Hancock.
Moi too, KrisAinTX. And I don’t think it’s lame . . . mostly it’s pleasant.
There are seasons, even for folks like us, where restlessness stirs, and there’s no use staying in a BAD rut, but nothing wrong with a good one.
Good points all, wynota. We have traditionally stayed away from “political talk” at PUAC and I know you’re newish here on Saturday morning, so…
It is a fine line to walk sometimes, because we do all believe in Peace and Justice.
(I’m watching also. My mister was watching An Unmarried Woman and we were both just trashing the style of the 70′s, but poor Jill Clayburg was just crying her way through the movie and then I remembered that it was time for UP.)
So, what do you do to get out of a rut? Not saying you’re in any. Big Grin.
Ms. Bair was interesting in her analysis of the overly heavy presence of bank insiders in the gov’t that was elected to straighten out their practices to protect the public. I do, however, see that the alternative of losing too many banks for the losses to be absorbed in the general economy was not viable.
A more intricate and colorful stained glass heart?
One thing I’m not is Boring. Ha!
Apologies, for continuing in the political vein.
Hi Demi,
Here is home, here is in my head, here is in my kitchen with a bowl of oatmeal, raisins and apple and the aroma of hot fresh brewed coffee. Here is a satisfied cat using my feet as a pillow and being very agreeable with the veterinarian’s advice of adding more higher protein, canned food to her diet.
Here is participating in the seasonal change happening around me. Here is being just finished with supporting the hedge of full bloom reddish gold chrysanthemums outside my desk window which was swallowing the stone walk leading to the front door.
Thanks for the wishes and thank you Kris also for what you said @ 24. I love this community a great deal. :)
Indian fry bread with all the usual taco toppings. My wife swears they are her favorite so this marks the 13th year in a row.
We only have to go 15 miles and it is not crowded at all. In fact, I’ll be walking my Golden Retrievor so she can greet everyone she sees.(Dog is my best friend and goes everywhere but church with me)
I found some interesting non-flame candles. They have the flickering light in a tea candle shape, but they are in a glass jar with scented wax. Kinda cool. Prolly not for serious spirituality, but they do make a nice ambiance and no fire hazard. Cheap too.
Kuroneko is also using my shoe as a pillow but my foot isn’t in it.
EXCELLENT!
I agree wholeheartedly Spring Texan. A good rut is a great place to be.
Hey, Spring Texan. How’s it hanging? Did you ever make it to the beach?
Are you and Dan’l going to winter there?
30 lashes with a wet noodle. It’s a real temptation isn’t it? The talk, not the noodles. :)
Change presumes free will.
My favorite quote on free will is from Isaac Singer.
On a separate note, I have not seen one comment from eCAHNomics over the past week.
You’re so Zen, nonny. Yes, we are trimming, replanting. Put in some sod in a part of the lawn that Just Wouldn’t Grow. I painted the front door a nice pale peach yesterday. Something different.
I want to go buy some fall colored mums later today.
I was reading a book about when doctors become patients (which was OK but not great). Anyhow they discussed sick doctors and what was interesting is that two of the doctors derived sustenance from religious practices such as attending rituals or lighting candles, but without any beliefs that these things change anything. One described himself as “religious but not spiritual.”
I’d never heard that before, but sounds like a perfectly viable option to me.
Nice! Man’s best friend.
I’ll have to look up Indian Fry Bread. Thanks.
I noticed that as well. Anyone have her addy to check and see if all is well?
Good morning oldgold. I just found out my best buddy from Luther will be attending our 35th reunion next week. The colors are awesome right now. Life is good.
That’s very good.
Now that you mention it, she has been missing. We had a huge influx of unpleasant and OT comment at attaturk, and it may have made that less attractive to her than usual. However, I’m not sure why.
Hi demi –
I haven’t made it to the beach, proposed Corpus Christi to a friend but she wasn’t interested. However, ANOTHER friend (in DC) is going probably to borrow a beachhouse in North Carolina, and we’ll go together, but will probably be spring as I think that’s going to be more workable for her (she just got back from Thailand and has a lovely photo of herself with an elephant — she looks ecstatic — she’s far more adventurous than me!)
Probably don’t want to go alone . . . but yes I have to make it to a BEACH!!!
Well, that’s ironic, isn’t it?
If I didn’t believe in free will, I might have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning.
(Always so nice to hear from you, oldgold.)
Change presupposes free will? Don’t get it. Believe in free will or not, things change.
Hmmmm. I thought the power for change came from the belief. I guess I’m not understanding. It happens all the time. :)
Jeanna, who cleans my house, loves change and is always rearranging her furniture. She rearranged my living room a few years back and improved it a lot! However she is frustrated that I just continue to leave it the same way, she’d like to rearrange again!
Same here, serious shoe fetish with this four-legger.
Back to the topic, I got out for a couple of short canoe excursions as the past week was very low wind, dry, sunny and warm. Big change in scenery and state of mind very close to home. Tourist pressure is at a minimum in some of the nicer spots to paddle, during the week. Extraordinary fall colors contrasting with multi-shades of green as the we are about 50% toward peak colors.
I do like to change the fabric I throw over the couch. (Now, I realize, that if you are a furniture saleperson, this makes you cringe that I even call it a couch, yes I know it’s a “sofa”.) The couch took me years to find and is truly expensive (and beautiful, and – to me – comfortable – most of my other furniture I picked up very cheaply but I’ve not been sorry to have splurged on this some years ago) but the dogs like to stay there during the day so I buy upholstery fabric, nice stuff, in a size that will hang over it (I think that’s 3 2/3 yards, I have it written down in my checkbook so I know if I see a nice fabric). That I like to change every few months. I love colors and patterns.
Fall colors? I’m so jealous (from here in rainy Austin).
Galveston is worth a visit, since it’s so close to you. Open beach to walk, and Victorian homes are just amazing, too.
I’ve been to Galveston several times, though years ago, and yes I like it very well indeed.
The cathedral in Galveston is not bad either.
Paddling in fall colors, that’s such a wonderful treat.
Funny how fast we go from begging for rain here to being tired of it :)
I happened on a garden specifically there for reflecting, by a small church, there, about 4th street, very happy chance, too.
I pick up pieces of fabric or really nice heavy fabric table cloths with interesting colors and patterns to throw on the couch, er, sofa. It’s made of fabric and absorbs the dog odors. No, he doesn’t get bathed enough. It’s easier to wash the fabrics than to shampoo the furniture. Fun stuff.
Oh, I’m not tired of the rain, I’m enjoying it — but fall colors would be even more special.
That sounds really nice, I’ll note that in case I go back there.
I recommend the tour of the “Bishop’s Palace”. There’s some breathtaking woodwork
Sweet Phoenix Woman is up with a new post: Come Saturday Morning: Minnesota Republicans Don’t Want You Looking under the Photo ID Hood.
Winter here, yes. I intend spending the rest of my life here. I am trying to create a business to sustain/support myself since the housing debacle hit my ability to live as well using the skills of my former trade.
Dan’l?? You guessed my brother’s name, but he is in Colorado. ;-)
Sounds like maybe an Art Saturday Diary? Ruth?
I love wood work.
I’m not a believer in bathing dogs, though some dogs do get stinkier than Corgis. Unless they get in something really smelly or dirty (which of course does happen sometimes, especially if Sherlock gets a chance to roll in something dead), I feel once a year is plenty.
I take them to the groomer to get brushed and have their nails clipped and teeth brushed, but skip the baths.
MCat owns nonquixote.
Daniel owns Dakine.
Who doesn’t have a cat around here? Well, a few, but it is hard to keep track some time.
Might want to plant those mums where the won’t grow. Maybe a zucchini?
While I’ve been by, haven’t been inside. It might be a good diary. Right now, I’m working my way through the D.C. sculpture gardens.
I thought that was your cat’s name? No?
Oh great! Well I’m embarrassed. Sorry nonny.
I worked for a few months selling furniture at Lacks. Salespeople NEVER correct a customer but they cringe everytime one of them says “couch”. However as another salesperson they didn’t hesitate to correct me and I remember a bunch of them pointing at me and laughing and saying “she said COUCH!”
I actually really liked most of the salespeople there — they were a varied bunch of strong characters and an entertaining lot. There was one guy though that was a jerk and rat and he was fired (after working there years, he sold stuff like crazy) early while I was there which had the salespeople on a huge high because it was so wonderful NOT to work with this nasty person. Most of the folk had been there for years. You didn’t get a store discount till you had been there FIVE YEARS.
But I’m a lot better at IT than selling furniture — that is a very skilled trade and though I worked hard (and did get successful in getting customers to TALK to me which is the first challenge), it was tough.
Gah, the plants in the back yard are still making yellow blooms.
I’m zucchinied out. I want something for the front porch. With the lawn patched and the nice car in the driveway, hell, I almost don’t feel like trailer trash anymore. :)
Another way to give furniture salespeople a “chalk-on-the-blackboard” feeling (besides calling a sofa a couch) is to call a range a stove.
Don’t you dare be embarrassed, Peg. It’s not like you don’t have your hands full with work and Neko and fending off the yuckies from time to time. :)
Yes we get great fall colors here, but then bare trees, below freezing ice and snow. Can’t have one without the other. I love the shades of gray, black and white, though. Cross-country skiing is something I’ve religiously practiced for about 45 years.
Trailers aren’t quite the element they used to be, so look thru the local RV scene and you’ll see it’s not dwelling for anyone you’d call ‘trash’ these days. More like the changing scene!
Alright everyone. Off to start my weekend. Love you all and hope everyone has a spectacular Saturday and Sunday.
Thank you again, demi, for a wonderful post and gracious host.
You almost persuade me to run into the local furniture store and tell them I’m looking for a sedan, to match my icebox.
Oh, yeah, I know. It’s just a joke around here.
We used to have a large community dumpster down by where they store RV’s, but management took it out because too many people outside of our group was using it. So, now, once every couple of months they haul one in that we can use. Sonny and I took a some stuff down to that yesterday, cleared out an area that was not looking so great – a broken lawn lounger and some other old stuff. Going to rake and gravel that area for the trash cans now. Big time, Bill. Big Time. I like things to look nice, it just takes an effort. Ya know?
You da bomb, babe.
Now, what board games are you going to play with the Girls?
Have fun and don’t Let them win.
Ruth! I love how bad you are.
Morning Ruth,
I can still manage the canoe onto the roof rack of the vehicle. Each fall outing, after staying off of the summer water and away from the jet-ski craft which are now all in winter storage, takes me a few minutes to trust myself again in the boat, kneeling, heeling, paddling turning, pacing the stroke to the conditions.
Well worth it, to be gliding along. Lighter boat, here.
That made me laugh! :-)
Watching for a particular model of a decked canoe to come up for sale, that is not officially termed a kayak. One of the places I went last week was stand-up and using a push pole. The other place, in very light winds, I put up a tiny sail and relaxed with my lunch, the paddle becomes a tiller.
Good.
As a small child, I actually had an icebox, with ice delivered to the porch.
Spring Texan @105
If they cringe at “couch,” a small part of their soul must wither when I ask about “davenports.”
Thanks, demi, time for me to do a few things offline, now, thanks for a thoughtful post.
You are so very welcome. Thanks for sharing good company this morning. Got any cake left?
I’m going to start on some chores here. Prettifying the place.
Thanks to everyone here who come to pull up a chair, share and lift each other up.
Thanks for the diary and hosting this morning. It was a busy day yesterday, sitting here for awhile this morning has been a welcome change of pace. I am off soon for a couple of appointments and need to load some tools and pack along the computer.
Wishing everyone the best.
Nice to relax a bit before you have to go out and about. Talk to you soon.
Me too!
How about a divan?
Ruth, we actually had an ice box when I was a kid. The kids all got together and bought my wife’s grandmother a refrigerator. Never did get her to plug it in; used too much electricity.
Where I live, you’d better not call a stove a range, but sofa and couch are interchangable terms (I mean interchangable, like the same person in the same sentence.)
Check out these canoes. They are beautiful, period. WANT!
morleycanoes.com
http://www.google.com/search?q=morley+canoes&hl=en&biw=1134&bih=535&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=5wZnUIKKKpHo8QSLvIDgAw&sqi=2&ved=0CCkQsAQ
Bye bye to the Pegster, too. Have a great day hon, and scritch that black cat for me.
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And, if Molly stops in later to read, I hope you’re having a swell time with your friends. (Who wouldn’t?)
You’re on the west coast? I was marveling about the hour everybody is up and about. Then when I posted my time tag came up at the ungodly hour of 0637! I need to go to comments/tips, huh?
Sorry Deb. Doing chores but I’m still following. :)
The time stamp is Pacific time. Deb is the one who is really up early.
<--- Dan'l's owner/companion
I know. I’m sorry. :(
Thanks.
Eh, not to worry – we all look so much alike doncha know…
Ref. Demi @ 100.
Seems a legal question: Since it’s settled law that people don’t own cats, maybe it’s the other way round.
KrisAinTX: Cheeze have you seen the weather map? It’s started to drift to the NE now but about two hours ago it was all over the place in Texas and looked like there was counterclockwise rotation. A land hurricane, with its eye at San Antonio!
Oh hell! It wad quiet here…JUST started pouring again and I ‘ve lollygagged so long havent made it out yet. Sigh.
Hello Spuds,
Thanks for the linky, pure craftsmanship is apparent and I’ve tried those guide boats. I built one of these, 1976 cold molded, wood/epoxy. Still use it regularly. Page 38, skinny hull emag.
This canoe is on a small trailer for getting it to the lake. Used plans from Rushton book mentioned in the article. There are a ton of the home-build canoes, craftsmanship not up to par with Morley, but affordable and durable, online. Just inquire about what plan was used by the home builder, some hulls better or worse for particular uses. I’d be afraid of accidentally scratching a Morley.
Everybody gone except me and nonq?
Still raining…glad it hit where Kris lives before he had to “go postal.” A bunch of scheduled outdoor events here had already been cancelled when the forecast came in for 100% rain chance,up to 8 inches in places.
My outdoor lovin’ cat begged to go out after breakfast..so I opened the door and he ran out onto the patio. Since the patio roof leaks, most of it was wet,too. He tested the chairs, where he loves to curl up on a cushion..the cushion was wet, and the chair, too. So he huddled on the tile floor beside it. Until the rain started up again. Now he’s over on my desk, gazing out the sliding door…you can just see the thought balloon of disappointment above his furry head. Squeaky has just settled in my lap, and I’m getting sleepy, though I have work (for work) to do that must be done by this afternoon to get it to FedEx. We need the rain, but it sure saps my will to “do.”
Much cooler, which is nice…slept with the windows open last night. Hope everyone is enjoying their Saturdays.
RaggMopp
If you check my #100, that’s what I said. :)
Thanks Demi. Having a very nice time. More next week.
Come on Tejana. It’s September and eighty something; rain is nothing to worry about. Well, it may ruin your hairdo, and your clothes won’t look spiffy dripping wet. Sorry I brought it up.
I know, I was bouncing off your #100. In fact I started with “Ref Demi @ 100.”
Trust me, rain here is like rain nowhere else I’ve lived. 8 inches in 24 hours was predicted. Streets flood, crossing flood enough to float cars and trucks away. Before I moved here, I’d have saidwhat you did. Rain? Pfft! Not here in this normally, seldom-rains semi-arid land.