Nothing lasts forever: should be printed on the side of a BBQ fuel tank. This evening, while my two steaks were carefully arrayed, the grill temperature went from low to “no longer registering”. I had a Plan B, and so the meal was completed in the kitchen, but now I’m going to have to find a gas vendor… or settle for an exchange at the local general store. Again, Plan B.
Those dry fields, from yesterday? Not any more. It’s been raining for the last twenty hours or so, and we just passed the 115mm measured rainfall mark. Coupled with high winds – the dog flatly refuses to go outside without better incentives. I understand. We didn’t flinch when the lights did so, because the generator kicked in as planned. Not so simple for our neighbour, with a smaller backup system. Our ovens were drafted into service for the afternoon.
posted in politics, Wx | Comments Off on Big rainy day | 257 words
For a while, I was worried. Two years (and counting) into my new lifestyle; shouldn’t I be doing more?
posted in environment | Comments Off on Reflective moments | 256 words
Distracted by an invitation to come and feast on a free-range fowl, I missed a second conversation. We were at breakfast, in town, and I am so used to solo morning meals that I am easily distracted… Anyway, we soon found ourselves en route to a nearby cranberry bog (the commercial variety, where they flood between the banks and beat the poor berries into submission). No harvesting today, but we now own a rather large plastic bag of berries that will require a lot of transformation before they resemble the canned jellied product I’ve served over the years. Who says I can’t learn anything new?
posted in food | Comments Off on Berry beating | 258 words
With my weather station server now sited “one room east”, it’s time to move my (eventual) studio desk into a better position. Might be the effect of feng shui, but I haven’t been inspired with my desktop. Too full (the weather server?); no room to wrangle the mouse around.
posted in computing, Wx | Comments Off on Dry fields and tons of spuds | 255 words
Listening to nothing, when the volume soared. A murder of crows, hard at it. That’s odd; we rarely hear them, but this time around they were unhappy. Out, over the south field, an obvious intruder. A raptor. Not my friend the eagle; this may have been a harrier. Too much sun for me to be sure, although the wife did snap a few photos “on the wing”. Mustn’t get complacent, because there are a lot of birds around.
posted in economy, food | Comments Off on Skipped harvesting | 264 words
Took me two trips, but I was ready. The new speaker columns are, finally, complete. Reworked my bolt strategy, and filled both of the cylinders with sand (that’s why it took two trips; too heavy for me to handle, otherwise). And I’m satisfied. My record of completions on personal projects has been lackluster, so actually getting the job done feels good.
posted in politics | Comments Off on The hiss of a deflating balloon | 258 words
Sitting on the deck, in full suntanning mode. Preparing steaks on the BBQ, at sundown, in shorts. In October. Fair compensation for any perceived delay in the arrival of summer.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on Weather what-if | 248 words
In my world, there are great meals, good meals and then those where I lacked any sense at all. Those cheesy hotdogs that I served for supper were really an impulse purchase, and now I resolve to avoid such occasions of nutritional sin, in future. To the rest of the household, mea culpa.
posted in environment, food | Comments Off on Seeing sails set | 290 words
In the light of a sunny afternoon, that tree looked wonderful. Through the spotting scope, actually; the tree is down the lane, along the hedgerow. Filled with ripe apples, ready for harvest; I should go, before a sudden windstorm throws them to the ground.
posted in food | Comments Off on Apple picking | 259 words
