Swing Low, Sweet Chariot would be a good song to die on. —Kyle, trying to say that we should end with Swing Low and go home
Monthly Archive for July, 2007
All right! We have a popular downtown. Pacific Ave is the main drag. I go often to do errands and be among fellow beings. But now I’ve come to the conclusion that I am out of my element. I don’t have a cell phone. I have nothing against them but don’t have one. (The photo below shoes me talking on my flip flop.) I don’t feel the need. But…
While walking to the beach from our house I saw that the Laundromat had a new paint job with writing that says “Historical District”. I noticed right away that one of the pictures was the Abbott Row Houses. Our neighborhood has many Victorians in it although some were torn down in the 50’s. Carl’s parent’s were very into historical preservation. When they first came to
When I first began composting years ago I used a grinder to chop up everything so it would heat up quickly and ‘get done’. Silly me, and what a racket that grinder made. I can still hear that 10hp engine. Fortunately the wisdom of laziness came my way and I sold the chopper and just began throwing stuff onto the pile. Low and behold, nature knew what to do without my ‘help’.
Well, I do help out a little…… Continue reading ‘Composting Everything’
I had a great idea today. Now you may be saying, “Well, so what? You say that every week.” Well, yes but this time I’m being semi-sarcastic.
As you can see, we’ve got a nice pond (made from dirt, rock and a horse trough) which the ducks swim in. However, it needs to be changed every week ’cause the water gets pretty foul looking/smelling. When it’s time to drain it, we connect a hose to the nozzle on the trough, release the valve and then let the water flow on the dry parts of the grass. Efficient!
Well, today I thought of something grand. I thought, why not use the water to water my lime tree on the hill. Now, I already know that water doesn’t naturally flow upwards, but … Continue reading ‘Siphoning bilge water is worse than it sounds’
I like to live dangerously. —Luke’s response to “Would you like to purchase a Circuit City protection plan?”
Can you believe it? This is the ocean nowadays. Must be global warming. The ocean has been like one big lake these past few weeks or so. It’s quite odd really, especially when we saw these surfers doing their best to find some action. Ha!
We’ve all had that moment. You are making lunch with some friends/family and you spill some salt. They tease (in a fun, friendly way) you about throwing it over your shoulder so you won’t have bad luck. “Haha!” you laugh! But when they all turn away to see that the Potatoes Au’ Gratin is on fire, you quickly throw a pinch of salt to put yourself back on level ground with the devil and god. (Nothing to do with the Potatoes Au’ Gratin. That was just a means for the people to look the other direction, giving you the opportunity to use your evil-thwarting ways.)
Well, as I was making lunch today, I accidentally tipped over Mama’s Nu-Salt, a fake-salt that’s made with Potassium Chloride instead of Sodium Chloride. Then I thought, “gee! Does that salt-throwing myth apply to fake salt?”
Well, does it?
Whoo boy. I had a real “D’oh!” moment today.
Somebody we know is having some problems with another person we know. It got a pretty serious, emotions-wise, so Mama gave the first person a call to kinda sort things out.
So, I was in the kitchen making lunch when I heard Ma say on the phone, “So whatcha doin’?” I thought Mama was talking to Wendy (Mama’s singing buddy, Gossip Pal and all around “Wazzup Gur’frend?” compadre) because, “So whatcha doin’?”, “Where are you?”, “What’s the latest news?” are the usual first lines that are said when one of them chat to the other.
Anyway, so I thought it was Wendy. After a hearing lots of, “uhuh… hmm… mhmm…” Ma finally said, “Well, that’s just human nature.” That sounded juicy so I ran in and said in a raised voice, “Hey! That sounds like Gossip!!!” Mama gave me the Are-You-Out-Of-Your-Mind?!!! look. Then I suddenly realized that it wasn’t Wendy on the other line.
Boy, was there egg on my face!
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