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Early Warming System

It was a world of icy frost out there at six-dark-thirty this morning... Just Mother Nature's way of letting us know Jack Frost is on the way home to the North Woods after vacationing all summer with Saint Nick.

Realization of the day

Time was, a dip in the 68* lake on a warm day in mid-September was a pleasure. This afternoon, it was simply bloody cold. Ten minutes as a Pops-cicle and I had to sit in the sun for an hour!

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Autumnal Lung Festers

SWMBO in her element

Labor Day Weekend @ The Lake

Mid-August, Maine 2012

Post 4th activity

Living la vida de pobrecitas

Have a happy and safe 4th of July, folks.

Not Spring Yet

Regardless of the calendar and the record 83* F temp last week at this time, the earliest ice-out in recorded history and one of the mildest winters in memory, the snow back on the ground and these "ice stacks" say it's not Spring yet here in the frozen North.

Hurricane preparations? No, just another drunken Saturday night. 

Why do you ask?

Photo Credit: Maine Warden Service via Bangordailynews.com

Happy Birthday!
Many happy returns of the day to my Cousin Patty ( my "womb mate") and to my second most favorite Southern Belle* in the whole world, Mickey T.

*SWMBO is the #1 Southern Belle in my life,  of course.

Still Snooz'n...Hope Y'all are well.

This is what Magic Mushrooms grow up to be...

Ms. Jingle Belle snoozing...

Hello? Anyone Out There?

We are still in Maine (August at the lake is wonderful) but the first intimation of things to come will be roaring down from Hudson Bay any day now. Thoughts of winter are starting to crowd the brain. There is an old saying up here that posits ... " We have nine months of winter here. And three months of hard sledding."

I know it is hard for many of my acquaintance to understand this fixation with all things frigid. Winter is not some fluffy scene of cottages snug under the shelter of towering pines, smoke curling lazily from a chimney in a romantic Currier & Ives' Christmas card tableau. No, it is a time of death and privation, curtains standing straight out from the pressure of the wind on the pane, temperatures so low that hitting the seat of the truck to answer a neighbor's call for help is like sitting on a frozen stack of 2x4's, only with less give. All things mechanical not coddled and warmed electrically simply refuse to move. Cold so severe that unprotected skin freezes that hard, dirty grey of death you know will never come back. You know, the kind of weather so awful that -10 F. Is celebrated as a "thaw".

Happy Birthday, Abby & Gabby!

Just snoozing

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Mildewing

How are you doing, Wil?


Glad you asked. I'm mildewing. It has rained a lot here on the Eastern Shore of Maryland since I arrived. Maybe 1 day in 4 is sunny for most of the day. Been far more terrible weather in other places, so I have no right to complain. But I swear I am turning green with mold, my allergies are kicking a storm and there is a least an inch  of pollen on the car every morning. So, there.


My days are mostly spent driving my aunt back and forth to the rehab facility my uncle is ensconced in, making meals, doing dishes and shopping. Other small errands and chores occupy my time. Evenings usually involve fighting with Uncle's computer and watching the tube. Otherwise, lather, rinse, repeat.


All of that excitement is coming to an end as I return to Maine and the various issues facing me there the end of this week. I miss my pooch terribly (this is the first time we've been apart any length of time since he joined the family).


In a nutshell, that is my life. I hope you all are healthy and able to pursue happiness with some semblance of gusto, I am...