Saturday, December 10, 2011
Michael got back
So now I need to learn anew how to do simply daily tasks without using my lower back. Drop a pencil? Deep curtsey to retrieve. Need to get out of bed? Roll to your side, swing legs over the edge and pivot to a sitting position? Want to spit out toothpaste? Hold on to sink front and bend at the hips and knees to provide an adequate angle of attack. Simon says to touch your toes? Just say no! Most of all, contrary to what may be considered polite in society, therapist says not to be shy. Save the back by sticking out the derriere and bending at the hips.
[think "Sir Mix-a-lot"]
... then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout!
Michael got back
Monday, December 5, 2011
If you love something, set it free.
The items in question included "the weeds" - a clump of woody stems that were roughly six feet tall that we moved to Florida and MAY have even moved back. They were lovingly displayed in the corner behind the couch or behind the television or some other appropriate corner. Also some wicker something - I forget what, but I picture wicker.
But the real story was the pieces of glass. It was approximately four feet square and three-quarters of an inch thick - and weighed seventy pounds or so. We wrapped it up and somehow schlepped it into the basement of our Baltimore apartment. Then we schlepped it to Florida where it sat in Sharon's parent's garage. It then traveled to our garage on Bayharbor Terrace, to our shed on Kelbaugh road and finally to the garage at Gracerock.
And now we've decided that, after twenty-six years of togetherness, it's time to set the glass free. As in "free to good home - one heavy-ass piece of glass that is both well-traveled and well-seasoned". First come, first served. Bring a friend to help you load.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
What has become of Thanksgiving?
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The price of stove-ready wood
Stove-ready wood - even on our own property - comes at a cost. You see, it requires a tree that has been dead for a year or more, but hasn't had the good sense to topple earthward. And even though the tree may still be standing, critters have attacked the base and its fibers have become brittle - causing my angst.
Anyone can fell a tree. The skill - nee art - is to have it land in a place certain. With a live or recently deceased tree, the inner fibers are intact. Cut a notch toward the desired direction of fall and make a hinge cut 180 degrees from fall. Fibers hold the trunk together and it goes as/where planned. Standing dead doesn't work that way. Fibers snap instead of bend and tree falls where it wants, often shedding dead branches in the process. Hard hat is mandatory!
Finally - what the photo above represents. Tree 1 is the lower tree. It fell 20 degrees off course and got hung up in another tree. Ask Chris or Alex and they'll tell you this is par for my felling record. They have simply never been around for a live tree felling operation... So, I thought that I'd topple tree 2 on top of tree 1, sending them both to the ground. Another 20 degree twist and tree 2 instead landed in another tree top. Fortunately, plan C worked like a charm. Attach strap around tree 2 and give a quick tug with the tractor. Down it came onto tree 1 - then to terra firma.
While this may seem like a lot of effort, the process is really a wonderful diversion to life as we know it.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Apostrophy's gone wild!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
October Snow
Flurries in October is rare in these parts. Measurable snow is even more so. You know, October. When the leaves are changing colors and we're getting ready to mow the lawn one last time. Although the weather forecasters saw this one coming, I'm not sure we believed it.
Sometime in the wee hours of Saturday the rain changed to snow and began sticking to the trees in what would be the beginning of a very long day for all vegetation at Gracerock. All day long the sounds of trees moaning and breaking echoed thru the woods. By Saturday afternoon the driveway looked like a war zone - tree branches everywhere. And we were "hesitant" to go out and begin the removal process - even wearing a hard hat, some of those branches could cause serious bodily harm.
Sunday dawned bright. After an hour or so the tractor and I made the driveway passable. Now we're just waiting for the promised 60 degree weather to melt the remaining snow so autumn can resume
Word point
- Some word uses are SO good that a double word point can be awarded.
- Geek speak (technical, biological, etc) doesn't count.
Friday, October 28, 2011
I'm dreaming of a white...
I'm dreaming of a white.... Halloween
Although why, I'll never know
Where the lanterns splatter
And spray pumpkin "matter"
To make
orange in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white... Halloween
With every minute cherish dear
May all folks shovel with good cheer
And may all the neighbors give out beer
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Incredible insect damage
Every time I cut wood I am amazed at the variety of life that
habitates just below the bark. From snakes (OK, I saw one only once)
to termites, grubs, and dozens of other critters. There is definitely
life outside your apartment!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
My jobsite this afternoon
but that's just how it is. So, swapping two antenna leads on an
antenna mast at the very edge of the roof some 20 stories above terra
firma in a brisk breeze makes me particularly touchy. But, it's a part
of the job. And the view really is fabulous!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Photo montage
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Goodbye "Glory to Garden"
Why "Glory to Garden"? Well, because a certain firstborn son once accompanied me to choir practice each week in order to provide his mother with a bit more quality time with second born son. Firstborn was roughly four years of age at the time. It was this same time of year and advent was quickly approaching - thus lots of practice was required. And to his ears, instead of hearing "Glory to God in the highest", firstborn heard "Glory to Garden the highest". Choir director Bev still reminds us to clearly pronounce our words.
Even at that young age, I knew that music would play a large part in Chris' life - simply by the way he watched carefully over our practice, added his direction, and put great big check marks in my music next to the notes that we sang correctly. I still use that music and smile a knowing smile when I get to the part with the big check marks. Rest assured that, even though that particular sheet music will be officially retired in the next couple of weeks, the pages will go safely into the archives along with the big check marks and memories of the kid swinging his arms and singing "Glory to Garden..."
Friday, September 23, 2011
Ho Ho Ho!
just over a quarter of a year til Christmas.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
First whiff of fall
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Mister Blue Sky
there ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped raining
Everybody's in a play
and don't you know
It's a beautiful new day
Just two weeks ago I had lamented to Sharon that we hadn't had a grey rainy day in months. Sure, we had a passing thunderstorm here and there, but no solid "rain all day" kind of days. Well, the old "be careful what you wish for" is true. It's great to see Mister Blue Sky again.
Click here for Electric Light Orchestra's version
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The cleanup begins
Well, it's the "morning after" hurricane Irene passed by our little hamlet. Less than an inch of rain and this is the apparent extent of the damage. I'm gonna have a tough time hooking the chain to these mighty logs in order to drag them away. We are thankful that we were spared from the destruction that Irene could have inflicted.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Signs of an impending hurricane
- The huge chunk of concrete that landed in the middle of Christopher's Downstream during the last flood has now been sledged into pieces and removed. This will hopefully prevent a new channel from being carved.
- Filled the tractor with fuel and moved it out toward the road. There is no location on our ten acres that couldn't be touched by a fallen tree. So, it put it under the youngest trees.
- Acquired additional diesel for the tractor.
- Filled the tub with water for flushing purposes
- Filled containers for drinking water
- Acquired ample supplies of those staples.
- Played Neil Young's "Like a Hurricane".
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The shakes
Friday, August 19, 2011
It was a dark and stormy night
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Summer days driftin' away
This year is a bit different for Chris - for the first time in seventeen years, he is not returning to a classroom in September. And for the first time in seven years, he is not reporting to band camp - although I suspect that he'll stop by for a peek every now and then.
The bad news is that the woodshed remains virtually empty. So many trees, so little time. So little time...
Saturday, July 30, 2011
The anniversary trip
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sharon and the First Aid kit
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Come on down
iceberg! But we have our own section of beach and a great breeze. And
each other.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Downey Ocean
buy a "If you love something set it free..." tee shirt.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Sharon celebrates Cinco de Mayo
After a 2:45am alarm to make our 6am flight, we spent the day exploring the iron works, the building recycling store and a quick jaunt thru Oakland. For a very unplanned day, it turned out great! Cheers!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sharon in Alonzos
surprisingly close lacrosse game. The snare drum player was
exceptional. And now we're at that classic restaurant at the foot of
Keswick, enjoying a burger. Great afternoon
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Flash flood
Thursday, April 7, 2011
When invasives collide
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sunny Sunday afternoon
And now, after cutting, hauling and splitting a half cord, my back is aching and I'm missing Chris & Alex and their young vertebrae. But a cold beer sure tastes good.
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Crossing the great name divide
This is a topic that many of us have faced. For me, it has been when the parents of my childhood friends become peers in some way. The example that comes to mind is when I first served on the parish finance committee almost ten years ago (so you don't need to do the math, it made me just under 40). Also serving on the committee was my friend Regina's dad. For many years he had been Mr. LaCroce. Now he was Gene. As luck would have it, I now serve on the MSS Board with Mrs. LaCroce. Who would have thought lightning would strike twice? Most of my childhood friends' parents are definitely still Mr./Mrs. Wivell, Topper, etc. But not all. And I really can't put my finger on when the change happened.
Then there's VoxStaff Joe. He was at Mother Seton School - maybe in 5th grade or so, when Sharon taught there. Sharon and his mom were fairly good friends - so of course, she was Mrs. Forrence and I was Mr. Forrence. Then he came to work for us. Even though specifically invited, I think he had the hardest time calling me Mike. For the first three months, he probably didn't call me anything.
So - when do we invite the next generation make the leap? I'm thinking a good marker is when they graduate from college. When do you think?
Monday, March 21, 2011
I can't rant there, so I'll rant here
Anyway, here is the really relevant link for this rant.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
My nephew made me cry
My nephew made me cry today. Not tears of sadness or hurt or despair. But tears of joy.
When the boys are at mass they often sit with their mother in the choir loft. During the sign of peace, they’ll make their way into the sea of choir members to greet me – they are very sweet. Today they weren’t upstairs, but during the sign of peace I heard footsteps on the choir loft stairs and then Adam appeared. He made his way into the sea of choir members as usual and, instead of the standard “peace be with you”, he said “my parents are back together”. I told him that is wonderful news. And it is. He then turned around and went back downstairs.
I imagine the joy that this brings for him, a feeling that his family is whole again – a joy that he simply had to share. No "Hi Uncle Mike" or anything else. Just a simple, gleeful "my parents are back together".
The next song was “How Beautiful” has a line “How beautiful the feet that bring the sound of good news…” Today, those were Adam’s feet on the choir loft stairs. How Beautiful! And I was unable to sing.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Big Red Prognosticator
Most people think that prognosticators are the stuff of folklore. You know, dark woolly bear caterpillars predict a long winter, Punxsutawney Phil and his hit and miss predictions of spring, etc.
Well, unlike those quaint harbingers, we have a very accurate weather predictor living right here at Gracerock. His name is Obie and his gift is the ability to predict thunderstorms. Yes, that's right - a thunderstorm can be twenty or more miles away, but Obie knows it's a comin'. Because of his long and lanky tongue, his mastery of spoken language is a bit rough. Fortunately, he has other means of communication. When a storm is on the way, he'll first notify us by dancing around and turning in counter-clockwise circles. This is to indicate the counter-clockwise wind direction usually associated with thunderstorms. Then he'll crawl onto your lap (regardless of your actual position - standing, sitting, flat on your back). This is to demonstrate his willingness to hold you down in the face of strong approaching winds. Thus far, it has worked quite well. Neither Sharon nor I have been blown away by a thunderstorm while Obie has been on the job.
The good news is that his senses never sleep. Day or night, Obie is on duty - ready to alert us at the first sign of an approaching storm. Just think of the lives that could have been saved, had Obie lived in earlier times - you know, before the days of Doppler radar and satellite surveillance. Lives at sea, those living in coastal areas - humanity by the thousands would have survived if only they had Obie to guide them thru the dangers of weather. I know that I sleep much better at night knowing Obie is on watch. That is, I sleep better until a storm approaches. At which time no one sleeps until the storm has passed.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Wait just a doggone minute
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Dangerous slush
So it was a beautiful day one day in the middle of last week. Temps into the mid 40s, birds were out in droves and the snow did a lot of melting. Then the thermometer took a dive and the slush became solid ice. A bit of freezing rain on top and then a bit of non-freezing rain yields a slightly bumpy but oh, so slippery driveway that even Obie (with four-paw drive) has trouble negotiating.
Funny thing was, on that beautiful day, I heard neighbor Scott down the road running his skid loader. Wondered why he was plowing his driveway on such a beautiful day. Didn't he know it was all melting? Of course, as it turns out, it wasn't what Scott didn't know, but rather what I didn't know. So there we have it, another lesson added to the ranks of "the hard way" is that, when the snow becomes two inches of slush, take time to plow it away.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Baby it's Cold Outside
the fire with a warm dog on your lap cold. It's "Joe, we're not working on that CLV outdoors project today" cold. It's dream of daffodils and redbuds cold. And in just a few short months, we'll be whining about the heat...
Friday, January 7, 2011
Obie just doing his job
Well, SOMEONE needs to carry the newspaper every morning. Somehow Obie gets stuck with the task day after day. Yet, he keeps a stiff upper lip and does his duty with appropriate decorum. Good dog.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
From the Broadway musical Rent , reminds me of the miles that we've traveled during our recent trip around the sun. Chris became a college senior, Alex and Sharon both became college freshmen. Golden Obie arrived at Gracerock. And we've survived with our family intact. In that regard, a banner year.
Now New years resolutions are the order of the day. Here are mine:
1. To work when I'm supposed to work and not work when I'm supposed to play.
2. Buy more from Zurgables and other local businesses.
3. Spend more time in outdoor activities - AWAY from the computer!
4. Do what needs to be done now, not later.
5. And mostly, to make the most of the next five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Once they're gone, they're gone!
Happy 2011!
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