Monday, December 9, 2013
This is not a joke.
I think it's mind-boggling.
Years and years and now years later, they are still A, B, C, D.
I say, give these neighborhoods some class.
Give 'em real monikers.
Names they can be proud of.
This continues to be a real head-shaker for me.
Can ya tell?
Sunday, December 8, 2013
We've had good luck there. Last New Years, the tree was still going strong with not a real loss of needles, and with a woodstove cranking most of the month, a drying tree can be a real issue.
So, you have good luck?
Creatures of habit always return to the well; we did.
It sits this morning in the family room loaded with decorations and memories from past Decembers.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Gotta find a mousetrap too.
Ah, that's another story.
Oh, and I might be firing my two cats also.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Each year the early dusting of snow was a harbinger of another long winter in Maine. Elenka and I came from different places. I filled my winters with Old Maids with brother and sisters, attending high school basketball games at the Expo, hockey games around the kitchen table with pals, meetings of the Skeleton Club, and countless nights of sledding under the stars. Elenka growing up in Parsippany, NJ, on the other hand, filled lots of her hours dancing, with sister Judy, as Fred and Ginger.
I guess that made her time fly by.
I hope it did.
Me? I didn't even know of this dance team until years later.
We both had fun; I guess.
Boys and girls.
We were different.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Once, I delivered all my 75 Press Heralds in about 22 minutes.
I think that record still stands.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Got some ice. Got some rain. Got some serious snow flurries. I had a little trimming, near the kitchen window, to get done, and I got that completed on Saturday. As you can see by this shot, I guess I forgot to get my equipment back into a snug place for the winter. Over the next few days I'll post some photos of what things looked like around here after the early flurries.
For anyone not familiar with me and my relationship with snow, here's a primer.
Yes, it's pretty.
Yes, snow days as a child were very fun.
Snow falling on December 24th. Yes!
Snow cover on the 25th. Yes!
Not that long ago, we got 36 inches in one blizzard.
Monday, December 2, 2013
This ain't a dream.
I've thought of the idea lots of times.
I'd just need a place to hide it for about 7 months.
Of course, with 10 acres or so I might be able to find a place.
Would it be worth it?
To keep an uninspected truck and plow up back in the trees, away from Elenka's eyes.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Today, December 1, is Theme Day across the CityDailyPhoto (citydailyphotoblog) community. Sometimes, I struggle with the theme. Sometimes, it comes right away, although boring. I attempt to search out the theme seen from a different slice of life. Sometimes, I feel I fall short of the mark. At other times I sit back and release a small grin. I always run the theme by Elenka, whether I have a photo in mind or not. I don't like boring. I like to try to get a different slant on the subject. I certainly didn't want any shot of the camera looking out a shop window, if I could help it. I had an idea at the ready for this one. Since I've been stacking and chopping wood for awhile. I was thinking a 'chopping shot' with an alarming cry of-- LOOK-ing OUT!
Then Elenka said, "Hey, just shoot you and the bag, and get it over with."
Here I am 'looking out' at the world.
Playing a bit of hide and seek.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
I like this photograph.
It's not the same as the tree, but...
the bulbs never go out on it.
Friday, November 29, 2013
There is a pull.
I really can't explain it.
Don't provide reasons why or why not.
I've heard them all.
I'm torn... at least today.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Hope everyone has maneuvered around and are where they need to be today. This year, we are staying put here in Maine. We'll be sitting down for a mighty repast later this afternoon with family and friends here in southern Maine. And I can promise you a few things. I won't be breaking down any doors doing any 'black Friday' shopping. I won't be doing any 'hunting' for anything other than white turkey meat and all the fixings on the table. I won't be stacking wood. It's done! I will be sampling every type of pie that makes it to the table. I will be glancing at TV for a hint the Macy parade. I will be watching football. I'll be cheering for the Lions, Raiders and Steelers.
I will burp.
I'll hope to say excuse me though.
Don't go crazy!
Enjoy the day!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Sister Delores, on that back step, ringing that big bell, meant it was time to 'freeze in place' and move to our grade lines, when the second bell sounded.
It was a simple time.
Ding, dong, ding, dong!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
It was said as a joke.
I was asked yesterday what I was planning on bringing to our Thanksgiving dinner with friends. Squash? Turnip? Pecan pie? Some stuffed cream cheese celery?
I said I'd really like to bring Heidi Klum, but I said I'd settle on two six packs and a pecan pie. Well, in reality, I'm bringing the 'sixers'. I'll leave the pie to Elenka. She does pie very well! As a matter of fact, there isn't much in the kitchen she doesn't excel at Turkey time or not.
What do I do well in the kitchen area? I'm thinking hard on this one. Want me to be brutally honest?
There, that's about it.
Well, let me be real here.
After I've visited the nut dishes sprinkled around the room, sampled the cream cheese stuffed celery, I'll settle on eating some yellow squash that's smothered in butter. You see, after the bird, I'll vote for the squash.
Does anyone have Heidi's cell number?
Monday, November 25, 2013
Don't want to take any chances.
Trying to get work done in snow ain't fun.
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
It's still not clear at all to me, and the event is over 50 years removed. For the last week or so our airways have been bombarded with the JFK retrospective. It's getting a bit hard to take. The politics of the time, Honey Fitz, PT 109, the Walter Cronkite broadcast, Dealey Plaza, Oswald, Jack Ruby, the pink dress, summers at the Hyannis complex, John-John and Caroline running around the Oval Office and, of course, all the conspiracy theories. Enough already.
This is what I know. It was sometime after noon on November 22 of my Sophomore year, and I was in the library at Cheverus High looking for a book, when an announcement came on the PA system. The Principal said the President's motorcade had been shot at in Dallas, and news reports were saying that President Kennedy had been hit. We were told to say a prayer and that school was being dismissed early. I remember thinking- what is happening? As I did each day, I walked the entire length of Read Street, about a mile in length, totally confused, alone and wishing that it was all a nightmare. At the top of Read, I dreaded my cut across to Arbor Street, because I knew I'd have to pass the fire station and that flag flying atop it. I had this sick, in the pit of my stomach feeling, of what was in store for me. As soon as I could, I searched out for the flag. And there was depressingly, limp at half staff and my wishing, wondering and hoping was over. I walked in the house, and I heard the distant hum of the TV. Mom, in tears, met me in the kitchen and filled me in on the latest out of Dallas. She told me life would never be the same. And she was right again. The guys met that night, shooting baskets, playing 'Horse' in our driveway and going over the events of the day. We talked about a lot including the upcoming high school basketball season, but what we had lived through that afternoon was foremost on our minds. I fell asleep after midnight, listening to my radio and staring at the flickering light on my ceiling, trying to make sense of a senseless event. The weekend was spent mostly glued to our black and white in the living room. Yes, I saw Ruby shoot Oswald on live TV, our President lying in state, and the ever-somber news broadcasts over and over. Monday was the funeral and a day off from school. There was no excitement there. I took it all in, maybe 12-15 hours. The rider-less horse, the haunting sound of the clip-clop of the horse's hooves on pavement, the ever-strong, black-clad dignified, stoic Jackie and John-John's salute.
It was a weekend that changed us all in ways we can't even begin to comprehend.
That 50 years have passed from that afternoon is mind-boggling to me.
I lived through it.
Even now 50 years removed, the replay is difficult to watch.
Still out of focus---
Life moves forward though.
But some memories are still tough to take.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Sometimes, when you just have to slow the entire mechanism down a bit, 'baby steps' ain't a bad way to start.
Friday, November 22, 2013
My grandfather has been gone an amazing 53 years this past summer. I still remember walking into the living room on Stevens Avenue and seeing my Mom, grandmother and aunts all in tears. Probably, the first bit of information that I ever received in my life that I just couldn't process.
It was my first brush with death.
I think of that man often.
Mostly, when I see scenes like this.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
However, when I stop and think about it, I don't make a lot of monumental moves. Here are a few to think about this morning. Same home since 1977. Been at the same job, same building for coming up on 41 years. Somewhere in the late Sixties while attending college, those British punks, the Beatles, took on moustaches. I thought they looked pretty cool. So I tried one. Then a magical moment took place in my life.
While at a local watering hole, a young lady approached me and said, "Oh my God, you look like McCartney!"
Game. Set. Point!
It was over!
I've had one pretty much since that night and for sure have not shaved the upper lip since 1974. Few changes here. I do like routines. I like to think I ponder long and hard on major decisions, like house and job, but 'stache?
File this one under just another example of the powerful pull of women!
Am I alone here?
Anyone ever done something like this for a member of the opposite sex?
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
It's an apple caper, if you will.
My question: how the heck did this half-eaten apple ever get to the top of this birdhouse.
Some early responders were:
Madge said, "a crow or raven."
TexWisGirl commented, "squirrel?"
Jack(the jester) replied, "You put it there. Fess up."
Come on. Get creative. I think I know the culprit but... make me smile.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Elenka is not so impressed!
In her mind just another piece of crap for one of my many junk drawers that I refuse to clean.
Lots of things make me smile throughout my day.
These whimsical shoes do.
And a new tiny race car spinning, mightily off the kitchen table headed for a life of doom does.
Fun, fun, fun!
ps. Yes, I checked last night, and I still have all of these dental trinkets and much MORE.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Does tidiness haunt me daily?
I guess you haven't seen my desk at work.
As Elenks might mutter, "I guess you haven't ventured to his many junk drawers scattered about the house".
Let me 'leaf' you with this thought this morning.
I rather hate leaves come November.
They makes for messy work.
And I never have cared for the leaf- snow dichotomy.
My theory here: outta sight, outta mind.
Let it snow!
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
I enjoy the smells in these buildings, but not the creeping up of pricing.
Greenhouses: I've learned my lesson about glass houses!
Friday, November 15, 2013
The kid, inside of me, holds tight to the sights and sounds of those late fall evenings.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Want a different way to start your day? How about trying a chai glazed, bacon and cheddar, dark chocolate ginger, strawberry glazed, chocolate & sea salt, glazed sweet potato, mocha glazed, roasted pistachio, pomegranate or a tart cherry? Well, these are all donuts that can be purchased at the Holy Donut. The shop on Park Avenue has been open for about a year now, and customers are lining up for their early morning fix. By the way, all their donuts are made with a mashed potatoes mixture. My donut of choice, regardless of where I am shopping, is the venerable chocolate coconut. Last Friday, I sampled one of these at the Holy Donut.
It reminded me of a decorated cupcake.
It was fine, delicious.
Let's move on.
A Bacon and Cheddar?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Things are not always what they seem.
At first glance, this might look like a watercolor. It did to me. However, on closer examination, you'll probably pickup on the fact that it's just some black ink on newsprint. The color is just what is on the newspaper page behind. It just showed up one day on the easel in the kitchen-- a bit of J's work.
I'm quite guilty of shooting from the hip at times. The results, many times, are not flattering. Often a ring of apologies follow and some sort of inner statement to myself that that will never happen again. Guess what? I usually can't help myself, and sure enough, I find myself talking without thinking again.
Sometimes, if I've committed a large, social faux pas, I'll get some 'constructive criticism' from a close and personal friend.
... and that's a good thing.
You see, when it comes to figuring me out, it's often a puzzle.
But at least, I think, the pieces are all there.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Come over here.
Listen, I survived Halloween, because this nerdy kid's parents took me inside to look out the window on the 31st. I guess they had a fear that I might end up splattered across the street out front. It would probably have brought the kid to tears. Now that the festivities are over, they leave me out every, freezing night and all day for that matter. And I do feel that I'm starting to sag from the inside out. This morning, I thought I saw and smelled a bit of stomach rot. It was black, and to tell you the truth, it wasn't pretty! It's been two weeks, and it really doesn't look like I'm heading for any pumpkin pie nearby. So, will someone please pick me up and just heave me?
Cripes! Please put me out of my misery.
I don't want to end up rotting on this kid's doorstep.
It would be the epitome of embarrassment!"
Monday, November 11, 2013
Happy Armistice Day!
And on the 11th hour, of 11th day, of the 11th month in 1918 silence reigned! Today, we call it Veterans' Day.
Today I'm thinking about three veterans close to me: Leonard, Don and Steve. Thank you for your service.
This is a page from one of Mom's scrapbooks that she told me I'd need someday. She was right again.
“Photographs don’t discriminate between the living and the dead. In the fragments of time and shards of light that compose them, everyone is equal. Now you see us; now you don’t. It doesn’t matter whether you look through a camera lens and press the shutter. It doesn’t even matter whether you open your eyes or close them. The pictures are always there. And so are the people in them.” Robert Goddard
Sunday, November 10, 2013
I think it all began then-- my love of stacking.
Do you have a seemingly boring activity that you love and can't explain?
I need something to read today.
The Patriots are on a bye week.