Another weekend in the books. Saturday was pretty crappy. Cold, windy, snowy. When it wasn’t snowing, it was dark and brooding (and did I mention windy? Like, really windy). So it wasn’t conducive to getting much accomplished. I did manage to pound the rest of my fence posts into the ground, but that was about it.
Sunday was much better. After a start in the mid-twenties it got, well, not exactly warm (I don’t think it hit 50), but it was sunny and not very windy, and it felt pretty warm in the sun. So I managed to finally finish up the last 200 feet of fence so the varmints can go out in the back yard again. They haven’t been there in quite a while, so they had a great time exploring and smelling everything they haven’t smelled in a while.
I didn’t manage to take off my snow tires, though. Too cold on Saturday, and I need the “middle bay” in my garage to have room enough to mess with it. But that’s where my wife parks, and by the time I was done with the fence she was back. Not that I was actually contemplating doing them at that point. I was too tired (and sore; that my back hurt me was no surprise, but my hands are killing me too). But I spent most of the day outside and thus avoided having to hear about the Boston bomber kid, and got to catch up on my backlog of Star Talk and This American Life podcasts.
I also didn’t get around to putting the mower on the tractor, which I’ll probably need to do soon. Seems like once the grass starts growing, it pops up all at once.
Back to work today, but at least I’m at home and get to look out the window. And listen to NPRs “Boston” coverage (did you know that white hat dude can’t yet talk but he’s passing notes?).
Have a good one, and go out and do something nice for the planet.
Palemale and Octavia have done a nice thing for the planet, they’ve hatched some chicks. Don’t know how many because they are too small to pop their heads above the nest but the hawkwatchers and Lincoln know they are there because they can see Octavia feeding them. Palemale likes sitting on eggs but he does not participate in the actual feeding. Some male hawks do, some don’t.
Tough break for a WVU kid on a new job
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Oops.
:blues: 🙁 :gate: :fist:
The voice of ‘Freedom’ goes silent
Legary folk man Richie Havens dies at 72
How do you misspell a cut and paste?
Legendary folk man Richie Havens dies at 72
:santacool: :jesus: 😎 :blues: 🙁 :gate:
I never knew that he was married to Diane Arbus.
M*A*S*H Actor Allan Arbus Dies at 95
🙁 :gate:
Holy crap, I never would have guessed he was that old. He seemed more or less Alan Alda’s age, but he was closer to Harry Morgan’s age.
That shocked me, too. He was 5 years older than my Dad. My dad seemed a whole lot older.
Here’s another remembrance of Allan Arbus.
I may have to watch Putney Swope later.
:jesus:
Wherever thou wentest, Melina…
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