We had about 5″ on the ground. We got about 7 last night. And in the construction mess, the power cords have all gone missing. I was able to nurse the snow-blower within 8 feet of the street down the driveway, but that’s now a foot of snow PLUS the snow-plow’s gifts that’s barring our way to the street. And it may rain this afternoon, creating ice. So — I have spotted a power cord plugged into the porch light out front, and I am going to make a sincere try at hauling it in off the lawn. WHich is under a foot of snow. Either that or we will have to call taxis all week, for multiple PT appointments and a dental visit.
Today we quest for the power cord….for the snowblower.
by CJ | Feb 12, 2019 | Journal | 56 comments
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I just ran into a post at Daily Kos on Instant Pot cookbooks that y’all might like:
https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2019/2/22/1836803/-Kitchen-Table-Kibitzing-Feb-22-2019-Favorite-Cookbooks-for-the-Instant-Pot
One of the things about older books, particularly books from the 19th century and before, is that they wrote in an era when people had time to read something as “data dense” as a lot of 19th century prose is. The world was moving at a slower pace, and people communicated at a slower pace. They wrote for people who shared their cultural context, which included a shared vocabulary, a shared manner of expression, a shared daily experience of the world, and a shared educational background. We don’t talk the same way anymore; our vocabulary is different, we express things differently, our educational background is different. Not only what we are taught but how we are taught it is very different. Our cultural context has changed, not just in terms of what is acceptable, but what our expectations are. Our concerns are different. We don’t bring the same things to that literature, nor do we take the same things away from it as its contemporary readers did. It’s an effort to put your head where their heads were, and in a very real sense, you can’t get there from here. As far as I’m concerned, most of the time, the game is not worth the candle, to coin a phrase.
I know what I like, and I can usually tell within the first 2-3 pages to chapter whether I’m going to like a book well enough to finish it or not. It has as much to do with an author’s ‘voice’ — the mechanics of how they write — the word choices, the sentence structures, the pace and rhythm, etc., — as it does what they write about and how they write about it. Clunky prose will eject me out of a book with in the first page or two. I don’t have time for authors who cannot craft good prose. I shouldn’t have to stop and figure out a pronoun’s antecedent, or deal with a misplaced prepositional phrase, or a dangling participle. It’s like hitting a pothole at 60 mph. I don’t have time for authors who can’t spin a good yarn, either. That said, though, I’ll forgive the odd typo or grammatical misdemeanor if I’m hot on the trail of a good story.
I read for enjoyment and I don’t enjoy stories that are dark, heavy, violent or grim. I’ve had to stop reading some authors I really like because they keep putting their characters through the meat grinder. It’s one thing to have jeopardy and suspense, but I’d rather not have to go through a second verse of Les Miserables. I get enough sturm und drang in real life. I don’t need to read about it.
I knew when I read the Morgaine books, which were the first books of C.J.’s that I read, that I had hit paydirt. Her books are consistently right in the middle of my reading Goldilocks zone.
Y’know I do like Poe, some of Dickens and Thackeray, though the last may be earlier than Victorian.
So what does Britain do for blood transfusions, seeing as how nearly only vegetarians can donate. Europe would be out too.
I was a blood donor in Holland for two decades (l1989 – 2009) , until I got hypertension, and was not asked if I was a vegetarian or vegan, if I remember correctly.
There was a 2-page questionnaire I had to fill in each time, but I can’t remember that question on there. There was a question about whether one had visited Great Britain or some other countries, as well as questions about illnesses, drugs, shared needles or risky sexual things, but not about eating meat in general, as far as I can remember.
@Joe, you may find this interesting.
http://www.uni-mainz.de/presse/aktuell/7686_ENG_HTML.php
I had thought about the effects of terrain development on the foraging, but still thought the dance would have been a major means of orienting. Hmm, obviously not, now.
It seems expectable to me. In the natural environment forage plants would tend to be in isolated clumps where micro-conditions were just right, and they had previously dropped seed. Bees would need directions. But in a human dominated environment, “landscaping” has put flowers all over the place. But they tend to be very restricted as to type and bloom-period; not a good thing.
It just shows me there are so many thing we do, enumerated previously, that are bad for bees, it’s wrong to pick one and think that is the panacea. I worked at the local ARS chapter’s display during the Home & Garden Show last Friday. Stephanitis pyrioides has been a serious pest for the past decade. Several visitors had completely wrong-headed ideas about how to treat the menace. There IS a proper, effective way for rhododendrons and azaleas. And yes, it does involved neonics, used intelligently and on a very localized scale, plant by plant.
p.s. Snowing big fat flakes on the rainy side. Grass is still exposed.
Hanneke, blood donations in the U.S. fall under the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. In the last few years, they’ve relaxed many of the restrictions on donations, but not the one on beef from Europe, especially the UK.