February Freeze

We have a fire in the fireplace for the first time in almost two years. We didn't have one last year all winter because we'd just painted the house the previous summer. And of course fireplaces smoke up the house, I don't care how careful you are.

No fire thus far this year because of concern that the smoke would upset my allergies, making my ear and my balance issues worse. But tonight it is very cold. It is 10 degrees (F), with wind. It is supposed to be just below freezing tomorrow, a veritable warming trend, but we also have a chance of snow.

I read somewhere, in some book about writing, that if you must write about the weather, then you've nothing to say. But I have always found the weather interesting and in looking back it's always good to be able to say this event happened when.

I remember several significant weather events in my life, and there are dramas around all of them. I recall a big snow during a full moon when I was teenager (so like, 1979?). The snow stopped, the air cleared, and it was as crisp and clean as a plate glass window. My parents and my brother and I went walking, stomping through the snow. We laughed, threw snowballs at one another, and relaxed in the moonlight as it reflected off the snow almost as brightly as sun. I was happy for this one evening, and I remember it because it unusual for that. My parents weren't fighting, my brother wasn't being a pest, I wasn't being yelled at for existing. For just that one evening, we lived in the now without recriminations or tears. It was a happy snow.

It snowed on my wedding night, November 18, 1983. A light dusting, nothing much to speak of, but I remember it because of the event surrounding the date. The day I changed my fortunes and my life for the better.

In 1993, we had a huge snow. The power went out for a week. One week without electricity seemed like a lifetime. We had a generator, so we had some power, but not enough to take a shower with. Mostly we used it for heat and cooking. I could not get out of the house for days, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore. Despite my husband's warning that I might not make it back up the driveway (we have a very long driveway, uphill), I took off and went to Salem to take a shower at my grandmother's. That is the longest I have gone without a shower and trust me, that is not something I ever want to experience again!

Those are the snow events that stand out in my mind. There are some cold nights - I remember having to bring in the dog many times to be sure she was happy and warm - but they all merge together. There were big snows in my childhood but they too are a blur.

That moonlit walk is the one that stands out as something special and pure. I always thought it was a vision of what might have been, if things had been different. I am grateful at least for that one night, an evening in the moon and the snow, the one day I actually had a family.

The Moon

I took this picture early Friday morning as the moon was beginning to set. The Trapper's Moon. Or Little Famine Moon, I think it is called. I took the photo with my Canon Powershot.

The Project

My husband and I own an older house. I lived in it a very long time ago. I inherited it from my mother with people in it. They moved out in November. I don't know what the place looked like when they first moved in, but it was pretty well trashed when they left.

So my husband has been fixing it up.

Here are the kitchen cabinets in the beginning:


This is what they look like today. We plan to add some brass hardware to them to make them look better still.



This is what one of the rooms looked like:



This is what it looks now, after painting and a new light fixture:



The house is heated with propane. This old propane furnace stove apparently had no blower. We did not know that. The people who rented from us never told us if anything was wrong with the house; the roof leaked for five years before they mentioned it.



This is the new propane heater, and there's been some painting in here:



This room had dark wainscotting and a wooden ceiling. The white turned out to be newspaper that had been placed over wooden slats and then painted over. We were unaware of that until my husband pulled things off the wall.



This is what it looks like at present. The wainscotting and ceiling have been painted and paneling will be put up where the painted newspaper was.



An air conditioner sat in this window and leaked water until everything rotted.



This is the new window. That's husband (left) and nephew (right) doing their work today.


I've been unable to do anything but deliver pizza because of my allergies and chemical sensistivity. Just being over there today for a half-hour made my lips go numb and made my chest tight. So this is my husband's project. I am trying to stay out of it and not "offer advice" but sometimes that is difficult, particularly since I lived there once, very long ago.

In another month or so I will post some "final" photos, I hope.

Turkey Tracks

This is why I really wanted a good camera with a nice zoom:



Four tom turkeys walzed into view, strutting their stuff between the oak trees.



They were fanning their tails and their face was blue, a sure sign of mating interest.



I don't know where the hen was, but she must have been close. I guessed on the other side of the ridge.



The birds gave a mighty gobble before they moved out of my sight.



I spied the birds from my window as I sat at my desk at about 9:15 a.m. this morning. I grabbed my Canon Powershot and headed out the back door. I didn't even stop for a coat. I scared a woodpecker when I went outside, but the toms were far enough away not to notice. They had other things on their mind.

About comments

I appreciate and welcome comments on my blog, but I would appreciate them even more if the language was kept a little cleaner. I have always thought a point was much stronger when made without foul words. If you must curse to get the point across, then you're not making a strong case, you're just blowing off steam. Please take a moment to think about what you're writing.

Thanks.

Thursday Thirteen

1. I can't believe it is Thursday and I'm doing this again. Didn't I just do this?

2. I am waiting on the snow but there is no snow forthcoming. However, it has given me a good reason to stay home because I am don't like driving in bad weather.

3. Unfortunately, staying home will also cost me money because I will lose out on an article or two, but better that than my life.

4. Molly Ivins, who died yesterday, was a columnist I admired, mostly because she was outspoken and I find that a difficult thing to be. I know what I think and why I think it, but I am always afraid someone will yell at me for those thoughts. So I keep them to myself, generally.

5. Sometimes I feel brave and get a little outspoken. I think I did yesterday.

6. I am sad because my great aunt Susie ended up in a nursing home. I haven't spoken to her so I don't know how she is. But I hear she doesn't want to get dressed anymore.

7. I am also unhappy because I had a cool project in mind for the summer but someone had already beaten me to the idea and now my opportunity is lost. That is what I get for being slow.

8. I have an article on my desk that I can't write. I will write it, but it doesn't want to be written. I am not sure what the problem is, but at some point I lost my enthusiasm for the subject matter, in part because I am not sure I can do it justice.

9. Sometimes my self-esteem leaves a lot to be desired.

10. Someone sent me a little note about an article I wrote in yesterday's paper that they appreciated. So it can't be all bad.

11. I planned absolutely nothing in this list, and I usually at least give some thought to what I am going to write. I visited Colleen's blog and realized what day it was, and dove in.

12. My husband just called wanting me to come look at one of his projects, which is taking place seven miles away. But I am waiting on a phone call so I had to decline.

13. I am trying not to bite my nails and am being somewhat successful. It will be months before anyone will be able to tell, though.

Thanks for reading, if you made it this far.

Electricity and Deregulation

Apparently I wasn't clear in my post yesterday about my electric bill giving me a migraine. Let me try again.

Virginia is already a deregulated state with regard to electricity. This came about in 1997, I think it was, when the General Assembly passed "The Virginia Electric Utility Restructuring Act," which allowed direct retail sales to consumers as of January 1, 2002.

What was supposed to happen was competition among electric companies, as in, two or three would be calling you up and saying I can sell you this for that, and you would choose. You could shop around for the best rate.

But what happened essentially was that electricity went on sale at the wholesale level and the consumers were still stuck with the same companies. I mean, I haven't had anyone from say, Dominion Power or whoever else sells electricity in Virginia (I don't even know who that would be) calling me up to say they could beat Appalachian Power's rates. Have you?

In fact, I know people who are right on the line with Appalachian Power and Craig-Botetourt Electric Cooperative who have tried (within the last year) to switch from one electric company to another, and they have been told they can't do that.

So much for deregulation.

Here is an old story - 1997 - that I found written for The Virginian-Pilot. As you can see, the concerns raised here, mainly that consumers would end up with higher bills and no choice, basically have proven true.

So now here we are, 2007, and the Virginia General Assembly has before it bills to institute "re-regulation" of electric companies. These are House Bills 3068 and Senate Bill 1416.

Essentially these proposed bills would stop deregulation and restore control of your electric bill to the State Corporation Commission (SCC), which previously set rates based on multiple factors, including but not limited to corporate profit.

The proposed bills add consumer protections and place restrictions on the utility's ability to raise rates. It also provides incentives for new generation plants and environmental equipment, all subject to SCC review.

In short, it puts energy costs back in the hands of the government and takes it out of the profit-driven, greedy CEOs and stockholders who only give a damn about themselves and could care less if your grandma freezes to death because she can't afford to heat the house.

I have already told my state representatives that I support "re-regulation."

(And on a similar subject, Verizon is asking the General Assembly to deregulate pricing restrictions on your phone service. A story about it in the Washington Times is here. I don't know about you, but I sure miss AT&T and Ma Bell.)

Outerspace Photos

I ran across some wonderful pictures from the Hubble telescope today. Go and see something beautiful.

The Electric Bill Migraine

I've been having trouble with the photo upload on Blogger of late. Must be the pains of the new version, eh?

Today has brought me a migraine, something I've not had in a while. I am blaming this one on the weather front that is moving in, since it just feels weather-related.

My electricity bill, which I received yesterday, was $300 for last month's use. That is the most it has ever been and is not indicative of an increased use in power, but instead reflects the 25 percent and up increase of Appalachian Power. I have written a couples of stories over the last several years on deregulation of the electric companies, but I don't know that many people can grasp the issue.

The stories I wrote dealt with Craig-Botetourt, one of the power cooperatives. They increased their rates 25 percent in 2005. APCO followed suit this year. I guess they thought Exxon was getting more than its fair share of our "extra" money.

I am not sure the public interest is best served by letting prices rise until we're all broken and bleeding and living in the dark. Some things are rather important and are requirements of basic humanity. Heat is one of those things. And since a great many people heat with electricity in the absence of coal and wood stoves these days, then it appears to me that regulating such a basic necessity might be something to consider.

I have no idea where that came from, as I did not intend to write about electricity when I sat down here. Actually I had nothing on my mind, so here you go. A little blip of something I think about. The price of my electric bill.

Grocery Shopping

I never wanted to grow up to be a grocery clerk.

However, that is what I've become now. Every time I go to Kroger and find they only have two clerks at the checkout, with the lines backed up to the beer in the back, I become a grocery clerk. And I don't get any kind of break for it. No 10 percent off or anything.

I use the "self check outs" only when I have to. I am very slow at them and prefer to use them only when I have less than five items.

Today I had a good 20 items, but the lines were long. The lines in Kroger generally stay long. Then you have to decide if you're going to stand in the line or go through the self-check thing.

When I use the self check outs, I can never find the bar code. I fumble with my food. I try to keep it neat and orderly and can't. Stuff goes everywhere.

That woman's voice irks me, too. "Please scan your item." "Please place the item in the bag." She says that so quickly that you never have time to get the item in the bag before she speaks. And then she'll tell you to do it two or three times because you're not fast enough.

"Please wait." "Please contact the checkout clerk." I get that one a lot. "Please scan the next item." I get that one a lot, too. "Do you have an coupons?" "Thank you for shopping Kroger!"

All of that for $36 worth of food. Which in this day and age, isn't very much.

The old folks at home

Last night came word that my great aunt, Susie, whom I have written about before here and here, is in the hospital.

Most likely she will have to go in a nursing home, apparently the same one my grandmother, who is her sister, is in.

While that will make for easy visiting for family, it won't be an easy chore getting my great aunt to admit she needs care. But she can hardly see, has diabetes, is very frail. ... she's in her 80s. She needs someone to look after her now, just as she looked after everybody else all of those years ago.

It saddens me considerably to see us trotting these older relatives off to the nursing home, but apparently not to the point that I would stand and argue with my husband about inviting them to live with us. For one thing, I know I am not physically or emotionally capable of dealing with either of them, no matter how much I love them. For another, our house is quite small compared to most of my other relatives. But even so, if I thought it would work I would find space for them.

So I am just as guilty as the rest in this throw-away, ignore them attitude society has towards the elderly. Grow old, grow useless certainly seems to be the motto. But up until Aunt Susie went into the hospital, she was crocheting afghans and giving them to the "old people" in the nursing home. She wasn't useless at all. She was still being productive.

My grandmother, on the other hand, hasn't been productive for 20 years. She gave up on living a productive life in 1985, when her house on Riverside Drive in Salem flooded for a fourth time, and never looked back. She is quite content to be catered to.

I must be somewhere in between these two women. I don't mind a little catering if I am very sick, but most of the time I just want to be left alone to do my work, whatever it might be. And I like to be busy doing something. I am not very good at sitting and watching TV.

The way we treat our elderly today is, I think, a very damning indictment on society. Whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me, Christ said somewhere, or so I am remembering. So just look at what we're doing, tossing these wonderful old folks to the wolves. Shame on us. Shame on me.

I don't know what the answer is. Things are different now. It's not like when folks lived on a farm and you could place a pot of green beans in front of the old folks so they could snap up to take up the time and still be productive. We don't have small chores and jobs and things that make people feel useful, we have machines that do all of that. And I think, regardless of what some might think, that people do need to feel useful.

Feeling useless is about the worst feeling in the world.

The Blue Country

In the far Blue Country I see

hazy dewdrops on a yellow rose.

The blossom sprang

from the heart of a locust

struck by lightning;

I pricked my finger on its thorn.



From that element my magic spread,

seeping into chambers that reverberate

with bird song and the lullaby

of a breeze. Come

to this enchanted place

those vales of dark mist, white shadow

and time in the fringes of the mind.

A Year of Wonders

Last night, the Blue Katt bookclub met for the last time at Blue Katt Gallery. The gallery is closing, but the club will continue on.

We read A Year of Wonders by Gwendolyn Brooks. We all seemed to like the book very much.

Our book club is somewhat, well, different, in that we don't just discuss books. We meander and wander and our minds go off on many different directions. We relate the theme to our lives today. We just dive in and who knows where we'll end up. I love it because it really brings out my creativity.

Last night's book was about the plague in the 1600s in England. Somehow we went from that to the media and its impact upon everything. Don't ask me what tangent we followed to get to that point, as I have no idea.

At one point I noted how the smallest things in the media can make a difference, and spoke about this article in the Guardian (U.K.) about how the media uses "Allah" as opposed to "God" when discussing Islam and related topics. Of course I learned long ago that Allah and God are the same thing. Islamic worshippers worship the same god as the Jews and Christians, they just, like the Jews and Christians, don't agree on everything. It would be rather odd that they did, given the many sects and divisions that this monolistic religion has wrought.

The point about how the media can subconsciously manipulate was well taken with this example, the ladies agreed.

But what would a bookclub meeting be without me acting crazy? I don't know, because I always seem to bring on gales of cackles with my comments. As our discussion continued, we got onto memory and memorizing facts and data. Several of our members are school teachers, and they said they no longer have children memorize.

I suddenly had a commercial from the 1970s come to mind, and I blurted out, "I can remember a jingle from a drugstore company from my childhood." And Dreama says, can you tell us? So what do I do? I start singing:

Evans Drugstore, Evans Drugstore!

Good Prescription Service!
Intersection at Airport

and Williamson Road!

Delivery in the city, and in the county too!

For drugs, comestics, school supplies,

it's Evans Drugstore!

Of course, howls of laughter followed, and then that was added to, and my embarrassement short-lived, when someone else suddenly recited a Crest toothpaste commercial.

I think it is sad that children are not memorizing. I memorized all sorts of stuff - Patrick Henry's speech (Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace!), Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven, (Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door, tis some visitor I muttered, tapping at my chamber door, only this and nothing more) and other various and sundry facts and figures and musings.

Not to mention stories. Once we had an oral tradition, and our lives were passed down through stories and tales told over campfires. We could recite a long line of begats, knowing our ancestry for generations. But we can't do this anymore (well, not most of us, anyway, I can go back seven generations if you really want me to, but we've already established I'm rather weird. Well, okay - there's me, G.H.B., my mother, C.L. Harris, my grandfather, Sally Painter, his mother, George Washington Painter, her father, John Painter, his father, Jacob Painter, his father. There you go. Seven generations, back to 1802).

I can not imagine what we've lost. All of that heritage and lore. Fizzled away and gone. Why, if someone hadn't remembered about this village in England that shut itself away to keep the plague from spreading, there would not have been a book for us to read! At least, not that story.

But I am digressing and losing my thoughts, so I had better get back to work.

Thursday Thirteen

There is a meme called Thursday Thirteen which I learned of from Colleen over at Loose Leaf Notes.

As best I can tell, you list 13 things and it doesn't matter what. I don't see on the TT page anything that says, write about thus and such this week. So I suppose you just do whatever.

As I doubt I could be a regular at this, since I am such a non-follower of rules and things and this has rules if you want to be an "official" member, don't expect too much. I just thought I'd give it a whirl and see if I could even come up with 13 things.

So here I go. I think I am writing about "cold."


1. We had our first real winter weather earlier this week. Mostly ice, and only enough to make me worry if I could get the car in and out of the driveway. Which, after a day of warmer weather, was not a problem.

2. I met with a client this morning who had a cold. Within six hours, I had a cold. Can we say "low immune system"?

3. My feet stay cold and I keep a small heater at my desk. It doesn't seem to help but this part of the house stays warm because the little heater keeps the heat pump from cutting off and on. The thermostat's back here.

4. My body temperature as a rule runs about 96.7 degrees, which is far colder than the 98.6 it is supposed to be. When I have a 100 degree temperature, I am really running a high fever. But it is very difficult to make the doctors understand this.

5. There are 18,800,000 results for the word "cold" if you plug it into Google.

6. I have been using Zicam Cold remedy whenever I catch a cold. I came home and used some today in the hopes of keeping my client's cold at bay.

7. I own quilts made by my grandmother, my husband's grandmother, and my great aunt. We sleep under one my grandmother gave us to stave off the cold, but it is store-bought not handmade. The handmade ones are too precious for every day use.

8. I don't mind the cold, but the wind drives me crazy. Give me zero and no wind over 30 and windy any time.

9. I think I average about 10 colds a year. I have to be careful because I go into bronchitis very easily.

10. I like for it to snow and then melt. That is the best kind of cold and snow.

11. Sometimes I look outside and it just looks cold. That, of course, is because it is.

12. My husband rarely catches cold. He is very healthy.

13. I bet they cure the common cold before they cure cancer. There's not as much money in the common cold.

The Long Tuesday

I spent the day in a supervisors' meeting, watching the proceedings. That is what I am and what I do. I am a Watcher.

Most newspaper people probably are. We watch and take notes and wrinkle our nose at the things that make no sense to us. Then we try to sort it all out and make it make sense to everyone else.

During the afternoon session I nearly fell asleep as the men droned on and on about zoning. Without citizens there to liven things up with objections or consternation, it grew very wearying indeed.

My head ached when I finally returned home at 3:30 p.m. and I've been good for nothing ever since I entered the house (it's 5 p.m. now). I ate something, figuring the hurried lunch I'd grabbed was having a poor effect upon my pitiful brain. My mind isn't quite so languid now.

The winter weather seems to have withered away, though I see now they're calling for a chance of snow showers tomorrow. I have to drive to Salem tomorrow so I hope that shan't occur. I am not much on driving in bad weather if I can keep from it.

All in all, not a bad day, just a busy one. Some days it seems I just move from one activity to the next, with little thought inbetween. It's not a bad way to live, being productive and busy, but I'm not sure it's the best way to go about it.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

By Susanna Clark
850 pages

I received this book for Christmas and finished it last night. It is a very long book.

Now, what to say about it? If you like fantasy, or mystery, or both, as I do, you probably will like this. This isn't a fantasy of the Tolkien vein, as we've no elves. Just faeries, two magicians, and lots of weather magic.

The two characters for which the book is titled are wonderfully flawed fellows who you ultimately really like or wish to strangle. You will wonder at times who is villain and who is king, and who is really doing what to whom and who (or what) is ultimately in control. You will wonder and still not know.

Magic will be found throughout the pages of the book, but it is a dull sort of magic, such as building sturdy walls. There aren't fireballs and wands and meteors whizzing about. This is magic as magic might be if indeed it did really exist. It is exciting magic all the same.

But deeper - a good book is always deeper - there are commentaries on madness and the ability of the masses to create or cause a new method or mode of doing things. Maybe there is even a commentary here on the power of prayer or the supernatural ability of all of mankind, if we put our minds to it, to do the unthinkable, for good or ill.

The first 100 pages are slow and you will want to not finish this book. That would be a mistake, I think. So keep reading, or skip a few pages if you must. And there are footnotes, too, which, I confess, I either skimmed or read entirely. The great thing about reading a book is it is your do with what you wish, after all. The footnotes make the fiction read like a scholarly tome, but there are many gems amongst the footnotes (which are smaller than the regular type and just a little hard on tired ol' eyes, I fear).

Go forth, be Strange. Read a book.

Character

Last week I went to a lecture on "Character". Actually, it was titled "Presidential Character and Leadership: Sex, Drugs, and Lies in the White House."

Peter Coogan, associate professor of History at Hollins University, gave the talk at The Glebe, a local retirement community.

I went because I wanted to. I really miss school sometime. I loved college.

Anyway, the gist of this lecture was that in the 20th century, the presidents have been either good or bad for the country, and in looking at their character and integrity, it seems the bad presidents have been good guys who didn't cheat on their wives, but were lousy at leading. The good presidents slept with every woman they met, but were able to solve problems so that the country could move forward.

Our current president fell among the "bad" presidents. I imagine that suprises no one who looks at poll ratings these days.

The professor did not define character except to look at the 20th century presidents in terms of marital fidelity, substance abuse use, military service, integrity (did the president lie to the public), and health (did the president lie about his health).

Character (and integrity) are nebulous words, I think. We call someone a "character" when they stand out. But we say a person has "character" when they are morally intact. We expect a church leader, for instance, to have character, not necessarily be a character.
With elections, character often comes into play. This person has more character than the other. Generally they mean something like, "he inhaled and I didn't," or something along those lines.

The 2008 presidential election seemsto have a slate full of characters. The professor indicated we've boiled our elections down to voting for someone with similiar values (someone with good moral character) or a problem solver (someone who will fix the economy, or end a war). The problem solvers apparently have no qualms about doing, well, whatever.

We will have local elections this year and will be choosing new Botetourt supervisors. This question of "character" versus "problem solver" probably has local ramifications as well. As far as I know, our supervisors are generally folks of character and integrity who live morally and socially proper lives. They work hard to raise their families and to direct the county in a manner they believe proper.

Three of those seats will be up for election. Word on the street is at least one, if not two, of those seats will have no incumbent running for office.

That means a massive turnover for a board that has, for the most part, been steady and quiet at the helm of the county for at least a decade.

We will be having a change. Will it be a change of character? Will we have candidates running who are of fine moral fiber but unable to solve our problems? Can they identify the county's problems? Will they see growth as a problem, or will they see the county's efforts to rein in growth as the problem? Do they want a Walmart in Buchanan? Will they allow a methadone clinic at the corner of Country Club and U.S. 220?

This will be a big year for this county. Our character will change. I hope the citizenry pays attention. I hope, at least, they vote.

Friday Thinker

My life has become very busy of late. I am of two minds about this. On the one hand, it means I have lots of work (for it is article-writing that is taking up my time). On the other hand, it means . . . I have lots of work.

It seems to me every time I commit myself to my personal projects, like trying to finish my novel or a similar endeavor, the newspaper writing picks up with a bang. And I'm overwhelmed to the point where I am too pooped to think straight when afternoon comes. Realistically speaking, I generally only have about four hours of good working time when I am at my best. The rest of the day I am either tired, perplexed, or preoccupied.

There's little to do but take it all in stride and move forward, one meeting and one article at a time, day by day.

***

Yesterday I had acupuncture. I do this for multiple reasons. My balance and ear issues seem to respond to this sort of treatment and it has helped with my depression, too. I also take Chinese herbs. My TCM doctor keeps playing with my herb formulas, though. I tried the latest version out this morning.

About two hours later, while in a meeting, I developed a really bad headache. I don't know if it was the medicine or the meeting. Or neither.

***

My meeting this morning was with my editor and a staff reporter to determine what aticles should go in a special edition. I will have about 20 articles to write for this in the next 10 weeks, so life will continue to be interesting.

Maybe I just need better time management.

The Truck

My husband drives a Ford F250 pick up truck. He bought it in January 2001, so it is six years old. It has less than 50,000 miles on it because he uses it mostly around the farm.

[There is supposed to be a picture of his truck here, but Blogger seems to be having issues this morning.]

Last summer, a hay bale, one of those large round rolls, fell off a wagon into the side of his truck. So we had to get that fixed.

Then just before Christmas, he hit a deer and messed up the front end.

He took the truck in to have that repaired last week. He brought the truck home and discovered that during the repair, the mechanics messed up the fender on the other side of the truck while trying to put the bumper back on.

So this morning he dropped his truck off on the way home from the fire station and I met him there. It meant I had to get up early, exercise, dress, etc., all before 8 a.m.

I am so not a morning person.

Anyway, this truck is like my husband's second skin, and I fear that since this one has now been officially "wrecked" twice, he is going to want another. A new truck to replace his would cost about $35,000.

We only paid $55,000 for this house.

Just a Monday

This is the Peaks of Otter as seen from my house. Well, you have to move a little bit below the tree line to see it, but not far. I shot this yesterday using the zoom. The sky was a little hazy. I haven't been to the top of the Peaks in years.

I spent the morning writing articles, then I went to the grocery. I ran into someone there I had not seen in at least 20 years. We were once very good friends and shared some strange and interesting times. Some of those times bordered on illegal but included things like going to see a particular style of movie together to celebrate one of us turning 18 (which was the age at which you were supposed to be able to legally watch this kind of movie). This was at a drive-in movie theater (so it was a long time ago) and I still remember a couple of guys walking by the car and then stopping to stare at us. One of them called out, "Hey, there's a couple of chicks here watching this!" as if it was okay for a truckload of guys to be there but not two girls. Oy vey.

We also went to concerts together at Lakeside Amusement Park. This was during 1981, I think it was. I can't remember who we went to see but they were "B" listers, not top draws, generally speaking. But we did that the entire summer, going nearly every Saturday night.

So anyway, we stood in the aisle in the grocery store talking for a very long time. She lives only about three miles from me and has for years. I can't believe we've lived so close and never once ran into one another. On top of that, she works at the same bank as my sister-in-law and never made the connection. We parted with absolutely no plans to see one another again. Which is probably just as well.