Rose and Fall.
Wow, getting close to posting every day again. As I probably will when we get closer to month end, when the traditional Year In Review series arrives. Quite a bit to choose from this year, but some are already pretty obvious, while one or two are still yet to be completely written.
As for today's title, it was bound to happen. With the gale force winds all last night, I had no expectation that Rosie was going to last a sixth night on the signpole. What I also didn’t expect was to find it at all, but there it was, maybe two feet from the base of the pole. My best guess is that a thorn stuck in one of the cracks in the pavement and anchored it, low to the ground where the wind wasn’t as strong. There’s got to be a metaphor in that; I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
I brought it in to show Eleanor. It’s tucked away, safe from prying paws. Maybe we’ll do something like she did with this one, from our wedding service. Thirty-four years along and still beautiful. Now. THAT metaphor’s easy ❤️
The winds died down- still out there, but I'd call them Mostly Dead at the moment- and it got a lot colder overnight after hitting close to 70F here yesterday. That saved a lot of people who lost power and heat in the storm. We weren't among them, fortunately- but more, apparently, is on the way:
The damn cable company- the same one that refuses to send me real emails- sent me two of their own last night, warning about the possible effects locally to be caused by an upcoming event that the Weather Channel has named "Winter Storm Atticus." (The real weather service wants nothing to do with this naming bullshit.)
Given the name, however contrived, I speculated that these effects include possible loss of power and internet connectivity, high winds, blowing and drifting snow, and the unexpected appearance of Boo Radley in your front yard.
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The weekend went quickly, as things go around here. I headed to the office for a writing group meeting that apparently did not exist, and took the time to clear up some leftover work crap from the week just past. We tried a Netflix film that one or the other of us had ordered at some point, without either enjoying it, and switched over to a Nora from Queens episode and our second Republic of Doyle from its fourth season. Here's where they'd achieved enough popular success to get nice and Easter-eggy in the scripts. The season premiere was partially set in a St. John's strip club they named "Great Big She," after the then-band singing the theme song of the show. And in the second, there's a scene where Rose has hacked into a list of addicts getting hooked up with skeevy oxy prescriptions, and one of the names on the list is Perry Chafe, one of Allan's fellow showrunners.
Rose the character, that is. Not the rose out on our street corner.
I found a film for rental on Prime that Allan Hawco has a prominent role in, opposite Shirley MacLaine and Christopher Plummer. We have a couple others Eleanor found at the library that we'll get to first, but it never hurts to have some Doyle for backup.
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Today began with a dog walk. A third pup joined the pack, and while she got along fine with Pepper and the humans, she set off the pittie mix who began coming with a few weeks ago. Natasha, also, gets along fine with our dog and everyone else around, but it was a lot more barking to start the day than we're used to in this little group.
For the rest of the day, we restocked our pulled pork inventory. A few months ago, Eleanor showed me how to select a pork shoulder at the store, prep it for a slow cook, then debone it and turn it into bags and bags of barbecue. She helped more this time than previous, which I was a little worried about. After two straight days of four-hour Wegmans shifts early last week, her hands were going to 11 in pain, and she's back out on disability for now. She has a specialist appointment in a few weeks, and is also trying CBD oils and acupuncture. They help a little, but not enough to go back to work. So she's trying hard to do what she can, and I'm trying hard to make sure it's not overdoing it.
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And that's it for now. Atticus is coming. Better batten down those Mockingbirds:P This entry was originally posted at https://captainsblog.dreamwidth.org/1678819.html. Please comment here, or there using OpenID.
As for today's title, it was bound to happen. With the gale force winds all last night, I had no expectation that Rosie was going to last a sixth night on the signpole. What I also didn’t expect was to find it at all, but there it was, maybe two feet from the base of the pole. My best guess is that a thorn stuck in one of the cracks in the pavement and anchored it, low to the ground where the wind wasn’t as strong. There’s got to be a metaphor in that; I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
I brought it in to show Eleanor. It’s tucked away, safe from prying paws. Maybe we’ll do something like she did with this one, from our wedding service. Thirty-four years along and still beautiful. Now. THAT metaphor’s easy ❤️
The winds died down- still out there, but I'd call them Mostly Dead at the moment- and it got a lot colder overnight after hitting close to 70F here yesterday. That saved a lot of people who lost power and heat in the storm. We weren't among them, fortunately- but more, apparently, is on the way:
The damn cable company- the same one that refuses to send me real emails- sent me two of their own last night, warning about the possible effects locally to be caused by an upcoming event that the Weather Channel has named "Winter Storm Atticus." (The real weather service wants nothing to do with this naming bullshit.)
Given the name, however contrived, I speculated that these effects include possible loss of power and internet connectivity, high winds, blowing and drifting snow, and the unexpected appearance of Boo Radley in your front yard.
----
The weekend went quickly, as things go around here. I headed to the office for a writing group meeting that apparently did not exist, and took the time to clear up some leftover work crap from the week just past. We tried a Netflix film that one or the other of us had ordered at some point, without either enjoying it, and switched over to a Nora from Queens episode and our second Republic of Doyle from its fourth season. Here's where they'd achieved enough popular success to get nice and Easter-eggy in the scripts. The season premiere was partially set in a St. John's strip club they named "Great Big She," after the then-band singing the theme song of the show. And in the second, there's a scene where Rose has hacked into a list of addicts getting hooked up with skeevy oxy prescriptions, and one of the names on the list is Perry Chafe, one of Allan's fellow showrunners.
Rose the character, that is. Not the rose out on our street corner.
I found a film for rental on Prime that Allan Hawco has a prominent role in, opposite Shirley MacLaine and Christopher Plummer. We have a couple others Eleanor found at the library that we'll get to first, but it never hurts to have some Doyle for backup.
----
Today began with a dog walk. A third pup joined the pack, and while she got along fine with Pepper and the humans, she set off the pittie mix who began coming with a few weeks ago. Natasha, also, gets along fine with our dog and everyone else around, but it was a lot more barking to start the day than we're used to in this little group.
For the rest of the day, we restocked our pulled pork inventory. A few months ago, Eleanor showed me how to select a pork shoulder at the store, prep it for a slow cook, then debone it and turn it into bags and bags of barbecue. She helped more this time than previous, which I was a little worried about. After two straight days of four-hour Wegmans shifts early last week, her hands were going to 11 in pain, and she's back out on disability for now. She has a specialist appointment in a few weeks, and is also trying CBD oils and acupuncture. They help a little, but not enough to go back to work. So she's trying hard to do what she can, and I'm trying hard to make sure it's not overdoing it.
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And that's it for now. Atticus is coming. Better batten down those Mockingbirds:P This entry was originally posted at https://captainsblog.dreamwidth.org/1678819.html. Please comment here, or there using OpenID.