In which we find ourselves in another part of the world
Installing an always-hot water dispenser was one of the best decisions we made when we remodeled the kitchen. Now that it is acting up and sputtering out some drips as the water reheats, young Vu thinks so too. She’ll sit in the sink for half an hour sometimes, waiting, watching, trying to catch one.
Once upon a morning bleary, this enigmatic raven-colored tailgate appeared in the bank parking lot down the street. Hmmm, I wonder what that might mean? At first I thought “Tis some hipster, nothing more.”
One Google search and two websites later, I have a Tolkien-rune transliterator, and a minute later, an answer. One more site, and I can put that answer into literary context, and a few taps let me share the entire story, while keeping the riddle for you to solve, so it can join the canon of quaint, curious, and forgotten lore.
I fucking love the Internet.
Waiting for spring
I hope this timeout has helped You understand the consequences of Your actions. Are you ready to rejoin the rest of Us? Now, let Me just move this rock… Ok, c’mon. I’ve got those marshmallow things You like.
Oh yeah? What’s so Good about it?
In Houston for a visit with the Reaves clan. Overheard at the hotel breakfast area this morning…
“gotta go put some gas in my truck… ”
“… pop a Red Bull …”
And, in homage to Hank Hill, the greatest TV dad ever
“I tell you what”
Welcome to Texas!
The ice and snow is melting, finally, along the banks of Whetstone Creek, revealing a whole season’s worth of washed up debris, and providing a glimpse of the plush rainbow snake, seldom seen this far north.
Sugar on snow
For the third time in our four Vermont winters, we went to a sugar on snow supper last night. New venue for us this time: the Guilford Community Church. The whole event was exactly the same as in West Brattleboro, however, down to the raffle with exactly one prize: a jug of maple syrup. We met some nice people, of a certain age, who seemed especially eager to tell their stories to a new audience.
The vernal equinox
Brattleboro has a rich protest tradition. I don’t know the details of TD Bank’s involvement in tar sands oil or the Keystone Pipeline, but I’m sure these guys would have told me if I had hung around.
Good to be home with St. Croix memories
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 