Taking a spin in the yard
Got up this morning and finished the chipping project.
The chipper has been stored and the tarp put over the canoe to protect it from UVs, which are the only thing that can damage it.
Not even kryptonite.
I wonder if Coppertone would help?
Got the camera out and snapped this panorama.
This.....is my back yard.
Anyway after a short nap, I went back and put in a couple hours on the cello concerto, a darker work than I have ever done before.
It's gonna be great.
Perhaps I won't think so tomorrow on a cold listen, but tonight I yam a jeenyus.
Then I made dinner, pork chops and mashed potatoes, Meredith's favorite.
After which we settled down to a CD's worth of the new Doctor Who.
Wild and crazy times on the Redwing estate.
posted by Lane Savant at 8:56 PM
14 Comments:
Hallo, Doug & Meredith!
Your yard really looks neat now!! Congratulations to both of you!!!!
Who knows what lurks behind to closed curtain in the 2nd photo from the top???
Or is that a dust cloud and not a curtain??
Tschuess,
Anonomann
I like your yard. LOVE your house's big front porch.
I like, no LOVE pork chops.
I like, no LOVE mashed potatoes.
Never did watch Doctor Who.
Never been to the Redwing State. Or estate. Yet.
Really appreciate the pic-tour.
I have gazed and peered
at your back yard a few times,
but to be on a first name
basis with every nook
and cranny
is cool beyond belief.
Jannie, you are confusing
me, since these pics
are of his back yard, how
did you know he had
a big
front porch; and actually
the big porch is on the
east side of the house,
lake side, and the front porch
on the north side is not
so very spacious, or am
I turned around bassakwards?
Anonomann, you are bang on.
All kinds of critters could be
lurking behind curtains in
the Redwing House of more
than Seven Gables.
When was the last time you
used the canoe?
Maybe took it to the Arboretum?
I'm sure Edgar Poo will love
the darkness found within
your new cello concerto; me
too for that matter.
Melva marinates her pork chops
is some kind of Tex-Mex juice
and they emerge after baking
a fine example of the
other white meat.
Went out to see TERMINATOR-SALVATION
and liked it more than I thought
I would; went with Captain Bud, one of
my pals who loves science fiction and
fantasy films. Christian Bale made it
happen; unlike Keanu Reeves in the
remake of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD
STILL, who prevented "it" from
happening. I really like David What'sisname
in the new DR. WHO BBC series; Tennant
I think it is. DR. WHO has been
through more actors than the James
Bond series over the past 20 years.
I had another lesson with Joel
today, and he taught me how
to scan personal photos into my
iphoto folder, so that I, too
can use family stuff, or road trip
stuff if I have a mind too.
Less of a dummy every day,
that's my goal, I tell you.
Although we took out my
new Garmin portable GPS
today, and though it is a
terrific 400 dollar toy, it
makes a lot of dumb mistakes.
And the 4.3" screen is hard
for me to focus on. When I
hold it close, it loses contact
with the satellites. It does
"talk" however, so one could
program in a destination
and just listen to it. If you
do not follow directions, it
recalculates immediately, and
gives you an alternative way
to go. Great weekend has
transpired, but damn, they
are too short, way too short,
like ten minutes long. I need
to retire, and that's all I have
to say about that.
My CSL screening on Friday
of THE VISITOR went well,
like 25 folks attended, and
we had salad instead of
soup. I watched RESIDENT EVIL;
Resurrection, RE4, and liked it.
It is the Japanese all CG animated
version, like BEOWULF.
This week will be a busy one.
Can't wait to put on my
slave's collar, my tie, my slacks,
my name tag, and put myself
in harness, in the yoke yet
again. I had yet another form
to fill out for Medicare today.
Will the officialdom crap
never end?
Glenn
There is a edge of the big front porch showing in the first picture.
Yeah, Tennant, but he's blowed up or something and we await the next Doctor.
Der Schatten knows what's behind that curtain.
I see the edge of the porch now,
and can understand the confusion,
but I still am confused.
Is the east side of the house
the "front", or is the north
side the front facing
the street? Not that it matters
I suppose, but it just
adds to my load of confusion,
and that load gets oh
so heavy at times.
I had more run-ins
with racoons this morning.
When they come right up
to you looking for a
hand out, it is unnerving,
especially when there are
several of them circling
the wagons around your ass.
I had queried you about
some face time, and you
are open to it, so now
I just have to look at
the busy social calendar
my sweet wife keeps us
nailed to. Next week end
is my birthday, the one
after that we are off
to Pac Beach for two
days, and then on June 25
Melva finishs her teaching
year and we hit the road
for our summer trip,
returning July 10. So mid-
July looks promising.
God, I sound busy. Maybe
I am and that's why the
week ends seemed so damned
short. La Vida Loco, enit?
Glenn
Yeah, the "front" of the house faces east to the lake we mostly use the "back" door.
Waddahellisdis? Yer howz is like on its lot basakwards? How can dat be da front, when da street is on da north? Wer da steets different back in da day in da '30s when Redwing was a yungster? I meen, dat's OK, of coarse. It's is yer crib afterall, and whateveryousay is fine wid me.
.............Vinnie
Doug knew Meredith, or her family like over 50 years ago. That is flat-assed amazing that they end up hitched like that after having other spouses.
.............Eddie Emerald
That yard looks yummy now. When will you guys throw a garden party. It is summer and many of your friends are just waiting for that invite.
..........Tiny Tim
I think you should name the gong, George Palmer. It has a nice ring to it.
.........G. Fourmen
Does the north side of your hacienda get more weather-wear? How often do you paint the manor?
..........Pancho
Sounds like Jannie
and Kelly and car salesman,
Jim will dropping in
one of these days.
That will be cool as hell.
Odd saying that, kindof
like hotter than a bitch;
how hot can she be?
Or dumber than a post,
for Emily and Ted might
feel offended by that too.
My youngest daughter, Andrea
flew back in from Texas
last night, and boy are
her arms tired. Melva picked
her up at the airport, and
then was sleep deprived for
getting up this morning for
work. The in-laws in Texas
are all behaving badly;
quite the family circus
and soap opera there. Her
half-brother, Tommy, was
both graduating from high
school and being thrown
out of the house on the same
day. He is joining the Army
in a couple of months
when he turns 18. Meanwhile
he will move to Colorado
to live with my oldest
daughter, Chrystal, for
the interim. Andrea's pug,
Sir Charles, misses her
terribly when she is away,
so he demonstrates his
displeasure by crapping, and
barfing all over the house;
that and he farts every ten
seconds, smelling like a den
of skunks. This mostly stops
when Andrea is there.
Janet Leigh has used (5)
of my poems over on her
other blog, POETMEISTER 4 POETS,
and given me all kinds of
praise. I need to email her
and give thanks. One never
gets enough attaboys in
that particular area, enit?
I found a few poems written
by a Texas poet who calls
himself Indigo Moor; think
his real name is Joel
something; great stuff.
Today it is Chinese/American
poet Annie Bien, who lives
in NYC, and who writes a lot
of Buddhist themed poems.
I am off to an Executive
Committee TFC meeting tonight,
over in Old Town. My son-
in-law, Joel, delivered the
new TFC posters, with the
new address of our meeting
place on them. Gosh, it is
just one damned thing after
another. I am excited about
finally getting to go to
the eye doctor tomorrow
morning, to see what kind
of mild refractive error
I now possess, so that I can
put a rush order on the
single lens for my left
eye, and have the glasses
before we leave on our
Southwest Road Trip on
June 25. By the way, this
Sunday, June 14, is Flag
Day, and my birthday, so
please wave your flag in
honor of the occasion.
We have yet another inspection
probably going to happen
here at the office, folks
from JACO will stroll around
looking for things to ding
us on. I always try not to
bring attention to myself,
because I probably will say
something to those jerk-offs
that will be ten ways
inappropriate.
Glenn
The big front porch faces the lake, where the view is only slightly contaminated by Mercer Island.
Hallo, Lane, or could it be Vinnie??
The sentence "Yeah Tennant, but he's blowed up or something and we await the next doctor" reads like something in Vinnie's "style"; could you possibly translate this into simple, clear English (or, if it's by Vinnie, at least into grammatical lingua italiana?
Grazie,
Tennant
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