We've been wanting power in the carriage barn ever since we've been in our house, and finally we're getting to it. A few weeks ago Marty began digging a trench from the house to the carriage barn -- 2 feet deep, and while our property is a small city lot, digging through a century of buried debris -- mostly bricks from the old chimney was not easy. (What are the odds that the line for the electrical cable to be laid in would fall here?) Not to mention digging in a straight line.
To get the straight line, Marty ran a string from the corner of one building to another, anchoring the string to stakes. He then commenced digging. Enter Bob, our outdoor-loving, playful Jack Russell/Rat Terror mix, who may also have some rogue feline heritage in his family tree. He spied the string, and immediately ran over to bat at it, roll over it, tangle with it, anything to get a response. So much for a straight line. On to Plan B. Marty got the can of spray paint out, and with my help, sprayed a straight line directly on the ground instead. On to Bob's Plan B -- roll on back and give himself a backrub on the freshly painted line. Oy vey! He's quite the character. Lots of fun for him, hands in the air and laughter from us. And the trench? After a couple of weeks of backbreaking work, it is finally done, and the electrician was thrilled with the depth. We are pleased with some of our archaeological finds (plenty of bricks and stone for walkways and an outdoor fire pit), including a 1929 Maine license plate, and a horseshoe -- both encrusted with rust, but still keepers.
And we have a new found appreciation for soldiers in the field from now and yesteryear, who hauled heavy equipment on the their backs in the midst of digging trenches, and building barriers under less than ideal conditions. Semper fi!
Monday, October 27, 2014
Baseball used to be about pitching duels. Gibson vs. Marichal, Drysdale/Carlton, McLain/Palmer, Cuellar/Lonborg, Catfish Hunter/ Stottlemeyer, McDowell/McNally Seaver/Sutton, Tiant/Lolich. It seemed like every team had at least one ace and even a team's third or fourth starter often pitched late into a game. Pitch counts were never an issue, as batters were more aggressive. Today? The game's strategy is to wear down the starting pitcher by being selective at the plate. The idea is to get the star players (starting pitchers) out of the game as quickly as possible so that a team's marginal players can be exploited. At the same time, non-aggressive pitch-taking hitters are in demand - as long as they can hit deep in the count or can feast on a team's bullpen. Historic statistics - more important in baseball than any other sport, have become almost meaningless due to the steroid era combined with the new trends of the day. Our simple, easy to follow statistics (era, rbi's, batting average, walks, etc.) have been replaced by sabermetrics - complex formulas that are all but replacing those simple stats.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
This photo of Lake McDonald in Glacier National Park in north western Montana was taken at first light on an early September morning. I had located the spot the day before and was out well before sunrise to set up and wait to see what the new day would look like. This turned out to be one of the only mornings without high wind during the week I camped there. Lake McDonald is on the west side of Glacier NP and being ten miles in length and a mile wide is the largest lake in the Park.
Guest Post from Dave Gill. Thank you Dave!!! Stunning!!!
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Marty here. October used to be one of the most exciting times of the year for sports, primarily because of the baseball playoffs and World Series. Today, I can tell you the remaining four teams in the playoffs, but not much else. Twenty years ago I could have named the eight regular starters of those four teams, plus their 4-5 starting pitchers and their closer. Today? I can name maybe a handful of players on each team - at best. Come to think of it, maybe not. Kansas City? I'm happy to see that their back in the playoffs. They were a great rival of my team team of the 70's, the Yankees. They were also good for a period in the 80's, but not much since. Good for them. With cable nowadays I could watch a baseball game every day from April through September. There is more exposure now than there ever has been. Yet I barely watch any of them. If MY generation is losing interest, what hope is there for the current generation of potential fans? So what's the problem?
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Marty and I have attended an event over the years in New Bedford called Bioneers by the Bay. I usually discover after the fact that I've missed someone I would have loved to catch up with -- Ben Hewitt is one. Haven't checked into his blog for a while but I enjoy his writing and have read one of his books. Plus, he lives in the NEK of VT (also known as God's Country), is from the Rail City (St. Albans), and uses the expression "to be clear" so much that I find it him rather charming.
All this being said, decided to check into another favorite author's site, Janisse Ray (have read all her books that I can find), and -- woot woot! she's a keynote speaker at Bioneers this year! you can be sure I will track her down somehow. My girlfriend and I were talking the other day about our idea of celebrity -- we are nuts about certain writers. I sometimes feel like a groupie, haunting a particular writer's website or books for a fickle bit, but "Janisse" is one of my perennials. I wonder if she'd like to pop over to the cape for a bit before or after her event?
Friday, September 5, 2014
As mentioned in an earlier post, we are beginning to branch out beyond business/lingerie posts. Here is a post from friend and fantastic professional photographer Dave Gill. Be sure to check out his site for much more!
Trail Ridge Road is one of Colorado’s most famous scenic roads, connects
Estes Park with Grand Lake, and reaches an elevation of 12,183 feet above
sea level. This sunset was photographed from a spot well above timberline,
on , the temperature was slightly below freezing, and the wind was
blowing at about 50 mph. It’s always best always to be prepared for
‘interesting’ weather when you are in the mountains.
My favorite time for sunrise and sunset photography is as storms are either
moving in or breaking up and this sunset was no exception. The smoke from a
forest fire burning west of Fort Collins contributed to the intensity of the
colors. My wife, Anne, and I drove through the thunderstorm and got to the
spot where we planned to view the sunset before the colors developed, set up
our cameras and waited to see what it would look like. Many times a storm
doesn’t cooperate and the sunset is either behind clouds or doesn’t develop
into something spectacular, but this was one of the times that all of the
elements came together.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
A few weeks ago, I chopped up a pile of feverfew, and now have it brewing in vodka to eventually use as a tincture for stress and headache. Tonight, with fresh beans from the garden, I added some fronds of our dill. We've had basil, oregano, and marjoram on pizza, parsley and dill in a yummy orso salad (from Quick Vegetarian Pleasures by Jeanne Lemlin), and gorgeous mint infused into iced tea. The sage I am looking forward to infusing in some local honey.
I'm having fun figuring out all the different ways I can make use of the herbs from our garden, and am already considering additions for next year's garden!