Shopping Alert

Folks, if you live below the Mason/Dixon, you have got to get this bugger. It saves me each day from the perils of residing on this planet. Check it –

Trust me – each of our vehicles have one for the driver and the passenger side. Except the patrol car. The passenger gets to sit in the glare of Lugh and Truth.

No F*cking Way

There is no way this can go unremarked – no way, too, that it can be true. Else we are far more lost than I dared to believe.

Britons are losing their grip on reality, according to a poll out Monday which showed that nearly a quarter think Winston Churchill was a myth while the majority reckon Sherlock Holmes was real.

The survey found that 47 percent thought the 12th century English king
Richard the Lionheart was a myth.

And 23 percent thought World War II prime minister Churchill was made up. The same percentage thought Crimean War nurse Florence Nightingale did not actually exist.

UKTV Gold television surveyed 3,000 people.

Now there are statistics and there are damned lies – to brutalize Disraeli. WHO was surveyed and what were the demographics because the above is absolutely madness. I cannot fathom that we’ve in essentially a single generation dumbed down an entire population. And yet how else can the above be possible?

Fuck me running up a hill backwards, people.

For the Cooks

I’ve meant over and over to mention these and only now remember. If you cook a lot or tend to deal with a lot of produce, you will love these containers. They truly make a difference in how fresh your produce remains while in the fridge. Seriously – lettuce for a couple weeks.

I acquired my set when I was first going whole hog healthy. I LOVE them and could use another set and then some. My only caveat is that the large bowl – for lettuce heads – can take up substantial territory in the fridge. But it works so well!

I know that there is a lot of talk now about plastics and bisphenols. I’ve asked Tupperware to answer that question – do their products contain those chemicals. I’m moving to using glass containers for anything to be reheated but it’d be fantastic if they offered nukeable stuff without the BSPs.

Anyway, just a tip…especially as the glorious summer produce rolls in…

The Tudor Mind

I ADORE all things Tasha Tudor. She is as an elderly young woman all that I would hope to be at that age. The recent mailing noted this – what a lovely way to think of things…

She stayed up late recently to watch the lunar eclipse, and was thinking about
it the following afternoon during tea, saying “I didn’t know there were shadows
in eternity.”

Do see the pretty Easter eggs and other things for sale. Trust that in a few short years when she is walking that forever garden that they will increase in value exponentially.

[Ed: I know, I know – pessimistic cranky bitch in the morning and garden loving precious prettys in the afternoon…just try living with me.]

What a trip!

I LOVE Motel Zero but rarely manage a stop there. Which is sad because there is always something very deep or ethereal or both there. THIS was just fantastic. And I love the traffic jam haiku. I need to keep that in mind…

I think that sometimes the trip is more…clear…when seen a bit more remotely and at high speed. Life is like that, no? We go through the days and the hills and turns seem random and sometimes insurmountable and yet we find ourselves back Home eventually. It is something that I often forget.

No Rest For the Weary

This is why I don’t get to sleep in anymore. Mind you, I adore the beasty. But I had a bout of insomnia last night – brought on by napping earlier which I KNOW I can’t do…sigh…so I was REALLY hoping that I could manage a good 7 hrs but…no. When he has to go out, he has to go out.

It was all about the dog yesterday. He came with me (night shift, damn it) in the morning for vehicle maintenance travels, then the Bark Park for a long play break later with Dad. And then the convenient bathing location. He’s a handful in the tub at home so we thought we’d try one of those places and was it ever worth it! No goofing around, high-powered nozzle…sigh…and then a fast trip to the Bark and Purr for his fancy kibble and the Furminator.
Folks, if you’ve pets, you have got to get this thing. We literally took off half a large shopping bag full of fur. A wee bit was from the cats but a majority was Ranger’s. That after already using a fantastic comb pre-bath that took off handfuls…It was simply amazing.
And today? Well, we get to go see the land that another trooper has purchased. My sister assisted them with the process – she is a pitbull real estate agent. She retains that Yankee attitude and aggressiveness but it’s packaged in a pretty blonde shell so you don’t expect it. I always thought she was just gorgeous when I was younger and so NOT. It was a striking difference. Even today she retains that beauty. At any rate, she used it to get them through the whole mess. I think any sort of real estate work is a horrid trip through at least 3 levels of hell.
Then, he gets a nap before work starts again – too early for his 3:30a bedtime if you ask me. So he gets to sleep in this morning – if I can get the damned dog to chill out long enough. I just need to work out and get a shower – a Busy Bone might get me through that…I hate to use them but the fact is that it gives me time that I might otherwise not have. A dog like Ranger isn’t happy laying in place. So…just a wee bit of time and then we can go for a bike ride. Maybe. Unless I chicken out.

Must Read

Well, I cannot recall where I linked to this but like darlin’ Rachel. At any rate, DO read it and be baffled by the ignorance the world is demonstrating.

It is exactly why I believe that what we know now will end. And not in 100 years. In a generation or maybe two. That fast. I may be driven to write a short story about it…

Damn, I sure hope Texas can hold against the onslaught.