I just spent 2 hours in the service of the humble humidors at the church of the Victorious Vitolas.
Man, that's a lot of work if you let things get out of hand. For the most part, spring summer and fall are okay to leave my cigars laying around, but now was the time to get ready for a winter when the house and basement are way too dry.
Another predator showed up this week. They usually stick around most of the winter. Jet fighter of the small bird world, picking off sparrows mid-flight. Cool critter.
@silvermouse said:
Going to try to make an angel food cake from scratch for my wife's birthday.
Should this be in the Prayer Request thread?
WARNING: The above post may contain thoughts or ideas known to the State of Caliphornia to cause seething rage, confusion, distemper, nausea, perspiration, sphincter release, or cranial implosion to persons who implicitly trust only one news source, or find themselves at either the left or right political extreme. Proceed at your own risk.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Up at 4. Went up to my studio and burned one of them Warped Crocodiles with a big press of Peter's Famous Beans. Underpainted a mask with red and black for a couple of hours. Lit out on a walk for an hour. Crosscut and split some scrap for three boxes of kindling. Tried to hunt a 5 ft metal stake to fix a fence. All I had was 6 ft so up to my studio to cut the 6 ft down. Fixed the fence and up to the studio again and split a wheelbarrow full of firewood. Parked the wheelbarrow next to my wood stove for tomorrow. Now it's noon and I need to sit a spell.
I have a neighbor down the alley, Helga; she's 71 and has been a bit of a ditz (but a lovely person) for the 30+ years I've known her. I collect for, and coordinate the snow plowing contractor, and Helga wanted to drop off her $18 and buy a lb. of beans. I told here to stop over around noon today and she could watch me roast it for her. She still wasn't here at 1:10 and I was starting to wonder. She finally arrived and helped me realize that the clock in my roasting area was still set to DST. Hah, jokes on you, buster. A half hour before Helga showed up I heard a loud banging on my door, which was weird because I had already unlocked it so she could let herself in. When I got upstairs it dawned on me that the pounding was coming from my front door, and there stood two MKE firemen who smelled my roasting and when they saw the smoke bellowing from the basement window they were afraid something bad was happening. I apologized for wasting their time; I really need to make a sign for each door that says the smoke is intentional and what's producing it. This makes the 4th or 5th time in the 15 years using my roaster that the smoke/smell has alarmed someone to the point they're banging on my door.
As the firemen were about to leave I thought about telling them I have a homemade crematorium in my basement and that's how I get rid of my victims. But I thought better not... nobody really needs to know, especially not a govt. employee.
@peter4jc said:
I have a neighbor down the alley, Helga; she's 71 and has been a bit of a ditz (but a lovely person) for the 30+ years I've known her. I collect for, and coordinate the snow plowing contractor, and Helga wanted to drop off her $18 and buy a lb. of beans. I told here to stop over around noon today and she could watch me roast it for her. She still wasn't here at 1:10 and I was starting to wonder. She finally arrived and helped me realize that the clock in my roasting area was still set to DST. Hah, jokes on you, buster. A half hour before Helga showed up I heard a loud banging on my door, which was weird because I had already unlocked it so she could let herself in. When I got upstairs it dawned on me that the pounding was coming from my front door, and there stood two MKE firemen who smelled my roasting and when they saw the smoke bellowing from the basement window they were afraid something bad was happening. I apologized for wasting their time; I really need to make a sign for each door that says the smoke is intentional and what's producing it. This makes the 4th or 5th time in the 15 years using my roaster that the smoke/smell has alarmed someone to the point they're banging on my door.
As the firemen were about to leave I thought about telling them I have a homemade crematorium in my basement and that's how I get rid of my victims. But I thought better not... nobody really needs to know, especially not a govt. employee.
@peter4jc said:
I have a neighbor down the alley, Helga; she's 71 and has been a bit of a ditz (but a lovely person) for the 30+ years I've known her. I collect for, and coordinate the snow plowing contractor, and Helga wanted to drop off her $18 and buy a lb. of beans. I told here to stop over around noon today and she could watch me roast it for her. She still wasn't here at 1:10 and I was starting to wonder. She finally arrived and helped me realize that the clock in my roasting area was still set to DST. Hah, jokes on you, buster. A half hour before Helga showed up I heard a loud banging on my door, which was weird because I had already unlocked it so she could let herself in. When I got upstairs it dawned on me that the pounding was coming from my front door, and there stood two MKE firemen who smelled my roasting and when they saw the smoke bellowing from the basement window they were afraid something bad was happening. I apologized for wasting their time; I really need to make a sign for each door that says the smoke is intentional and what's producing it. This makes the 4th or 5th time in the 15 years using my roaster that the smoke/smell has alarmed someone to the point they're banging on my door.
As the firemen were about to leave I thought about telling them I have a homemade crematorium in my basement and that's how I get rid of my victims. But I thought better not... nobody really needs to know, especially not a govt. employee.
I came upstairs for a smoke with my pal Nathan and thought I was transported to another dimension. When I finished my last cigar at 10:30 last night and forgot to turn off the space heater and it was like stepping into the Sahara.
At EPCOT enjoying a nice Italian meal. My tortellini came out warm at best and the wife's steak (done medium) cooked thru and thru. They took one meal off the bill ($60) so that's not bad. But perspective... the table behind us had a waiter dump the drink tray on some poor guy. I'm not sure if I feel bad for the guy or all of the alcohol that was sent crashing down....? 😒
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You could go to a different church, couldn't you? Just a thought.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
@peter4jc , why cancelled?
Very true. There are a few within walking distance too. Thanks, Shawn!
Mainly because it was decided that we weren't going to meet this morning.
@peter4jc , I see, not due to inclement weather.
Remember to see that of God in everyone.You'll be fine.
I just spent 2 hours in the service of the humble humidors at the church of the Victorious Vitolas.
Man, that's a lot of work if you let things get out of hand. For the most part, spring summer and fall are okay to leave my cigars laying around, but now was the time to get ready for a winter when the house and basement are way too dry.
Another predator showed up this week. They usually stick around most of the winter. Jet fighter of the small bird world, picking off sparrows mid-flight. Cool critter.
https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/merlin
^^Interesting. Looks like it's stays very north, according to the map. ^^
Nolite Oblivisci Peniculus Dentes
Up to 17 species of hawks winter in MO. They've been showing up for the last month or so.
Don't let the wife know what you spend on guns, ammo or cigars.
Going to try to make an angel food cake from scratch for my wife's birthday.
Should this be in the Prayer Request thread?
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Up at 4. Went up to my studio and burned one of them Warped Crocodiles with a big press of Peter's Famous Beans. Underpainted a mask with red and black for a couple of hours. Lit out on a walk for an hour. Crosscut and split some scrap for three boxes of kindling. Tried to hunt a 5 ft metal stake to fix a fence. All I had was 6 ft so up to my studio to cut the 6 ft down. Fixed the fence and up to the studio again and split a wheelbarrow full of firewood. Parked the wheelbarrow next to my wood stove for tomorrow. Now it's noon and I need to sit a spell.
I have a neighbor down the alley, Helga; she's 71 and has been a bit of a ditz (but a lovely person) for the 30+ years I've known her. I collect for, and coordinate the snow plowing contractor, and Helga wanted to drop off her $18 and buy a lb. of beans. I told here to stop over around noon today and she could watch me roast it for her. She still wasn't here at 1:10 and I was starting to wonder. She finally arrived and helped me realize that the clock in my roasting area was still set to DST. Hah, jokes on you, buster. A half hour before Helga showed up I heard a loud banging on my door, which was weird because I had already unlocked it so she could let herself in. When I got upstairs it dawned on me that the pounding was coming from my front door, and there stood two MKE firemen who smelled my roasting and when they saw the smoke bellowing from the basement window they were afraid something bad was happening. I apologized for wasting their time; I really need to make a sign for each door that says the smoke is intentional and what's producing it. This makes the 4th or 5th time in the 15 years using my roaster that the smoke/smell has alarmed someone to the point they're banging on my door.
As the firemen were about to leave I thought about telling them I have a homemade crematorium in my basement and that's how I get rid of my victims. But I thought better not... nobody really needs to know, especially not a govt. employee.
What a smooth operator, @peter4jc .
I know, You're a big dog and I'm on the list.
Let's eat, GrandMa. / Let's eat GrandMa. -- Punctuation saves lives
It'll be fine once the swelling goes down.
Where is Helga right now, Peter?
Did you notice he never said Helga left...... 🧐
Spent the day cutting, hauling, and splitting wood.God it felt good. I haven't been able to work hard for a full day in two years.
I'm very happy for you, Edward.
I came upstairs for a smoke with my pal Nathan and thought I was transported to another dimension. When I finished my last cigar at 10:30 last night and forgot to turn off the space heater and it was like stepping into the Sahara.
Yup... More like Peter4DM (Dexter Morgan)
Finished deleting the morning crop of about 20 black Friday "deals" emails.
Nice work, Edward. I only succumbed to two of them.
In the deepest recesses of the basement of my childhood home. Found some lost treasure.
Reported to the Fun Police!
BTW. Those go for over $200 regularly on eBay if all the sliders and rings are in there.
Hell, I thought he meant the lantern
I had a set of sharpened Lawn Darts I used for rabbit hunting. Would easily penetrate 1/4 inch plywood at 15-20 yards.
Don't let the wife know what you spend on guns, ammo or cigars.
At EPCOT enjoying a nice Italian meal. My tortellini came out warm at best and the wife's steak (done medium) cooked thru and thru. They took one meal off the bill ($60) so that's not bad. But perspective... the table behind us had a waiter dump the drink tray on some poor guy. I'm not sure if I feel bad for the guy or all of the alcohol that was sent crashing down....? 😒
At least you'll have some great stories to tell your grandkids.
Traveling back home today. It was awesome spending time with my two oldest kids.
A good cigar and whiskey solve most problems.
Have a safe trip George