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» Sunday, May 08, 2011
Sorta Lazy Sunday
 Went to bed last night rather later than expected; Jen couldn't get on chat because her ISP had been banned from Dalnet for spamming. !@#!@#$! spammers! I contacted Ops to see if someone could help her; they did try, but couldn't. Phooey.So we didn't get up until late this morning, and I was a bit out of sorts all morning, with a nagging sinus headache. James had one himself. We didn't go out to Kroger until after noon—I was reading the end of White Corridor and wanted to know what happened!—and then as we got back into the truck, I had a nosebleed out of nowhere. Kept my nose pinched on the ride home and it abated. After a little while we decided to go to Borders, as Larry Correia's new book was out. We had to go to Douglasville to get it, and even then James had to ask someone to get it for him, as they had not put it out yet. I tried to find either State Fair (Earlene Fowler) or Mr. Monk on the Road (which I've been waiting for), and they were sold out of both. I did pick up My Life in France from the remainder shelf, having been intrigued by this part of Julie & Julia. By this time it was almost five, so we came home and chilled out for an hour or so until we were ready for supper. James had marinated some lamb shoulder pieces in Trader Joe's "Island Soyaki" and grilled them. Grilling really gets rid of a lot of the fat that lamb tends to have, and the marinade removes the strong taste. We had a tomato-and-cucumber salad on the side, and fresh strawberries and cream on angel food cake for dessert while watching Extreme Makeover. Labels: books, food, online, shopping, television  » Wednesday, September 12, 2007
A Parent's Lament
Mosey on over to YouTube to see Dad's evening lament in Pachelbel Bedtime.
Tip of the hat to Bruce Robb. » Sunday, August 12, 2007
The WalMart Exercise Program and Not Many Other Tales
We needed low-carb wheat tortillas again, but I had no intention of going through at WalMart what we had last time. We were there by 10:25 and were out by 10:50. James could hardly keep up with me. I wanted out of that place before church ended. We checked ourselves out and fled.
Stopped at Lowe's for some casters and then went to breakfast at Sweet Tomatoes. They have a not-bad Sunday brunch now. Wish they hadn't dropped the cold cereal, but I had a nice bowl of real oatmeal. The heavily egg-dipped French toast assured me of one thing: I still loathe the taste of eggs. From there we drove up to Acworth and went to Books-a-Million. Hadn't been there in a month. I think the lack of good sleep and the heat finally hit because I started to get lightheaded. So we came home and I stretched out on the sofa for about an hour. During that time James had to run back to Lowe's for another set of casters. The folding table we bought from Ikea a couple of weeks ago is too heavy to shift easily into the library, so he put wheels on it. It rolls heavily, but it rolls. Caught up reading my Yahoo Christmas group today. I thought I hadn't read for a week, but it turned out to be from August 1. Yow. » Sunday, July 29, 2007
When Characters Fight Back
Gerald Page passed this along on the ARTC list. This is probably one of the cleverest things I've ever seen. Reminds me a bit of "The Dot and the Line."
"Animator vs. Animation" (Note: You must have Flash installed on your computer to see it.) Labels: online » Thursday, January 11, 2007
Free Videos
» Sunday, January 07, 2007
Time to Return to Spinning
January 7 is St. Distaff's day in Holiday Harbour.
By the way, this is a cool site: Chambers' Book of Days. Labels: Christmas, Holiday Harbour, online » Friday, December 22, 2006
"Jack Frost Nipping at Your Nose..."
...(not hardly, unless you're in Denver) and other winter solstice links in Holiday Harbour.
Labels: Holiday Harbour, online, winter » Thursday, December 14, 2006
Remembering
I was thinking about my mom this morning; about what I called "our last good day" before the pain overtook her. We went to St. Anne's. I actually ended up there by accident, but sometimes with God there aren't any accidents. I vividly remember Mom looking up at me—the rheumatoid arthritis has shrunk her down to under five feet tall and bowed her right shoulder permanently—and whispering "I'm glad we came."
Me, too. Saint Anne Parish and Shrine Here are some pictures of the church but they don't really do it justice. It's very comforting to walk through the doors when the church is quiet, the candles glowing near the altar and from the little vaulted chapels in the rear, looking up to the beautiful arched ceiling and surrounded by the faint overlay of incense, walking past the straight-backed darkly stained pews and the solemn statues pockmarked with age. A History of the Church » Thursday, December 07, 2006
Some Stories for the Day
My dad was working as a knife polisher back then, at Colonial Knife, where his older brother was employed. He was also in the National Guard, so on December 7 he was immediately called up. He served in Europe, however, not in the Pacific, in Germany and Austria. At one point he was in the Black Forest and always commented how beautiful the countryside was. My favorite photo of Dad from the war is this one of him holding a fawn. The fawn had been separated from his mother during a battle and all the boys in his company cuddled it and had photos taken with it, a respite from carnage. Later the doe returned and they released their temporary pet.
Some more of Dad's war pics here. My Uncle Sammy, my mother's younger brother, served in the Pacific. Mom said when he came home my grandmother burst into tears because he looked "like an old man," although he was only 27. The combination of the Pacific heat and the friction had worn most of the hair off his head. The soldiers still wore puttees when they first were shipped out there and again the combination of friction and heat rubbed all the hair from his legs. He was painfully thin and suffered from nightmares; my mother said although he didn't talk about any hardships when he was awake, in his sleep he muttered and cried out about men being killed and rats. He never liked rice a lot and then in the Pacific a lot of what they served in the mess was rice. From then on he loathed the stuff and when I talked about loving chicken soup with rice he would make horrible faces. My uncle Ralph (married to Dad's sister) was also in the Pacific, on the USS Muskogee. It served in the Aleutians and also near New Guinea. Almost all my uncles on both sides and most of my older male cousins served. My cousin Raymond, who passed away this year, was stationed in California, loved it there, and went out to live. I have some photos that my mother kept of her nephew, my cousin Skippy (his real name is John; the oldest son of her older sister) from the service. I've never asked my other relatives what Pearl Harbor and World War II was like for them; I guess I was too shy. I wish now that I had. The only story I have is my mother's. She and her mother were doing the time-honored Sunday afternoon ritual of visiting after Sunday dinner. They were walking up to a friend's house and could hear shouting from inside the house; then the friend threw the window open and told them the news. They went to church, she told me. The church was jammed with people. I can't remember if she said the priest just led them in prayer or actually said a Mass. The image haunts me: the old-fashioned Catholic church with its big stained glass windows, the vigil candles glowing row by row next to the altar—and more of them being lighted as more people came in to pray, the sharp scent of incense and perhaps of Christmas greens that had been put up for Advent, the muted light, the people in their Sunday best crying or with sad, angry faces... Pearl Harbor Survivors Gather for "Final Reunion" A different story about the final reunion SAN FRANCISCO: Pearl Harbor Was a Close Thing for the City in 1941 An Indiana Survivor's Memories A Pennsylvania Survivor's Memories An Ohio Survivor's Memories A Storm Saved Them from Carnage Arizona's Final Mission A DVD Box Set Worth Thinking About » Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Farewell to Jason Fox
» Saturday, October 28, 2006
Cutest. Puppy. Ever.
» Thursday, October 26, 2006
Brevity is The Soul of Wit, and All That
Weird Again
So it does publish, but you can't see the page. (So Blogger works, but Blogspot does not.)
Time.gov comes in, CCR.gov does not. ECATs, which is a .mil page, won't come up, but MyPay.mil does. Ebay works, Amazon doesn't. But the shortcut is back. Maybe they're working on it... Labels: online This is Weird
This morning the Earthlink mail server wasn't working, either by download to Eudora or going to webmail, but I got to the Weather Channel and Georgia Navigator fine. Didn't think anything of it until I got to work.
If this is some sort of web outage here it's the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I can get to CNN, but not Fox. Zap2It, which is usually pain-in-the-neck slow, but not goverment sites I use in my work. Xanga but not Blogspot or Live Journal. I got the Weather Channel and Kevin and Kell when I got here, but that's gone now, too. What type of web outage takes most sites but not all? Not to mention that the most important shortcut on my desktop has completely disappeared. Not even sure this will publish... Labels: online » Thursday, October 12, 2006
"I'm Lost, I'm Lost, Find Me..."
» Friday, October 06, 2006
Geez Louise, Is Dal.net Dead Again?
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