Non-complaint: The last couple of weeks has been prime maple sap season. Freezing nights and above freezing days, makes the sap rise during the day and fall back to the roots during the night. Weather like this makes the trees produce a lot of sap. Should be a good year for maple syrup if this type of weather lasts another couple of weeks. I care because I have family in the business. Some of my earliest memories from back in the early '50s were visiting the "sugar shack" and watching the huge trays of sap boiling down into thicker and thicker forms until it comes out of the last tray almost syrup, where it's taken into the house to finish boiling off into quality syrup under close watch. Or continue boiling until it starts to crystalize and is poured into forms to make maple sugar candy. Mmmm, yum!
I'm so old I remember the horse drawn sleds that carried the hundreds of galvanized buckets to the tapped trees in the forest, and the barrels of sap back to the sugar shack. Then after being out in the snow for a couple of hours,walking into the sugar shack and being hit by the warm steam that smelled of maple. Making a clean, pure, snowball and having hot maple syrup dripped on it. "Wax on snow".
Now days of course tractors or snowmobiles take the place of the horses and some places have the trees literally plumbed to drip their collection through tubing directly down slope into collection vats.
That Federal Building looks just like the Old Post Office in Washington, DC. Unfortunately it's now the (*cringe*) Trump hotel within sight of the White House.
...yeah the old Gimbels department store building (lots of memories there from growing up) is also now a hotel, but at least it's a Marriot Residence hotel.
In it's original form...
After Marriot bought the building...
Before and after the world clanged from black and white to color.
..that too. Amazing I could not find a good colour photo from a similar angle before the conversion Didn't have all that highly reflective tinted glass back then.
Another nor'easter on Tuesday. This makes 3 in about 2 weeks. First one knocked out power for 5 days and came on just in time for the 2nd one. I'm so over winter already.
Someon has ticked off Mother Nature... :-/
it not nice to fool mother nature.
heard a mourning dove this morning, was a mournful complaint about the cold.
Mourning doves are very successful birds around here. There's a large tree outside my window that is a favorite location, right before dawn I get 3-4 of them cooing away. Very pretty birds, as well. :-)
...I miss the sound of their cooing, very comforting. Heard only one in all the time I've lived here and it was near the business park where I used to work on the far west side of the metro area.
Awww. :-( Right now (8:05am) I hear mourning doves, a hawk in the distance, and a few crabby grackles. The grackles ruin everything... :-/
They're kind of cool looking, with that irridecent blue, green or purple...but they swarm and eat all the seed in my bird feeder. They seem to go away for the winter, but they're back now.
Dana
Ours here in Austin make odd noises, like shorting elecrical transformers. Very alarming! Bzzzzt crackle CAW! :-O
Yes, sort of a metallic kind of klink. Very odd. They scare away nicer looking and smaller birds from the feeder. But they scare easily themselves. I just go to the kitchen window and wave an arm, off they go. Once I saved one that was caught in my neighbor's stockade fence. He apparently slipped off his perch on top of one of the pickets ans down between two of them. His leg was caught. I tried to reach for him to lift him up, but it pecked at me and tried to scratch me with the loose foot. So I came back, got a table knife and a piece of cardboard (as a blinder) and slid his foot up and out from between the pickets. Off he went, withough even a thank you!
Dana
Dana
Here we just shoot grackles with a BB gun.
Dana
Please understand when you grow up on a farm like I did, the family relies on a vegetable garden for much of the food we ate year-round. We canned and froze much of our summer crops. Some birds such as crows, starlings and grackles are garden pests and have to be controlled or they can cause great damage to crops. My brother and I still make a garden in the summer.
Sounds like my grandfather's farm in Michigan. When I was there I helped keep the birds away after seeding, I had a BB gun and grandpa had a shotgun.
The old milwaukee architecture I'm most familiar with.
...one I keep trying to forget myself. We used to call it "Old Swillwaukee"
To a college student in the 70's, the cheaper the beer, the better. Old Mil' was the cheapest around.
The cheapest beer I've ever had was at a fraternity party at Virginia Tech, when my friend Gary invited me down. Generic white can labeled 'BEER'. Dubious flavor but it had alcohol in it, so we drank it. :-|
Another nor'easter on Tuesday. This makes 3 in about 2 weeks. First one knocked out power for 5 days and came on just in time for the 2nd one. I'm so over winter already.
Someon has ticked off Mother Nature... :-/
it not nice to fool mother nature.
heard a mourning dove this morning, was a mournful complaint about the cold.
Mourning doves are very successful birds around here. There's a large tree outside my window that is a favorite location, right before dawn I get 3-4 of them cooing away. Very pretty birds, as well. :-)
...I miss the sound of their cooing, very comforting. Heard only one in all the time I've lived here and it was near the business park where I used to work on the far west side of the metro area.
Awww. :-( Right now (8:05am) I hear mourning doves, a hawk in the distance, and a few crabby grackles. The grackles ruin everything... :-/
They're kind of cool looking, with that irridecent blue, green or purple...but they swarm and eat all the seed in my bird feeder. They seem to go away for the winter, but they're back now.
Dana
Ours here in Austin make odd noises, like shorting elecrical transformers. Very alarming! Bzzzzt crackle CAW! :-O
Yes, sort of a metallic kind of klink. Very odd. They scare away nicer looking and smaller birds from the feeder. But they scare easily themselves. I just go to the kitchen window and wave an arm, off they go. Once I saved one that was caught in my neighbor's stockade fence. He apparently slipped off his perch on top of one of the pickets ans down between two of them. His leg was caught. I tried to reach for him to lift him up, but it pecked at me and tried to scratch me with the loose foot. So I came back, got a table knife and a piece of cardboard (as a blinder) and slid his foot up and out from between the pickets. Off he went, withough even a thank you!
Dana
Dana
Here we just shoot grackles with a BB gun.
Dana
Please understand when you grow up on a farm like I did, the family relies on a vegetable garden for much of the food we ate year-round. We canned and froze much of our summer crops. Some birds such as crows, starlings and grackles are garden pests and have to be controlled or they can cause great damage to crops. My brother and I still make a garden in the summer.
And "Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked in a Pie" wasn't just a line from a nursery rhyme.
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
neither of those spell the same backwards and forwards
hannah
True, but they also have nothing to do with the price of tea in China.
unless they're egg farmers in China, Brute and Bluto dont seem the farmer type, but who knows what Bluto was doing before he heard the siren call of the sailor's life
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
Another nor'easter on Tuesday. This makes 3 in about 2 weeks. First one knocked out power for 5 days and came on just in time for the 2nd one. I'm so over winter already.
Someon has ticked off Mother Nature... :-/
it not nice to fool mother nature.
heard a mourning dove this morning, was a mournful complaint about the cold.
Mourning doves are very successful birds around here. There's a large tree outside my window that is a favorite location, right before dawn I get 3-4 of them cooing away. Very pretty birds, as well. :-)
...I miss the sound of their cooing, very comforting. Heard only one in all the time I've lived here and it was near the business park where I used to work on the far west side of the metro area.
Awww. :-( Right now (8:05am) I hear mourning doves, a hawk in the distance, and a few crabby grackles. The grackles ruin everything... :-/
They're kind of cool looking, with that irridecent blue, green or purple...but they swarm and eat all the seed in my bird feeder. They seem to go away for the winter, but they're back now.
Dana
Ours here in Austin make odd noises, like shorting elecrical transformers. Very alarming! Bzzzzt crackle CAW! :-O
Yes, sort of a metallic kind of klink. Very odd. They scare away nicer looking and smaller birds from the feeder. But they scare easily themselves. I just go to the kitchen window and wave an arm, off they go. Once I saved one that was caught in my neighbor's stockade fence. He apparently slipped off his perch on top of one of the pickets ans down between two of them. His leg was caught. I tried to reach for him to lift him up, but it pecked at me and tried to scratch me with the loose foot. So I came back, got a table knife and a piece of cardboard (as a blinder) and slid his foot up and out from between the pickets. Off he went, withough even a thank you!
Dana
Dana
Here we just shoot grackles with a BB gun.
Dana
Please understand when you grow up on a farm like I did, the family relies on a vegetable garden for much of the food we ate year-round. We canned and froze much of our summer crops. Some birds such as crows, starlings and grackles are garden pests and have to be controlled or they can cause great damage to crops. My brother and I still make a garden in the summer.
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
Maybe Thunderbird™, Ripple™ or Night Train™.
Ripple was big when I was in high school...and Boone's Farm Apple!
Another nor'easter on Tuesday. This makes 3 in about 2 weeks. First one knocked out power for 5 days and came on just in time for the 2nd one. I'm so over winter already.
Someon has ticked off Mother Nature... :-/
it not nice to fool mother nature.
heard a mourning dove this morning, was a mournful complaint about the cold.
Mourning doves are very successful birds around here. There's a large tree outside my window that is a favorite location, right before dawn I get 3-4 of them cooing away. Very pretty birds, as well. :-)
...I miss the sound of their cooing, very comforting. Heard only one in all the time I've lived here and it was near the business park where I used to work on the far west side of the metro area.
Awww. :-( Right now (8:05am) I hear mourning doves, a hawk in the distance, and a few crabby grackles. The grackles ruin everything... :-/
They're kind of cool looking, with that irridecent blue, green or purple...but they swarm and eat all the seed in my bird feeder. They seem to go away for the winter, but they're back now.
Dana
Ours here in Austin make odd noises, like shorting elecrical transformers. Very alarming! Bzzzzt crackle CAW! :-O
Yes, sort of a metallic kind of klink. Very odd. They scare away nicer looking and smaller birds from the feeder. But they scare easily themselves. I just go to the kitchen window and wave an arm, off they go. Once I saved one that was caught in my neighbor's stockade fence. He apparently slipped off his perch on top of one of the pickets ans down between two of them. His leg was caught. I tried to reach for him to lift him up, but it pecked at me and tried to scratch me with the loose foot. So I came back, got a table knife and a piece of cardboard (as a blinder) and slid his foot up and out from between the pickets. Off he went, withough even a thank you!
Dana
Dana
Here we just shoot grackles with a BB gun.
Dana
Please understand when you grow up on a farm like I did, the family relies on a vegetable garden for much of the food we ate year-round. We canned and froze much of our summer crops. Some birds such as crows, starlings and grackles are garden pests and have to be controlled or they can cause great damage to crops. My brother and I still make a garden in the summer.
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
Maybe Thunderbird™, Ripple™ or Night Train™.
Ripple was big when I was in high school...and Boone's Farm Apple!
Dana
Ripple, Boone's Farm, Night Train,Thunderbird, Mogen David (Mad Dog).. wow, I got a painful hangover just typing that!!! :-O
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I like my touchscreen now that I found a game that it works with well.
And they make good food for snakes.
..that too. Amazing I could not find a good colour photo from a similar angle before the conversion Didn't have all that highly reflective tinted glass back then.
...never had "BEER"?
Sounds like my grandfather's farm in Michigan. When I was there I helped keep the birds away after seeding, I had a BB gun and grandpa had a shotgun.
If it's birds or crops, adios birds.
No garden here, so they're just entertainment.
The cheapest beer I've ever had was at a fraternity party at Virginia Tech, when my friend Gary invited me down. Generic white can labeled 'BEER'. Dubious flavor but it had alcohol in it, so we drank it. :-|
..there was also LIGHT BEER
And "Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked in a Pie" wasn't just a line from a nursery rhyme.
My experience was in the mid-80s, I don't think we had LIGHT BEER, no loss though. :-/ Yecch, barf, puke, chunder...
must be an incredible downhill sleigh ride
wouldnt fancy the uphill return trip tho lol
sunDAE day
My experience was not with beer, but wine. Went to a Thanksgiving Day party during my hippie era when none of us had much money, and the hosts were so happy to have gotten enough wine to have a party. I don't know what it was but it came in a gallon jug with a screw top and tasted like oily kerosene or bitter cooking oil. I did not finish the glass. It was so bad that despite not remembering much from the late '60s and early '70s I remember that so-called wine. (*blech, yuk, ptoo*). --- Then I vaguely remember that officer Obie came to the door askin' us 'bout a piece of paper found under a pile of garbage ...
at Alices Restaurant?
winj binj too
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m57gzA2JCcM
It is 3 PM and I am hungry.
sleepin in is always a good idea
snow on the ground outside - no go out theres
orange peel on hid nose?
I'd rather drink bad beer than bad wine... ugh...
unless they're egg farmers in China, Brute and Bluto dont seem the farmer type, but who knows what Bluto was doing before he heard the siren call of the sailor's life
yup, that the one!!!
a red vw microbus, not the chartrues one
double ugh!!
Maybe Thunderbird™, Ripple™ or Night Train™.
there are really tigers in Siberia?
tigers like the snow?
I can understand that.
Dana
Ripple was big when I was in high school...and Boone's Farm Apple!
Dana
Ripple, Boone's Farm, Night Train,Thunderbird, Mogen David (Mad Dog).. wow, I got a painful hangover just typing that!!! :-O
waitin for the deliveryman/person
garlic knots, penne pesto rosso, and a mini canoli
yup held back on the full size canoli
work to do, modeling a skooma bottle
Who delivers on a Sunday? Groceries?
And what's a skooma bottle?
Dana