.... the foul weather that has played here today has not taken a break since well before daybreak - and it still shows no sign of abating now that darkness is approaching..... rain, sleet, wind, and gloom....... actually, it probably isn't even safe to use the term "darkness is approaching" since it has not brightened in the least since dawn.... it's almost like Today just really didn't want to show up for work.... so he slithered in quietly - hung over and rubbing his unshaven chin- and promptly fell asleep at his desk.... and now that it is quittin' time, the guy in the next cubicle over roused him, told him he stank, and pushed his sorry ass out the door towards home, a shower, and his bed........
... good god.... the past ten hours of precipitation, mist, and heavy cloud have dulled the Heart and Soul of My Day..... in fact, I haven't seen a wind-driven, plodding, incessant rain like this since I left Scotland ten years ago..... and that, gentle rubberneckers, is saying something.....
....however, all things being equal, my fortitudinous soul has persevered over these adverse weather conditions with the assistance of homemade chili-cheese nachos and a few cups of cherry yoghurt..... and soon?..... the subtle, warming relaxation of a sapphire Gin and Tonic (lightly stirred & served with a slice of lime, of course...).... after all, just because Mother Nature is in a beastly mood there is no need for US to act uncivilized, is there?...... indeed, no.....
.... so, how's it been where y'all have been?.....
We were sunny but in the low 40's most of the day then it clouded up around 3pm and suddenly turned into nighttime.
I don't mind. It's rather nice to make a pot roast, have a glass of wine and just wrap up in a down comforter and read. Or sit at the computer and type - take your pick. LOL.
Hell raised by Teresa on November 30, 2010 07:30 PM
I have no central heat or air yet, so when I came home from Ma's the house was freezing cold... So, I opened up windows since it was rainy but warm, and woke up to a house damp with condensation everywhere. The mirrors on either side of the front door were dripping like a glass of iced tea in august. The stair rail was damp and clammy and any window left closed was fogged over.
It was a little eerie... There was even a hint of fog in the downstairs hall. Enough to make me wonder about ghosts in my old house...
Hell raised by K-Nine on December 1, 2010 12:28 AM
We have sunshine and cold wind - not so bad. We made a gnocchi and chicken stew.
.... no post tonight, rubberneckers...... however, I do love the words that Mr Prine starts using around the 6 minute mark in this video......
.... I've always loved "Donald and Lydia" for a hundred different reasons....... and if you've never heard John Prine, give him a listen...... he's one of the true poet-song writers.......regardless of his politics, he writes beautiful words......
I would call that a post with John Prine. But I was also hoping to hear
about some smoker stories...I cooked some wonderful meals with mine and
actually wore out a Brinkman. So good cooking advice and events are
always appreciated, especially this time of year. My birthday was
actually on Thanksgiving this year, and I made it to 46. Also the first
time in years I wasn't involved in cooking the roast beast. Still yummy
Anyway I am still kicking, at least with one leg. Lost my right leg two
weeks ago so I'm at least a month away before I can even think about a
prosthetic. No worries though, I just don't like being able to hop into
my Explorer and go anywhere when I desire. In due time I suppose.
Always enjoy your posts,
Hell raised by Lance on November 29, 2010 01:23 AM
.. funny, I tried to email you and it said I was blocked.....
.... thanks for continuing to read!..... bad news about your leg though!...
... I am a huge Prine fan and love most of his stuff.....
I met someone once who knew him and he had asked John how he came up with his lyrics. He said it goes in his head then there is a visual of him turning his head sideways and pounding on his ear to show, I guess, the words falling out of his other ear.
Seemed like a true story to me.
Hell raised by Titan Mk6B on November 30, 2010 11:48 AM
Thanks for the memory! The Marine is doing well, still in California, looking into colleges for next fall.
I can't help but think of you now whenever I hear this song.
I hope everything is going well for you and yours.
Hell raised by Holder on November 29, 2010 07:27 PM
Had venison for Thanksgiving... can't beat it!
Hell raised by Alaska Kim on November 29, 2010 08:34 PM
To those living beyond the Appalachian Mountains, the American Revolution was a faraway war that had begun in the villages of New England and concerned places like New York and Philadelphia. Most of the "overmountain people", as they were called, descended from immigrants who had come not from England but from a vast Irish territory know as the Ulster Plantation. These Scotch-Irish had defied King George III's 1763 proclamation that prohibited private settlements west of the mountains. They claimed the forbidden wilderness for their own, felling trees to clear the land for small farms, building dirt-floor log cabins, growing what they needed and living as they pleased - a people apart.
Their "low, lazy, sluttish, heathenish, hellish life", shocked one Anglican missionary sent over the mountains in 1766 to convert them. He had particular difficulty averting his eyes from the "young women", who had "a most uncommon practice, which I cannot break them of. They draw their shift as tight as possible to the body and pin it close to shew [sic] the roundness of their breasts and slender waists (for they are generally finely shaped) and draw their petticoat close to their hips to show the fineness of their limbs."
The ogling missionary was witnessing a new American breed: People who had not migrated from England, people to whom Scotland was a folk memory, a place few of them had even seen. And, as Presbyterians, they had eschewed the hierarchal structure of the Anglican Church in favor of the democracy of the meeting house.
.... bhwahhahhaahha!!!.... "low, lazy, sluttish, heathenish, hellish life"....... I can't quit laughing about that one....... and the "generally finely shaped" young ladies???..... bhwhahahaahah!.... he's talking about my GGGGGrandmothers!!!!....
.... welcome to My World, rubberneckers..... my ancestors - with few exceptions - have been "overmountain men" since 1755..... and as best as I can tell, I had five ancestors at The Battle of King's Mountain all serving under Cleveland....
.... one of the overmountain exceptions, I found out yesterday, was a Virginian who crossed the Delaware with Washington......
.... one thing is for sure, though...... folks from "over the mountain" had and HAVE a whole different attitude towards just about everything......
Is it possible that 'sluttish' back then meant something really really different? Maybe nice? Maybe sluttish meant pretty. Because... you know... words change over time. Maybe??? ;-) (Although my Dad was just looking over my shoulder as I wrote this, we were discussing your post, and he laughed and said, "I don't know, Bou, Sluttish has pretty much meant sluttish for a very long time..." I tried. heh.)
Baw hahahaha. I do believe the missionary was HOPING they were sluttish. ;-) Nice to know you came from some good looking women folk.
Hell raised by vwbug on November 24, 2010 06:56 AM
Finely shaped Irish girls have always been a weakness of mine...........especially those of, shall we say, a more liberated bent of mind. I prefer to think of it as not so much sluttish as joyful.
The Colonel sounds like a tough ol' bird. A bit of that bloodline can't be a bad thing.
I'm, jealous. Almost every one of my ancestors from the early 1600s to my own grandparents were from Quebec, Canada and most of THEIR ancestors came from France... With two exceptions. A MacLure from Scotland and a Fines from Ireland. ONLY TWO DARN EXCEPTIONS! It's not fair you got the rest of them! **Grumpily going to bed**
Hell raised by Lemon Stand on November 24, 2010 07:37 PM
The "low, lazy, sluttish, heathenish, hellish life", and Miller High Life are two of my favorite lives.
Hell raised by Cappy on November 24, 2010 08:34 PM
Hell raised by vwbug on November 25, 2010 11:50 AM
.... according to a txt message that I just received from The Missus, police in the small town where she works have broadcasted for all downtown Athenians to stay indoors for the next few hours......... evidently there is a 250lb black bear roaming the abandoned evening streets.......
.... hey, Welcome to Tennessee.........
.... I sent a message back asking her if she'd like me to put the top down on Blanche, load up my bear rifle, and tool through town a few times, but she said that probably wasn't a good idea.........
..... never a dull moment around these parts, that's for sure....
Bears in your dumpsters were a regular occurance in NM. They also eat your hummingbird feeders. I bet the biggest threat in TN is not the bears, but the folks with guns driving up and down the street looking for them. Yep, better stay indoors.
Sort of reminds me of the story you told of rat killin' in Adak!!! I say load up the car with a bunch of cammie clad, drunk, armed jarheads and see what hijinx ensue!!!
Hell raised by Sgt Holland on November 23, 2010 07:38 AM
Ha! I imagine your saintly wife was just worried the bear might scratch Blanche when it went down...
Hell raised by Libby on November 23, 2010 08:35 AM
We get the occasional Ursine Visitor in our northern Atlanta 'burbs, too. It's an unusual event, though, since the bears appear to understand the risks of being felled by a pissed-off soccer mom in an SUV.
Hell raised by Elisson on November 28, 2010 08:42 AM
.... I've spent the better part of the morning watching three lumberjacks hammerheads fell various trees on the lot adjoining my property, and after three hours?..... well, I am hugely unimpressed.... so far they have managed to crush nearly every dogwood into a mangled, broken pulp....
... growing up in Tennessee in the 1970s, my family used wood as the main heating source through my childhood winters... every other spring, my father and I would head off to the farm of one or another of my relatives.... he'd pick a tree, size it up, and know exactly where he wanted the tree to fall so as to not damage any other standing tree..... he was a master of The Fall..... he'd saw, wedge, saw a little more.... wedge again.... and when all was finished, he'd drop that baby exactly where he wanted it.... the guys that I've been watching today?.... good grief.....
.... owning a typewriter certainly doesn't mean that you know how to use it..... and after today, the exact same thing can be said about owning a chainsaw....
..... now, far be it from me to belittle skills in someone that I certainly lack myself, but goddamn!.... I may not have sawn down a tree with a chainsaw myself, BUT I certainly have seen it done - and I know HOW to do it... (.. for the record, chainsaws give me the heebie jeebies.... and when I spent time watching - and learning from my Father - HE did all the chainsawing while I stacked, piled, and gathered...) .... and besides, I have felled many, many trees with only an axe and a few wedges, so I DO KNOW how to make one fall where it should......
.... hell, during my freshman year in high school I built an authentic log cabin out behind my Dad's old barn using only pine trees that I had dropped, skinned, and notched with only an axe....
..... ahhhh.... it just seems like such a waste of perfectly good flowering trees.... it also boggles my mind how a 65-year old Southern Man either doesn't know how to properly cut a tree down, OR harbors such a blatant disregard for a Thing of Beauty..... whatever the answer is, the thought is still depressing as hell.....
I'm at a loss as to what he's doing. The property looks kind of funky now. I thought that maybe he was just trying to thin it out for growth for the remaining trees, but now? After what you've described? Maybe he ain't right...
.... I awoke this morning well before daybreak to the creaking and moaning of the bedroom windows... I rose, stretched, and made my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee - arriving just in time for a gust of wind to slam an armful of discarded autumn leaves heavily against the kitchen window..... I nearly jumped out of my skin in the warm darkness of the kitchen.... what a way to begin a morning....
.... there is a way that the wind blows here that causes the entire house - from north to south - to creak in a spooky, systematic way.... as if the hand of god is gently nudging......
.... the garage door rattles first - bucking against the hinges.... and then the pink dogwood shakes itself against the southernmost window in the living room - scratching and tapping the panes of glass..... then the large, double window near the front door groans in displeasure..... and finally the wind is rebuffed by the double window in the spare bedroom.... and then, with a low howl and a whistle, it disappears around the corner of the house and off into the woods.....
... it has been like that all day...... wind, rain, respite, wind & rain again.... I sat in the blogroom this morning after dawn had broke and watched as the damp leaves were ripped by the wind... huge swirling clouds of red, orange, and gold were picked off of tree after tree all morning.... I read and typed between November squalls, but when the wind really picked up I would stop what I was doing just to sit and watch.... sometimes you need to just sit and watch once in a while, I guess.....
... the weirdest part of it all was the juxtaposition of calm, centrally heated comfort..... to the chilly, damp, tumultuousness sweeping by the window... my goodness...... those poor, torn, lifeless, drained, discarded leaves.... I suppose that is part of why people get so depressed in November... it's hard to watch something that was once the life-giver be cast aside and tossed in the proverbial & literal breeze with such random nonchalance...... then again, that's Nature for ya..... that which is no longer useful is simply recycled.....
... which, incidentally, reminds me that I need to start recycling...... lest my blogmeet attendees heel & hide me next year when I lay out eight bags of refuse for the garbage men to take to the landfill.......
.... you know, I love October..... I love it........ but I'm really not a fan of November......
We live, as you know, in a tin-can, which flexes and bellows roof-wise as the wind passes hurriedly, sucking up and shoving down. Doing pneumatic things. Playing us like a cheap bongo.
I'm told hurricanes and tornadoes rarely come this far north.
I cling to that word, "rarely", like a bald man clutches his Hair Club card.
I remember your windows, and the view to out back. I envy you and Fiona so.
Hell raised by LeeAnn on November 17, 2010 07:27 AM
November doesn't bother me... it's February that really gets to me. Smack in the middle of winter and knowing it will be at least 2+ months before spring even begins to show. Well, that an the fact that November contains the best holiday ever invented... Thanksgiving.
Hell raised by Teresa on November 17, 2010 02:32 PM
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon!
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky - no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street - no "t'other side this way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all - no locomotion -
No inkling of the way - no notion -
"No go" by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
- Thomas Hood
Hell raised by Elisson on November 19, 2010 02:10 PM
.... good afternoon, Fellow Travelers, I hope that you are all well on this fine November day.... as for me, I'm tolerable..... and it appears that the Volunteers have successfully manhandled those Ole Miss knuckledraggers, so all is well....
.... oh, and I was negligent yesterday in wishing a very happy birthday to Auguste Rodin - who, had he still been with us - would have celebrated his 170th birthday..... and so, since I'm off to peel some potatoes for my pot roast, I shall leave you with The Kiss..... out of all of his work, it is my personal favorite...... with The Gates of Hell running a very close second.....
.... nice, eh?..... nothing like a SEC win and a fine piece of art.... and a plate of my pot roast, of course.....
When I was taking art history in college, I remember reading that Rodin was quite the cantankerous character. And oddly, the few of my friends who are sculptors, are quite cantankerous too.
Sort of off topic here, but you asked on my blog if I'm still painting. And I haven't painted in a long time...crazy life issues sort of got in the way and ate up all my...everything.
But thank you for asking. That has sort of prodded me into digging out my paints and canvases. I'm going to try to get something rolling. If I do actually make something acceptable for viewing, I'll post it.
Looked at our statue. Appears the same except the rock formation is less at the sides. It's alabaster on a marble base. At of the back base is the name G. Ruggeri. TGOO purchased it in Italy many years ago.
...... back in the 1920s the Commandant of the Marine Corps ordered that this message should be read to every formation of Marines throughout the world on this day.....
MARINE CORPS ORDERS
No. 47 (Series 1921)
HEADQUARTERS U.S. MARINE CORPS
Washington, November 1, 1921
759. The following will be read to the command on the 10th of November, 1921, and hereafter on the 10th of November of every year. Should the order not be received by the 10th of November, 1921, it will be read upon receipt.
1.On November 10, 1775, a Corps of Marines was created by a resolution of Continental Congress. Since that date many thousand men have borne the name "Marine". In memory of them it is fitting that we who are Marines should commemorate the birthday of our corps by calling to mind the glories of its long and illustrious history.
2.The record of our corps is one which will bear comparison with that of the most famous military organizations in the world's history. During 90 of the 146 years of its existence the Marine Corps has been in action against the Nation's foes. From the Battle of Trenton to the Argonne, Marines have won foremost honors in war, and in the long eras of tranquility at home, generation after generation of Marines have grown gray in war in both hemispheres and in every corner of the seven seas, that our country and its citizens might enjoy peace and security.
3.In every battle and skirmish since the birth of our corps, Marines have acquitted themselves with the greatest distinction, winning new honors on each occasion until the term "Marine" has come to signify all that is highest in military efficiency and soldierly virtue.
4.This high name of distinction and soldierly repute we who are Marines today have received from those who preceded us in the corps. With it we have also received from them the eternal spirit which has animated our corps from generation to generation and has been the distinguishing mark of the Marines in every age. So long as that spirit continues to flourish Marines will be found equal to every emergency in the future as they have been in the past, and the men of our Nation will regard us as worthy successors to the long line of illustrious men who have served as "Soldiers of the Sea" since the founding of the Corps.
JOHN A. LEJEUNE,
Major Genera,l Commandant
... happy birthday, Marines..... may there be a Marine Corps for the next one thousand years.......
... and by the way, rubberneckers, if any of you want to get into the true spirit of Halloween (just passed), I recommed giving this a read...... best Halloween post I've read in years........ and hey, feel free to add a tale of your own once you've finished reading......
I have had more than my fair share of experiences with things that go bump in the night as it were. The last house we owned had a ghost. We spent a great deal of time and work getting the place back to what it once was. My wife saw her more than I did. A little old lady that seemed to be very happy with the things we were doing. I will save some of the other stories for another time. Who knows, maybe even over a game of pool someday.
.... well, boys & girls, I am happy to report that another successful Hysterics at Eric's has gone down without a hitch...... as a matter of fact, I may cease doing ANY cooking since I now know the True Caliber of Pure Cooking Power that many of my guests possess.... honestly, I think this Saturday's meal was the best that has ever been served when I've hosted a blogmeet - and my happy little hands were banned from the kitchen AND the smoker all weekend!.... Mr. Elisson and Bou owned the kitchen this weekend......
.... the Intrepid Travelers began trickling in early Friday afternoon, and they were immediately greeted by 40 degree temperatures and a rain/hail/sleet storm.... needless to say, we didn't bother with a campfire on Friday night..... Saturday broke cloudy, though, and after the usual breakfasting at The Tellico Junction Cafe, a roaring campfire was raging out back until, well, quite recently actually......
... as always, it was a pleasure to have so many interesting, colorful, friendly, humorous human beings wandering around my property for a weekend..... I enjoyed every minute that you guys were here..... and I cannot WAIT until next year!.....
.... here's a quick list of those that braved the cold weather and partay'd this weekend.....
Thank you and thank the lovely Fiona for a wonderful weekend. Your skills as host were as great and nuanced as Elisson and Bou's were in the kitchen.
Jack and I had a wonderful time and a great drive back across the dragon to Carolina.
Thank you again for the hospitality and the very special and personal present. I look forward to the next time we meet, may it not be 5 years this time.
Hell raised by K-Nine on November 8, 2010 08:44 AM
I cannot say how much I missed going. I mean, I had the chance to meet both Erica and Jimbo, and then I remember last time SWMBO made this unbelievable breakfast thing of noodles and cream and apricots.
Did you test Erica's powers of perception or had she already done that? I can still smell it. Odd.
And everytime I think of Fiona, aside from her hypnotic accent, I think of the part in "Eurotrip" where Scotty's girlfriend breaks up with him and he howls "FIONA!"
Kind of a Stella quality, only your Fiona is way prettier than Stella.
Hell raised by LeeAnn on November 8, 2010 09:08 AM
Had a blast this year. You are right, the Elissons and Bou have raised the bar on cookout food this year. My, my that was good! Loved, loved the gumbo too.
Great entertainment by the Elderly Bros and others.
I can't believe you and the Mrs put up with us every year. And we are eternally grateful that you do.
Hope to see you before another fall. Thanks for your hospitality!
It was a blast. Thank you (and the extremely understanding Fiona) for the hospitality. As others have said, Elisson, Bou and their helpers kicked ass and took names in the kitchen. I even ate me some farookin' gumbo. I had never had it before (We don't do no freakin' gumbo in Jersey). It was great -- two helpings! Ken, my bodyguard also raved about the food.
Also, thanks to all the peeps who listened yet again to me and Denny make what might be loosely music and didn't throw any produce at us.
Thursday through Sunday...lots of driving and hard partying. I may be getting too old for this shit. ...........naaaaaaaah.
Hell raised by Jim - PRS on November 8, 2010 12:11 PM
A great time was had by all! The real good cooks were Elisson and SWWBO. I was just along for the ride. That roasted asparagus was to die for!
Thanks for all the links! It will make it easier for me when I put together my link fest.
My best to you and your lovely wife for once again opening your lovely home to all the crazy people! Your hospitality is unsurpassed.
Eric - once again you and Fiona have thrown the party of the year. Thank you! Also Elisson, his lovely wife, and Bou for the fantastic food, and the Elderly Brothers for the music, and everyone else for showing up and being their terrific selves. Truly every year you outdo the one before. I so wish a few peeps who were not able to join us had been there, but so it is every year.
Hell raised by Teresa on November 9, 2010 01:09 AM
At this point, Eric's annual get-together seems less like a blogmeet and more like a gathering of Long-Time Friends. And that's just fine.
Thanks for opening your home to us and making us all feel welcome. Friends, food, drink, music, poetry, and Pocket Billiards - ya can't beat it!
Hell raised by Elisson on November 9, 2010 11:57 AM
Every year it sounds more and more awesome!
Hell raised by Fiona on November 11, 2010 09:52 PM
... the smoker has arrived, gentle people....... the hickory arrives tomorrow morning........ and the chicken, sausages, brisket, ribs, and butts will be entombed within it come Saturday morning...... it's November, of course..... but all I keep thinking is, "damnation, I do so love October.." .....