Archive for August, 2010

Sing Me Back Home and Too Old To Die Young: Two Great Songs

August 28, 2010

These are two of my favorite songs.  Moe Bandy wrote Too Old to Die Young and I got it from Gene Rosenow.  Sing Me Back Home is a beautiful Prisoner’s Song, which is another name for it.  The combined video is only 5 minutes.  Hope you like it. 

Playing with Stones: Getting Stronger; Loving It; Planning More; What Now?

August 23, 2010

This video is 8.5 minutes long, so sit back and prepare to enjoy vicariously hard work.  Do not sweat, I’ll do it for you.

I’ve always wanted to have paths in my back yard.  Paths are good things to be acquainted with; paths get you where you want to go.  Sometimes.

What Aliens Really Look Like, Or, “How Pleasure Works”, a short review

August 15, 2010

Eye's, Mouth, Color Preferences, Strength

I can’t say it is ugly.  I can’t say it is pretty, or for that matter, handsome.  It’s snout moves like our mouths.  It sure looks like it has eyes.  He dove off a 2.5 foot high table onto gravel below, and it seemed to bother him/her/it not a whit.  There is a blue stripe on the table and hesheit got a quick look and turned around preferring to stay on the yellow table top. 

I’m reading “How Pleasure Works” by Paul Bloom, a Harvard Psychiatrist  (oops –>Yale), and just happened to be in the section titled “Imagination”, that is, human’s ability to see reality and non-reality, simultaneously assigning factual (the caterpillar is orange) and imagined (hesheit has eyes), and grossly overstated (I think) attributes (What Aliens Look Like): when this bug got a hold of me.  Dr. Bloom’s interest is in the ‘essence” of this bug (humm, visitor). 

The book is an easy read about what I think is a complex subject.  Bloom is an essentialist, believing that all things have an essence that humans associate with them.  For example, in “Amelie”, a wonderful French Movie about a young lady who spends her free time helping other people, she (Amelie) fakes a letter from a long dead husband; she has the post office deliver the letter to her neighbor, the widow, along with a note saying it was long overdue because the mail lay for 40 years in a satchel on top of a mountain where the plane carrying the mail crash landed in WWII.  The letter professes love and a desire to come home soon.  It changes the wife’s view of history and her long-lost, yet still loved, dead, husband.  The letter contained, she believed, his essence.  Yet he never touched it.  So this letter, a fake, has multiple essences, each dependent on the beholders point of view. 

Nonetheless, this caterpillar may be an alien, or not. 

Contemplating the Ether


The Caterpillar is Contemplating a Leap of Faith, and Declines.

If anyone out there in the ether knows what this bugger is, write me please, or leave a much desired erudite comment. 

Caterpillar After Landing after a fall 15 times it’s height

Please do not ask how he got to the gravel.  Only hope that hesheit is not an alien with allies in the sky waiting for our response to this Orangepillar.

Blue Sky’s Through the Window – But … What’s Wrong Here

August 15, 2010

What's Happening Here?  Millville Levoy Theatre Renovation

Levoy Theatre in the Future

 I could not resist this picture through the window to the sky.  But the truth of the matter is that the Levoy is undergoing an $8 Million renovation that will continue the transformation of Downtown into an art mecca. 

Today’s car show was a grand success and wonderful experience for Cathy and I and Liam.  We were socializing Liam but also got to see some pretty classy old cars, and old friends. 

John Channel has a 1930 Model A which he loves.  No one could be nicer than Dancing John. 

Here is John and his car. 

John Channell, Dancin' John, Great Singer and Guitar Maven

John Channell's Model A


Big Buck

August 12, 2010

Big Buck at Dr. Julie Powell's

Dr. Powell is our chiropractor.  Her office is in Dorothy, New Jersey, where the zoning requires five acres for each home site.  The whole town is in the woods, quite unexpected in New Jersey.

So all my stone work left me with a sore back, which Dr. Powell, with her no cracking procedures, fixed.  When pulling out of her office I always check the back yard for deer and this day I was rewarded with this old guy sauntering around the yard.  He had one doe that I saw.

I have about a ton of stones still in a pile in the driveway and it will stay there until my back comes back.  Soon.

Then I have probably 10 ton’s more to buy to finish the path’s in my back yard.  Cathy and I both love the way it looks and I’m getting a fair amount of satisfaction from the work.

The Story of Stones

August 5, 2010

Now What?

Motor Home Stolen – Please Be Alert

August 4, 2010

This article and notice from Family Motor Coach tells the story.   It is not mine, but none-the-less, please keep alert for it.

Stolen Motor Home Please forward this article

 Keep eyes open for FMCA member’s stolen motorhome
FMCA members Ron Horbinski and Cyndi Covert, F400425, had their 2008 Roadtrek 210-P motor home stolen on Monday, August 2, in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. The full-timing couple was staying at a rental house at the time of the theft. However, all of their personal records are in the motor home.
The motor home has light brown paint and charcoal trim, with Wisconsin plates RDTRPRS. Other distinguishing features include a black cargo box on the rear, a backup camera above the license plate, and a front bumper ground effect with a broken corner on the passenger side. Fortunately, the Smart car in the image below was not hooked up at the time of the theft; however all of the towing gear is in the motor home.
Should anyone spot this motor home, please call Ron and Cyndi at (604) 724-0105 (Canada #) or (262) 292-1146 (Google voice #), as well as the local police department where the motor home is spotted, since the thieves may already have left the Vancouver area. Calls also can be made to the Vancouver police at (604) 717-3321; refer to case #VA10-131-386.

Liam Schnauzer Playing with Ruby Schnauzer

August 2, 2010

Liam baiting Ruby

About a second after this photo Ruby Decked him.  Not at all in anger, just telling him who’s boss.  It is working, slowly.

This guy is really a pleasure.  Tonight we took him to PetSmart as a part of his socialization.  Two ladies who knew he was a Standard Schnauzer (which most folks confuse with the mini), asked to pet him.  We agreed and his tail was moving faster than my camera shoots. 

The biggest challenge is helping Ruby and Liam get along.  It is great to see them communicate in Dog, and the only time Ruby seems to be agitated is when Liam is doing the Puppy Dance.  He is flat on the floor, his front legs spread wide apart, snout on the floor, butt up slightly, and tensed to pounce in any direction.  It is good to see him do the dance, although Ruby thinks otherwise.   Overall we are very happy with the progress the two of them are making.

I’ve had my second thoughts about two dogs.  For sure it is a big change, this puppy thing.  But Cathy has taken on the responsibilities and I’m thankful for her effort.

Bee Sting Update

 Bee Sting Update

I was stung twice.  The first was on my left arm, a few inches above the elbow.  This one I pinched immediately trying to get the stinger out.  As I understand it now, I probably broadcast the venom.  No matter the reason this sting site hurt for a long time, despite all attempts to calm it.   The other, left alone, subsided overnight.  The second site is on my right side six inches below the armpit, and favoring the back. 

I flooded the hole in the ground, the entrance to the bee hive, with chemicals, and then covered it with weed mat, which I’m using under the stones in the paths in our backyard.  There are stragglers that hover around the entrance site, even with the mat in place and now covered with few stones to keep it in place.  Bees must have built-in GPS or Garmin’s or Tom Tom’s. 

Latter today I’ll try to complete the path I inadvertently built over the hive, but it will take all my courage and tenacity.  I can not imagine how the body would react to a large number of stings.  Occasionally there are news accounts of large-scale bee attacks on a hapless victim who steps on a hive while mowing the lawn, sometimes resulting in fatality.   Ugh. 

We live on land that was wooded for I guess centuries, and I guess bees like it as a home site.  We purchased our home on December 31, 2003 and we have uncovered at least seven hives; as a result, when I walk in the woods I’m always conscious of the ground I walk upon and alert to bees.  Not enough though.

Go Chelsea

I lived in Kingston New York from 1969 to 1984 and frequently travelled across the Rhinebeck Bridge, over the Hudson River, to Rhinebeck and Red Hook for dinner many times in the Governor Clinton Hotel in Rhinebeck.  Before the attack on the World Trade Center, Rhinebeck was a pleasant, quiet town.  It changed as Folks from The City fled north and purchased homes  in Upstate.  Not only did Real Estate values sky-rocket, but the serene essence of the area changed. 

I can see why Chelsea picked Rhinebeck for her wedding.  My daughter Jennifer looked at Rhinebeck, but choose instead Oneonta, on Route 28 near Woodstock, N.Y. for her wedding, which was a marvelous event, too many years ago.

For some reason, it is soothing to look at the picture of Chelsea and her husband standing alonside her parents.  Her father looks a little gaunt.

Rhinebeck will never be the same.  This is not unusual though, we can never go back, and once touched, no area is ever the same.  There is no ‘same time next year’.


Fly Like a Butterfly, Stung By a Bee, Run Man Run

August 1, 2010

One Bee Calls 'em All to Feast --> Me

Friday, July 30, 2010, I was stung by two bees simultaneously.  There were several more about to do their darndest to keep me from finishing the section of path I was working.  And they succeeded.

My goodness bee stings hurt.  One still hurt the next morning.  Around mid-night I ran to Rite-Aid and bought about all I could find that said “pain relief”. 

I gave up after a while and took my favorite pain pill.  800 mg of ibuprofen. 

These are yellow jackets that live and nest in the ground, so you have no idea they are there, sharing your land, until you disturb the soil.  Then all hell breaks loose.  They swarm.  They fly in all directions.  They land everywhere on your body.  And if they light long enough you get stung.  I did.

Son Paul repaid an act of valour I performed thirty odd years ago for him.   He was in the woods behind our Flower Hill Home in Kingston, and he came running, screaming bloody hell.  I was in the back yard doing something, there was always something to do there, and I realized what was going on.  I ripped his shirts off and brushed off a bunch of bees.  He was hurt.  Well on Friday, he paid me back.  He checked me out and brushed off the vagrant bees.  Imagine hanging out on my dirty shirt, sweat pouring off and wet as wet can be.  Thank you son.

It is quite something that a little thing like a yellow jacket can hurt a big ‘ole guy like me.  But they can.  Little things matter.


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