Friday, February 14, 2014

And that makes a thousand.

Posts,  that is.


at the brink

I realise it shows 999,  but I haven’t hit “publish” yet.  Wouldn’t want to go over.

And so,  big deal.  Doesn’t mean I’m about to quit any time soon either.  When my brain goes completely to mush (probably next month some time) and my fingers won’t move anymore (later today?),  then I’ll pack it in.

Plus of course, you realise that I’m not even here every day.  Recently it’s been on the order of the frequency of a hen laying an egg.

You know how that works, right?

The morning of one day.  The evening of the next day,  and then she’ll skip a day.  That was according to my old Man anyway,  you can correct me if you have other ideas.  Anyone?  

Buehler?  Buehler?

Sorry,  so easily distracted.  


Finally got my picture night before last.


Something fascinating about icicles.   Well, until you get impaled by one.  I’m usually a little nervous when I round that corner.   At this point it’s already broken off and crashed to the ground.  Just so happens that it’s right at the corner of the house where there’s a walkway.

We’re blissfully ignorant here of the raging storm that has swept up the Eastern Seaboard. Holy crap on a cracker!

Not that I’d want to sneer or anything,  but usually we’re the ones “getting it” here in the Great White North.   We do have our “allotment”  of snow,  so it is pretty freakin’ white out there.   I don’t recall having snow banks quite that high since moving to this house back in ‘92.  But maybe I’ve blocked that from my memory.  It’s entirely possible.


Plus,  it’s supposed to go above freezing in a few days.  Ruh-roh!

I’d better find that catch basin out on the street under the snow bank, or it’ll be a bit of a flood out front.


Of course,  it’s just another day of patching and painting here at the Ponderosa.  I’ll be the first to tell you though, I ain’t killin’ myself here.  I work until I get either fed up or tired. 

Made a little discovery this morning.


No,  that’s not some sort of mouse hole.

I started poking away at that area to clean it up a bit,  and ended up making a hole.  It would have given away eventually anyway,  and that’s my story.

Since the chimney/fireplace/whatever doesn’t move,  and the house in fact does,  some of the plaster right there was kind of weak.   Plus,  I have my suspicions that it may have suffered over the years from the odd leak around the chimney.  It’s sorted out now,  but any time there was rain from the east,  it would leak.  This too is what happens when you’re away for almost five years. 


Not a very ostentatious 1000th post I realise,  but I set my expectations low,  and then they’re easily met.


Hope you’re enjoying your day,  wherever you are.


Keep that stick on the ice,  or as I said to one of my musician friends recently,  keep those valves lubricated. 

Good to keep your valves lubricated in an RV I realise,  but that’s not the kind I’m referring to.   Ew.

Thanks for stopping by.




  1. Congratulations on doing this 1,000 times, sure takes a commitment, I say.

  2. Congrats! That is quite an accomplishment and a lot of work! And thousands of folks like us get to enjoy it. Thanks.

  3. Up to a thousand already, eh!! Good work and all that. Watch you head and don't let that icicle clobber you.

  4. Congrats on the 1000th post....and on the snowbanks. We've had so little snow here in NE Nebraska this winter that I'd kind of like to have a rip roarin' blizzard that shut everything down for a couple days.....but not have the power go out. That wouldn't be any fun at all.

  5. Congrats on 1,000 posts Bob - all classics(just like mine)!!

  6. Congrats on the number 1000! Amazing feat, now I'm looking forward to the next thousand from that fertile, warped mind of yours! :cD

  7. Good job, 1000 down and 1000 to go!

  8. WhoooHoooo! 1,000 posts! Not sure when I tuned in but I've truly enjoyed the way you write.... crap on a cracker and all!


Well, I've been getting too many spam comments showing up. Just a drag, so we'll go another route and hope that helps. So, we won't be hearing anything more from Mr. Nony Moose.
I guess I'll just have to do without that Gucci purse.