Word From The Weeds

 

I'm up in the Pennsylvania mountains where there's nothing but dial-up...powered by one thin elderly hamster on a ricketty wheel. Since April 27, I've been paying for broadband courtesy of Dish Network. However, of course, there's no service.  I called the 800-number and was told that I have service.   

After I finished sharing my actual opinion of this notion, I was told that I've got to wait until sometime next week, or whenever there's peace in the Middle East...whichever comes last.  That's when a service technician will appear. Under the circumstances I'm unmotivated to blog. It took me an hour and a half to simply check e-mail. I have a crick in my neck and a heart seething with resentment over this appalling no-service service.

Perhaps you're saying, "What a whiner."

Uh-huh.  All I can say is, try it.  Just see if it's possible for you to communicate via internet under similar conditions.

So, what else is new?  Yesterday we all sat and watched as a garter snake slooooooowly swallowed a big fat frog. The frog fought all the way down that snake's throat.  Lydia told the kids, "This is an example of someone taking on the impossible and succeeding."  The snake was very small.The frog was not.

Last night as Lydia let Leroy, their Boston Terrier, out for his final potty break, Leroy met a skunk and was liberally sprayed in the face.  This meant that Leroy had a late-night bath in V-8 juice.  Did that work?  Sort of.

Day before yesterday Lydia and the kids, out for a sixteen-mile bike ride on Western Pennsylvania's beautiful paved trails, ran into a bear.  Ulp. Scary moment. Right behind them on the trail, a couple of tourists who also saw the bear were gasping and choking and saying over and over how amazing and frightening it is to see the real thing outside of a zoo.

The temp here is 64 degrees this Sunday afternoon.  Very chilly at night. We sleep under piles of quilts, wake up to breakfast in front of a roaring fire in the living room fireplace. T-bone and Porque Choppe do a lot of shivering.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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