The “liquifactor” in this picture looks suspiciously like my now-defunct oil burner and hot water furnace system. And given the difficulty our oil burner service expects to have in finding a replacement motor within the next couple of weeks, may be of the same vintage. I believe the space just in front of our kitchen sink — where I washed my hair in boiled water and sponge-bathed — reached a temperature well below the 37 degrees registered today in Vartok, Antartica. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Time to join the health club … my New Year’s Resolutions should have included: Take a warm shower.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,Thou art not so unkindAs man’s ingratitude.Thy tooth is not so keen,Because thou art not seen,Although thy breath be rude.Hey-ho, sing hey-ho, unto the green holly.Most friendship is feigning, most loving, mere folly.Then hey-ho, the holly;This life is most jolly.Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,That dost not bite so nighAs benefits forgot.Though thou the waters warp,Thy sting is not so sharpAs friend remembered not.Hey-ho, sing hey-ho, unto the green holly.Most friendship is feigning, most loving, mere folly.Then hey-ho, the holly;This life is most jolly.~ from Shakespeare’s As You Like It
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I suppose it would be crass to point out that it is a balmy 46 degrees at 11:00pm EST in Richmond? I’m enjoying your sight. - Doug
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Cruel, Mister Softy, very cruel.
Brrrr. By the way, I tried very hard to drill into the little B-B twins that they should be referring to Claire’s daddy as “Mister Softy”, but not sure it “took.”
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With time, for irony or wisdom to light their lobes with awareness of that silly uncle. I want to write a song to that As You Like It excerpt. Just need to isolate the boxed up recording equipment from the genealogy research and find a suitable brush to take the rust off the g’tar strings. “Blow blow…..”
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Do it and I’ll podcast it!! Hmmm, maybe it’s time to dust off ye olde Ron & Nancy recordings …