…as we would say in New York. I’m not normally so casual about the electoral process, but every single evening for the past two weeks, I’ve been fielding telephone calls from both sides trying to solicit my vote, and it’s getting old. I have a standard line for both of them: I don’t like the [...]
Archive for September, 2008
Election, Shmelection…
Posted in Uncategorized on September 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The WHAT Initiative?!?!
Posted in domestic domovaya, home on September 20, 2008 | 6 Comments »
For some 30 years now, I’ve been mail-ordering from a little gem called the Vermont Country Store. They sell things it’s hard to find anywhere else, like nightshirts and aprons and shirtwaist dresses and clotheslines.
The most recent issue of their catalogue began with a note from the store owner, Lyman Ortman (fifth-generation Vermonter) about something [...]
Well, That Was Interesting…
Posted in Falling Apart at the Seams, Health and Its Absurdities on September 14, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I guess I should have written a post before attempting to insert the photo, but anyway, my last post shows this project halfway done. I’m very happy with it, though I’d be happier if I’d been able to do anything more this week. However, Life doesn’t work that way — poor old Dad fell on [...]
Progress on Maryland Mountain Express
Posted in Uncategorized on September 14, 2008 | 3 Comments »
As of September 7, 2008 – Halfway done!
The Death Room
Posted in Falling Apart at the Seams, Health and Its Absurdities, spiritual warfare on September 6, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I’ve been reflecting, between yesterday and today, that one year ago I curled up for a nap in the Morris chair, and woke up four hours later freezing cold on a bright summery day with a high of 75F. A trip to the emergency room resulted in my being admitted, and one year ago today, [...]
Jordanville Recap
Posted in Church Life, Music, Orthodox Christianity, spiritual warfare on September 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have been awake since midnight, and up since 2:30. It’s now 4:12 am. I am convinced that the blogosphere was invented by little old ladies with insomnia, and it got hijacked by everyone else.
Jordanville. It was strange this year. I do think that the sense of strangeness stemmed from the loss of [...]
