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Just Nodding My Head Wisely

This is for Cop Car* (she being an old ex Engineer**) - Why Engineers Don't Write Recipes.

Take a guess first before looking at the answer.

* I'm not just picking on my mother, almost every Engineer I've ever worked with would have written it this way (that's why there are Documentation Specialists / Technical Writers to put it in English!).

** Alright, I know she didn't lose her abilities once she retired, so technically I suppose she is still an Engineer.

Cat and Mouse

A little while ago, I called Tory and Shadow in from the cool and the rain. Tory came running from underneath the deck - pounding up the stairs and dashing in the door. Shadow didn't show up, but he will later.

Tory came in and stopped near the fridge. Missy got curious and rushed at the cat, startling Tory, who immediately dropped the mouse he was carrying. Missy started to dive for the mouse, but my sharp "Leave it." stopped her.

The mouse froze while Missy was going for it, leading me to believe it was dead. In the meantime, Tory backed up out of Missy's way, so he wasn't too close to it. As soon as Missy obeyed me and "left it" (literally moving away from it), the mouse scurried under the fridge.

Somehow I have a cat who is now confused and thinks he is supposed to rescue mice from the cold and wet and bring them into the warm and dry house. Either that or he has decided he doesn't get enough exercise while we are sleeping at night and brought in his own exercise equipment.

Oh, and Tory lost interest and went back outside, so now Missy is holding vigil (but not very vigilantly as the mouse is now under the drawer stand between the slider and kitchen table).

Stupid cat!

Another Opinion

Buffy's sis has joined the Blogoshpere. Intrigue already - I like it!

Weekend of Work

Geeze, what can I say about our weekend except that it was, once again, a working weekend. We had nice weather, so that was some compensation.

WS has finished filling in the trench behind the back wall to the house with stone. It was a monumental effort to both dig and fill in the trench as it was under the deck. He couldn't stand up straight until the trench was a couple feet deep. Then to fill in the trench, he had to shovel stone into a wheelbarrow then dump it in the chasm. That worked well for the ends of the trench, which were to the edge of the deck, but not for the middles.

After all was said and done, we had a bunch of stone left over so he decided to dig out under the front porch/stairs and put in about a foot of stone to keep out the weeds. Then, he had to move the pile of stone that was left - I'm not exactly sure where he took it (he may have used it to fill in hollows to smooth out the snowmobile trail), but it was a lot of work to move it!

Me, I did inside work on Saturday, and part of Sunday. Sunday afternoon I worked on stacking wood some more. I am happy to say that it looks as if I only have abut 3 more hours of work left to finish up. As long as it doesn't rain all next weekend, I should be able to complete that project. Next time I have to stack wood, I am going to make WS put up sides to the pallets so I don't have to create free-standing piles (approximately 7' tall by 5' wide by 10' long - 3 of them). That would certainly save my loads of time.. Although, I must admit that when Jimmy said "Those are good stacks, done exactly the way they should be, straight up and down - no leaning." I did feel pretty good about the job I had done. They are pretty solid, so they shouldn't fall down on anyone anyway.

So, about the only thing left is take care of leaves. That should only take a couple of full weekends - LOL!

Jazzy Exhibition

It took Jazz little effort to soar across a bluff, edged with trees. She had found a tree, and watched as the hunting dog pointed dutifully, his paw raised, signaling a bird no more than twenty feet from a crowd of people watching just as intently.

I was sorry to have missed the exhibition, especially since it involved Deering's own Nancy Cowen, who sometimes walks her birds of prey down our street.

Wash Day

What has 14 washing machines and 18 dryers and wheels under it and was seen heading out onto Routes 202/9 in Henniker last Friday at 6:14 p.m.?

The traveling laundromat and it is headed for New Orleans.

Aligators Gone Wild

Bet you wouldn't believe that aligators can fall prey to dogs, since it usually the other way around. Guess those pups lost a relative and just had to have their revenge!

Ya Think?

You are a Social Liberal (66% permissive) and an... Economic Conservative (76% permissive) You are best described as a: Libertarian Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Thanks to Drumwaster for giving me something to waste my time on!

Brain Suckage

WS and I had a discussion on stupidity the other day. I had said something really stupid, realized it right as WS started making fun of me, and told him that I lost my brains before I left work.

He, being ever gracious, said, "I understand, I was stupid at work all day today too. Must be something in the air.

To which I replied, "No, you don't understand, They suck my brains out at work everyday and leave me none to come home with. They do this by coming to me with the most inane questions or stuff that isn't in my area - and expect an answer beside 'I don't know but So-and-So does.'"

"For example, this morning my boss started out the day by asking me where the extra caps for the cleanroom were kept. Now, how in the hell am I supposed to know? I don't go in the cleanroom that often, so it's not really something I worry about. So, I had to go ask someone where they were at, get the box, then inform the appropriate person that I had taken the last box from stock - all because my boss thought the Documentation person was the person to ask such a question, not the Cleanroom Superviser."

Then, wouldn't you know it, the next day I read on Buffy's blog about her angst at not being able to remember great ideas or wordings that she has thought of when she sits down to the computer. It just seemed so right to reiterate my assertion that

They suck my brains out at work!

Mystery Pecan Pie

I love pecan pie. I look forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas, for those are the Holidays that pecan pie makes its appearance. Oh sure, at some places it is available year-round, but nice warm pecan pie just doesn't do it for me in July.

Pecan pie, is great except for one thing; after about 4 bites, the sickly sweetness starts to get to me. Then I found a recipe that sounded like it would avoid that problem, and I had a friend willing to make the recipe for me (hey, I was giving her ideas for deserts to make for a restaurant she works at, the least she could do was make me a pie).

So, from the 1990 edition of The Pillsury Bake-Off Cookbook comes Mary McClain's (of Arkansas) Mystery Pecan Pie