Showing posts with label Wild WV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild WV. Show all posts

Scenic Scene

Posted on 12/19/2011 08:29:00 AM In:
We drive past this tree five or six times a year and I have never passed it without thinking of The Shawshank Redemption.


Andy: Red. If you ever get out of here, do me a favor.

Red: Sure, Andy. Anything.

Andy: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?

Red: Well, there's... there's a lot of hayfields up there.

Andy: One in particular. It's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever get out... find that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have.


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How to Pick Out a Christmas Tree

Posted on 12/17/2011 07:20:00 PM In:
In sixteen easy steps.

Step 1.  Drive to another state. Because clearly, there are no acceptable trees in the state in which you live.  Why bother looking?

Step 2. Walk around in forest for approximately an hour, scrutinizing each and every available tree.

Step 3.  Stop in thicket to allow children to pee on the ground because after each of the nine times you asked them if they needed to go to the bathroom when you were near civilization, they said, "No."


Step 4. Walk around some more.

Step 5.  Lament the fact that the farm owners haven't tended to the Christmas tree section much this year and it is very overgrown.


Step 6. Remember that you are only paying $25 for any tree you pick and continue looking.

Step 7.  Lament the fact that you don't have cathedral ceilings in your house.


Step 8. Consider buying a tree and leaving it at a friend's house because she has space.

Step 9. Settle on a tree.  It's too big, but at least you don't need a flatbed trailer to get it home. 

Step 10. Pose in front of tree before it's been slaughtered.


Step 11. Leave the tree-cutting-down duties to husband, who really, really enjoys lying on the ground.  Watch him cut.... 


and cut... 


and curse... 



and cut.


Step 12. Lose interest in tree and instead focus on how you're gonna get this nest you found back to the birds.


Step 13. Six years later, when tree finally comes down, yell "Tiiiiiimbeeeerrrr!"  Admire stump.


Step 14. Drag tree back to cart, which you've left a half mile away.


Step 15. Bag tree for travel. Bring a friend to help.


Step 16.  Bring home and decorate.  Enjoy.



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Minutiae

Posted on 10/04/2010 06:42:00 PM In: ,
I'm still buried up to my neck in work work work and pretty much generally hating life. I've always been a good multi-tasker, but either I'm getting old, have way too many things to do, or this project has fried too many of my brain cells because I can't seem to think a coherent thought through to its conclusion even when all reasonable logic dictates it should be possible. The truth is it's not really worth focusing too much energy on because most of my conversations and interactions end up interrupted by family, coworkers or the next conference call. I can't help but think that if I just had fifteen minutes uninterrupted time, I could accomplish a veritable plethora of good. Maybe this is why President Obama hasn't achieved all he intended to do in the first two years of his presidency. Looking to finally achieve peace in the Middle East? All you have to do is... woops, there's another conference call, gotta go. Here's a smattering of thoughts to tide you over until I feel I can wax poetic again (assuming I ever did).

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In the news: A Colorado man pleaded not guilty to shooting at a police officer because of insanity -- he says he thought the cop was a zombie, according to this report. If this report had not said "Colorado man" and if I hadn't known for sure that my husband was not anywhere near Colorado in the past year, I would have scanned down to make sure his name didn't appear in the article. For a grown man with a college degree who claims to have a scientific mind, he spends an inordinate amount of time thinking about zombie attacks.

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The Caterpillar has taken to referring to me as "Fredly." I have no explanation for this.

Me: "I'm 'Momma.'"

C: "No, you're 'Fredly.'"


Dormouse: "Do you mean she's friendly?"

C: "NO! FREDLY!"

Me: "OK, whatever, hun."


C: "OK, Fredly."


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The Dormouse spent three days last week complaining of an ear ache and I kept putting her off because I knew her yearly checkup was approaching. If I schedule their yearly checkups even one day before their birthday (and hers is this week), insurance won't pay. I didn't want to go in for an office visit on Friday and then have to come back five days later for the yearly checkup forms that the school requires and have to pay yet another office visit. Finally, on Friday night (note: after office hours), her complaints reached my two-sizes-too-small Grinchy heart and I took her seriously. I was able to get a flashlight shine far enough down her ear canal enough to see that she had an impacted ear canal (either that or it was an animal from a science fiction movie living in her ear) and subsequently flush out a giant ball of ear wax amidst her screams and protestations. It's ironic, because just last week someone contacted me and offered to send me a free package of these things in exchange for a review on my blog and I ignored the email because, honestly, I thought it was a silly product and couldn't really think of an instance where I'd ever use that. Guess who was in CVS buying them Friday night at about 8:00 pm?

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I'd already purchased all the gifts I intended to procure for The Dormouse's upcoming birthday celebration (hint: it makes a great $20 gift) when The KoH decided to tell her about Stawberry Shortcake dolls. Then he told her that they smell like strawberries and it was All. Over. Pillow Pets have now been demoted to one-step-below-Strawberry-scented-dolls. Anyone interested in a fluffy unicorn?
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Twice a year, our church holds a general conference which is broadcast on certain cable channels, over the internet, and on closed circuit tv at many church buildings. Regular services at regular chapels aren't held on these two days. Since we have a cable channel that carries it, we choose to stay home, wear our pajamas, and watch it on TV in our living room rather than dress up in our Sunday best, drive half way across town, and watch it on TV in the church building. The KingofHearts calls the Sundays we do this, "TV church." Sometimes we cheat and record TV Church, so we can go out of town.

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We went to West Virginia on Sunday to visit with some friends and go pumpkin picking. We used the GPS feature on my fancy-schmancy smarty phone to navigate, since we almost always get ourselves lost when we go out there, but there's a new highway out there that apparently doesn't yet appear on the maps, so the navigation system on my phone showed us driving through lakes and forests. I felt like Michael Scott.

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Picking pumpkins might be tough work, but it's made easier when you have an older sister to help you out.


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Almost Heaven

Posted on 9/14/2010 07:02:00 AM In:
We have some friends who just built a second home in the mountaintops of West Virginia and they invited us out last weekend to see the finished house. The weather was sublime and enough to sell me on the state entirely, though I know the winters are pretty unforgiving up there on that mountaintop.

Here's the view I had from the hammock I was sleeping in:


Maybe I should amend that to the hammock I was trying to sleep in, at least until eight bony elbows and knees decided they needed to share my peacefullness with me.

Right now they just use this place as a weekend getaway, but it's their plan that when they retire, they'll sell their property here and move there permanently. Taxes are cheaper, the cost of living is cheaper, traffic is almost non-existent, there's a nice community of people (though you wouldn't know it because they have several acres you can't even see the neighbors' lights from their house at night), it's quiet and gorgeous. It's so beautiful out there and all I could think was how smart they are to have made this investment now in their lives and how I'm going to have to be approximately one hundred and thirty-three before I can even consider retiring. Let's just say I had to work a little to hide my envy.

The girls had other concerns, which revolved mainly around the tree swing they had on their property,


and collecting enough acorns to last the winter.


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And a Haunted Halloween to You

Posted on 10/31/2009 05:23:00 AM In:
Every year when we go to the pumpkin patch, we drive through Charles Town, West Virginia past this house. This is what our house would look like each year if The KingofHearts had unlimited money... and I was dead. Since he's sure to die before me (*ahem* not that I'm planning anything), we drive up here and he lives vicariously through these people.












Special bonus Halloween message, because I been unable to find an appropriate place to stick this before now. Early in the season, The KoH brought home a Halloween decoration in the form of a skeleton head in a lantern. When you push a button, it's says in an eerie, echo-y voice, "Wha ha ha ha." After The Caterpillar's initial trepidation, she warmed up and began referring to it as the "wha ha ha."

As in: "Momma, turn ona wha ha ha?"

"Where wha ha ha?"

"I love you, wha ha ha!"


Somewhere after that, she learned that ghosts are really just people with sheets over their heads and began grabbing a blanket, throwing it over her head and saying, "Imahaha!"

So a skeleton is a "wha ha ha" and a ghost is a "ha ha" in our house.


I desperately want to remember these times, because I know very soon she will be referring to them as skeletons and ghosts and that will be a very sad day, indeed.

Here's she is trying to scare The KoH out of reading his book.



And lastly, if you don't celebrate Halloween because it's "the Devil's birthday" like some of the kids in The Dormouse's class, but prefer instead to attend a "Harvest Festival," like the one the had at The Dormouse's school this week because "Halloween" is just too offensive, consider this:


On an Evangelical church near my home: HARVEST FESTIVAL TRUNK OR TREAT OCTOBER 31. “Trunk or treat” I can understand. Some Mormon congregations do this too. It’s a way to suck all the fun out of trick-or-treating by handing out candy in a church parking lot from a row of car trunks. But “Harvest festival”? Uh, for the last time, people: Halloween is the eve of All Saints’ Day, part of the Christian liturgical calendar! “Harvest Festival” would be the pagan holiday! Not the other way around! This would be like a church replacing “Christmas Eve” with “Yule Festival” because some overzealous Sunday regular is anti-Santa. Okay, pastor, I get that you have some nuts in your congregation telling you that Halloween is all about the worship of Satan and his bastard stepchild Harry Potter. I don’t care. It’s time to man up to the weirdos.

Thanks to Ken Jennings for this bit of brilliance

Enjoy it - whatever you celebrate.
From Alice, The Caterpillar, The KingofHearts and The Dormouse

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A Good Pumpkin Farmer is Out Standing in Her Field

Posted on 10/30/2009 05:38:00 AM In:
My grandfather, who will be one hundred years old next month, told me this when I was about eight and I asked him what a pun was: "A good farmer is out standing in his field." I don't know why, but I've never forgotten it and every time we go to West Virginia to go pumpkin picking, this keeps running through my mind.



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National Treasure

Posted on 12/26/2008 06:43:00 AM In: ,

This is The KingofHearts dragging our Christmas tree back to the car a few weeks ago. We went to our favorite place to cut our own tree again this year. Only it was colder than a witch's... elbow... that day and we spent all of five minutes picking it out.

"Which one do you like?"

"How about that one?"

"Do you like that one better?"

"Who cares, just get a tree and let's go."

"Quick take a picture."

"No time for that; just cut it down and get back in the car - I'll meet you there."
*heads back to the car with children*

It seemed a little anti-climactic to drive all the way to West Virginia for a tree that we took two minutes choosing, two minutes cutting down and then ran back to the warmth of t
he car, but it ended up being one of the nicest looking trees we've ever had once we got it in the house. Maybe we should employ that method every year.

I realize that these giant public trees have to be over the top, but I don't understand wh
y every year the National Christmas tree looks like such a pathetic mess. OK, I get that it's being decorated to look best at nighttime (although it's not that much better at night), but even so, don't you think they could put just a little more effort forth than covering the entire thing with a web of lights and obscuring any natural tree shape that ever existed? It might as well be an aluminum cone.


This tree at the National Harbor, on the other hand, is almost as large, looks great at night AND during the day. Sure, it's a little too perfect... but it kinda sorta looks like... you know... a tree... with branches and decorations instead of captured dejected spirit of a tree wearing a straight jacket.


Ours is a damn sight smaller, but I like it better than both of them. First of all, it looks like it's burning from the inside out.


Do you like our tree topper/ceiling fan? Personally, I think it's rather fetching. It's like a giant star. Maybe next year I'll cover it with aluminum foil and string lights on the blades.

Playing Fun With Long Exposures.

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