Final update: Wednesday’s locations have been added to the bottom of this post.
This was the “sticky” autumn fundraiser post. It was originally published on November 17 and was on top for a week.
Scroll down to see items that have been posted since this post went up. So far today it’s been Geert Wilders’ magnificent final statement in his trial. I hope that one goes viral.
Also, Bazzam came back this evening, but this time he spelled his name “Bassam”. Y’all may want to have discussions with him in the comments, but please be civil. He says he’s not a troll.
Tuesday’s update
(Last update before bedtime — the list of Tuesday’s locations is now at the bottom of this post.)
I’m posting tonight’s update a little early in order to share the words of a commenter named Bazzam, who said:
Sounds all bull to get more tips in the jar.
We all have health issues. You use it to milk your readers.
Ducks an hens
If you’re interested, Dymphna’s response is here.
Dymphna and I want to take a quick poll: Do you think we’re using her health issues to milk our readers? Please let us know. And don’t hesitate to give us your unvarnished opinion — we’re grownups; we can take it.
Also: does anyone know what “Ducks an hens” means? It looks like Cockney or Strine rhyming slang to me. Remember: if it’s slang for something obscene, don’t give us the exact meaning — be creative in your euphemism.
Also: Many thanks to WRSA for sending readers over here. Welcome, firearms enthusiasts!
There will be another update after midnight.
Tuesday’s update from Dymphna
The Baron neglected to tell you the story of that picture. It’s our driveway, about a third of a mile from there to the state road. It was originally a horse-and-cart or mule-and-cart road leading up from the creek, which is another half-mile in the other direction. That part of the road (behind our house. This photo shows where it resumes in front of us) is overgrown now. But they both have existed since at least the end of the Civil War, when freed blacks had a small gathering of houses around the creek. As people prospered and moved on, the cabins they left behind gradually returned to the soil. You can see shallow, hand-dug wells here and there in the woods which grew up to cover the remains.
During the winter the Baron gets his exercise by keeping the road in repair. He hauls wheelbarrow loads of gravel to the potholes left by the UPS truck and other heavy vehicles; or he digs out the drains he set up in the low places many years ago. Those channels allow water to escape down into the draw where the clearance for the electric line was made. The driveway looks like a dirt track but that path is Virginia clay underneath with decades of slate gravel laid over it. In various places on the road you can see large river rocks: someone from generations ago hauled the smoothed stones here to this plateau, coming up from the river a few miles away and steeply downhill from here.
That road is the place where I walk when I can. One year a red-tailed hawk used to fly ahead of me whenever I ventured out. Maybe he thought I could lead him to some voles or rabbits?
There is a stand of wood pears on the right, just past that bend. It didn’t fruit this year (an inopportune frost killed the peaches and the Bartletts, too), but when it does bear we are blessed with lots of spherical-shaped, medium-size “pears” – a bit gritty but with a wonderful flavor. I wonder if they’re Asian pears that escaped cultivation? Unlike real pears, you don’t pick them early and let them ripen in the house. Instead, they hang on the tree and fall when almost fully ripe, usually in late October. If you’re made of stern stuff and can hold off eating them, let them ripen in the refrigerator until they’re a deep golden color. Nectar on a stem!
Box turtle eating a wood pear
I love that road. Walking its length I contemplate those who came before, their immense (to me) labors in hauling river rock up here to fill some large declivities near where another path (now disused and barely discernable unless it snows) used to branch off. We are but two people in a long line of human beings who have walked here – and will continue to do so when we’re gone. I hope they tend it as carefully as the Baron has.
— D
NOTE:
We are nearing the end of the autumn fundraiser. This post has been “sticky” since last Thursday. Scroll down to see items that have been put up since then.
Late this afternoon and this evening I neglected the work I really should have been doing while I read Trump-related news and watched Trump-related videos. I have to keep pinching myself — how could this stuff actually be happening?
Tonight Donald Trump told the elite effete nattering nabobs of the bicoastal MSM to f*** off and die!
This kind of news is not good for people of my advanced age. It’s too exciting — I might bust a gall bladder or something while reading it.
Mr. Trump has taken hold of the political establishment and is shaking it until its back teeth rattle.
I love it.
Concerning Dymphna’s condition since her fall a week ago: she woke up feeling much better this morning, and had a good day today (yesterday, really — Monday). The pain under her ribs is much reduced. She decided not to go to the doctor, but to have a phone consultation instead. She’ll let you know more about that later.
Yesterday’s donor locations have been appended to the bottom of this post. We got a gift from someone in Western Australia for the first time since I wrote my new software.
The response of our readers has been very encouraging. Many thanks to everyone who made the tip cup clink!
Monday’s update
Dymphna’s pains from her fall have been migrating in a disconcerting fashion. She says that the most painful area, which was originally associated with the place where her ribs impacted with the floor, has moved around several times, and has finally settled in its current spot, under her ribs in the upper right quadrant of her abdomen. The only way she can get comfortable is to lie down with a heating pad on that spot. Then she says she feels OK.
I’ll be taking her back to the doctor tomorrow, if she can get an appointment. She doesn’t want an X-ray, but she says she needs medical advice.
The fundraiser is still ticking along at a gratifying rate. Many thanks to all of you generous folks out there. I believe yesterday was the first time we’ve ever had a donor from Lithuania — scroll down to the bottom of this post for the full list of donor locations.
Sunday’s Update
A brief word about Melania Trump — I can’t remember whether there was an item in the news feed about it, but as you all know, one or more famous Paris couturiers have refused to design any clothes for First-Lady-in-waiting Melania Trump. They are calling for a boycott of Mrs. Trump by their fellow couturiers.
I think it’s safe to say that most American men would support this action. They’re willing to accept that Mrs. Trump may have to go unclothed for the sake of social justice.
Thank you all for your continuing support! The response to our drive for donations has been phenomenal, especially considering that we haven’t been able to do a full essay for each day of the fundraiser.
Dymphna is recovering from her recent misfortunes, but some of the painful areas seem to have become discontented with their surroundings and migrated to new locations. So she’s still hurting…
The breakdown of locations (for donors, not Dymphna’s pains) is at the bottom of this post. My newly-written software was able to recognize Newfoundland and add it to the list of donor locations coming from the Frozen North.
Also: I’m not sure, but I think this may be the first time we’ve ever had a gift from Singapore.
Saturday’s update
Dymphna is still on the mend. She says she appreciates all the prayers and good wishes that readers have been sending her ways.
As we move into Day Three, the fundraising is going well. A lot of our “old regulars” have showed up, and we really appreciate the repeated generosity.
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