An Autumnal Interlude

I returned late last night from a three-day weekend at an undisclosed (and rustic) location in Quebec. It was more of a retreat than a conference, and there was no agenda as such. A group of like-minded “red-pilled” people simply got together at a picturesque rural venue to eat, drink, and talk.

This enjoyable occasion enabled me to make contact with people I hadn’t seen face-to-face in a long time, and I also met some folks that I’d only known previously through their videos or in email and skype exchanges. I’m a severe introvert, so meeting new people is hard, but it seemed easier when their faces were so familiar from watching Vlad’s videos.

Some of the material that was discussed over the weekend will be made public in due course, and I’ll post it when it becomes available.

It was the last gasp of summer weather in those latitudes. I hail from a southern clime, so when the sun wasn’t shining it felt quite cold by my standards. I stayed inside a lot of the time, but some of the hardier folk from Canada and Europe actually went swimming. They said the water was warmer than the air.

The temperature was 82°F (28°C) when I stepped off the plane last night in Virginia, and it felt WONDERFUL.

I came in too late to post a news feed, but I’m in the process of extracting a lot of items from the email backlog to make an extra-large news feed for tonight.

Going Where the Climate Suits my Clothes

I’ll be leaving shortly on another road trip, and will be gone for a few days. Once again some of my colleagues have volunteered to moderate comments from time to time while I’m gone. However, there will be no news feed until I get back.

This one’s more of a busman’s holiday than the last one, but it will still be something of a break.

Later, dudes and dudettes.

A Brief Interlude

I’m leaving this afternoon to visit family for a couple of days. It’s my first trip away from home since Dymphna died — in fact, I haven’t even eaten in a restaurant since then. So we’ll see how it goes.

There won’t be any news feed until after I get back. However, a couple of my colleagues have agreed to check in from time to time and moderate comments, and may possibly even put up some posts. So the blog won’t be completely idle.

See you later, alligator.

Going Mobile

I’m taking a little road trip. I’ll be gone overnight, and will be back sometime late tomorrow.

There will be no news feed tonight, but there will probably be one tomorrow night, if I get back early enough.

The weather is ugly — cold and rainy. But the car heater works well, and I have plenty of tunes for the road.

Beep beep… Over 50…

Called Away Today

The B was away all day for a family emergency, now resolved.

Since he was traveling, there won’t be a news feed tonight – there isn’t enough coffee in the house to give him the energy for that.

But if you submitted news, don’t worry: He’ll simply do a double feature tomorrow.

Heading Out

I’m going away on an overnight trip; I’ll be back sometime tomorrow evening. There won’t be any news feed tonight, but I should be back early enough to put one up tomorrow night.

As usual, y’all will be under the gracious care of Miz Dymphna while I’m gone. With only one person to moderate comments, it may take longer for your comment to appear. So please be patient.

Arrivederci!

In the Wind

I’m heading out for a couple of days. While I’m away, there will be no news feed.

It’s not a funeral this time, but rather a pleasant family event. I’ll be driving a long way to see some people I haven’t seen in a number of years.

Dymphna will be holding the fort. Y’all behave yourselves while I’m gone.

Away From My Desk

I have to go out of town for the funeral of a relative. No, it’s not the relative who was in the terrible car accident last month — he’s still in the rehab place in Richmond, slowly recovering.

This relative was a geezer, only a little older than me, so his death — although a bit early from an actuarial perspective — was not such an awful blow, just a sad occasion. I will be going down there tonight for the service and the reception tomorrow, and will be back sometime tomorrow evening.

So no news feed tonight. Mind your p’s and q’s while I’m gone — don’t throw your empty wine bottles behind the davenport, or stub out your cigarettes in the aspidistra pot.

Later.

Out of Town

I’ll be on the road and away from my desk for a couple of days. While I’m gone there will be no news feed, and posting will be light.

Dymphna’s having a lot of fatigue at the moment. She says she’ll do her best with the comments, but no promises.

Song of the Open Road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

— Walt Whitman

I’m going away overnight, despite the (slightly) wintry weather. There won’t be any news feed tonight. I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.

Allons! the road is before us!

Yikes! Is That Thor I Hear?

Or perhaps I should say “Hark, what Thunder this way comes?”

Not again!

I heard the rumble and looked at the radar. There is one tiny red storm cell just barely to the north of us. It is moving at zero knots and headed ENE – i.e., away from here and making for Washington D.C. Thus, by all that is logical it ought to be on its way.

Rats! Those background noises are increasing.

Obviously that last storm has left me wary. It could indeed rain on their parade ten miles from here and still knock out a junction box – or whatever they’re called – connected to us. I loathe these beta designs for which we are the guinea pigs (is “guinea” racist yet?) and still must pay for their experiments.

Love the rain, hate the ruin…and the Baron is away, getting the car repaired. Double rats!

But now y’all know…if our page seems to be in stasis then either we’re down or y’all have gone to bed because for sure I’m still here…

Note: Obviously I snagged this image from Vlad’s previous post on our weather. Those are some cool mammary clouds in his picture, but these are not those. I’m only seeing gloom, hearing boom!, and fearing doom. Don’t mind me…I used to like storms.

A Cater Corner* Place Holder

Not Eric Holder, thank heavens…

Just a note to let all of y’all know the Baron is away from his desk. The poor man is making the slog into town to get antibiotics for me; it will be a right good while before he returns.

I had a root canal done on a molar yesterday and early this evening the remaining tissue has swelled up something fierce. I really do look like one of those cartoons with an ice pack on my right jaw, tied with a scarf. Not nearly as amusing as those old jokes, but, hey, real life seldom is.

Many of you know how far we live from civilization. As I used to say sometimes, we’re forty miles from the nearest latte. In addition, it’s also the same amount of time from here to the only synagogue around…which was once a church. Cater-corner* from the synagogue is a Catholic church, which backs up against a library and is directly across from some lawyers’ offices. I used to call that whole configuration – synagogue, church, library and lawyers – Holy Moses. Right there you could find any kind of spiritual or legal or literary solace you needed.

But not antibiotics.

*Catty-corner is a directional word, meaning that something is diagonally across from something else.

In case y’all have a different word to indicate “diagonally across the street”, here are some selections from a site I’m too woozy to source. They come from a website called Daily Writing Tips. When the Baron returns he’ll put in the link, but meanwhile here’s the meat:

The word started out as cater-corner. Cater is an English dialect word meaning “to set or move diagonally.”

When the word cater with its meaning of “to set or move diagonally” dropped out of the language, folk etymology got busy and now we have all kinds of “cat” variants for this concept:

  • catty-cornered

  • kitty-corner

  • kitty-cornered

  • catty-corner

  • cat-a-corner
  • kitty-corner

  • kit-a-corner

I’ll bet the French idiomatic phrase for “diagonally across the street” is even more entertaining.

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The Baron left y’all reluctantly, believe me. But duty called…

…meanwhile, me icepack is slipping…