Archive | November, 2015

Why I Love My Husband

15 Nov

The Squire was rummaging in the back room, and then came out and poked around in the refrigerator

“We don’t have any onions for supper.”

It sometimes happens that things in our fridge migrate from one place to another, so I took a look. I reached into the cheese drawer (don’t ask) and turned to him. “Will this do?”

“Ah! The Shallot of the Lady!”

And he headed for the cutting board.

Never Try to Talk to a Politician

11 Nov

Last week, Fr. M asked if The Squire and I would be willing to meet with the local county councilman and another gentleman to discuss the possibility of there having been a Revolutionary era fort at the far end of Joppatowne. No problem. We didn’t think there had been, but we were willing to ride out to the site with them and take a look.  Joppatowne had been pretty much deserted by 1770, but what the heck.

We were met at the church at 1:30 today by Mike, the councilman, Barbara, another county executive, and the original gentleman (hereafter known as OG), whose man I never did catch. OG said that a fleet of about 300 British ships sailed up the Chesapeake, and were met by a barrage of cannon fire from a fort at Foster’s Point. Under normal circumstances, the military allowed one cannon per so many soldiers, so the amount of firepower suggested a lot more men in the fort than there actually were. The British, being pretty smart, turned around and sailed away.

I had never heard of this battle, such as it was, but I do know that two men, Heathcoat Pickett and John Paul, were arrested and convicted of “giving comfort” to the enemy by selling flour from their gristmill to the British, so this makes sense. Why else would the British be here, but looking for a fight? Paul managed to escape, and lived out the Revolution in a cave, being provided food by his family. Pickett was hanged the next morning.

The cannon had been borrowed from, and returned to, Havre de Grace.

So, while I was on the phone trying to track down the church records (which would have also been the civil records) from that time period – on microfilm in Annapolis – the two folks from the county government, OG, and The Squire had settled themselves in the office, and got to talking Harford county politics. We do not live in Harford County, but it was really interesting listening to them. One point that Mike brought up was this business of non-permeable land. Right now, if a contractor wants to put up a building, a certain portion of the land must be in grass and trees. We have two empty shopping centres up the road, and his attitude is “do what you wish, but don’t make it any worse”. Repave the broken parking lot, put a new building on the old footprint, and we’re no worse off than we were, and we haven’t destroyed any more open land.  Dear Heaven, the man makes sense!

One thing the OG said that really caught my attention was a remark about people who sit on the county council, show up month after month, and never say or do anything. “If you are on the council, you should have a project. Pick out something you want to do, and present a report every month. Don’t just show up.” Sounds like a good motto for a vestry meeting.

After an hour of listening to the three of them discuss the future of Joppatowne, The Squire and I finally broke up the meeting and came home. When we left, they were still on the parking lot, planning a wonderful future for our little burg.

And we never did get to see the fort.

It’s Official

10 Nov

My head really is screwed on properly.

We went up yesterday morning and had X-rays made of my neck, and as far as I can tell, all is well. The washer that replaced the crushed disc  is clearly visible, and so is the plate that holds it all together.  The side view gives you a good look at my jaw; I quite obviously grew up before fluoride. What a metal mouth! I see the surgeon on Thursday morning, and that should be that.

Blazer and I went over to knitting last night – first time I’ve been out alone since the end of September.  The Cub Scouts meet in the hall while we meet in the office, and Blazer spent most of his time hangin’ out with the boys. He is such an attention hound! A good ear wiggle from every man, woman, and child in the room, and then he came into the office for some more loving and some dog treats. Are we spoiled? Oh, no, not us!

A young lady from church came over this morning to talk with me about planning her wedding next September. She is an orphan, and has sort of adopted The Squire and me as surrogate parents. She’s had a dreadful life, and if anybody deserves a bit of “happily ever after” it is her.  Working with her on this wedding is a strain, as she wants it all, and we have very different tastes and ideas. Every colour in the rainbow, fruit, flowers, ribbons – and that’s just the cake! She did select a very pretty wedding dress, quite restrained, actually, but for the two flower girls she is thinking lilac dresses with turquoise sashes. And lime green flowers.

I told her it was going to resemble Nanny McPhee, and she shivered with delight. “I know! Wasn’t that beautiful?”

Just keep repeating, “It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding.”

Oy.

We Need a New Criteria

5 Nov

So, Ben Carson think the Affordable Care Act is the worst thing to happen to America since slavery and/or the attacks on 9/11. He hasn’t voiced an opinion on the seriousness of either World War, but he has said the Jews didn’t try hard enough where Hitler was concerned. Being in prison will make you gay, and evolution is a myth.

And now, it has come to light that he is convinced the pyramids were not built by the pharaohs as tombs, but by Joseph for grain storage during the Seven Fat Years.  This would naturally have come as a shock to Howard Carter (as well as many other archaeologists) who didn’t find a bit of grain in King Tut’s tomb.

I think it is time to reconsider the term “brain surgeon” as the epitome of intelligence.

Try to Act Surprised, Part Two

3 Nov

I mentioned in late October that The Squire and I had just finished the latest book in David Weber’s Safehold series. Since the first book was published in 2007, I thought I’d go to the library and start over from the beginning, reading the series from start to finish without a one year break between them.

The library no longer carries the actual books. Everything is audio, now. Well, rats.

So, I went off to Abebooks and ordered the first four in the series. Off Armageddon Reef, By Schisms Rent Asunder, By Heresies Distressed, and A Mighty Fortress. They arrived yesterday. Heresies is the shortest book, with 618 pages, and Fortress is the longest, just shy of 1,100 pages.

These will be his Christmas gift, if I can keep them out of his hands until then. He probably won’t come up for air until mid-March.

Try to act surprised.