It’s 7 degrees and WeatherBug says it feels like -4. My most amazing stove is not able to throw off enough heat so i type this with those mittens with no fingers. And I’m fast running out of wood. I think there is a method by which one doesn’t burn 20 or more logs a day. I haven’t figured it out yet
While digging up some of that dreaded bamboo stuff, a man who seemed to know what he was talking about, told me that our magnificent maple is about to lose a huge branch directly onto the house. “Rot, you know.” Well, I didn’t know and frantically searched for the person who did things to save trees. Through no fault of my own, I found Corey the Tree Guy. Corey is my new hero. He says he will have to cut out much dead wood but the tree will be saved – for vast quantities of money – naturally. The tree will remain – come hell or high water or $1,000 plus dollars.
The Mighty Maple 2002
Arrived in Vermont to test the waters in winter. Bathed in over a foot of snow it was a glorious entry. Now for a taste of the mud. Slippery, puddly mud is splattered on every melting bit of snow it can cover. Cars, mailboxes and unprotected legs are all fair game. Brown in every possible shade is the color of Elmore Mountain Road.
I have been obsessively checking WeatherBug hoping the weather will change. And I bought two outdoor thermometers which I thought were broken as they never moved from 38ish. The latest word from WeatherBug is snow showers – whatever they are – expected Thursday. Not sure I like the word ‘shower’ connected with ‘snow’.
WALLY THE WONDER DOG
on high alert for anything on four legs
except a cow.
He’s terrified of cows.
i have purchased a pair of slippers
and a pair of rain boots
in memory of
the betsey johnson store on 72nd & amsterdam.
that extra ‘e’ in betsey is disconcerting…but correct.
i have checked.
“Bad politicians are sent to Washington by good people who don’t vote.”
William E. Simon
i desperately want my candidate to win.
i’m terrified of the other guy.
entered into the controlled chaos to cast my vote at 7am – just to make sure my vote was counted….
if i don’t get my way…….
we might have to move to canada – tho it appears that the canadians aren’t interested in impoverished old musicians & artists setting up housekeeping in their country. actually it’s quite difficult to emigrate anywhere.
is it too petty to pray that my candidate win?
the dress we didn't get
the jacket i wanted desperately
C. is going to a wedding …. in a barn in vermont somewhere. what to wear to an evening wedding in a barn?
Betsey Johnson. the sales clerks had blue & green hair, multiple tattoos were charming and sweetly helpful – as one would be to their grandmothers.
the last time C. wore a betsey johnson was more than 25 years ago.
after the typical dressingroom hubbub & flurry The Dress emerged. i wish i could find a picture of it.
and now……a week later…..Betsey Johnson has gone bankrupt.
Sitting in central park blathering on about living way past 30 and i didn’t plan on it. somehow i’ve become old. wrinkled. sagging. invisible. being invisible is the hardest of all. all the whoops & whistles are for the lithesome blonde in front of me. being invisible and not planning to live this long is an odd place to be.
my oldest friend, D., an actress & a model, loathes having her picture taken – hence the empty bench under the cherry tree where we drank coffee bewildered & befuddled & elderly.
“Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man.” ~Leon Trotsky Diary in Exile, 1935
The perils of social media – i have just spent over 4 hours trying to figure out why i can’t attach my facebook pages to Find Wally. suffice it to say i still have no idea.
i have attempted to update the yellow farmhouse page http://www.oldyellowfarmhouse.com why has everything i’ve written on the farmhouse page appeared on my personal facebook page?
the ridiculous notion has popped into my mind that i should change the background of the @Yellofarmhouse twitter account. And you can change the ‘palette’ and probably much more. Did you know there are over 4,165 backgrounds available through WordPress?
tea at the social media pit........
The most daunting social media problem – going for perfection. Perfection means i will spend 4 more hours looking at backgrounds.
I have fallen into the Social Media Pit – too much information, too many choices and impossible instructions.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”