12:54 PM
We went up to the Cabin on the West Virginia border.. no email, no internet, no telephones for four days. It snowed. Fairly pleasant, actually. I did some writing (articles for magazines) and worked on a notional "what if" game putting the Yamato up against an Iowa class battleship, based upon a recent article I was reading in Naval History magazine. It was a fun time.
You can't see it, but the ridge behind the cabin is a small mountain range, and the border with West Virginia.
My assignment: Cook the turkey in this vat of boiling oil, and for God's sake, don't set this mostly wooden building on fire.
My niece, Sara, dropped by and regaled me with stories of grease burns at her current job as an assistant manager at Sheets. It's a temporary job while she's in school.
I believe the quote here is "Grease. Ya, man... can't get enough of that stuff"..
The young, they can afford to be nihilistic.
Even though they are really only good for carwash shammies, a wandering stray kitten, attracted by heat and popping grease, drops by. What the heck, any port in a storm.
ANNIE certainly seemed to take a shine to it. Or does she have an ulterior motive???
Yep, sure enough...
Hey, girls, stop that! It will only tip over the vat of boiling oil in its death agonies!! Will you stop and THINK???
Later on...
Annie says... "Cute Fried Kitten... that's goooood eating!"
Audrey contributes the food so nice, you feel it twice! Stuffed Jalapeno peppers! Mmmmm...
You cooked a WHAT??????!!!
Later on, Gar and I are bored. We visit the only affordable museum around, the Winchester Courthouse Civil War Museum. It featured buttons, buttons, buttons, buttons, shells, shells, shells, shells, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, Some wall graffiti and a few cannon.
Garrett learns to fire over open sites.
My son.. roughly cannonball sized...
To sum up rapidly, we had a great time... being restful!! We actually got around a bit and saw some things. We went down to New Market and over to Luray Caverns, which was fun, albeit pricey.
You can't see it, but the ridge behind the cabin is a small mountain range, and the border with West Virginia.
My assignment: Cook the turkey in this vat of boiling oil, and for God's sake, don't set this mostly wooden building on fire.
My niece, Sara, dropped by and regaled me with stories of grease burns at her current job as an assistant manager at Sheets. It's a temporary job while she's in school.
I believe the quote here is "Grease. Ya, man... can't get enough of that stuff"..
The young, they can afford to be nihilistic.
Even though they are really only good for carwash shammies, a wandering stray kitten, attracted by heat and popping grease, drops by. What the heck, any port in a storm.
ANNIE certainly seemed to take a shine to it. Or does she have an ulterior motive???
Yep, sure enough...
Hey, girls, stop that! It will only tip over the vat of boiling oil in its death agonies!! Will you stop and THINK???
Later on...
Annie says... "Cute Fried Kitten... that's goooood eating!"
Audrey contributes the food so nice, you feel it twice! Stuffed Jalapeno peppers! Mmmmm...
You cooked a WHAT??????!!!
Later on, Gar and I are bored. We visit the only affordable museum around, the Winchester Courthouse Civil War Museum. It featured buttons, buttons, buttons, buttons, shells, shells, shells, shells, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, Some wall graffiti and a few cannon.
Garrett learns to fire over open sites.
My son.. roughly cannonball sized...
To sum up rapidly, we had a great time... being restful!! We actually got around a bit and saw some things. We went down to New Market and over to Luray Caverns, which was fun, albeit pricey.
