When it rains it pains and I curse a lot. But we need it. It's been dangerously dry this Spring, with Fire Hazard warnings all the time. My front garden is responding happily, the bleeding hearts standing lazily and the hostas swirling up in a cluster of healthy green and white. It seems that only one of the rose bushes died in the flood. A small blessing, there. I love my roses. I'll need to replace that one.
Seems the wind knosked my phone out yesterday. I was working on Gimp's Guide and didn't notice til I looked up at 9 p.m. and realized it hadn't rung in hours and hours. I checked it, it was dead. But I checked again this morning and it was back. When we drove down to CT I saw the damage- still not cleared- that Irene's winds had done to the trees in the highway meridians in Massachusetts. Big trees snapped or ripped down the middle. A grim reminder of what we lived through last summer and fall.
There have been rumors and talk about the Shire being torn down in 3 years. So far I haven't gotten a straight answer from anyone, but I need to make a key phone call and get the scoop. Maybe I'll get to that today. The Town officials have wanted this land to sell for a long time. And as usual in this pig country, money gets what it wants.
Today being May Day, there are many Occupy and Labor protests going on
The livestreams are here
The Door Is Ajar.
4 days ago