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[Rigor Mortis]

About 24 years ago, I was due to attend work meetings in Dublin. My wife, daughter and son came along for the ride, stayed the night before In sister-in-law's place in the Wicklow mountains. We opened the front door the folllowing morning to a solid wall of drifted snow, floor to head jamb. Ended up we were stuck there for over a week and even then the drive down was through a couple of feet of compacted snow and ice.

I don't know why exactly they had a canoe but they did and we spent hours dragging it up the adjacent hill and tobagonning back down. My son, slight as he was at 2 years old, was practically transparent and shivering almost convulsively but still fought with all his little might to be left outside to play in the snow.

 

[Louanne Learning]

Every season has its magic, eh?

 

[CatrionaGrace]

My sense of humor about winter takes a serious drive after the middle of April.

 

[Louanne Learning]

I really love spring. I think it is my favourite season. Maybe I like the anticipation of summer better than summer itself.

 

[Link the Writer]

Yeah, I'm a fan of spring and summer myself. Fall is OK, but it's the anticipation of winter that gets carried with it.

 

[Naomasa298]

When I was a kid, I did wonder what kind of an insect a "yose mite" was.

 

[Set2Stun]

Ahh the skating talk takes me back. I'm sure I mentioned it before, but I was a pretty decent hockey player in my teens (I was shite from ages 9-11ish). I lived in the bush but there was a cross-country ski center a short drive away where they maintained an outdoor rink for the community to use for free. I thanked the owner a couple times but I didn't appreciate it all as much as I do now as an adult. Very cool that they did that for us.

I'd go out there several times a week to practice my hockey skills, and quite often we'd get more than enough people to have some scrimmage games (especially on weekends). I stayed out there too long too many times to count when it was very chilly. Oh, the pain of my toes thawing out when I got home, lemme tell ya.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

Every season has its magic, eh?

Exactly as Gilbert and Sullivan point out in the "madrigal" scene of their operetta, Ruddigore (and this is a good production - from Jerusalem, by the way):

Words are as follows:

Rose.
When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day –
Life is love in merry May!
Life is love, life is love in merry May!

Chorus:
Spring is green – fa la la la la la.
Summer's rose – fa la la la la la.

It is sad when summer goes,
Fa la la la la la!

Autumn's gold -- fa la (etc.)
Winter's grey -- fa la (etc.)

Winter still is far away,
far away -- fa la la la (etc.)

Everyone:
Leaves in autumn fade and fall,
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fa la la la la la la la la! (and so on).

Hannah:
In the spring-time seed is sown:
In the summer grass is mown:
In the autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep,
Winter is the time for sleep.

Chorus:
Spring is hope -- fa la (etc.)
Summer's joy -- fa la (etc.)
Spring and summer never cloy,
Fa la la la la la!

Autumn, toil -- fa la (etc.)
Winter, rest -- fa la (etc.)

Winter, after all is best,
After all -- fa la (etc.)

Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, aye, and winter too --
Every season has its cheer,
Life is lovely all the year!
Fa la la la la la la la la! (and so on).

 

[CatrionaGrace]

When I was a kid, I did wonder what kind of an insect a "yose mite" was.

Yose mites are sucking insects, kinda like bedbugs. They come out from California to build 5,000 square foot summer cabins, drive property taxes up, and complain about how backward everything is here.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

I think this fellow might want to have a word with you for besmirching his name, Catriona.

He's the roughest, toughest he-man-stuffest hombre that’s ever crossed the Rio Grande. An’ he ain’t no namby-pamby.

Speaking of Sam, Mel Blanc initially tried a small voice, but felt that didn’t work. One day, the actor had a fit of road rage on his way to work and was inspired to yell at the top of his voice for Sam that day. The match was perfect. That said, the character took a terrible toll on Blanc’s voice and he ended up always recording Sam’s voice last at every session so he could rest his voice overnight.

 

[Louanne Learning]

I spent most of yesterday working on a story, but I think it will be way too long for the plot I have in mind, so I am going to put that one aside for now, and start a new story today!

 

[Rath Darkblade]

I spent most of yesterday working on a story, but I think it will be way too long for the plot I have in mind, so I am going to put that one aside for now, and start a new story today!

I spent some of the weekend working on a new chapter in my WIP. Finished it, too. Word count? 6,745.

Clearly it's time to go through it with a fine-toothed comb and prune it a bit. But other than that, I'm happy to submit it to critiquing -- after I break it down into 2,000-word chunks. (I don't want to subject my critiquing partner to a submission this big, or he might just throw it back at me). ;-)

 

[Rigor Mortis]

Yesterday, our travels included a quick stop in supermarket for small few things. I passed the coffee section saying no need, I've at least one pouch at home. Got home. No pouch, only to be told our daughter had swung by the day before and, rather than the diversion to get coffee, "borrowed" the one in our press. I can't drink tea and the only coffee in the house was pouches of instant latte, sickeningly sweet.

Is there no justice in this world?

Well, maybe there is. Take-away coffee driving in to office, another since I got here and almost fully caffeinated again. A cautionary tale, none the less.

 

[DolphinEnthusiast]

Going to the cinemas tomorrow to watch Bone Temple. Just my luck it's going to be 40 degrees Celsius.

 

[Homer Potvin]

Yesterday, our travels included a quick stop in supermarket for small few things. I passed the coffee section saying no need, I've at least one pouch at home. Got home. No pouch, only to be told our daughter had swung by the day before and, rather than the diversion to get coffee, "borrowed" the one in our press. I can't drink tea and the only coffee in the house was pouches of instant latte, sickeningly sweet.

Is there no justice in this world?

Well, maybe there is. Take-away coffee driving in to office, another since I got here and almost fully caffeinated again. A cautionary tale, none the less.

Welp. You should have a coffee backup hidden from all residents and visitors at all times. Mine is in a cakebox in the basement where my wife will never find it.

 

[Rigor Mortis]

Welp. You should have a coffee backup hidden from all residents and visitors at all times. Mine is in a cakebox in the basement where my wife will never find it.

I've sometimes called my wife Columbo, mostly for the "just one more thing" when I thought I was done, but also the acute detective sensibility. Hiding the coffee would be impossible if there was someone there she thought to give it to.

On that, when my kids were in their teens, I'd sometimes hide just one bar of chocolate or whatever for a cuppa later, put it into the most unused drawer in the kitchen. My daughter would come into the room later and go straight to that drawer, find the goodie and leave with it and a smile on her face. I don't expect she had a camera in there, just instinct. Happened often enough that I discontinued the effort.

 

[CatrionaGrace]

Welp. You should have a coffee backup hidden from all residents and visitors at all times. Mine is in a cakebox in the basement where my wife will never find it.

When my daughter was a teen, she got one of those chocolate cravings only women can understand. My husband went out to his shop (separate building from the house) and brought her a partial bag of M&Ms. She looked at it, looked at him, and said, "You've been holding out on me." He said, "If I hadn't, you wouldn't have chocolate now." She said, "Fair enough," and took her medicinal chocolate to her room.

I missed a box of vanilla wafers bout the same time. I asked my son if he'd eaten them. He said, "Nah, I'll bet they're in [his sister's] secret place." Yep. They were. I asked how he knew about the secret stash. He just grinned and said he knew "everything." I didn't pursue the matter, but was glad he wasn't inclined toward blackmail as a career.

 

[Louanne Learning]

Well, I decided to eat healthy for a couple of days and just made a nice chick pea stew, with lots of celery, onion, garlic, kale, and tomatoes

 

[JLT]

I really love spring. I think it is my favourite season. Maybe I like the anticipation of summer better than summer itself.

I always think of Anna Russell's "Spring Song"

 

[CatrionaGrace]

I adore Anna Russell. Her version of Wagner's ring cycle was brilliant and saved many of us from listening to fifteen hours of Wagnerian thundering.