My wife Star Witch

My wife has kept me grounded for thirty-five years.  We still hold hands at night in bed as we fall asleep. 

She is Wicca or Pagan and celebrates the seasons.  Her favorite season of the year is Halloween. 

She has a broom that was made by an artisan in Appalachia Tennessee; it has a handle of sassafras and she always decorates it to the season.

 We have two cats, but the young (Kliban) Coon cat is definitely her familiar.

I was a hard case, on the highway to hell when she agreed to come with me – and I have never understood why. 

We have lived in a remote farmhouse with no plumbing, water or electricity while we attended college; we have traveled to Alaska twice, for a total of eleven years teaching school in the remote Indian and Eskimo villages; 

we have shared multiple-lifetimes of adventures during our time together; and I can truly say that the thirty-five years I have been with her is the only quality time of my 70++ years.

And if there were eternity

I’d love her there again

the Ol’Buzzard

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

My wife practices Wicca – I call her a witch.  

She always tells me to be careful what you wish for; because wishes are open ended and you never know what will come along with your desired.

Yesterday I was looking forward to the forecast blizzard.  I love a snow storm and the new white snow that seems to cleanse the earth. 

It snowed all day yesterday and last night was a whiteout.  This morning when I got up and looked out the window… I couldn’t find our car.

We had received well over two feet of snow.   

The snow was so deep it was higher than the intake mouth of my snow blower.    I had to break the snow up with a snow shovel before trying to move it with the snow blower.  In other words, I had to shovel the drive (about forty yards) before I could snow blow the driveway.  

I started at seven-thirty and finished around ten-thirty.  Three hours and my 70+ year old ass was dragging.  I still have the roofs to rake and I am going to have to break trail to my wood shed with snowshoes – but that will have to keep till tomorrow.

The snow, coming off the roof, is up to the base of our windows, and this is just December; with January and February yet to go.

 

But it is beautiful

And it is winter in Maine

And I love it.

the Ol’Buzzard

NO BETTER WAY TO END THE YEAR

December 29, 2016

1:48 pm.

A blizzard is coming.   It is not a nor’easter, but it is going to be a good one.  Most of our storms come up the coast and then the counterclockwise rotation of the low pressure sends the storm back from the north east; but, this one is coming up inland from the south east.   It is kind of a moot point though, for we are forecast to receive 12 to 18 inches of snow by this time tomorrow with wind gust to forty by early Friday morning. 

Went to the store this morning for fresh produce and wine.  We have plenty of wood laid in by the back door, enough batteries, my simple cell phone is charged and we have books to read.  

This storm will wipe away and cover up all the bad news and hurt feelings of 2016 and leave us with a fresh white wonderland to start the new year. 

I couldn’t ask for more

the Ol’Buzzard 

THERE ARE TWO STORIES OF CHRISTMAS - MAKE SURE YOU GET THE RIGHT ONE

What happens at the North Pole
Stays at the North Pole

the Ol'Buzzard

MUSIC TO START THE NEW SOLAR YEAR

turn up the volume
and enjoy the beauty
of a new solar year.
the Ol'Buzzard

WARNING WARNING WILL ROBINSON!!!

My wife and I ordered a pizza last Saturday afternoon while we watched the football game.  A plain cheese pizza, and I also had a Greek salad made with iceberg lettuce. 

Within about five hours I was having to make contributions to Trump’s Cabinet – diarrhea (probably more than you want or need to know.)

The point is - it had to be the lettuce.   Iceberg lettuce is a risky green to eat raw this time of year.  The heads are handled by the pickers, by the packers, by the transporters, by the produce department at the store, and finally by the person that makes the salad.   

This time of year being flu season you would be safer to eat only cooked foods from restaurants, or if you must have a salad, one made only with locally produced greens.

Just a warning

the Ol’Buzzard

SOMETHING ABOUT FOOTBALL THAT REALLY BUGS ME.

I loved playing football as a kid; and as an adult I wait with anticipation for the New England Patriots NFL football games on TV.  

The violence doesn’t bother me; but, it is fucking aggravating to see a player make a tackle, catch a ball or run for a touchdown then point up in the air like he is dedicating his exploit to God’s graciousness. 

This moron doesn’t realize that during the three-hour duration of the game approximately 1,200 children died of diseases, 2,625 children died of starvation, 180 people were raped, and 600 murders were being committed. 

I think the idiot is holding up the wrong finger.  If his God can get credit for a player’s athletic ability, He should also be held responsible for the cruelty he permits in the world during the duration of the game. 

the Ol’Buzzard