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Dec. 20th, 2025 08:22 pm
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I just ate a lovely pickled okra.  So yummy.  Must grow more okra next year...

Yesterday before our work on the Red Barn, Donald and I worked on the road.  It was pelting down rain which is ideal for showing just exactly where to use the shovel.  I got involved with some blackberry vines down by the neighbor's pond and have several nasty scratches which are still making a nuisance of themselves.  We got wet enough that we had to turn around and get dry clothes before going to the barn. Fortunately it isn't cold.  
Yesterday night I got a text that there were cows out in the horse pastures.  Cody said he'd come in the morning. 

Today the Fence Charger project began with running a new ground wire from the outlet on the southeast side of the barn through the 4 tackroom light fixtures and then through the new conduit to the new outlet on the northeast corner.  The outlet works properly, the fence charger got moved to its new location.  We cleaned up and headed home.  I had just sat down in my easy chair when the sense that "something wasn't right" turned into "I know what I forgot!"  While I -had- grounded the outlet to the regular barn grounding system, I had NOT run the 8 feet of wire needed to hook the fence charger to the special fence charger ground.  This is bad because fence chargers burn up if they don't have a ground.  Donald and I jumped in the car and ran back down.  It didn't take long to run that last cable (and for Donald to find the missing hammer).  Once again we cleaned up noting that tack room #1 needed a new light fixture (simple pull chain light).  

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, Cody was continuing to be puzzled by the actions of the cows.  They have been bunched up pushing on the fences, trying to get out, ever since he put them in Jungle pasture.  These include old cows that have been coming to that pasture for 10+ years and have never caused problems.  Yesterday they were all in.  Today most of them had leaked through the fences into the pastures to the south.  I want to put up a trail cam and see if we can figure out what was scaring them. The older cows have years of living with mountain lions and bears.  They aren't especially afraid of them as neither a black bear or a mountain lion will usually attack a 1,200 # cow.  Calves yes, but there are only two, fairly big calves with the herd and they are fine. Coyotes aren't a threat.  Dogs will run cows but usually they will leave marks on the cows, shredded ears, bitten off tails or bites on the legs. None of that is apparent on these cows.  For now we have let the herd into the House pasture where they are much more content. 

Because the cows moved into the House pasture we closed the gates around the house itself and turned on the electric fence. Mostly this is to keep the cows out of the area directly in front of the house.  When Donald and I returned for the second time I wanted to double check that the fence was on.  It was, but Donald noticed that the fence was "snapping" near one gate post. Snapping indicates a short to ground which is bad. I know this particular problem, it has been an issue in the past. I think the wire that runs under the road was done with the same batch of wire that failed at the Red Barn.  After a rather lame attempt to patch it, we pulled a new wire through the pipe  that runs under the driveway.  Really didn't take long, but it was getting dark and the third flashlight of the day had dying batteries. It was sprinkling on and off.  We turned on the power and then had to replace the last 8 feet of electric fence tape which clearly had broken some of it's tiny wires and was also shorting. The final test of the fence showed it to be good.   By then it was full dark and definitely time to go in.  



 

Orchid updates!

Dec. 20th, 2025 09:47 pm
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The orchids are doing well.

How about a text-based orchid update? )

First night of Yule

Dec. 20th, 2025 05:23 pm
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I went out into the garden barefoot in the fading light, and blóted for Mothers' Night with a bottle of pinot noir that turned out to be surprisingly good (Apothic, 2023). Then I set up our little Yule tree next to the expansive Monstera.

Dragging

Dec. 20th, 2025 06:50 pm
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Woke up at 7 AM. Oliver wants food. Fed us all. Nap time.

Had a nice nap. Overslept a little. I’m trying to wake up to get my clothes in the dryer. Oliver is fussing over me, purring. You were fed this morning. No, you’re not getting more food.

Looked at the Chicago Red Line maps. I need to write down the stops before my stops so that I know when to get ready to get off.

I really want to go back to sleep, but I can’t because I need to go to the post office. Maybe I could nap for a half hour while my clothes dry.

Gracie is barking at Oliver. A quiet morning at home.

Hmm. The Mattis post office is open until 5 PM. I’m thinking of going back to sleep for an hour. Or maybe I’ll stay awake and just sit for a while. The dogs are barking loudly. Maybe I’ll stop at Staples and pick up some printer ink. I’m having some shipped to me, but it’s delayed. And I need to go to Walmart.

Cat (Oliver) in my face. He is not shy about getting attention. Lily tends to go off on her own except when she wants food.

No, I’m going back to bed. Oooh, I’m dizzy. I’ll stop at the (closed) post office later to mail letters. Then I’ll go to Walmart. Slept well until Gracie started pushing me off the bed.

Solstice. I had the lights on at 4:30.

The dogs are outside. I’ll feed them and myself and then shower. Got my hat and gloves and a necklace. I’m waiting anxiously for rings. Oh, that reminds me that I need to stop the mail for when I’m gone.

Maybe I’ll submit a Walmart order for tomorrow. I could mail the cards then too; they won’t get there any faster. And I’ll stay home.

Gracie got my new glasses. The dogs are holy terrors. Got them back. Gracie was like, Oh, you’re upset. Yeaaaaah, I am!

Fed us all. Started reading the book about the making of The Princess Bride. It’s interesting.

Got a recycling bin into the hallway to the basement. I kind of want to go back to sleep, but it’s too early. I’m feeling too tired to do much though. I could submit my Walmart order. I should do some packing. Maybe I’ll post.

Ordered stuff from Walmart, including a wireless trackball to use with my new travel laptop. I should go to sleep early and get up early because I'll have to get up at the crack of dawn on Tuesday to drop the pets off. But I'll go pack some stuff.

Mog time!

Dec. 20th, 2025 11:56 pm
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I happened to be in Malvern Link today, which is where the Morgan Motor Company is based. I'd only recently discovered that their "Morgan Experience" building, which is the company's showroom and the place where people meet at the start of factory tours, had a café in that was open to the public. I just wandered in and followed a sign; the person at the reception desk didn't even ask me what I was doing. Can't imagine you'd get that at the Land Rover factory! :P Anyway, the café is very nice, if a little on the expensive side, and you get to have your stuff with Morgans dotted around. I had an Earl Grey-infused scone, don't you know, with ridiculously generous portions of clotted cream and strawberry jam. I suppose I should have had tea with it, but coffee it was!

Merlin's Tomb in Paimpont, France

Dec. 20th, 2025 06:00 pm
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Merlin's Tomb in the forest of Brocéliande

The enchanted forest of Brocéliande is recurrently featured in numerous medieval texts of Arthurian legends, although its location is uncertain. Today, Paimpont Forest in Brittany, France, is considered the most probable contender for it, commonly referred to in French as Forêt de Brocéliande (Brocéliande Forest).

The tradition of this association goes all the way back to the 13th century, around which time the locals called the forest Brocélien or Brec'Helean. Since the 19th century, it has been a tourist site among followers of Neo-Druidism and fans of Arthurian legend.

In the myths, the forest of Brocéliande was a mysterious place full of fairies and magic. Deep within these woods is the Vale of No Return, domain of the notorious sorceress Morgan le Fay where she entrapped a myriad knights until they were rescued by Sir Lancelot. Here it is also said that Viviane, the Lady of the Lake, tricked Merlin into a magical, deathlike sleep that lasts to this day. There are many different versions of the legend of Merlin's end, but one of the most prominent ones is that Viviane trapped Merlin in a grave to hold him for all eternity.

Research conducted in the late 1800s identified the northeastern part of the Brocéliande Forest as the site of Merlin's demise. When researchers came upon a neolithic gallery grave in this area of the forest, they claimed it as the place where Merlin is trapped. The site consists of three large stone slabs placed together, with a circle of stones surrounding it, and has been there for thousands of years. Whether or not the mythical wizard is really trapped underneath the stones, the history and folklore of the place give Merlin's Tomb a magical feel. Today, visitors often leave notes to Merlin in between the stones, hoping that he will grant the wishes written upon them.

 

one way or another

Dec. 20th, 2025 03:45 pm
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Hurrah! The Strictly winners are Karen Carney & Carlos Gu! Keeeeep dancing!
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Farm equipment

After walking the beautiful grounds at The Farm, you will see what life was like on a 1920s farm. Amazingly, there were no televisions, recliners, computers, electric washing machines, gas lawn mowers, microwaves, rechargeable battery-operated weed whackers, or Internet. Why, there wasn’t even an air fryer! How those folks survived is a mystery.

A visit to The Farm inside Prophetstown State Park offers a glimpse into what farm life was like in the 1920s on these exceptional grounds. Among the many highlights are:

  • The I. Floyd Garrott Tenant House — an original “Hampton”, 1920's model kit home from Sears & Roebuck that was moved to The Farm in 2004. A tenant house was where a farm tenant might have lived with an agreement to work the land for the farm owner.

  • The Gibson House — a replica of a 1920's “Hillrose” Sears model kit home that was built in 2000. The “Hillrose” featured three floors, including a basement. The house at The Farm has been updated to include an elevator for accessibility.

  • 1920s-era livestock, including horses, various chicken breeds, turkeys, cattle, sheep, hogs, and many others.

  • Farm-to-table five-course dinners, offered several times a year. These take place in the Gibson House and are served on antique china.

  • Farm buildings such as a machine shed, barn, windmill, milk house, corn crib and blacksmith shop.

On this working farm, all of these buildings and areas are available to explore as part of a self-guided tour. A visit here is a wonderful trip back in time that can be enjoyed at a leisurely pace or as a school outing. 

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An aerial shot of the Kissing Hall

Starting with its architecture full of symbolism, the Beijódromo stands out for its striking circular design resembling a flying saucer; an expression of Darcy Ribeiro’s wish for a space that united memory, social life, and culture. Darcy, a renowned Brazilian anthropologist, envisioned what became known as the Darcy Ribeiro Memorial, affectionately nicknamed the Beijódromo.

The building’s external form features circular, axial lines—almost like a “disc” or “UFO” in appearance, with a central raised dome that allows zenithal light to flood the space. It is surrounded by a reflecting pool filled with Victoria amazonica water lilies, shallow waters and aquatic plants that reinforce the atmosphere of contemplation and give the impression that the structure floats above the surface.

Its design also emphasizes natural ventilation. At its core lies a spacious hall illuminated by a skylight, where narrow upper slits filter soft, indirect light. The space includes a large social area, a restaurant, several classrooms, an auditorium, and a library. Its flowing architecture invites movement, dialogue, and coexistence.

The name Beijódromo (“Kissing Hall”) was coined by Darcy Ribeiro himself to evoke romance, social encounters, and musical serenades. Sadly, he passed away before the Beijódromo was completed.

A beautiful spot for photography, cultural visits, lunch, or simply for wandering aimlessly through the green expanses of the University of Brasília.

Christmas Break Begins

Dec. 20th, 2025 06:57 pm
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Yesterday was the first day of my annual pre-Christmas PTO, and I've got so much shit going on, it hardly feels like I'm taking time off! Which I know is a ridiculous thing to say, because everything I'm doing is way more fun than going to work. To be fair, as a general rule I actually also enjoy being at work—the somewhat higher amount of stress than I've had there historically notwithstanding—but of course that's not the same thing at all.

In any case, I've got a tight schedule going on: all I did yesterday which I'll get to momentarily; "Holiday Magic at the Fair" with Tracy later this evening; Avatar: Fire and Ash with Laney and Shobhit  tomorrow; the Victoria Clipper with Shobhit and Alexia to Victoria Monday; the ride back on Tuesday; Christmas Eve Wednesday; Christmas Day Thursday. That's not to mention Friday next week, which, although I do work that day, I'll also need to leave a bit early so I can drive Shobhit to the airport, as he leaves for this year's three-week trip to India that day.

And I had two notable social engagements yesterday, the first of which was lunch at Karen's house in Magnolia. Just as was the case when I took a day to burn through PTO on October 13, this had originally been scheduled as a Zoom lunch during a work day, but since I had the day off I went to her place to have lunch in-person. Sometimes in circumstances like this I'll meet her at her office on Westlake, but this was the second time I've needed to meet at her house because she had a morning appointment with a woman she hires to make adjustments to her wheelchair. I arrived yesterday and she had a brand new manual chair, with the bars of its main frame painted a light blue-green color. She was wearing a sweater with a very similar color so I asked if she had color coordinated on purpose (she hadn't). She later pulled out her phone with a light blue translucent case that was not quite the same shade but still matched the overall ensemble quite well.

Anyway, as soon as Karen answered the door she said, "The whole family's here," which meant Dave and Anita. They were having takeout chaat for lunch, and Karen even offered me some but I never did have any. She told me about ordering it the day before at an Indian place on the eastside where she was the only White person in the joint, and I think she had an exaggerated perception of them looking upon her as an outsider who surprisingly knew her way around their menu (just a quick reminder, Anita is actually of Indian descent, so Karen and Dave do have more knowledge of Indian culture than most White people—indeed, it was in a Hindi class in 2005 that Karen and I first met), but whatever.

I had brought chai that I made and did not realize I'd be offering to split it between four rather than two, but that was totally okay. Karen and Anita both took fairly small mugs of it, and Karen even asked me to top hers off a bit after she first asked for only a little, but this still left more than plenty for me; I even topped my own off. Shobhit might have come had he not had a work call of his own at noon, but again, this just left more chai for the rest of us.

I brought my own lunch, which was the last of some smoked mozzarella pasta I had from the Central District PCC Deli. God damn, I love that shit. I just bought another pint yesterday, using up the current $15 off $75 coupon.

I was there roughly ninety minutes, before Karen said she had a 2:00 appointment, so I left around 1:30. The whole time I was there, Anita worked on an early Christmas gift Karen had given her: an incredibly elaborate LEGO Christmas Tree with all sorts of compartments and figurs and details hidden in sections under its green plastic branches. I'd say she had maybe a fifth of it finished. It looked very cool, but I'd not sure I would ever have the patience for a project like that.

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Shobhit and I did a very quick trip to PCC for the aforementioned grocery shopping, and we timed it with pretty incredible precision, so we were home and had the stuff put away just in time for me to walk down and meet Laney at Christmas Dive Bar—both of our second visits to this bar this season, but our first there together. In addition to the 14 photos I took there with Gabby and Brandy on the 10th, I took another 13 there with Laney yesterday, totaling 17 for this year's Christmas Dive Bar photo album. As of right now, this is one of 18 Christmas 2025 photo albums I now have done; by the time the month ends, I'll easily have a record 24 of them, if not one or two more than that, depending on how many different photo albums our trip to Victoria results in.

One of these days I'll actually check out Christmas Dive Bar's "Santa's Speakeasy," for which there are signs in the back hallway, but I asked the bartender yesterday and was told it was a separate bar that did not open until 7:00. And Laney and I met there right when they opened at 4:00, which was smart; by the time we left, just before 6:00, it was pretty packed in there.

Being such a special seasonal thing, their menu is unsurprisingly full of expensive, speciality stuff: my initial order was the "Mrs. Claus' Hot Chocolate" for $16 and the "Jingle Bell Pimento Dip" for $12. The hot chocolate was tasty but a little heavy on the Rumple Minze—not in terms of alcohol but in terms of flavor; it really kind of overwhelmed my mouth with peppermint. The pimento dip was amazing, though, worth every penny; it even came with more cheese than I had crackers for it, and another bartender kindly gave me extra crackers, and quite a few of them, at no extra cost. Laney was also able to use some of them or her own extra "Frosty's French Onion Dip."

Laney always gets beers which are cheaper than cocktails. We both did go get a second drink, but I just ordered a well drink: orange juice and tequila. Still, my one snack plate and two drinks altogether, including tax and tip, amounted to $48.23 in total spending. At least I had budgeted $50 for this, so I still technically came in under budget!

Anyway, it was worth it and it's a really fun to go every holiday season. Laney needed to go to the liquor store for something to bring to her building's Happy Hour today, so I went with her, and we parted ways after that; I had only a couple of blocks to walk home from there. Shobhit had gone out for a walk, and thought he might join us, but he was just to Broadway and Pine when Laney and I were leaving. I guess they did run into each other as Laney was walking home.

Once Shobhit got home, we watched my fourth "Christmas movie" of the year: Die Hard. The previous three Christmas movies I had watched had all been varying levels of fine but not great, so I wanted to watch something I already knew was good. And then, just because it was right there, we also watched Die Hard 2. And then, even though it was quite late, we watched the penultimate episode of Heated Rivalry on HBO Max, and thought it was an incredible episode. It has smartly moved away from the massive amount of sex in the first couple of episodes and is actually doing a great job at character development now. I was really moved by this episode, it even made me cry a little.

Now it's nearly 11 a.m. and I still need to get into the shower!

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45-53-57-63 Rue Martin Luther King

Situated only 13km from the Belgian border, Dunkerque is the northernmost city in France. The region is best known for its red brick houses. However, on the outskirts of the city, one neighbourhood stands out for its colourful, unusual houses: the 'Quartier Excentric' (Eccentric district).

The history of these thirty or so houses is as unique as their architecture. This district was not supposed to exist at the beginning of the 20th century. Although it was located in the neighbouring municipality of Rosendael, it was situated in front of the city of Dunkirk's fortifications. Only wooden structures, which could easily be dismantled, were permitted there. In 1926, François Reynaert, an interior designer, purchased a plot of land there. He built his own house – l'Escargot, No. 147 Rue Carnot – without having studied architecture, instead improvising as an architect.

The permit was logically refused by the military authorities. But that didn't matter. He built his house in 1927. He received a fine and paid it. However, this legal mishap did not stop him: he did the same thing for the neighbouring house — Les Roses, No. 143 Rue Carnot — and, unsurprisingly, the authorities fined him a second time.

This time, he set the machine in motion: he sold the plots of land he had created behind his house, on the condition that he would design the houses that would be built on them. For each house, he created a unique design that was tailored to the tastes and financial means of the future owner.

Each house had a name that generally influenced its appearance. The result was a wide variety of shapes, colours, and materials. The last building added to this complex was the 'Excentric Moulin' dance hall. After World War II, only qualified architects were permitted to construct buildings. In total, Reynaert built 35 houses in the district.

Seven houses were listed as Historic Monuments in 1988, followed by an eighth in 2016. These classifications recognise the importance of this unique and colourful complex. A century after they were built, the quality and originality of the complex are finally being recognised, and this is a source of pride for the neighbourhood's residents.

I did run to find out

Dec. 20th, 2025 04:49 pm
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And the reporting on the acquisition of the Cerne Giant by the National Trust was very very muted and mostly in the local press. Mention of the sale as part of the Cerne and Melcombe Horsey Estates in 1919 in the Bournemouth Times and Director. The Western Daily Press in June 1921 mentions it as having been presented to the National Trust by Mr Pitt-Rivers; and the Weymouth Telegram's account of a meeting of the Dorset Field Club mentioned that the 'valuable relic of antiquity... had been placed in the custody of the National Trust'. There was also a mention in the report of a lecture on 'Wessex Wanderings' in the Southern Times and Dorset County Herald in 1921. No mention of the Giant's gigantic manhood, though references to his club.

Other rather different antique relics (heritage is being a theme this week....): The Crystal Palace Dinosaurs are getting a glow up (gosh, writer is in love with his style, isn't he?)

Beyond “Good” Art

Dec. 20th, 2025 07:44 am
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Rogan: seven years ago, [personal profile] armaina wrote about how someone’s artistic goal may not be “getting good,” and it’s been living rent free in my head ever since, because it was such a radical concept to me.

on the power of sucking exuberantly )

My Bluesky posts

Dec. 20th, 2025 04:45 pm
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More fun with Google

Dec. 20th, 2025 10:09 am
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My sister was on the Google bandwagon long, long, long before it was cool.  So I had Nest cams version 1.  And a Nest account version 1.  Google absorbed Nest and did their usual mediocre job at importing the accounts and killing off all the legacy stuff.  Then, on the off hand chance that their customer base had figured out how to deal with all those changes, they created Google Home wherein they incorporated all the old Nest stuff (sometimes call it Nest, sometimes calling it Home and charging under the latter). 

I'm pretty sure I went through this last year but I just had a charge on a credit card I never use and will shortly cancel for 'Nest' services with a phone number that no longer exists and gives no forwarding information.  Even Google can't keep up with the changes enough to put the new number on the old phone message.  

At a loss I went to my new best friend Gemini.  As usual Gemini was very sympathetic and said that the legacy issue was a problem and there here are the steps in order of likelihood to succeed.  I hit paydirt on the first step talking to Google Nest Support (a number not easily found by any other method).  The woman I talked to needed to push it up the chain and it was taking so long she asked if she could do it by email.  I gave her to Wednesday so we'll see.  They had to send me an email requesting permission to access my account so I have a case ID.

Gemini makes it so easy.   Even gave me some follow up tips to be sure I checked and got email verification and a refund confirmation number.  Amazing, really.  

I also did think to shut down both USAA credit cards so nothing else 'legacy' gets charged.  I'll cancel and cut them up once we're resolved.

Meanwhile, I got a check from my USAA insurance.  USAA is a mutual company so you pay a little extra on insurance and it goes into a pot of money and you get back a piece of it after each year is done and the costs of all the insurance claims are paid out.  It is a little check every year that gets bigger as your membership is older.  Since I cancelled everything but a little tiny piece of the banking that I can't quite shut down I get the balance that is mine in the USAA pot.  Check came today.  It is decent.  I created a travel fund with it since we don't need it for day to day and I've got everything else covered.

We'll go wherever Dana wants to go.  I don't much care.  She's watched so much Outlander and all the Viking stuff and her heritage is at least a bit from Scotland she's wanted to go there for the past few years.  It is fine with me.  I'll get with my friend at the travel agency and see if we can't put together a well curated and well transported trip to Scotland.  

Of course, now she can actually execute the trip she may change her mind.  She wanted to go to Hawaii badly when we first met.  I think she just wants to see a volcano.  Hawaii is somewhere I've actually been a few times with the Navy so, bad luck to her, I had no desire to fly 6000 miles from Jacksonville, FL to go to a beach.

Maybe we can stop at Iceland on the way home from Scotland.

One day to go

Dec. 20th, 2025 09:25 am
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Sunrise today at 8:48 MST; sunset at 16:16. I am looking forward to the solstice tomorrow, when the sun starts to come back around.
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Directly across the street from the entrance to the Fort Frederica National Monument which is maintained by the National Park Service, is the Wesley Church at Frederica. The church, along with the Episcopal Church, Christ Church Frederica, which is located down the street, was donated 20 acres of land, divided equally, by Alfred W. Jones, Jr., in 1984.

The two churches created the Wesley Memorial Garden where the Wesley Memorial Monument is located. The monument was erected in honor of John and Charles Wesley who served as clergymen at Fort Frederica for 2 years.

John Wesley, who is said to have coined the phrase, "Agree to disagree," is best known as the creator of Methodism. His brother, Charles Wesley, is the writer of hymns still sung today, including the Christmas song, "Hark! The Harold Angels Sing."

The memorial is a Celtic cross that is 18 feet high, weighs 15 tons, and was built with granite from Georgia.

I forgot to post this. Back dated!

Dec. 18th, 2025 07:59 am
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The pre-winter break "Teacher Fatigue" is so real right now. 

Since last week, I’ve been battling this low-key "ick": a little bit of congestion, a general sense of being "crummy," and lingering exhaustion. Since I've been doing really well with routines, I might have tried to power through it, but right now, I’m trying to balance my energy as I balance my budget.

Yesterday, I planned to hit my home strength barbell routine. I finished the warm-up, but my body gave me a very clear NO, but I did pick up the barbell for a few squats before I listened- since the NO didn't stop.

Instead of giving up on everything and just playing my games in bed, I ran a load of laundry and spent five minutes on the dishes. These were small tasks, but they kept the house functioning without draining my battery.

After that, I prioritized a scarf I’ve been knitting. I had a goal to give a bunch of these away to my colleagues today, and I didn't want to push that to the last day before break. So, I gave myself permission to spend the afternoon and early evening in "recovery mode" - just me, my knitting needles, and the TV. (My colleagues were delighted with the gifts. :) ) 

I woke up this morning still feeling exhausted and a bit congested, but I made it to work. I do believe that if I had pushed through my workout and routine yesterday, I would be home in bed today. With  the break just a couple of days away, I really don't want to get sick; so I'm feeling good about my choices to change things up.

Now I'm in my bolstered bed nest to blog and work on my YouTube scripts. I'm dead tired, so I will get up in a bit to shower so I don't fall asleep too early. 

One more day!


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Arriving by sea into the Port of Le Havre, it is easy to see why it has earned a reputation as one of France's most drab and architecturally modern cities. Standing out among all its white and beige facades, however, are two oddly rainbow-colored arches, one situated inside the other. Upon closer inspection, the arches are apparently constructed of the same standardized shipping containers found throughout the port.

Catène de Containers ("Chain of Containers") was commissioned from artist Vincent Ganivet in honor of Le Havre's 500th anniversary in 2017. Ganivet is known for his series of catenary-shaped arch sculptures, inspired by the work of architect Antoni Gaudí.

This sculpture appropriately commemorates the city's heritage, which has always been tied to the sea and shipping. The stainless steel containers' bright colors, besides contrasting against the arches' surroundings, also reflect the identifying colors painted by different shipping companies.

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Dec. 20th, 2025 12:13 pm
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] hafren, [personal profile] holli and [personal profile] inchoatewords!

D.O.P.-T.

Dec. 19th, 2025 10:24 pm
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Less chilly, clouds and sun; it got so threatening at mid-afternoon that I brought in my laundry, but it didn't rain. Except for Mama Violet, the cats stayed out of sight. One orange on the tree has a large bite hole out of it.

Red Barn

Dec. 19th, 2025 08:29 pm
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Fifteen years ago the Red Barn was an elderly, falling apart mess.  I swapped board for work on it.  In general Tom did a great job, but he wasn't an electrician. That is why, when he moved the electrical panel from the north aisle onto the west wall of the barn he made a mistake.  I had laboriously pounded in a ground stake on the west wall for the fence charger. Tom appropriated it and turned it into the ground for the whole electrical system.  This issue has produced weird reading and unreliable electric fence, but it was never -quite- bad enough for me to fix.  This week it came up on the to-do list, mostly because last week Lily noticed a snapping noise of the system making the sheet metal on the barn live.  Oops. I turned the system off.  If I had to fix the darn thing I might as well move it too.
My plan has been to move it 50 feet back to the rear of the barn. There is an existing electric outlet I could plug into at the back there but it is in quite an exposed place in the southeast corner.  That bothered me.  It never dawned on me that I could move it to the northeast corner which is quite protected.  Finally a couple of days ago the idea finally surfaced. Duh.  
Yesterday Donald and I removed the wire that had been causing the problem and replaced it with a much better insulated one.  To be fair, the problem with the first wire was a manufacturers defect, but.   The new wire will now take signal from the back of the barn and bring it to a junction that services the front pastures instead of taking signal from the front of the barn and feeding the pastures in the rear and to the north. 
Today I drilled some holes, pushed conduit through and tapped into a light in tack room #4.  Tomorrow I need to finish running conduit down to a new outlet box.  Cody has already come and used his motorized pounder to install a 8 ft rod.  The ground there is terribly rocky.  We got the stake 6 1/2 feet into the ground and hit a BIG rock.  6 1/2 feet will have to do as a ground stake for the fence charger.  The manuals say that ground stakes have to be about 25 or 30 feet apart to be counted as separate.  This is 70 feet, so it should work. 
Next is 2 more short pieces of pipe,  an outlet box and  connecting the wires.  It will be really good to get this project done. 

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Dec. 19th, 2025 09:24 pm
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Woke up a little after 7 AM. Got in the shower early and got my makeup on for our holiday celebration this morning at work.

The White Elephant gift exchange was fun. I "stole" a bobble-head of Jane Austen, which would be great for my library room, and wound up with it. That got me wondering if there are bobble-heads of other famous authors. There are on eBay! I foresee a collection.

I emailed in sick for a half-day because I was dizzy and took a nap. Slept for an extra hour than I had intended.

My singing lesson was amazing. We were doing warmups when she told me to imagine that I was a stereotype of an opera singer singing Wagner. And my voice completely opened up! It had some power to it! We were practicing Christmas carols because I didn't have anything that I needed to practice, and she told me to sing with that voice. So I did. She said, "You found your voice!" She is worth every penny that I pay her. I've learned more with her than I did with several teachers before her.

Fed us all. I want to go to bed soon so that I get up early and get to the post office.
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