Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Holiday Weekend Doings

Guess where?
So 2017 is in full swing now and...

You're right, it's been two whole days. Bit early for a "the year so far" post, innit? Which is kinda, sorta what this is, but not really. I just wanted to go over what I've been doing for the past cuppla.

Days that is.

As you might imagine, that opening photo was taken in a book store, I won't say where, I'll let you figure it out. Simple really. Anyhoo, I took the photo while The Missus Herself was perusing a couple of cookbooks which she'd pulled off the bargain rack and was considering purchasing. Not both of them mind you, she always picks one. And only one. It's her way...

(No, I'm not like that. I had a pile of Bernard Cornwell books, three from the Saxon Tales, I do need to keep up with Uhtred, son of Uhtred, and the fourth was 1356, another tale featuring Sir Thomas of Hookton. What? You don't remember him from the first three books in The Grail Quest series. Go here and be educated.)

Anyhoo. While sitting there I decided to play with the new cellphone. That picture is one thing I did while waiting for my better half to draw up the plans for D-Day, I mean, choose a cookbook. (Come on, I'm a guy. We go in, we make our selection and then we're out again. We're decisive, quick, and no doubt spend far too much money because we're not, you know, selective. Women usually are selective. They ponder, they compare, they think about it.)

"Why don't you just get both of them?" I asked.

After a short pause to discern when I had grown an extra head, altogether as empty as the original, she answered, "Because I don't need both of them."

Rather than point out that she didn't "need" either of them, we have been married 39 years and neither of us has starved to death yet, we raised three kids, all of whom were well-nourished and...

But I digress. (Which I have discovered is also a lyric in a Fall Out Boy song. DAMHIK.)

One of the cookbooks was for soups. Turns out there was only one soup she found appetizing in the entire book. So she took a picture of that recipe. The horrors! I had visions of the copyright police descending upon our location and taking us off to copyright jail. But the moment passed. We were still free, The Missus Herself had made her selection and we were off to the register. Mission accomplished.

As we were low on fuel, we had to hit the tanker on the way home. Hhmm, that might not have been clear.

Big Girl was all gassed up, it was her human crew who were in need of sustenance. Perhaps a visit to a cheese shop?

No, we went to a restaurant instead, The Missus Herself had fish and chips, I had a rather nice buffalo chicken wrap.

No, that's not a combination of buffalo meat and chicken. Just in case you were wondering.

So that was Friday instant. Saturday was spent lying about, reading. Before diving into the Cornwell, I wanted to finish Solzhenitsyn's August 1914. Which had started rather slowly at some country house in Russia, picked up speed in the Masurian Lakes region of East Prussia (now in Poland) where Samsonov's Second Army was destroyed. Then it was back to Russia, hanging out with Russian college girls discussing politics, or something.

Sorry Господин Солженицын, try as I might, I couldn't finish your book. I did read it all the way through a long time ago, at least I think I did. I had the same problem with Tolstoy's War and Peace. That too started slow, got really interesting in the middle and then degenerated into an argument presented by the author that perhaps Napoléon was the Anti-Christ. Or something. An intellectual I'm not. Russian novels would not be something I'd study in school. Ever.

Sunday, yesterday as I write this, two days ago (or more) as you read this, I started into 1356 and watched some football. No, not at the same time, what would be the point of that, he asked with no little frustration.

Ahem, right.

"What did you do New Year's Eve, Sarge?", that fellow sitting way at the back asked.

Not much. As I mentioned the other day, I ain't much of a New Year's Eve guy. The Missus Herself was curled up with her iPad, I was binge watching Vikings, no, not the Minnesota variety, the Scandinavian ones. From a long time ago.

Anyhoo. I noticed that it was almost midnight, so I opened one of these...

...went outside, where (unbeknownst to me) it had commenced to raining. Deciding that I didn't need to bid farewell to 2016 while standing in the rain, I returned to the manse, hung up my coat, took a sip of my beverage (ahhhhh, that's good) then turned on the telly.

Watched the ball drop in Times Square. Why? I don't know. Because it was there?

Turned the telly off, finished my stout, and went to bed.

Pretty exciting night.


But it's okay, I have all week to recover. I don't go back to work until the 9th. (Yes, the 9th of January, if you must know.)

Sunday, we went to church. For what it's worth I feel a rant regarding religion coming on, I won't subject you to it today. Perhaps I will never subject you to it. All I know is that religion can be pretty dry and boring here in New England. Where is the majesty? Where is the awe?

Yes, it was an extremely dull sermon. Is our pastor always like that? No. But I am sensing a trend. One I don't care for.

Oh well.

Watched some more football, and here I must confess that I was rooting for the Packers Sunday night. They were my team when I was a kid. Lombardi, Starr, Kramer, Nitschke (no, not Nietzsche, Nitschke, he was a linebacker, not a philosopher, well he might have been, but I digress), the guys who won the first two Super Bowls, back before all the hype.

I guess I should explain that my son-in-law, Big Time, is from Michigan and is a Lions fan. Yes, the Packers played the Lions Sunday night. Yes, the Packers won. Big Time not happy. Sarge happy. And so it goes...

Didn't do much at all on Monday. Well, I did decide, quite out of the blue mind you, that I should go for a walk...

Because I am most assuredly not ready for "the cart," not yet anyway.

Decided to do a turn "around the block," said block being depicted below...

Google Earth
Monday was a gloomy day and not all that warm, just the thing for a brisk walk for those of us not wanting to go on the cart. I could also get a coffee at Dunkin Donuts, an iced coffee mind you, as is my wont. It felt pretty good, most of the way. (The walk felt good, the coffee tasted good. Just to be clear.)

Upon reaching that bit of my path at the lower left corner, my legs began asking, "So, we're going to sit down soon. Right?" And my fingers were saying, "Hey, cheapskate, next time buy better gloves to go out and walk, and what were you thinking anyway, ice freaking coffee? Really? In January?"

Well, I survived the walk. Having been reminded that I've been rather sedentary since my surgery back in August. Yes, August. Now don't look at me that way, it still kinda hurts and...

I know, I know. I need to quit whining, get off my substantial arse, and start getting some exercise.

No, it's not a "New Year's Resolution."

It's a "I don't want to go on the cart" resolution.

I should have started this months ago. How time flies.

So, how was your New Year's?


  1. Spent the evening with our winemaker friends. Played a bit of Watch ya mouth! (I'm not a fan). Planned our spring break trip with them, Little Juvat and his bride, MBD and Mrs Juvat to Scotland. Went to bed at around 0001 Jan 1 2017 (the date was included for practice).

    A very enjoyable evening.

    1. Well, that game seems somewhat messy.

      Scotland? Can we expect a post from that? (Down Ebenezer, down!)

    2. Most probably! Did a little Google Earth reconnoitering of Ediburgh (our jumping off point). The Castle and the World of Scotch museum struck my fancy. Little Juvat is doing the heavy lifting on the planning side of things, but evidently tours of barley distilleries will feature prominently. I've been told that Scotland's gastronomy venues are not as highly prized as those in, say, France or Italy. Just say'n.

    3. Wot? Not looking forward to haggis? Cock-a-leekie soup? 'Tis, no doubt, why my ancestors invented Scotch Whiskey (which in my ancestors' parlance is simply "whiskey").

  2. Our weekend? We got our teenangster fix in as she headed back to college late last night. Ate too much, drank just enough with neighbors to ring in the New Year, and watched some decent TV, as you'll see in my next post. Feliz-ano-nuevo to the..."readership."

    1. How's the teenangster enjoying college? Doing well I trust.

      Yes, I saw you had something in production, looking forward to it I am.

    2. Thriving. She has discovered the lack of initiative in many of her classmates however, many of whom are either in college because they have nothing better to do, or because they think art is easy. Both are expensive attitudes which makes her shake her head. Hopefully the makings of a future conservative...

    3. At least you instilled a solid work ethic in her. Conservative or not, she's a fine lass. (Juvat going to Scotland has me thinking all things Scottish.)

  3. I'm with you on most Russian novels. Everybody has about six names, and what a person is called depends upon the antecedents of the person doing the addressing, plus the really turgid philosophical crap.I slogged through them in College. Not since.

    1. Heck, the CliffsNotes for War and Peace are longer than most novels. Who's got the time? or....interest? Ya, I know Sarge, I'm a knuckledragging Neanderthal.

    2. @Captain Steve - a slog, that describes it perfectly. Turgid philosophical crap as well. Not gonna do that again!

    3. @Juvat - knuckledragging Neandertal? I thought you were a pilot, but I see you have the soul of a maintainer. And yes, that's a good thing.

      (I've driven through the Neander valley in Germany. Pretty country, no knuckledragging in evidence at all. Valley is Tal, auf Deutsch, for those who were wondering. For those wondering even further, it was originally Neanderthal but in 1904 the Germans were cleaning up the spelling of some words so that they would look just as they were pronounced. Thus Thal became Tal. It is my understanding that the name for the allegedly extinct subspecies of humans can be either Neanderthal or Neandertal. I go with the updated spelling, as that's the way it's spelled on the road signs, over there.)

      Oh yeah baby, who's a pedant? I's a pedant.

  4. Chris:

    If you buy all these books, what do you do with them after you read them? I have a REAL hard time parting with my books; which is why I get most of my reading material from libraries.

    Paul L. Quandt

    1. I have a room devoted to my books. The Missus Herself thinks I need to cull the herd, or buy fewer books. I really need to get down to my local library. Overseas I practically lived in the base library.

    2. I'm lucky; where I live, I have easy access to three counties' libraries. In Oregon, libraries are organized by county. Makes it easier to get the books I want, especially new releases.


    3. Paul, whereabouts in Oregon? Maybe you've already said- Portland?

    4. Somebody told Tuna that Paul's buying...

    5. Tuna:

      Portland area, West Linn to be exact. Wouldn't live in Portland itself if it were the last inhabitable place on earth. Liberals, don'tcha know.
      By the by, I am buying if you were to pop 'round.


    6. Well, I blew that one; meant to write " habitable ", not the other word that seems to have appeared without my help. ( That's my story and I'm sticking to it. )


    7. I knew what you meant, and I know about Portland. If it wasn't for that city, the state would be fairly red.

  5. I went to bed in 2016 and woke up in 2017. Just to see if it would work without my direct participation. Experiments are fun!

    I'm also halfway through day three of the "30-day no good food challenge" and it doesn't seem to be hurting me yet. Strange.

    And I am absolutely hungering to get back to physical activity and hiking after this four-month excursion into forced slothitude.

    1. I've done that go to bed in one year, wake up in another. Time moves on very well without my help.

      The 30-day "please kill me" diet. Well, most food cravings are in your head. Hahahahahahahaha...

      I'll bet you can't wait to be active again.


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