I like classical music. I have been listening to it via my MacBook Air, on Jango. It suddenly came to me that a lot of the loud crescendo type music might be deemed “male orgasm” music. Then I wondered about myself, because I like it. Then I wondered what “female orgasm” music might sound like, and realized how few female composers there are… actually the medley I listened to did not include a single female composer. A girl has to think about something on a Monday morning.

Yesterday we finished the last of nine loads of laundry, all hung out to dry on the clothesline, with great success. The washing machine does a great job, I must say. It is very different, than the top loading machines with an agitator.

Attila finished the wiring for the dryer, which should be delivered tomorrow. After he finished I decided to begin vacuuming the laundry room. The room is in the basement, the walls and floor are concrete, with some patches of paint left on the floor. It is very dusty down there. There are a lot of cobwebs and spiders in the rafters of the low unfinished ceiling.

We have an old vacuum cleaner that we purchased over 20 years ago, and it has been designated for use in the basement. I plugged it in and hit the switch to turn it on. There was an explosion of dust! The bag ruptured open and pumped fine dust all over the room. There was quite a mess.

I fished out the air cleaner and Attila brought it downstairs for me. After turning it on, to take care of the dust down there, Attila carried the vacuum cleaner out onto the back lawn for me to deal with. I opened it up and removed the split bag, then began to remove all the debris and dust that had exploded into the machine when the bag gave way. Attila located the vacuum bags, which we inserted, then took the machine back downstairs to try again. This time it worked without a problem.

I plan on vacuuming the spider webs frequently. Eventually I will get ahead of those little beasts!

We have been enjoying baked zucchini for the last week, fresh from our garden. Also from the garden, Attila harvested a dozen or so huge butternut squash. One of them was splitting, so I decided to process it right away. I cut in half lengthwise, removed the seeds, set the halves cut side down in a baking dish, then baked it at 350F until it smelled good and looked done, but since I went by smell I don’t know how long it was in the oven. After cooling, and scooping the flesh out of the skin, I mashed it well, and put it in containers in the refrigerator.

Last night a message from Terra arrived, “Are you watching the lunar eclipse?” When I looked up from the computer I could see it through the living room window. Attila and I stood on the front porch and watched the moon slowly darken, until the cloud cover was so thick that nothing further could be seen. It was a beautiful evening, the breeze was warm, carrying the sweet scents of the nearby field.

A much needed rain is falling today. As I gazed out the kitchen window at the falling rain, I immediately thought about Attila being out in the weather, as I have done for the last 20 years. And then it dawned on me, Attila is not out in the weather today!

Our heating fuel was delivered today, and the whistle is whistling loud and clear. Now we are ready for the winter.

This morning it was time to use the squash that was processed yesterday. The two dishes prepared were “pumpkin” pie squares, and squash soup. The squash soup is a recipe my sister gave me, and she got it from our cousin. It is lovely. The pumpkin pie squares, in which I substituted squash for pumpkin, was a new recipe, and it is a keeper!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 10:34 AM EDT Monday 28 September 2015
Condition: Mist
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 6 km
Temperature: 18.2°C
Dewpoint: 16.9°C
Humidity: 92%
Wind: S 27 gust 36 km/h


“At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.”
P. G. Wodehouse
1881 – 1975

Easy Days

By the time Attila has a day off work we have a lot of catching up to do on the domestic front.

The temperature has been just above freezing for the last few days! Yesterday Attila spent his day off work shovelling snow, and lots of it. It snowed all morning as he worked. All the snow on the south facing roof came down yesterday morning, with a thunderous, house-shaking crash. The north facing roof still carries the full winter load of snow, and will probably not release it during this thaw.

Sunday’s are special! Attila had all this snow to play with! It was the second half of the snow from the southern side of roof. He needed the metal shovel to break the compacted snow bank (almost an ice bank) so that he could shovel it all off the deck.
Snow load jan 12 DSCF4670

The load of snow from the roof spread considerably when it came down, blocking the walking path to the house and the woodshed. By mid-afternoon Attila had the yard ship-shape again. He noted that with this last “shedding” some damage was done to the deck railing, which will need to be repaired in the spring.

With the warmer weather comes a reduced need for firewood. Two daily firings in the masonry heater are sufficient to keep the house toasty warm. The weather prediction for the next two weeks is for relatively warm winter temperatures, just below freezing during the day, slightly colder at night. The down side to this balmy forecast is that snow is likely to fall almost every day! Still, with the reduced firewood load, and the snow removal completed for the next little while, Attila is in for some easy days.

Yesterday I made pumpkin squares, or squash squares, we are not really sure which. The pumpkin/squash had been frozen some years ago, and the package was not labelled or dated. The squares were delicious. The squares were beyond resistance, so I persuaded Attila to store the squares that remained in our large refrigerator downstairs. Out of sight, out of mind. The large refrigerator downstairs is the whole downstairs, because we do not heat it. Miraculously it stays above freezing in all but the coldest weather. It is a handy size for a refrigerator!

Beans cooked overnight in the crockpot. This morning they were drained and additional ingredients added to prepare baked beans. The plastic lid to the crockpot broke. The pot was purchased some unknown number of years before 1992, and has been in continuous use since then. Undeterred I experimented with various stainless steel lids from the cookware set, until one was found that fit the crock. There is another large crockpot at the little house in the city, and two smaller, aging crockpots at the country house.

Caveat: Cook beans in a crockpot at your own risk, do it the right way. “Dried beans, especially kidney, contain a natural toxin. These toxins are easily destroyed by boiling. Safe steps for preparing would include soaking the beans for 12 hours, rinsing, and then boiling for at least 10 minutes, before adding the beans to a slow cooker.” University of Minnesota Extension

I have been in the house with Mist for a consecutive sixteen days. We are planning an outing, very exciting! Attila must travel to have a blood test, and hour there and an hour back. This can only be done during working hours, on weekdays. So, he will have to take time off work, and forego his income for those hours. The plan is to choose a weekday that offers clear, dry roads and sunny skies, and to take the afternoon on that elusive perfect day, to have the blood test done, then shop for supplies. Attila is attempting to work extra hours to make up for the time he will need off.

I did not sleep well last night, too many murder mysteries! We watch Midsomer Murders episodes, but what tipped it over the edge for me was watching And Then There Were None, an Agatha Christie film from 1945, which I enjoyed. However, it was too much mayhem for one day.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:30 PM EST Monday 13 January 2014
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 100.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 4.0°C
Dewpoint: 0.2°C
Humidity: 76%
Wind: S 18 km/h


“To punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself.”
Albert Einstein
1879 – 1955