The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

G'morning, crew. Well... at least there are five minutes of morning remaining as I start this note. Fall is falling, and C is constantly railing about the bushels of acorns being shed by the neighbor's big oak. It's a bumper year for those, called a "mast year". We wouldn't bother with picking them up if not for the dog taking a liking to them... and getting sick. Acorns are slightly toxic from the tannins they contain.

Lately I've been noticing my get-up-and-go has done got-up-and-went. C is getting really testy about "You never get out of that chair!" She's right, and I have chores on a long list, many of which need to be done before the cold weather hits in earnest. Starting to wonder if it's the statin meds (happened before), or just getting old and demotivated. Should talk to my cardiologist.

Writing has been going well. I have three completed stories standing by for final proofreads, and - there's that "motivated" thing again - need to do that and get 'em uploaded. Another story in the works is momentarily stalled on a sex scene, but I'll break that loose this afternoon or this evening. That might require a margarita with lunch.

Hey, @Duleigh - any of that >50 MHz stuff sideband capable? That's where you're going to find DX opportunities, especially with the cold fronts passing through. Atmospheric ducting is challenging but right-place-right-time can be pretty satisfying.
could you have your cardiologist talk to my oncologist if (s)he knows where the get up and go is kept?
 
Hey, @Duleigh - any of that >50 MHz stuff sideband capable? That's where you're going to find DX opportunities, especially with the cold fronts passing through. Atmospheric ducting is challenging but right-place-right-time can be pretty satisfying.
I've never played in 50MHz, I spend most of my time in 80 meters, 40 meters, and 20 meters (Beware 7.200 MHz! It's the LW of HF) and I'm constantly playing SWL. I picked up a numbers station this morning!
 
I moved the patio table off the patio a few days ago and set up the chiminea. Today I took a trip to Lowes for a couple paving bricks and piñon firewood. I cut the firewood down to size for the chiminea and the bricks go behind the fire to keep the back of the chiminea from overheating.

I'll light my first fire of the season a little later this afternoon, and maybe sit back and watch the geese fly back to the river as the sun sets.
 
My son's at preschool, learning how best to irritate his moms with new songs this afternoon. Jo and I are a little worried that he's tone deaf. He sure sounds off-key. But that might be part of the plan for irritation.
My son and his partner are off to Boston area for the next three days -- he is visiting a school about pursuing a grad degree in Data Science. My SO and I have the house to ourselves (well and the cats) for a long weekend. It is VERY quiet here already. Nice and quiet.
 
It's a bumper year for those, called a "mast year"
I had never heard that term before... but I always knew the concept existed. As a young boy in Western New York, horse chestnuts were a big part of my life and all other kids my age. We noted that some years the crop was much better than other years - mast years. (We didn't play "Konkers" Or anything like that, we just lined up on either side of the street and threw them at each other) Acorns (+slingshot) were also a "cash crop" for 8-year-old boys.

Down here we have a "Southern Live Oak" a beautiful tree whose sole purpose in life is to provide shade and tiny acorns. A Southern Live Oak is not a Live Oak. A Live Oak is an evergreen; a Southern Live Oak just pretends to be an evergreen. While the Live Oak retains its leaves, the Southern Live Oak waits until the new leaves have sprouted and opened in the spring, then it dumps all its old leaves. Generally, all at the same time. The acorns are a weapon of mass destruction (if you park under the tree). You'll hear a constant drumming of acorns hitting your car, it's truly awesome (if it's the neighbor's kid's car). The acorns are about half the size of a "real" acorn, maybe smaller, which means less wind resistance, which means they'll reach terminal velocity before they reach the hood of your truck.
 
PLOT BUN...er, on second thought maybe not.
I suppose you could use the snow finally melted, but now the drive is quicksand so you still gotta wait for that to drain. Made even worse by the ground refreezing every night, causing the ice to push the dirt apart again, which just makes the vehicle sink even more. Took 16 days to be able to drive to the store and get the parts needed. Only took two hours to fix it though.
 
I told your comment to my son's partner. She nerd-sniped herself trying to figure out the difference between muffins and cupcakes.
As long as she’s tackling the most pressing problems that humanity is struggling with, she could also look into determining whether a taco is indeed a sandwich.
 
As long as she’s tackling the most pressing problems that humanity is struggling with, she could also look into determining whether a taco is indeed a sandwich.
a taco is not a sandwich. you might be able to make an argument in favour of a burrito being a sandwich (not really) but not a taco.
 
Sometimes I wonder if we have too many blankets. And then I remember that one winter, where everyone got the vomity sickness, the pipes had burst, and the driveway had turned into quicksand. Which turns to thinking that maybe we should buy a couple more blankets.

I am of the opinion you can never have too many blankets - this just makes that even truer.
 
I am of the opinion you can never have too many blankets - this just makes that even truer.
I'm going to second that motion. Trust me, you select a great classic movie to watch, the house is empty, you ease back the recliner and reach for the blanket and... it's not there. Or it's not quite warm enough, or the dog has it. It's truly a calamity.
 
I'm going to second that motion. Trust me, you select a great classic movie to watch, the house is empty, you ease back the recliner and reach for the blanket and... it's not there. Or it's not quite warm enough, or the dog has it. It's truly a calamity.
Or the cat has claimed them all.
 
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