Spring Camping

Margo and I drove up to the property yesterday and spent the night. It was cold. It snowed. We were toasty in our camping rig. Also, could have a giant fire as there was no fire danger. Land looked good. No big trees down. Tar paper and insulation ripped off the platform by the winds. Seemed like a good idea at the time!

Roots in a Parched Ground

Mick starred in the lead role in the M.L.C. production of Horton Foote's (1916-2009) play, part of The Orphans Home Cycle, an eight play series centered on the life of Horace Robedaux.

Here is a link to my photo album:

McKean O'Connell as Horace, Jr.

Mick also played B-ball for M.L.C. this season and passed all his classes with superior portfolio pieces.

Happy Pi Day!

Thanks Skippy! Its also Conor's Birthday and Albert's birthday! Happy Birthday!

Victory!

I hate it when the rat eats the p-nut butter off the trap and doesn't spring it. Oooh, but that makes me think, its only a matter of time baby! I saw the rat myself last weekend when the sun was shining, and I was enjoying the moment on the patio against the warm wall. The rat was across the patio against the garage wall. It paused then darted through the open door into the garage. Gross. I thought it was a squirrel at first glance. It was huge. We have chickens, we store grain and throw it out on the ground. The rat didn't look worried about its next meal. Verry soon the cat comes around the corner of the garage, but must go around the chicken fence that the rat can squeeze through. Margo brought home a couple of new traps when she went to the grocery store. I baited one with peanut butter. The next day sprung, p-nut butter gone, and spring broken. Grrrr. That's gonna get my Irish up! Second trap gets p-nut butter eaten off it, not sprung, for a couple of days. Margo and Mick see the rat ... Cross The Street! from Paula's to under our truck then through a hole in the fence. Actually, she used the word waddle. I know its the heart of the hood, but a rat that brazen cannot stand. Awoke this morning and when I let the chickens out. Yess!!11!!11 Woohoo! Margo came out to see and said, "I knew it right away!" I think the rat is not in the trap cause the cat played with it. Maybee it shook off the trap in its death fight. Died of a heart attack, when the thing went off? I'd be setting up the webcam if the p-nut butter kept disappearing.

China Bankers

China unveiled strict new rules Wednesday governing bankers’ pay that are designed to limit risk taking, Reuters reported from Beijing.

Payment of 40 percent or more of an executive’s salary must be delayed for a minimum of three years and could be withheld if the bank performs poorly, the China Banking Regulatory Commission said in a statement on its Web site.

This would ostensibly put China at the forefront of a global movement to use regulation of bankers’ pay as a way to control investment behavior.

Eugene Debs

Today's random quote at one good move:

Wars throughout history have been waged for conquest and plunder.... the working class who fight all the battles, the working class who make the supreme sacrifices, the working class who freely shed their blood and furnish their corpses, have never yet had a voice in either declaring war or making peace. It is the ruling class that invariably does both. They alone declare war and they alone make peace....They are continually talking about their patriotic duty. It is not their but your patriotic duty that they are concerned about. There is a decided difference. Their patriotic duty never takes them to the firing line or chucks them into the trenches.—Eugene V. Debs

Jon Swift

I didn't start blogging until after I had quit my office job. I knew it would be too tempting to sit and blog all day, doing even less work than when I was just reading other people's stuff 'on break'. I first started reading Jon Swift during the Bush years, and immediately loved his prose. Also, anyone of Irish extraction who is even mildly cynical should love the work of Jonathan Swift. That may have been what caught my eye first, but I stayed for the snark. Always delivered with a smile, I thought. I would like to write that way. When I did start my blog, Jon Swift was on my Blogs I Like To Read list. When the posts stopped coming, I was bummed, but checked regularly to see if Jon Swift had started blogging again, as the last post was ambiguous. Now that I know why( mlfcyw said...), I can go back and visit the archives. And thanks Mom for letting us know.