Well, by that point, life was definitely happening. Answering my question of a couple of years before.
Mockturtle, leather boots with a lambswool-type lining that turned out into cuffs. Must’ve been winter. I know I saw those same boots when I was moving; can’t remember whether I gave them away or packed them. They may be here somewhere. Now that it’s going to snow, I hope so.
Halloween was postponed here in the Boston ‘burbs, too. Trees and utility lines down everywhere. It’s much worse than Irene, at least in places not upcountry. They got theirs in spades from that hurricane.
Our power was out for a over a day. It’s usually very reliable. We’ve never had it out that long on our street in 21 years. Nearby friends lost power Saturday PM and still don’t have it back. A tree also fell on our garage, but it didn’t do much damage.
Autumn has been extremely late this year. Many, if not most trees still had green foliage. Dump a foot or two of heavy, wet snow on that, and watch it all come crashing down. I suspect this kind of thing is worse for us suburbanites with our leafy trees than Karen and her farm in more open country. But it would be good to hear from her.
You’ll be surprised to know that my little corner of the Kingdom(the NEK)got very little snow– just a dusting here. We are very lucky to have great weather here this week because we had to get our wood in– it’s all split and it was in a huge pile waiting for our ambition to pull our strong (ok, sore but able)backs to the job of hauling it to the cellar and chucking it down and then– stacking it.
About 10cord, give or take a few pieces:0). All tucked in for the winter, now.
Did i tell you that my cousin lost his house, his whole freaking house– and his pickup- due to Irene? He lives in Jamaica, VT- way South. We don’t keep in touch, so i have to put it in my brain to find out how they are doing. I’m thankful his Dad is a great carpenter.
Theo, my son went to Salem over the weekend w/friends from college in PA– he said the snow was ok(idk- he’s a man- it’s always ok)but that finding a place to gas up and eat on the way back to Scranton was difficult due to power outages. The last place i would want to be on Halloween weekend is Salem. The idea alone… (shivers w/relief…)
Say, Annie, some day could you tell the story of how you and Jacques got involved in karate? By my reckoning you’re among the second generation of karatekas in the U. S. or thereabouts.
I know that I’m among the second generation of judokas. My sensei was a Nisei who grew up in Hawaii and came to the mainland to study dentistry. He, like most of the other early U. S. judokas, started practicing just after WWII.