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captainsblogNo, not me. I just can't quit this, apparently.
But bits and bytes of bye:
* Bills. No game this weekend, a "bye week" on their schedule in the league parlance. It comes early this year compared to some, but with a rash of injuries early on, it's well timed. We'll have to scoreboard-watch and work on our memes. One of the more popular ones from last week was this, combining a moment from the Bills-Chiefs game where Josh Allen leapt over an opposing player, with the local geography that is Hertel Avenue:
I thought that was photoshopped, but I've since seen selfies at that corner indicating it is real. I may have to hurry on down to Hurdle to check it out myself. (I promise not to try leaping over it myself, seeing how well my kidneys did back when mine were plural.)
* Boy "bravery." We had a mouse in the house.
Had, he said with certainty, because we finally trapped and released the tiny leetle thing after almost 24 hours of them* rattling (literally) around various low points.
Zoey, our old Dowager Countess barely blinked, but the two 2-year-old boykittehs- YOU HAD ONE JOB!- were about as useless as doorstops. They'd stand in front of a spot where Ignatz had secreted themselves, and act all big and Scary Cat like without actually doing anything. Meanwhile, the two opposable-thumbed ones kept getting outrun and outsmarted by a thing the size of their thumbs, before finally a cozy corner proved a dead-end. Not dead-dead, though, since we scooped with a strainer, trapped with a baking sheet underneath and returned our visitor to the wild where a smarter mammal will likely make quicker work of the mouse than any of the life forms INSIDE this house.
* We were too sore and tired to zoom in for sexing, and besides I could swear I heard squeaky little "they/them" pronouns coming from under the fridge.
* Books of Bygone.
Been promising to get to some of the words and pictures in the book about my longago hometown that arrived this week. Scott Eckers went to East Meadow High School some 20 years after I did; he teaches in another district but still lives there and is now on the school board. There are actually two that came out laat week; this is the one I ordered and sent out:
It tells, mostly in photos, a lot of the history of this place on the Plain where I spent just under the first third of my life. Many of its stories are about places long gone before my family got there in the late 1940s. Mansions, long burned or bulldozed. An early Motor Parkway, traces of which remain in and near East Meadow under that or other names. All of my schools- one leveled, one renamed, the high school still there. Oddly, not much about the church we grew up in, the first to arrive a century before I did and still maintaining a small cemetery with historic names of many original settlers. One thing he did mention, that I said I'd get back to, was a bit of Exchange Envy that came after my family arrived and The Phone Company changed exchanges from HEmpstead when demand and automation required it: "East Meadowites were upset in 1952 when they were to be included in the new LEvittown exchange, which they felt devalued their non-Levitt homes. IVanhoe took over for HEmpstead in 1953...." I think my sister still has the phone where the IVanhoe 9 sticker peeled off leaving an HE number underneath. Bet the damn thing still works, too, and that it still belongs to TPC after all these decades.
Then there's the other of Scott's books, which I'mgoing to get just got in Kindle:
This one promises more intrigue:
Rediscover violent feuds of jealous farmers, such as the love triangles of the 19th century Brower clan.
Marvel at the unlikely escapades of eccentric millionaire Jacques Lebaudy, who believed he was a sovereign emperor while living in a Gilded Age Salisbury estate.
Explore the exponential growth of one of New York's original school districts, full of political interference and drama that climaxed with a Pete Seeger performance sanctioned by the Court of Appeals of the State of New York.
All that for three bucks on my tablet!
Okay, I'm off to read, so,
But bits and bytes of bye:
* Bills. No game this weekend, a "bye week" on their schedule in the league parlance. It comes early this year compared to some, but with a rash of injuries early on, it's well timed. We'll have to scoreboard-watch and work on our memes. One of the more popular ones from last week was this, combining a moment from the Bills-Chiefs game where Josh Allen leapt over an opposing player, with the local geography that is Hertel Avenue:
I thought that was photoshopped, but I've since seen selfies at that corner indicating it is real. I may have to hurry on down to Hurdle to check it out myself. (I promise not to try leaping over it myself, seeing how well my kidneys did back when mine were plural.)
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* Black Knight body parts. This non- Bills meme got posted the other day, riffing on the Black Knight bit in Monty Python and the Holy Grail:
I commented that the decorations must've cost them an arm and a leg. Another commenter quoted an exact line from the film scene and may wind up in Facebook jail over it.
* Boy "bravery." We had a mouse in the house.
Had, he said with certainty, because we finally trapped and released the tiny leetle thing after almost 24 hours of them* rattling (literally) around various low points.
Zoey, our old Dowager Countess barely blinked, but the two 2-year-old boykittehs- YOU HAD ONE JOB!- were about as useless as doorstops. They'd stand in front of a spot where Ignatz had secreted themselves, and act all big and Scary Cat like without actually doing anything. Meanwhile, the two opposable-thumbed ones kept getting outrun and outsmarted by a thing the size of their thumbs, before finally a cozy corner proved a dead-end. Not dead-dead, though, since we scooped with a strainer, trapped with a baking sheet underneath and returned our visitor to the wild where a smarter mammal will likely make quicker work of the mouse than any of the life forms INSIDE this house.
* We were too sore and tired to zoom in for sexing, and besides I could swear I heard squeaky little "they/them" pronouns coming from under the fridge.
* Books of Bygone.
Been promising to get to some of the words and pictures in the book about my longago hometown that arrived this week. Scott Eckers went to East Meadow High School some 20 years after I did; he teaches in another district but still lives there and is now on the school board. There are actually two that came out laat week; this is the one I ordered and sent out:
It tells, mostly in photos, a lot of the history of this place on the Plain where I spent just under the first third of my life. Many of its stories are about places long gone before my family got there in the late 1940s. Mansions, long burned or bulldozed. An early Motor Parkway, traces of which remain in and near East Meadow under that or other names. All of my schools- one leveled, one renamed, the high school still there. Oddly, not much about the church we grew up in, the first to arrive a century before I did and still maintaining a small cemetery with historic names of many original settlers. One thing he did mention, that I said I'd get back to, was a bit of Exchange Envy that came after my family arrived and The Phone Company changed exchanges from HEmpstead when demand and automation required it: "East Meadowites were upset in 1952 when they were to be included in the new LEvittown exchange, which they felt devalued their non-Levitt homes. IVanhoe took over for HEmpstead in 1953...." I think my sister still has the phone where the IVanhoe 9 sticker peeled off leaving an HE number underneath. Bet the damn thing still works, too, and that it still belongs to TPC after all these decades.
Then there's the other of Scott's books, which I'm
This one promises more intrigue:
Rediscover violent feuds of jealous farmers, such as the love triangles of the 19th century Brower clan.
Marvel at the unlikely escapades of eccentric millionaire Jacques Lebaudy, who believed he was a sovereign emperor while living in a Gilded Age Salisbury estate.
Explore the exponential growth of one of New York's original school districts, full of political interference and drama that climaxed with a Pete Seeger performance sanctioned by the Court of Appeals of the State of New York.
All that for three bucks on my tablet!
Okay, I'm off to read, so,
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Date: 2022-10-24 03:48 pm (UTC)